God Poet Transmitting.......
Everything you are told is a lie, with an agenda behind it. Yesterday (or whenever it was) President Humpty Trumpty had a fail-to-imPress conference with the Reptile head of Pfizer.
Pfizer CEO Albert Bourla:
— Sense Receptor (@SenseReceptor) September 30, 2025
"We are ready to invest... $70 billion in the next few years from Pfizer in manufacturing and research in America alone... [for] CANCER TREATMENTS...[and] BETTER VACCINES."
Bourla goes on to thank everyone present, including RFK Jr.... pic.twitter.com/krYqE7NXrI
To the left and behind the main action is Robert Kennedy Jr, looking like Blind Fate delivered his mail, and none of it was good.
Bourla (head of Pfizer) is directly involved in the deaths of millions of people around The World. This didn’t happen by accident. They did it intentionally. The proof of that is that the truth about The Killer Vaccines has been made public through a variety of sources for some time now, which means it was privately known well before that, AND... they are still making... selling... and promoting the same kill shots around The World.
President Humpty Trumpty said he wanted the truth about the vaccines. That was a couple of weeks ago, I think. He must have gotten the truth he wanted to hear because now The White House is playing patty-cake with Pfizer for new and more effective murder weapons to be made available to the euthanasia practitioners who were once called doctors, but had to find a new label when it became apparent that they weren’t healing anyone of anything. Now the average doctor... and they are all less than average... knows less about healing than I do, and I am not a doctor.
Something was done to President Humpty back in the late Spring. They got him on to a treatment table somewhere, and they did some things to him, and now he is no longer the somewhat useful, overblown narcissist that he was at that time. Now he is in full robot mode.
His latest public moments are filled with monologues of braggadocio from the steampunk mind. His handler, some guy with an Italian accent and an organ grinder (doesn’t organ grinder sound like something you might read in a personal’s ad?), has him running around inside a circus ring with a seltzer bottle and a honk-honk horn.
Apparently, anyone who tells him something he doesn’t want to hear, which I suspect would mean the truth in any form, is fired. I’ve been told that if you want to keep your turn in the barrel, you’d better have a weather-eye on the protocols of the day, and a permanent brown stain on your nose. Everyone behind the velvet ropes is blowing colored smoke up each other’s asses with the emperor’s new hose.
One of the things I liked the least about President Humpty was his schoolyard penchant for telling tall tales, while constantly exaggerating his importance to people too stupid to see through him. This was counterpointed by his irrepressible need to mud-wrestle with nobodies in the public arena.
I have to assume that family and friends are either bought off... intimidated... or wandering around inside some private mind-bubble like a chronic schizo in a video game world.
He has gotten slavishly pandering to The Synagogue of Satan... on the one hand, and then... like a Hasbro transformer toy... he mutates into an Inspector Clouseau version of Mussolini with Down’s Syndrome. His clown act might have been amusing to some at an earlier time, BUT he is now much more reminiscent of Steven King’s It character, which happened to be one of the most poorly written books I ever had the good sense to throw away before I could even figure out what the plot was. I was told later that there was no plot, and that also seems to be the case here.
I keep expecting The World to somehow right itself, and then to hear this great sigh of relief wash the planet, but... it hasn’t happened yet. The putsch continues. The corporations rise like Japanese monsters doing combat in crowded cities filled with people who would rather watch and get trampled than run away and... maybe... survive.
President Humpty’s latest feat of bold-faced treachery, along the lines of what he did to Iran and the Qataris...
🚨 Trump met Arab & Muslim leaders, posed for photos… then lied to the world, claiming they agreed to his Gaza plan.
— Lotfi GHAZOUANI (@Lotfi_Ghazouani) October 1, 2025
Axios confirms via Barak Ravid: the plan was secretly rewritten with Netanyahu’s demands, betraying the very officials at the table.
This is not diplomacy, it… https://t.co/ykKticQ7Ge pic.twitter.com/90tYCSiPZH
...is to get the Arab nations to agree to a contract for equitable peace between Israel and Hamas... some 21-point plan... and then to immediately afterward, change the details of the contract that was agreed upon, and then Satanyahu publicly states that Israel wasn’t going to honor no steeenking papers.
Immediately after lying to Trump and the western world’s face in English that he would support a peace deal Netanyahu told his people in Israel there would be no peace and no withdrawal, no Palestinian State.
— 𝓘𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓵𝔂49 (@ironfly49) September 30, 2025
This is humiliating for Trump and America pic.twitter.com/97vOScIk2S
Each day... the leaders of The Me World reach a new... heretofore never realized... height of absurdity. Each day, they outdo themselves, stumbling and lurching toward Lemming Cliffs, Arkansas. They’re like homing pigeons, drunk on the avian version of Thunderbird wine. All I can think is that decent and honorable men and women haven’t been allowed anywhere near public office in so long that there are none of them present anymore.
That two-faced Italian succubus that got vat-born in the Rand underground laboratories, where they created Pam Bondi, just called off the ship that was accompanying The Flotilla, and it turns out they were never there to protect The Flotilla in the first place. EVERYONE in a public role... in any western nation... is dragging themselves in an estrus-like fever across the red carpet to the inner sanctum of Mephistopheles.
How could so much of The World be so blind? There is more going on here than meets the eye, and it is not all about the Satan-worshiping Zionists. Something powerful and profound is holding them all spellbound. It is as if it might well be The Will of God that those who do evil... do evil still. In several places in The Bible, you read scripture about how God hardens the hearts of certain people so that they are compelled to persist in their malfeasance.
Call it hypnosis. Call it a magical enchantment. Call it a mind parasite or a terminal virus, whatever it is... it’s been here before. It is multifaceted in the ways it can attack a person, and each of these assaults is attended by a hallucinatory state that affects the desire body or the emotional sphere. It escalates wanting to a fever pitch. If wanting doesn’t bring the desired results, then fear is employed. If fear doesn’t work, then hostages to fortune are threatened, and each of these forces has several variants. It’s a wide net, and almost everyone is obliged to walk into it.
These are similar to weather patterns that are generated by The Sun working in different ways to achieve different results. It’s coming from the same place, but often it looks nothing like what you get directly from the source. For some reason, almost all that people ever notice is the phenomena, and never the source of the phenomena.
Waves of compelling attractions are generated from The Central Core of Wanting. As Materialism intensifies... the pull of the attractions intensifies. Materialism causes humanity to automatically gravitate to The Rim. It is The External World with a remarkably seductive siren’s call, BUT... all you get is dashed on the rocks and eaten. Even people who once knew this or suspected it seem powerless to resist it. Only that which dwells within, and is more powerful than ANYTHING else, is capable of seeing through it and resisting it.
The inner core has to be stronger than the outer lure. This is where principles, qualities, virtues, and character come into play. The World is the way it is due to bad parenting because... at a certain point... the call of the attractions becomes greater than one’s awareness of duty.
People are caught up in a mindscape of empty promises... ephemeral and insubstantial ghosts are dancing before their eyes, and no one sees the hook. They only see the lure. As Lao Tzu (I think) once said, “even a fish would be safe if it kept its mouth shut.”
So it goes, and seemingly... so it has gone, “Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of Hell? Wherefore, behold, I send unto you prophets, and wise men, and scribes: and some of them ye shall kill and crucify.”
Trying to understand why things get the way they are, AND... then keep on going that way... is a waste of time. The important thing is not to go that way. President Humpty Dumpty is lost in a dream world of self-importance. He is attended by packs of jackals and vultures... kindred spirits drawn by the smell of the same stinking corpse, but their taste buds have been attuned to offal. Progressively... just as small evils grow into big evils by feeding on evil, they one day find that they are actually jackals and vultures BECAUSE THAT IS HOW IT WORKS.
You become what you emulate. You aspire to states of being that look marvelous in the approach, but turn into Hellish landscapes upon arrival. It is a simple principle: if you are attracted to conditions and objects that dwell in darkness, you will be in darkness through the pursuit of them. If you are attracted to conditions and objects that dwell in the light, then you will find yourself in the light at some point. Both seekers find themselves asking the same question later on. How did I get here? You got there by the journey of a thousand miles. If you are going to Kansas City, you should not be surprised when you wind up there.
The true irony of the whole affair is that everything The Darkness promises is NOT to be found in The Darkness. Everything worth having is the property of God, who... given his truly generous nature... is willing to share with you forever and anon. In the one case, it seems easy at first, and then it gets really hard, like walking through a lava field on your bare feet. On the other hand, it seems hard at first, and then it gets easy. I know this to be true.
I was appointed to experience both sides of the possibilities, for the purpose of understanding. You will do what seems meaningful to you until it no longer has any meaning. There are plenty of old people sitting on benches around The World, you might ask them how it worked out for them, and...
... one last thing.
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End Transmission.......
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Yeah, on each and every occasion that it seems the wave is a fine wave to get paddling and surf into the shore, boogie board even, it fails to rise sufficiently, as if some force from the deep pulls down on it... patience and sun-burnt back....
Been pondering on early childhood programming and associated narratives that are auto-generated by the traumas when they occur, a self induced NLP, so to say... with the societal programs also in play...
'pursuit of happiness' is one such... well, if one reaches such a state, the pursuit is redundant,... goal is reached, ...loss of purpose to a whole cycle of pursuing...hmmmmm sort of like the carrot on a stick just, out of reach of the donkey.
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The prose flows, where the river goes. Absolutely on point.
I wonder how many got your classic joke reference? ;-)
"I’ve been told that if you want to keep your turn in the barrel, you’d better have a weather-eye on the protocols of the day, and a permanent brown stain on your nose. "
Today's song is haunting, as collective lessons were clearly not learned as they could have been then. The wheel turns onward.
All the best, to all who read this.
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I'm under the impression we are programmed from the day we are born to chase the darkness, for the most part in most of the world's cultures. The cultures where this is not the case are in distinct minority. Me, when I was a younger idiot fell for that in a limited degree but only in my mind. I never actually 'bought' into it in real life. I've lived a more minimalistic lifestyle from the moment I was on my own. Only bought used cars, rented cheap flats, and tried to be as cost effective as I could outside of spoiling my 'pets' to the best degree I could. (At least sausage casin's are cheaper than chicks. . .unless they're formerly starving musicians. Well, even then. . .)
You're not as likely to play the stupid materialist games if you don't like uninvited obligations, debt, and gratuitous stress. I'll never understand why so many seem to be addicted to that sort of life. No fixin' stupid, I guess. I have done stupid things, will continue to do stupid things (But not wear an AMERICAN DALIT t-shirt to work, though I think that would be funny; not that anyone but the owner of the restaurant would understand.), but at least I never buried myself in any way due to superfluous social expectations. . .which I tend to defy at every opportunity.
Well, what ever. Nostrils to the sky!
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