In this time of great revelations on both the personal level and the collective level, I hear from many shocked people demanding justice. I understand that call, but focusing on such demands can pull us into a downward spiral of negativity, hatred, violence, judgment and aching fear of what might happen if justice never comes. In a world of corrupt court systems, bought politicians and brainwashed populace, looking to traditional means for meting out justice seems unlikely at best. I’m not suggesting we don’t try, only that we might find more success and maintain a higher vibration if we shift perspective.
Specifically, consider the concept of “poetic justice,” which encourages us to hone our senses of humor and creativity, and to align ourselves with greater powers and wisdom in the Universe.
poetic justice: an outcome in which vice is punished and virtue rewarded usually in a manner peculiarly or ironically appropriate
We hear tales of Deep Underground Military Bases (“D.U.M.B.’s”), built by the self-appointed “elite” to escape some impending calamity that they have either caused themselves or know about but failed to alert the general public. While some channelers claim all such bases have been destroyed, I rather doubt it, but it doesn’t bother me.
For years, I’ve had this recurring fantasy-vision, almost like Dreaming Awake, in which all the parasitic, selfish “elite” scurry like rats into their D.U.M.B.’s, leaving the rest of the world to suffer or die without them on the surface. They lock the doors from the inside, but then an earthquake or even just the ravages of time block the doors from ever opening again.
Meanwhile, back on the surface, life begins to take off in unexpected and wonderful ways. Without parasites to foment wars and suck all our savings, blood and emotions, humanity begins to work together. With no more chemtrails, we tune into the natural weather, learn to reconnect with the Elements, and reclaim our own role in the cosmic dance of life. We clean up the oceans, restore the land, and release all suppressed cures for cancer and free energy technology. We allow non-GMO hemp to provide for all our building and fiber needs. We cultivate beauty in every possible way.
Only the very old recall how the former leaders all vanished without a trace, right before a stunning Aurora Borealis shone forth all around the Earth. Compasses spun for a day, and a few people complained of vertigo, but that time came to be known as “The Snow Globe Phenomenon,” when people cleared their heads by shaking them up a bit. The next day and for many days onward, the people felt increased clarity, energy and joy. They stopped using cell phones, TV and the internet because natural telepathy just happened. They lived on a need to know basis, according to each individual’s true needs. They stopped using drugs, because their bodies and minds recalibrated to the balanced rhythms of Earth, Sea and Sky. Within three generations, only legends spoke of the insane virus that almost destroyed our beautiful Earth.
As the Fates and Poetic Justice decreed, the D.U.M.B.’s had lived up to their acronym, and the world lived peacefully ever after.