The whole sick charade of the 9/11 propaganda “memorial” “shrine of the monstrous lie” happened to be playing in the background at the hotel while I ate breakfast with my parents a week and a half ago. I rolled my eyes and said, “They better not try to pull another one.” “What do you mean?” asked my mom. I nodded my head at the tell-lie-vision and said, “Everyone’s approval ratings are way low. It’s about time to trot out some new atrocity on a stick to try to whip all the sleepers into a fear frenzy so the government can ‘protect’ us from ‘ourselves.’ Listen to this crap they’re spewing on there! Trying to get everyone worked up about the tragedy that our own government at least aided by ignoring warnings, if not outright caused. It’s disgusting how they pretend to care. If they really respected these families, they would stop spreading lies.”
And then I ate a quinoa chocolate bar, drank my licorice tea, and did my best to ignore the idiocy and hypnosis that passes for “news” and “being informed.”
That afternoon I saw the Nataraja statue at the Art Institute and prayed that this time any attempted false flag chaos backfires big time on those who perpetrate it … or better yet that the collective consciousness rises enough to prevent false flags ever getting off the ground, let alone flying in the names of “patriotism” and “safety.” A functioning BS detector, intuition and pineal glad do far more for safety and security than psychopathic “protectors” ever could. Achtung!
Originally posted on Exopermaculture:
. . . these astonishments:
And finally, this:
The National September 11 Memorial & Museum hosted a black-tie, invite-only affair Tuesday night. Among the swanky attendants were former Mayor Bloomberg and Condé Nast honchos. Family members of Sept. 11, 2001, victims are appalled anyone would celebrate on sacred ground.
So. Let us ask:
WILL THIS BE THE YEAR WHEN WE WAKE UP AND OPEN OUR EYES?
Will we look back, with our grandchildren, and say,
“In 2014 we completely transformed the way we looked at the world.
And in turn, the world transformed.
We are so fortunate to have been alive during this momentous period in human…
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