*Whoa, an’ the effects of today’s new moon goes through to 2023?*
Can i suggest that ppl respond with
"Thank you for contacting me, its appreciated. I'd like to defer this offer until the 3rd stage of the current trials are concluded in 2023 & Ive seen the published results."
I'd genuinely love to know how Drs respond to this, pls do tweet it
I read an article this morning from the Slogmeister on ‘The Great Reset’, the plan that has been devised by the rich and powerful for the reordering of society…
*It’s a very ‘Green’ proposal, Clicky… /flicks ash…*
… And the word, ‘mendacity’, popped into my head…
mendacity (n.)
“tendency or disposition to lie, habitual lying,” also “a falsehood, a lie,” 1640s, from French mendacité and directly from Late Latin mendacitas “falsehood, mendacity,” from Latin mendax “lying; a liar” (see mendacious).
… Then, syncilly enough, I saw mention on my Twitter feed of the Mayor of London’s efforts to cleanse our fair capital of any links to ‘White Supremacy’…
A major leak containing a register with the details of nearly two million CCP members has occurred – exposing members who are now working all over the world, while also lifting the lid on how the party operates under Xi Jinping, says Sharri Markson. https://t.co/FM9USJiQHG
At last, here is Part 2 of Cade’s latest missive, Dear Reader…
*Thanks, Clicky… /lights up… Hey, your post yesterday… /drags… You didn’t cover tanks much… /plumes smoke… Patton and tanks go together…*
*Yeah, I know you’ve constrained yourself to 5 fings to click or whatever, butt I’ve been finking…*
*About the Great Reset… /flicks ash… And how its architects needs the global economy to tank… /deep drag… so they can reset it…*
*Um, the pen is mightier than the sword… /thinks… Fountain pens have tanks, Clicky…*
… I know you’ve had to wait since Monday for it, so I shan’t keep you waiting. Enjoy! 😀
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Dew U C Ceeds?
Do Ewe Sea Ceeds?
Doo You Cease Eads?
Duyu Cicids?
Do U CC’ds?
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Do You See Seeds?
Do You Sow Seeds?
It’s funny how you sometimes see a something for the first time, and you just…get it. It makes sense. Stumble across the same thing a few years later, and your understanding of this something seems to deepen. All the old stuff is still applicable, but this new stuff you’re now seeing adds some layers to the existing.
^M83 – “Wait” (Official Video)^
SHAMMALAMMADINGDONG MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
FRIDAY IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER!!!
I look left…there’s Friday.
I look right…there’s Friday.
I look ahead…there’s Friday.
.yadirF s’ereht…kcab kool I
I look down…
well, if I look down I could prolly see my junk if I lean forward a bit.
I look up…o, hallo! Wut u doin’ up thar?!
X: Question is, what are you doing up there?
Cade: Damn good question.
0: Well?
Cade: I’m “down here” to me, “up there” to you.
0: Are you about to start that “an ascent from one place, is actually a descent into another” crap?
Cade: If you must know, no…I am not.
X: What are you gonna do then?
Cade: Keep going.
X: Keep going…keep going…keep going…
Cade: Wait…why did “T:” just bail on me? They made an observation, then bailed. Now I can’t remember what it is they said.
X: Losing a lot of stuff lately are we?
Cade: Sorta. Question is, will I miss it.
X: Are you asking?
Cade: No. Making an observation.
X: Any plans on how to deal with all this stuff you are losing?
Cade: I’d imagine that I’ll have my chin up and maintain my optimism right up to the very end.
Z: At which point, it all goes wrong.
Cade: It’ll all fall apart.
X: It all comes crashing down.
Cade: Or up, depending on one’s vantage point or perspective.
X: Then what will you do.
Cade: The usual. Shed a few tears, have a few beers, then regroup.
X: How many people on Twitter do you estimate have you muted?
Cade: rofl…prolly many.
Z: People who “follow you”, have you muted?
Cade: It’s possible I guess. I see people talking about it all the time.
0: You see other people on Twitter talking about their followers muting them?
Cade: Yes. It’s kinda the only reason that I even think about the topic. I see tweets quite often where people are wondering aloud as to why no one seems to respond to their tweets, and further wonder if it is because their followers are muting them.
X: Have you reached any conclusions?
Cade: Most of the stuff that I tweet out is likely very non-interesting to most people, and I just figure that my stuff is kinda boring or irrelevant to most. My interactions with others in their tweets likely come off as acerbic, non-supportive, and maybe even hostile or combative.
X: Interactions are tricky.
Cade: You’ve very little space in which to interact with others. Back on point tho, in order to have a somewhat meaningful experience on Twitter, you really have to be mindful of both those whom you follow, as well as those who follow you.
Z: Be aware.
Cade: Yeah. Many people on Twitter seem to measure the quality of their experience primarily upon the number of followers and number of interactions because it adds up to a monetary payment of some kind. Others seem to measure the quality of their experience on the number of huggles and hearts and virtual smooches they get.
X: How did we get here?
Cade: Welp, we started off talking about dimensions and perspectives, and now we’re talking about Twitter and how certain people may see the service. So yeah, we’re kinda still talking about the same crap we started off talking about.
X: Dimensions and perspectives.
Cade: Today’s treasure is tomorrow’s shitbag.
X: Maybe there’s a diamond in the rough in there.
Cade: Certainly possible, if not likely.
X: …
What will happen, is the past.
What is happening, is the future.
What did happen, is the now.
^The Nuns – Lazy^
This next song was indexed as “42” in the randomly generated YouTube playlist that I am currently listening to.
Q: Does that “42” mean something?
A: /???\ /?¿?\ /???\
Hey, don’t ask me for answers, I asked you. When it comes to synchronicity, I cannot even begin to tell you what it/they might mean. I can only tell you that they’ve occurred. And hell yes I ponder the living fuck out of them. Have learned (the hard way) tho, that assigning a value and/or some kind of meaning to these things is almost a sure-fire way to wind up disappointed. A pathway to heartbreak. Maybe even destruction or some kind of calamity. As such, I personally don’t spend a lot of time trying to find exacting and specific meaning in these events.
Will good things come?
A: Yes, absolutely.
Will bad things come?
A: Yes, absolutely.
Can you predict which will occur when?
I've notta clue. I figure if I need to know a something, I will, and I'll know it precisely when I need to.
^Blackmill Feat. Veela – Let It Be (Full Version)^
That bit in the previous missive about “slavery” as it relates to “the state” and/or the US Constitution got me to thinking about attachments. Got me to wondering if it is possible to be attached to a something, without necessarily being a slave to this something you find yourself attached to. Surrendering rights and/or freedoms in order to receive a something, and this may be a something you don’t even realize you have. You may not even know that you’re giving a something up in order to get this something you don’t realize you have.
“The things you own, end up owning you.”
Fight Club (Movie)
You may need a something at one point in your life, but then at some point, you don’t need it anymore, so do you get rid of it? Free up some space? Shed some weight? Make yourself more mentally, physically and spiritually more agile? Or do you continue to carry it around with you. After all, you might just need it down the road. Like take for example when a something in your life becomes cliché. Does that mean it’s become a burden, and it may be time to trim some branches off of your own personal tree of wisdom?
“A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit.”
Greek Proverb
Is that really a Greek proverb? Like, really, really a Greek proverb? Or is it just some reworked and repackaged something being sold with a recognizable and somewhat reliable brand name.
Potentially, that saying has been plagiarized, and maybe falsely attributed. The Jews appear to have a claim or two on it, the Chinese appear to have a claim on it and it was then stolen by the Romans/stolen by a Roman, another Roman may have attached it to the Greeks, on and on. Someone planted the seed, the tree grew, the tree continues to provide the fruits of its shade, and everyone on the planet is trying to claim ownershit. Ooops…I mean, ownership.
That was an actual typo. I left it.
^The National – “Sea Of Love”^
Plagiarism has been a hot topic in the “spiritual awakening” community ever since I first arrived in it. Loads of people accusing others of stealing from them, and especially in the more predictive portions of the ascension crowd; as in, those in the astrology types of realms.
Astrologer A posts their stuff first (chronologically);
Astrologer B posts their stuff next (chronologically);
Astrologer A then accuses Astrologer B of stealing their stuff.
(I assume because Astrologer A posted their stuff first)
Lessee…we’re talking about very exact and very precise times, places, things. I’d think that the interpretations, predictions and forecasts would almost have to be at least similar. The foundations of Astrology are set. Certain signs always and forever mean certain things, and the clockworks of the Universe are very precise. Hence, any deviation(s) or any lack of similarities between foretellings would be more indicative of some kind of an issue rather than similarities.
You’re all spinning yarns from the same wheel(s), right? Surely your textiles are going to be very similar. Then I guess it just comes down to marketing your product better, and some of that is going to include Pepsi Challenge kinds of crap where you praise your own product, and damn everyone else’s product(s). Make your own business thrive, skin your competition alive.
Easy.
^Lord Huron – Time to Run^
Another one of the things that I don’t get about Astrology is that, yes, I am a Scorpio. But ya know what? My parents weren’t. I’m the offspring of a Taurus/Leo matchup. I’m a Scorpio spliced together via a Leo and a Taurus union. Surely that has some kind of affect on the particular flavor of Scorpio that I as an individual am.
…that I as an individual am.
Does that sentence fragment make sense? “I as an individual am”/shrug
Yeah, where was I? Oh yeah, um…
Leo + Taurus = Scorpio.
How does a Leo and Taurus coupling create a plain vanilla Scorpio? Surely there’s some kind of triad type structure going on there. I have qualities of the three, and not just and only the one. Just thinking that I cannot rely upon the single “Scorpio” archetype to guide me in my travels and/or help me understand myself better. BUT! Maybe that’s the point?
Mom’s mom was a Virgo, and mom’s dad was a Libra. Dad’s mom was a Leo, and dad’s dad was a Virgo. That means if I wanna kinda understand myself, I need to understand all of these signs in order to understand how all of that can coalesce into…me. When your horoscopes make absolutely no sense, but you start to take the time to start reading the horoscopes of those who are in your life, and then combine them, maybe your own astrology stuff will start to make more sense.
Maybe not.
Kinda thinking tho that the point of any system is to get you hooked on it. Work it until it starts making sense. Once it starts making sense, you can now believe in it. All that is left to do at this point is figure out if this stuff is really real, or if you were simply programmed to believe its real.
^Flying Lotus – Zodiac Shift (Sonnymoon Remix)^
Heh, it’s funny to think about the information one can glean about me just from my mentioning my parents and grandparents birthsigns. Data harvesters. What’s that? You were unaware of how stupid it is to reveal personal information of any kind or form on the Internet? Welp, it is. Gonna be very difficult for data harvesters to do “deep dives” on you if you’re shielded behind an e-personna. Those cute little things you see where they want you to take the first initial of your first name, last initial of your last name, day your were born, and month you were born in order to get your Jedi name or rocker name or whatever? Yeah, they now have your initials of first and last name, and your date of birth sans year. You know, all that “official” stuff that is splattered all over “official” documents and identifies you as being who you say you are.
Be safe…travel well.
^Unknown – High Society Climber (’60s GARAGE PUNK)^
A few years ago, was spending some time kinda bouncing back and forth between where I am now and this other place west of where I am now. Divorce was finally happening, new doors opening, new life on the horizon, new place(s), new people, new times…long story. Anyway, I saw something out there one day that really caught my attention. An advertisement, posted on a bollard outside of the entrance of a grocery store. I asked my compadre to take a picture of the advertisement, she did, but I have no idea where she uploaded the picture to, and she posted the picture on the now defunct Synchromysticism Forums. This means I cannot share the picture with you here and now.
Anyway, sorry I cannot provide the photo in question, but the advertisement was for a 4-in-1 flu vaccination shot, and it was outside of a Brookshire’s grocery store, slipped over one of the bollards outside the entrance. Immediately made me scratch my head. Yes, I understand the difficulty in trying to predict which virus will appear in a given season, and I also understand how frustrating it must be to whip up a batch of vaccines for on strain, yet another appears. Still, seems like a strange approach. Has a carpet bombing kind of feeling to it.
^China’s gateway to Europe – the New Silk Road | DW Documentary^
How long can you chase a something before it either capitulates, or turns and fights? You prolly want it to either capitulate or die, but this thing you are trying to tame may not see things that way. May choose its own path. Yeah…sounds completely nuts, eh? Impossible.
You’ve somehow figured out what could be billions of years of information, what can and cannot be, what is possible and impossible, and you’ve figured all this out in only a few years. Wow…you’re smart. Can I have your autograph?
^Grouplove – Colours^
BTW, the Synchromysticism Forums are still up. Kinda.
Looks like they only have 11 members, and “PearlChan” seems to be pretty much the only person posting there. I assume that’s “Peg” from the whatchacallit forums. Her FundRazr for SMF is still up and open too. Still sitting at $680. Still wonder what all that was about. Seeds? A small group of people spreading seeds?
/shrug
^Of Monsters And Men – Empire (Official Lyric Video)^
If you are a someone who is just now wandering into this Synchronicity and/or Synchromysticism nonsense, and you’ve somehow found your way here, I can only imagine the path you’ve walked to get to where you now find yourself. Prolly a safe bet tho that you’ve encountered some strange stuff, this strange stuff makes little to no sense, and it’s prolly gotten you to thinking about things you never would have thought about otherwise. Thinking in strange directions, looking at things in different ways, and some of these challenges are likely foundation-shaking types of thoughts about the very things you hold dear. Also very likely that you are encountering a lot of paradoxes, and/or, you are encountering paradoxical types of thinking. Like some invisible force is trying to pry from your grasp the thing(s) to which you clutch for safety:
God is a man;
No, God is a woman;
No, God has no gender;
No, God, is;
No, God, “is not” because God does not exist.
You may be scrambling in and through the esoteric realms of everything from spiritualism and the paranormal, to some rather mundane stuff that you’ve previously had no interest in or maybe even no knowledge of. Almost like you are being led by some mysterious hand into some continuing education program, so you can learn about a bunch of stuff that you’ve currently no clue why you’d ever need to know this stuff. And yet, there’s something inside you that is drawing you to it. It’s not at the barrel of a gun or at the end of a pitchfork either. Its more like a gentle nudge from the Universe to “hey, no pressure here, but give this a try” type of situation. Almost like the Universe knows something you don’t, and for some reason, a mysterious force (which likely shouldn’t even exist) is now providing you some guidance and insight as to how you might proceed. You’re shocked. This can’t be happening. Why now? Why me? What in the FUCKis going on here?!?!
A: The only thing more weird about a person asking the Universe for a something this person needs or wants, is getting it.
You prayed that silent prayer. You made a wish on that falling star. You tossed that coin into the fountain. You shook your fist at the heavens. You blew out those birthday cake candles.
Wait…it’s coming true? NOW?!?!? Why now? Why the fuck are my prayers being answered…now?!?
Wait...what in the fuck did I even ask for???
I remember asking for something, but I sure as shit don’t remember asking for this!!!
Seriously, why would you ask for a something via supernatural channels, and then be shocked when this something you asked for arrives via supernatural pathways? Sounds to me like you got exactly what you asked for, precisely from whom you requested it from.
^Deadmau5 – Clockwork (1080p) || HD^
Heh, just as I finished writing/editing that bit, this appeared on my Twitter feed…
Remember that quote from the movie Fight Club that I used earlier? There’s more to it.
“The things you own end up owning you. It’s only after you lose everything that you’re free to do anything.”
Movie = Fight Club
Losing things is bad. Unless of course you have a pocket full of nickels and you suddenly find yourself in deep waters. You’ll drop those nickels like a bad habit, rapidly.
^Bonobo : Linked (Official Audio)^
You’re gonna have to deal with the idea of absurdity sooner or later. Absolutely bonkers and completely ridiculous absurdities are going to surround you like a fog on the Golden Gate Bridge. Absurdity, ridiculousness, and paradox. Just a friendly suggestion that you maybe try and develop your own personal comfort levels with these ideas. 1 + 1 is many times not gonna equal 2. It’s more likely that 1 + 1 = 0.60005000023217. Or 1 + 1 = 368. Or 1 + 1 = Riboflavin. Or 1 + 1 = A Week Ago.
Abstractions where the outcomes are much greater or much less than some “more sane” or some “more fair” type of equilibrium. The most obvious place to look as to why your equations are fucking up?
Time.
Today’s crazy, is tomorrow’s sane. Or maybe, today’s imbalance = tomorrow’s equality.
^Parcels – Lightenup | A COLORS SHOW^
We do nothing to affect this planet.
Nothing…we do it…to this planet.
And I mean nothing.
It ain’t there.
You did not see it.
Of course when you do finally see it, you may shit bricks.
^Deadmau5 – Whelk Then^
Drove my poor parents crazy with questions when I was a kid. But my questions were less “where does so-and-so come from?”, and more “where does so-and-so go?”. Where does used motor oil go? Where do old clothes go? Where does that cigarette smoke go? Where does car exhaust go? Where does rainwater go? Where does trash go? I think they hated giving me answers because they knew I’d then ask “well, where does it go then?”
rofl
I saw no ends. Still see no ends. See lots of cycles, these cycles contain end-ish types of things, but they all seem to be the beginning of something else. Prolly why it occurred to me sometime back, that if you really want to find the beginning, find the end. If you find the end, you will find the beginning.
Looks like the 3-day pass is $145, and camping is $45 per-person. And I gotta get there. And since I’ll be in Iowa, I might wanna saunter up to Clear Lake/Mason City to see where the music died.
Guess I best start saving my pennies now, eh?
^Old Crow Medicine Show – Wagon Wheel [Official Music Video]^
Do you know what time it is? That’s right kats and cittens, it’s time for a…
RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ! ! … !! …
Be gentle with me, I’ve not done this in a while.
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From today’s featured article…
Alister Murdoch – a senior commander in the Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF). He served as Chief of the Air Staff (CAS) from 1965 to 1969. Joining the Air Force in 1930, Murdoch trained as a seaplane pilot and participated in an Antarctic rescue mission for lost explorers in 1935. During World War II, he commanded No. 221 Squadron RAF in Europe and the Middle East, and later occupied senior positions on the staff of RAAF formations in the South West Pacific. His post-war appointments included Commandant of RAAF College from 1952 to 1953, Air Officer Commanding (AOC) Training Command from 1953 to 1955, Deputy Chief of the Air Staff from 1958 to 1959, and AOC Operational Command from 1962 to 1965.
List of Queensland Lacrosse Premiers – This list is incomplete; you can help by adding missing items with reliable sources. Men’s Premiership Trophy: ? Women’s Premiership Trophy: ?
NOTE:Don’t ask me. This is the first time in the history of Random Wikipedia Attacks that I can recall running across a Wikipedia article that was this much of a trainwreck. – Cade
Alan Wilson (judge) – justice of the Supreme Court of Queensland in the Trial Division. He was appointed to the bench in 2009, after serving as a judge in the District Court since 2001. He was named a Queen’s Council in 1999.
Oksana Khrul – a Ukrainian para-swimmer, competing in S6, SM6 and SB7 categories. With limited use of her arms, Khrul has won medals in the World Para Swimming Championships, Paralympics, and the IPC European Championships. She set a World record at the 2012 Paralympics, and World and European records at the 2016 Paralympics, all in the 50m butterfly S6 event, and has three times received national honours in her native Ukraine.
Young Lachlan – a schooner that was stolen and wrecked by convicts in 1819. Between 1812 and 1817 as the Henrietta Packet it provided passenger and cargo transport between colonial ports, and was possibly involved in exploration in the present-day Tasmania.
Blue Wall Cafe – a former dive bar and current restaurant at the University of Massachusetts Amherst. Opening inside the Murray D. Lincoln Campus Center in the 1970s, the bar made upwards of $600,000 in the late 1970s (over $2,300,000 in 2013 dollars), and went through 1,800 kegs a year. This made it one of the largest beer-consuming establishments in the Northeastern United States. Following the raising of the drinking age to 21 in the United States, the bar experienced a decline in sales, before finally going dry in the 1980s. In the early 2000s, alcohol was again served, although it proved to be unprofitable.
Three Rivers Athletic Conference (Indiana) – The Three Rivers Athletic Conference was a short-lived conference based in Southern Indiana, not to be confused with the Three Rivers Conference in northern Indiana, which still exists. The five schools that made the conference were very small, far-flung schools that were unable to find a home in closer leagues for various reasons. The league folded in 1989 due to travel concerns, with all the members becoming independent.
Don Julius Caesar d’Austria – the oldest illegitimate son of Holy Roman Emperor Rudolf II and his long-term mistress, Catherina Strada. A schizophrenic, d’Austria died serving a life sentence in prison following his murder of a barber’s daughter in 1608.
Taferne – an inn in Mandling village, which is part of Schladming, Austria. It is near the Schladming Tauern hiking area and the Ski Amadé winter sports area.
Ever get the feeling you are being piloted somewhere, but at least someone in cockpit appears to have no clue where they are taking you?
^Cymande – Dove^
I’ve been dragging my feet on this one for two days now, so I guess I should go ahead and finish it and send it over to Roob so she can work her magic on it. But I’m really glad that I didn’t send it two nights ago when I promised, because something damn interesting popped up yesterday morning…
Former Israeli space #security chief Haim Eshed has revealed that aliens from a "Galactic Federation" have been in contact with the US and #Israel for years, but humanity isn't ready to know this.
Ya know, when the lies and the lying start to go public in a very public kind of way, welp, let’s just say that a lot of that appears to be going around currently. Damn difficult to tell who is full of shit, and who isn’t. Which…hey…have you ever thought of that? Like, humans are all kinda full of shit in that we’re kinda turd transport modules. If you had x-ray vision, and you checked out that hot dude or hot chick internally, there’s likely a turd in there somewhere.
Eww.
If they’re hooked on painkillers, there might be a whole backlog of poop.
Eeeeewwww. Meh fuckit...they look hot on the outside.
Jupiter, Saturn, and although you can’t see it, Pluto is lurking way out there in the background in the same area. Mars is lurking directly overhead each and every night. Orion is laying on his side each evening. Does all that mean something?
It doesn’t necessarily have to be the biggest, nor the most long-lasting, it just has to get you through. Get you over the hump. Position yourself in such a way as to ride out the storm, all while remaining in operation. Makes sense. Supposedly, that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. You could exit the bunker fat, happy, and well-positioned.
^Bedroom – We All Need Something (feat. Jade Lawhon) (Official Video)^
There’s one other thing I wanted to write about, but I can’t recall what it was. Oh well, it’ll come back around.
‘The longing for a distant place also necessarily involves a separation in time.’
In case you're wondering where you are today: 25,800 light-years from the Galactic Centre, zipping along at 227 km/s – that's 508,000 mph. Hold on to your hat. (details: https://t.co/tHAyG3S8Hz) pic.twitter.com/d4YBP81dP6
Last evening, Dear Reader, Cade Fon Apollyon and I remote viewed an old movie from 1972. I hadn’t seen ‘What’s Up Doc?’ since I was a teenager, lying on the front room carpet, surrounded by family, watching it on the telly…
*Igneous rock teaching humans how to sing… /deep drag… And Judy was my mother’s name… /flicks ash… Plus all the 4th wall breaking… /plumes smoke…*
… It got me to thinking about John Lamb Lash’s Fallen Goddess Scenario, an how homesick the Aeon Sophia probably feels…
*Whether she was tripped, jumped or fell from the Galactic Centre, the Gnostics referred to Sophia’s fall as an ‘accident’, Clicky… /clears throat…*
… How many billions of years she would have traveled, and will still have to travel to reach her home…
*Oh yeah, Lashy mentioned a dragon… /stubs butt… Cosplay’s the thing…*
*Pfft… /rolls eyes… That election was rigged as fuck. Blatant…*
*Um… /thinks… I fink you mean censure knot censor… /pats snout… I guess it’s a similar effect for President Trump, Clicky. With a touch of underdog… /winks…*
… Ooh, that reminds me, Dear Reader. A couple of weeks ago, Leg Iron Books published all my Underdog Anthology stories in one volume…
… Currently it’s ranked 32,656 in ‘Erotic Literature & Fiction’ at Amazon…
*Jus’ free pence short. Yikes! My first ever royalties…*
… The Underdog Anthology, numero XIII is due out this weekend. I have a brand new story in there. It’s a follow-up to ‘What Time Do You Finish?’…
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
FOE – NET – TICKS
