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Sun Tzu says there are Nine Changes that describe how to give your side the advantage when it comes to terrain. The first is “Do not encamp on entrapping terrain.”

One of the most distressing aspects of the current period is the befouling of the commons by control freak Coronatarians who are hell bent on dictating mask and vaccine rules in every public and private space. Covid 19 has turned workplaces, libraries, gas stations, and schools into war zones. For someone with social anxiety, it is unbearable, which is why so many with social anxiety have chosen to take the experimental vaccine as an alternative to dealing with confrontation. One of my oldest friends, a shy young woman in her thirties, went the vaccine route because of family pressuring and has not felt well since.

Unfortunately, for the unvaxxed, it has all turned into entrapping terrain. That is why I think we have no choice but to create our own spaces and to deliberately seek out and patronize places that allow us to fly under the radar without wearing the symbol of salary class psychosis on our faces.

With Friends Like These...

Sun Tzu’s second Change advises for us to “unite with your allies on focal terrain.” Here in Illinois we often have problems with Canada geese who overpopulate the wide, empty wastes of chemical lawn of office parks and apartment complexes. The geese throng in such places because there is little to no cover for predators such as coyotes to hide. There is safety in numbers and in daylight, and it is a good thing when your enemy shows his cards and parades around naked in front of you. I’m oddly grateful for the Coronapocalypse because it showed me who has my back and who is a coyote waiting to snap my neck. I had my suspicions about certain friends of mine and now I know… if we were in Maoist China, they would have been the first to sell their own parents and/or children to the secret police. I need friends like that about as much as I need an extra pair of nostrils on my butt.

Sun Tzu’s third Change advises “Do not remain on isolated terrain”. The number of people in my 5000 member Facebook group Speakeasy Illinois who are losing or have lost their jobs due to vaccine coercion is absolutely disgusting. Any employer who threatens to axe their employees for not taking an experimental drug has shown themselves to be completely tyrannical and untrustworthy, regardless of whether or not they have their way with the employee in question. Millions of non-GMO people are now finding out their bosses are mini-Mussolinis and neo-Francos, and though there may technically be plenty of jobs, there are also plenty of jabs that stand in the way of those jobs. We unvaxxed have no choice but to improvise a new economy from nothing, and the dilemma here is we lack the resources to do it. I’d like to start a school and open my subscription library to walk in traffic; that’s just not possible on my budget. Meanwhile, I pass block after block of vacant commercial buildings when I drive to work, none of which I can afford to rent.

Sun Tzu suggests in his fourth Change that we should make strategic plans for encircled terrain. When menacing maskers approach me in public, my go-to strategy is to vacate the premises. A few weeks ago, I attempted to shop at the Asian supermarket. I was immediately flagged down by a bunch of ill-intentioned store clerks and managers who yelled at me to wear a mask. In my finest display of years of vocal training, I loudly and clearly called “NO SALE” and about faced and left the store. I may never shop there again. My old mechanic put an obnoxious sign about vaccines and masks on their entry door; this provided the impetus for me to find a new mechanic who wouldn’t dream of such idiocy. Other members of my Speakeasy group go into stores equipped with paperwork that informs mask maniacs that they are breaking discrimination laws and they can be sued or imprisoned if they try to prevent an unmasked person from shopping. Personally, it’s not how I prefer to do it but I applaud their bravery.

You Don't Mess with the Kim

In his fifth Change, Sun Tzu says that on fatal terrain, we must do battle. I have yet to be dragged off to a concentration camp for refusing to play Russian roulette, however, if it comes to that, I will not board the train willingly. Violence is a last resort that I am now obliged to think about as times grow increasingly dark. I won’t say much more about this, but know that I am hard to kill yet simultaneously not afraid of death and dying. This makes me the worst sort of enemy to confront.

In his sixth Change, Sun Tzu reminds us there are roads that are not followed. In 2020, there was a group of maskless Californians who decided to convene on their local Trader Joes in what can only be described as flash mob shopping. Their goal was to force Trader Joes to exchange its merchandise for their money despite its mask rules. Attempting to force a store to take your money is stupid and redundant. Retailers live in fear of being ghosted — nothing scares a retail or a restaurant CEO more than empty aisles and tables during what is supposed to be peak shopping/dining time. Every now and then, some doofus in my group will suggest a flash mob of the unmasked and presumably unvaxxed. They usually stop talking when I ask them what they hope to achieve.

In his seventh Change, Sun Tzu says there are armies that are not attacked. We are not at the point of Revolution in the US, though we are getting there, and unlike some other nations, we still have private gun ownership. Nevertheless, just as it is stupid to run into a store with a naked face to say “Take my money!”, public protest has almost no effect and usually serves only to waste time as the mainstream media silences any voices that stray from its narrative. As the Capitol building arrests and the death of Ashli Babbitt prove, the opposition is perfectly willing to frame, bait, cheat, lie, gaslight, and murder in order to bolster its drooping self-image. Protests don’t do much when the government is a bunch of Stalinists.

Sun Tzu’s eighth change talks about how there are fortified cities that are not assaulted. American public schools, much like the prisons and hospital buildings they tend to resemble, are not fixable. They have not functioned as places of learning for many, many years, and that was true decades before Critical Race Theory and Transgender Pedomania arrived on the scene. As hard as it is to do, we have to start walking away from massive institutions we thought would always be there.

Sun Tzu talks about leaving terrain that should not be contended for in his ninth Change. Illinois has a terrible leftist governor. His name is Pritzker and his exploits are tragicomic. He will probably remain governor until at least 2026 or until his morbid obesity gets the better of him. The reason for this is Illinois is a citadel of Leftist grift and there’s no way the powers that be will allow a fair election to take that away. That is why I have high hopes for all of my Speakeasy members who are running for school boards, city council, and raising their children to do the same — government is not taken back through high positions but through small ones such as Library Chairman and County Judge. County board members are the ones who decide how property tax money gets spent.

Always Look on the Bright Side

Put all the changes together and suddenly we become a force to be reckoned with. The other side doesn’t know how to employ the Changes. Their strategy was to riot, burn, loot, and murder in the aftermath of lockdowns and call it “mostly peaceful protests” ostensibly for the empowerment of non-white people. They eat their own — remember that the salary class is and was a game of musical chairs with ever-faster music. The latest form of de rigueur cannibalism is to shove out the salaried, unvaxxed health care workers so they can replaced with vaxxed, obedient flunkeys. The next step is to force booster after booster on entire families as the condition of staying in the good graces of the insane reality show that is the salary class.

Though I’ll never know for sure, I believe the existence of my group Speakeasy Illinois was a significant reason why Pritzker has not yet been able to enforce a statewide mask mandate. Sun Tzu says to “subjugate the feudal lords with potential harm”, and I believe the corporate stooges who sit in Pritzker’s pockets became frightened when large numbers of people refused to don masks in Illinois stores. We have “labored the feudal lords with numerous affairs” in the form of lawsuits and forced them to “chase after profits” by taking our business to places where medical freedom is respected. Bravery is contagious. It only takes one person to take off the mask to inspire a second person, and then a third. You’ve got to start somewhere, and if the only person is me, which it often is inside the grocery store, well then so be it. I know I could be attacked, shamed, or harassed, but I have finally gotten to the point where it isn’t about me. Once again, they picked the wrong enemy.

Death Wish: Vaccine Edition

Sun Tzu warns of dangerous character traits. He says that “One committed to dying can be slain”. I think the vaccines represent a mass death wish. For a civilization that has loved to fear and avoid death, this one had a funny way of rushing towards it with open arms in the form of a vaccine that routinely kills and maims at a much higher rate than the disease it is supposed to cure. It is ironic that Sun Tzu mentions the opposite propensity in his next character trait, and that is “One committed to living can be captured”. I think he’s talking about the fear of death in this case. If a person is so attached to their lifestyle that they will grovel, beg, and sacrifice their children to a medical experiment to maintain it, they can be made to do dirty deeds and jerked around like marionettes. We have to wonder when the anger will set in as the vaxxed figure out they’ve been had, but I don’t see it happening anytime soon. Sun Tzu warns that “One easily angered and hasty can be insulted.” Insults are a potent tool. They can backfire spectacularly, such as Hillary Clinton and Les Deplorables, or they can ignite a revolution, as in the case of Let’s Go Brandon. The interesting part comes as the shamers get shamed. Sun Tzu mentions “one obsessed with being scrupulous and untainted can be shamed” and we now see cancel culture coming full circle as normies become aware of Hollywood pederasts and Hunter Biden’s laptop. Sun Tzu’s fifth and most sociopathic comment on character traits is “One who loves the people can be troubled”. In this sense, the opposition is unassailable because they don’t love the people and are untroubled by the woes of the working class despite all their posturing about being good, kindly champions. The most difficult order of our time is to maintain the spirit of love and to work around the hate that comes so easily.
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Allopathic medicine’s primary failure lies within its dismissal of the non-physical planes, especially the etheric plane. In the occult theory of the planes, the etheric plane is the most closely linked with the physical. Anyone can sense the etheric plane. When a person, place, or thing feels right or wrong, that is the etheric plane in action. For instance, my father was recently in the hospital for the better part of a week. I visited him and brought him cookies. Hospitals, especially hospitals in salary class strongholds like the hospital where my dad was interred, are huge etheric drains that prey upon all who enter them. Nursing homes and assisted living facilities have similar functions on the etheric. I will not speculate as to why they have this function, however, I will comment that it is highly ironic that places of ostensible healing run on energy vampirism. The modern hospital doesn’t just exist to drain your bank account; it sucks the life out of the people who frequent it as a hidden bonus.

Anybody Want Cookies?

When I entered the hospital, a young hospital worker asked “Are those homemade cookies?” I said “Yes”. Homemade cookies, despite being full of sugar and fat, are far healthier than hospital food of any sort because they are etherically rich. To those with etheric starvation, homemade cookies are an all-night oasis with a flashing neon sign. If only I had the time and the energy, I would have given everyone working and staying at the hospital a batch of homemade cookies.

Etheric starvation may be one of the most common health deficiencies of our time. The etheric plane is one step more subtle than smell and one step less subtle than an emotional feeling. The reasons why etheric starvation are so commonplace nowadays are myriad: ugly built environments, magnetic radiation, tons of plastic, hectic schedules, devitalized food, and ungrateful attitudes of entitlement all contribute to the phenomenon. I suffer from etheric starvation much like anyone else, however my starvation is ameliorated by the daily practice of the Sphere of Protection (SoP) and my ability to cook decent meals at home.

Etheric starvation often manifests as auto-immune disease such as diabetes and chronic fatigue. Type two diabetes is often caused by stuffing and gorging in an attempt to alleviate etheric starvation with devitalized, etherically-poor food. The sex addict’s number one problem is usually etheric starvation, and that is why a large amount of sex with constantly changing partners cannot cure them. Sex is an etheric exchange that ends up lumpy and one-sided if one partner is more into it than the other — the lonely heart would be better off remedying their etheric starvation in non-sexual ways.

The first task of remedying etheric starvation is by recognizing that the aesthetics of one’s living space provide a primary source of etheric nourishment. In order to replenish etheric stocks, you must have a place where you feel you are home. “Home” is as individual and randomly eccentric as the people who live there. For some, home is an apartment in a big city nestled among skyscrapers. For others, home is a cookie-cutter three-bedroom suburban house. Some live in yurts, tents, boats, and vans because they have no other choice; for some, it’s exactly how they like it. For me, home is not just my tiny little house, it’s my garden or the forest preserve. The moral of the story is we all need an etherically-rich place we can regularly go where our energy is restored.

The Importance of Decor... Seriously

Decorating, like many activities that are sacred to Aphrodite, is routinely pooh-poohed as unimportant and trivial. Decorating and the cleaning and organization that usually precedes it is crucial to imbuing a space with etheric richness. Repainting a room and updating the furniture and tchotchkes may not seem like a big deal, but anyone who perceives the etheric plane in any depth will understand it is crucial to remedying etheric starvation. Not all decorating is created equal, of course. The living space that is bought pre-fab from the Made-in-the-Third-World furniture store, installed entirely by a crew who couldn’t care less about the people living in an overlarge heat sink of a house, has far less restorative etheric potency than the room appointed with lovingly-restored thrift store furniture and is regularly cleaned and maintained by the people who actually live there.

I am a big proponent of starting where you are, with what you have right now. If you have etheric starvation, and it is likely that you do, the easiest way of remedying it is to thank your space for its service to you. For instance, I sit at my desk writing this essay on a computer. I will later thank the computer, the desk, and the chair for helping me write the essay. When I do this, my gratitude will sublimate the material things I have thanked and this will return in the form of good luck for both me and the items I thanked. Another way to sublimate gratitude is to do something that blesses the environment, such as picking up trash in the forest preserve. Every little bit helps, which is why those who put effort into gardening or who decorate for holidays are blessed — those tiny bits of care and cheer go a long way in brightening a sad world and making it etherically richer.

I have said the etheric is one sense subtler than smell. Hospitals have a smell that indicates their etheric toxicity. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, and if a place smells like you shouldn’t be there, you should probably try to get out of there as quickly as you can. Etherically-drained environments are terrible for human health. That is why you want whatever place you call home to be etherically rich. Allopathic medicine is not about to remedy itself or its approach to healing, which is why I believe the majority of it will be discarded in the centuries to come. (That’s too bad, because allopathic medicine does have an assortment of helpful protocols that shouldn’t be thrown away like the baby with the bathwater.)

The Formula

Allopathic medicine has utterly failed because it prioritizes attacking the source of disease over building up the patient. In the realm of magic, it is easier to curse what you hate than to bless what you love. Nevertheless, cursing what you hate causes detrimental blowback — if you get the destruction you want, it will return to you like the shrapnel of a grenade. If you bless your own side, you get that blowback, and you strengthen yourself enough to triumph over the enemy with overwhelming force. Hippocrates advocated the approach of strengthening the patient. Allopathic medicine goes the curse route, poisoning and/or removing the offending body part and attempting to replace it with someone else’s body part or a prosthetic. There are rare occasions where removing the body part is the best approach, like the case of me and my gall bladder. In 2002, I came within about an hour of dying because my gall bladder had become extremely inflamed and full of stones. Unfortunately, it had to go and luckily for me and my survival to the present day, it did. In most cases, however, it is preferable to strengthen the patient and err on the side of conservatism by not removing anything. The following is not health advice: If I were to be diagnosed with cancer, I would refuse chemotherapy. It is my personal opinion that chemotherapy is as barbaric as trepanning. You don’t get rid of an ornery fish by poisoning the whole ocean. Instead, I would look at my lifestyle: if I was subsisting on etherically-depleted food from the freezer, fast food restaurant, or out of a can, I would change it to homemade food. If I wasn’t sleeping enough, I would find a way to make regular, adequate sleep happen. I would decorate and thank every space I used and the objects in it. I would get lots of sunlight whenever possible. Last but not least, if none of this worked and if I still had cancer, I would accept my impending death as gracefully as possible and I would do my level best not to complain.

In some ways, alternative healing modalities are not as potent as taking an allopathic drug, and that can be a good thing. Allopathic medicine is often a blitzkrieg as it had to be in the case of my gall bladder whereas alternative healing methods are usually a gentle readjustment. When I have a sinus headache, I take white willow in the form of a capsule instead of taking Advil or Tylenol. The reasons for this are more complicated than they would appear. I often have to take more white willow than one would Tylenol — 2 or three capsules every couple of hours versus a single Tylenol for the span of half a day — because they aren’t as strong. Over the counter NSAIDS like Tylenol and Advil obliterate the endothelial single cell layer in my upper intestine, and this layer is the only thing that filters out pathogenic viruses. My headache might be solved, but I have just opened my immune system to any virus that comes my way, so if I have to be around a sick person, symptomatic or asymptomatic, I’m probably going to catch whatever virus they have. Willow doesn’t do that. Additionally, the health of my teeth is directly related to my sinus headaches, so if I have a sinus headache, I can remedy it by putting a thick paste of calcium citrate in the corners of my gums and behind my front teeth. I usually do this at night so I do not appear to be foaming at the mouth during the daytime. Calcium citrate stops my teeth from decaying. By remineralizing my teeth, which are just small bones after all, I slowly work on the root cause of the headaches, which is inflammation caused by infected teeth. Is this as instant or as powerful as popping an Advil? Heck no. Does it work? Yes. Another supplement I use if I have a sinus headache is zinc in the form of lozenges or gummies. Sinus headaches are the canary in the coal mine that say “You are at risk of catching a flu or cold”. If I get one, I supplement with extra Vitamin D, zinc, and put special attention toward improving my etheric state.

Magic Chef

If your household has a good cook living there (maybe it is you) please bless that person for me. The good cook is the most dramatically undervalued healer of our civilization. Good cooks are beyond the price of rubies in a landscape of etheric starvation, and that is why if you have etheric starvation, you should do your level best to become a good cook.

Soup is an extremely powerful form of medicine, and it doesn’t need to be chicken soup specifically. Soup is healing because our bodies need salty water with a dash of sugar in it. Soup is the human body’s preferred form of hydration and nutrition. Soup made from scratch is the most etherically potent form, however, soup from a can or box “doctored up” with additions like chopped vegetables or noodles comes relatively close. Though most soup recipes call for broth, I don’t use broth when I make soup. The basic recipe for homemade soup is to start with a stockpot, put in about a tablespoon of oil, and fry a vegetable, usually onions, at the bottom of it. Herbs or spices follow for a brief sauté, and then the rest of the vegetables get thrown in there, the pot gets filled to the top with water, and then it cooks for anywhere from thirty minutes to several hours. I salt it to taste somewhere within that time span. Noodles or rice, if being used, don’t get added until the soup is cooked or mostly cooked. Soup is not rocket science. I have not used an actual recipe for many years.

Avoid the Modern-Brutalist Approach to Exercise and Everything Else

Another spot where the allopaths get it wrong is exercise. Vigorous exercise has a time and a place: it belongs to children and young adults, and its place is ideally a bit on the wild side, in the form of copious unstructured play. Instead, we drive our cars to go to the gym, where we proceed to overwork in an etherically-deadened meat market of rubber, plastic and metal while subjected to an aural assault of nihilistic, autotuned popular music. The environment is wrong and the type of exercise is wrong. Older people are generally not designed to sprint or to powerlift — though if you can, good for you. Human bodies are designed for long bouts of mild exercise, and people of a certain age who manage this form of movement stay healthy for a long time.

If allopathic medicine ever regains its sense, hospitals everywhere will be torn down and replaced with the health spas of old where patients “took the waters” in etherically rich environments. No place of healing should ever permit a television upon its premises, and the proliferation of televisions in hospitals is a travesty that displays how far allopathic medicine has fallen from healing as a priority. Perhaps in the hospitals of the future, people of all walks of life will be able to use the healing center instead of the super-rich few. Until then, it is up to regular people to take back the modalities of healing.  These days, healing must start at home.
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It is hard to believe I was an atheist less than a decade ago. I was raised to be a casual Christian. I was baptized as a baby and confirmed at age 14. My parents took us to church when my brother and I were little. By the time we were adolescents, my brother and I would often walk to church unaccompanied by our parents. We were both confirmed around the same time.

I felt strung along by the Christian church. There was always the promise of being saved or “hearing good news” followed by empty posturing or rote recitation of mostly inscrutable Bible passages that I felt had no relevance to my life. It did not help that the most avid churchgoers in my life were also the most pushy, hypocritical, and obtuse. The deal breaker for me came at age 16, when the church had zero answers concerning the night terrors I suffered on a regular basis.

In my opinion, the average Protestant church has not been spiritual for a long time. By “spiritual” I mean within regular touch with the spirits/in contact with them. Catholics and Greek Orthodox have the advantage of saints and rituals items like rosary beads; casual Protestants have no such advantages. There is also the common Protestant assertion that any contact with non-corporeal entities other than Jesus himself is Satanic and/or witchcraft. Such an assertion, whether or not it is the correct interpretation of the Bible, excludes and shames anyone who seeks to experience the spirit of place. Those who develop the ability to recognize the differences and overlaps between the spirit world and our own are kneecapped by the insistence that all spiritual experience belongs to Jesus and Jesus alone.

Nah. From my experience, Jesus is truly great, however, he is far from the only god and he’s most certainly not the only spirit. To ironically paraphrase Carl Sagan, J.C. is but one of “billions and billions” in a complex ecosystem.

The Extremely-Haunted World

Most of us have been brought up to believe that if ghosties and ghoulies exist, then surely they must prove it by using their unseen hands to move furniture at night, to win lotteries for humans who beg and plead the right way, and to possess ugly dolls and teddy bears and make them prance about in a demonic yet amusing fashion. That’s not the way it works. Everything and every place is haunted nevertheless. Anyone who has ever sensed that someone doesn’t like them or that a place feels “bad” or “good” for no apparent reason is sensing the spirit ecosystem. The ecosystem is there whether the person astrally blind or profoundly clairvoyant.

Personally, I don’t usually physically see or hear spirits. Every now and then I do, for instance I saw my first full-body apparition in a forest preserve in 2020. I thought it was a man until I got close enough for it to disappear. I usually don’t see spirits. I’ll catch one of my many ghost cats out of the corner of my eye and sometimes ghosts will make a lot of racket in my house. These are not common occurrences. My usual experience is a kind of awareness. For instance, right now I have several spirits hovering nearby. One is always with me -- it’s my Holy Guardian Angel or HGA. Others come and go. Some have bad intentions and are thrown off by my daily Sphere of Protection. Most are just there, like birds in the bushes and trees and insects on the ground and in the air. No big deal. Places also have spirits. My music studio has a spirit. The piano has a spirit who I have named Rex. The desk calendar has a spirit. The elderberry lozenges have spirits. The plastic they are wrapped in has a spirit. The list is endless.

When people ask me “Is this place haunted?” my answer is always “Yes”. Haunted is the natural state of everything. What they mean is “Is one of the entities who lives here disturbed or angry?”

The key realization here is that nobody is ever alone. Manly P. Hall’s Path of the Lonely Ones is only genuinely lonely if non-human entities cannot be perceived, and most people who study the occult find that studying occultism opens the inner eye that perceives the world for all of its genuine weirdness. The supernatural isn’t all that super because it is perfectly natural; it’s just that we humans have fallen into severe blindness.

The Ancient Seers

I believe people used to be able to see the astral plane nearly as easily as we see the physical plane. Over thousands of years, humans lost the second sight. I have always been afflicted with a feeling of sadness and longing for the pre-industrial world when nobody worried about radiation, toxic dumps, or plastic garbage. I don’t feel I am anywhere alone in this or the sense that the world of fairies, angels, ghosts, and other non-corporeal entities has been beaten back. The clincher is that it wasn’t beaten back at all -- it’s just that we have beaten back our ability to perceive it. We are so vain as a species that we came to assume that because we invented our own apparatuses and systems, they can have no consciousness apart from us. The first step to perceiving entities is admitting that humans aren’t so great and special. We are cogs in the machine just like anyone else. We may be creators, but we are also the created. The second step is to try and make contact.

Reach Out and Touch Someone

The primary way to begin to sense the rich, unseen world is to thank it. Grateful people are the best sort of people: everybody wants to hang out with them, including spirits. That’s why I suggest genuinely thanking household objects as a first exercise in spirit communication. The next time you shut your front door for the night, thank it as if it was another person who was your devoted personal security guard. Say Hello when you get into your car and Thank You every time you get out of it. Say thank you to the washing machine and dryer for your clean clothes. Thank your bed after you sleep in it. Once you have started thanking the objects you used to take for granted, you might just notice they appreciate being thanked. It’s a subtle, almost indiscernible feeling, but once you start a habit of thanking objects, you’ll sense that it grows and that an aura of protection grows with it. A wise entity once told me that gratitude sublimates what it touches to the power of seven. I took this to mean that the thank-er and the thank-ee become improved and encouraged by gratitude in at least seven ways.

Bad Practices

I don’t use or recommend Ouija boards or seances to contact spirits. Ouija boards are a good way of inviting a demonic infestation, and here is why: they are like giant nets that do not discriminate in what they catch and bring through. Demons want nothing more than to get a foothold on the material plane where they can proceed to wreak havoc upon their enemies (us humans). The Ouija board is usually piloted by a group of know-nothings who seek contact with dead relatives or dead famous people. A bunch of people create an amorphous blob of astral energy that is easily detected and commandeered by demons. It’s not that dead grandma doesn’t want to get through, she cannot get through because the demons will push her out of the way.

The seance is another extremely ignorant practice that invites the demonic from portals on the lower astral plane. Once again, we have a bunch of random-intentioned people creating an amorphous blob of astral energy through which demons may happily travel. Seances are the astral equivalent of going to a seedy bar and then stripping oneself naked and taking a roofie. Though it is possible that nothing will happen, it is more probable that something bad will happen and that it will have at least one VD. To add insult to potential injury, seances are not bookended with any form of banishing rituals.

One of the types of entities I used to see in my unprotected astral travels is the Impersonator. Impersonators are spirits who form themselves into mock-ups of your loved ones and then try to get your attention by using that person’s form to torment you. Let’s say you dream of your aunt and in the dream, the nice old lady you know suddenly seems menacing and sinister. Her form seems to bulge at the edges, rearranging itself. The arms are too big, the head is too small, the eyes seem wrong. My guess is that you didn’t dream about your aunt; that was an impersonator. Impersonators love to play ghost and many ghost sightings of dead “people” are not people at all.

The Rudeness of Humans

Many entities don’t want to connect with humans because let’s face it, we can be very rude. When I was an atheist who believed in The Science, I truly believed if a demon or angel didn’t manifest as a humanoid creature and march up to me and shake my hand, it couldn’t possibly exist. When a bunch of humans sit in their stupid, unbanished seance and demand that spirits make knocking sounds in order to prove their existence, the spirits have every right to be pissed and angered. Part of me doesn’t even blame them for infesting houses and apartments and making the cupboards vomit dishes and flatware onto the floor.

Let’s say I was stricken blind and deaf. Just as I wouldn’t march into someone’s home and demand that people living there prove they existed by doing an impromptu tap dance so I could feel the vibrations, I no longer presume I can force astral beings to do my bidding, nor do I want them to do my bidding. I wouldn’t dream of thinking of contacting spirits as a game (many Ouija boards are made by Hasbro) because that’s freaking rude.

The Beauty of Talking to Trees

The Druid Tree Ritual, which really isn’t much more than an elaborate way to sit up against or hug a tree, is a wonderfully polite way to introduce oneself to the world of the unseen. Though not every tree is friendly, most trees and plants in general love to chat and exchange energy with humans. The Ritual is simple: 1.Spot a tree 2.Ask it if it wants to exchange energy 3.Sit with back against tree for whatever amount of time seems right 4.Thank tree and exit the scene.

You won’t hear a literal voice from the tree, but you’ll probably feel all sorts of unexpected and odd sensations. Paying attention to them and more importantly contemplating them later is an excellent way of opening the avenues of spirit communication. The ritual has three key elements: the asking of permission, the opening of oneself to possibility, and the all important gratitude afterwards.



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I grew up in the lap of plenty. I was born in the early 70s in a home for unwed mothers on the north side of Chicago. I was promptly adopted to a wealthy suburb and brought up amongst the daughters and sons of Fermilab and Argonne scientists. Several of my classmates had fathers who ran large home-building companies. Post-graduate degrees were commonplace on the block where I grew up. My parents, in contrast, did not go to college and neither did any of their ancestors.

I have not seen much of the world. I have only left home briefly and I did not go far or stay very long. I may be blinded to certain realities because of my under-traveled status. I have a difficult time picturing a future that doesn’t involve more of the same. I cannot imagine what catastrophic collapse looks like and because I cannot imagine what it looks like, I have no way to prepare.

Our civilization has an apocalypse fetish. I think large masses of people believe in an apocalypse, be it religious, environmental, or zombie in nature, because that gives them a mental failsafe when they get too close with confronting the fact they are not making the change they want to see in the world. We can all sense that there is something terribly wrong with modernity, and there are many who seek to remedy their anxiety over the wrongness with compulsive shopping. Preparedness is the latest in compulsive shopping trends: witness the surging sales of MREs and toilet paper. I am not immune to the squirrely impulse: I have enough beans and rice to last until next July.

Don’t get jealous of me though — I am going to run out of almost everything, starting with cat food, if SHTF and I don’t make enough excess cash after expenses to do a damn thing about it. Maybe it’s that I just cannot believe the current system will come to an end in any meaningful way.

Recently I have been battling my own anger over “the way it is”. This anger is nothing new: I was first aware of it at age ten. When I was 10, a group of idiots in my suburban town decided to build four gigantic malls on a hilly area where kids used to ride their bikes and generally just mess around. The area was in the southernmost corner of the town. There was no point in building the mall as we already had one in a neighboring suburb to the north. During the 80s and 90s, I watched in horror as mall after mall was erected, only to languish in semi or full abandonment. Malls were joined by half empty office parks, car dealerships, gas stations, and housing developments. Like everyone else, I was given the binary choice to beat ‘em (impossible) or join ‘em. I ended up joining them: my commercial space is run out of a strip mall despite passionate efforts to create a work/storefront of the type that is common in Europe and used to be common in small town USA.

I did not join ‘em in another key respect, and that was a dodged bullet. I never took a salary class job and I married a man who got kicked out of the salary class back down into the working class after a brief stint. We haven’t faced vaccine pressures because I own my own business and my husband’s company isn’t the fancy, aspirational type that forces vaccines on its employees.

The salary class has slashed its collective wrists and gone jogging. Blood is strewn across sidewalks and forms sticky pools on the chemically-treated lawn yet the salary class is nowhere near dying as a way of life. A person like me who was only ever in the lowest of low echelons of the salary class cannot understand the wealth of the upper middle class. There are people who have never had to worry about skipping a meal to save money and frankly I’ll never truly get them. They can hemorrhage money and not feel it. That is what is happening now, I think. The upper middle class is being squeezed just as hard as the middle and lower middle class, but they haven’t felt any form of hurt because they still have plenty to put gas in their cars, to pay their inflated utility bills, and to travel to the usual destinations now that they’ve had their double vaccine shot and possible booster. There are still FOR SALE signs on the little patches of cornfield that are all that remains of the previous millennium. Starbucks still has people who wait in line for their overpriced milkshakes. Salary class kids are still going off to university in search of useless degrees so they can become obedient office fauna like their parents before them.

Does it end within my lifetime? Will there ever be a system that does not mercilessly exclude and ritually humiliate those not “lucky” enough to be born in the salary class?

Real estate prices don’t seem to point in a good direction where the average lower middle class plebe is concerned. The main reason that creatives aren’t out there creating their own small businesses is because the cost is far too high to get anything started. It is only through sheer force of will and a disproportionate amount of luck that I am able to keep my own music lesson business running. If I had chosen to have children I would not have time to do what I do. Even now, I fight every month to keep my business open in the face of my state’s freakout about the Nothingburger Flu. Small businesses are impossible to start because the landlords charge too much and the banks wouldn’t have it any other way. The result is 24.5 square feet of retail space for every man, woman, and child. We paved paradise to put up a parking lot, or at least they did and we went along with it.

What does it take to bring the system down? I have said to myself that todays malls are tomorrow’s slums. Sometimes I soothe my mind with the vision of saplings bursting through the former entryway of Whole Foods, with an entire family of deer chilling in what used to be the gluten-free display. I still cannot genuinely picture it happening within my lifetime, and I plan on living 40-50 more years.

I found James Howard Kunstler’s World Made By Hand books amusing in their unreality. At no time was I able to suspend my disbelief in his world of country dances and grumpy men pushing their cars down the street for lack of gas. I know that we are in decline and the heavily industrialized world as I knew it is going away and never coming back. I know that I had better enjoy plantains, pineapple, and avocados while I still can. I know the industrialized world in its current state cannot last and yet the (digitally recorded, quantized, sampled) beat goes on. I'm doing my best to create the analog version.
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When I was a vegetarian in the 1990s, an ostensibly healthy restaurant opened in the mall. They had a breakfast sandwich that I think was meant to imitate sausage. It looked and tasted like cardboard. My boyfriend at the time (who later became my husband) was a lifelong vegetarian. He was raised Seventh Day Adventist, which meant he had lived through every attempt at soy and wheat analog meat in America. He commented that until there was a fake meat that tasted like the real thing, veggie fare like the restaurant’s broken attempt at a breakfast sandwich would continue to marginalize vegetarian food as weird and icky.

I went vegan after 20 years of vegetarianism and pescetarianism in 2010. The vegan movement was still obscure when I joined it.

Sun Tzu said that in military combat “if you make the enemy’s path circuitous and entice them with profit, although you set out after them, you will arrive before them.”

The enemy of the vegan movement was obscurity. Why the hell should anyone eat a bland, weird soy burger when they could chomp down on a tasty ground-up animal sandwich? The animal sandwich was cruel, sure, but it was also cheap, fatty, salty, and satisfying. Not everyone was like me, able to take the blinders off to see the blood of the slaughterhouse, to smell the feces and rot, to hear the anguished cries of the pig or the chicken with her beak cut off, to contemplate the staggering amount of waste that went into a slab of sausage. Vegans were not subtle in messaging: the reason I became vegetarian and not vegan in 1989 was because the only vegan I knew was the neighbor kid who was starving himself to death. The only group of vegans was PeTA, and they were psychotic.

The PeTA method, in Sun Tzu’s vernacular, is to “race forward day and night without encamping, covering two days normal distance at a time, marching forward a hundred li to contend for gain”. It is a failing strategy. PeTa has always loved to rush to the bottom line of YOU MEAT EATERS OUGHT TO FEEL ASHAMED instead of going the slow, circuitous route and showing people why they might want to become vegans. In the 80s, PeTA literally attacked those they disagreed with by pouring red paint on women wearing fur coats. If the vegan movement had never expanded beyond PeTA’s chokehold, the word vegan would not have become a household term. Luckily for me, PeTA fell into the irrelevance and disgrace it richly deserved shortly after I became vegan. Hopefully it won’t be back.

The vegan movement got exciting in the 2010s. We had our fearless leaders: Philip Wollen, Morrissey, Woody Harrelson, Moby, Doctors Esselstyn, McDougall, Barnard, Popper, and Williams. We had our generals: Colleen Patrick Goudreau, Ruby Roth, Patrik Baboumian, Emily the Bite Size Vegan, Gary Yourovsky, Melanie Joy, Joey Carbstrong, Earthling Ed, and James Aspey. We knew the terrain: we could argue from any point and win, and we could do it with humor and style, a la Vegan Sidekick. Our varied and myriad approaches to argument (with a great deal of persuasion) were so effective, industries started catering to us. Vegan became profitable. It was in the 2010s that we got Gardein, the world's first consistently tasty, non-weird tasting vegan meats.

The secret to the success of the vegan movement was its variety. We captured the Hollywood elites by giving them the health fad they craved with the virtue signaling they craved even more. We captured the middle classes by putting convenient vegan comfort foods in every grocery store. Plant milk was something you bought only in health food stores in the year 2000; by 2020 it became commonplace in all but the most rural of rural grocery stores. The vegan movement reached the inner cities where it was embraced with enthusiasm and passion, and people of all colors and ethnic origins delighted in bringing vibrant, nourishing meals to former food deserts.

When we “plundered a district” and gained ground, we shared the wealth. Vegans networked around the world to share recipes, to lend advocacy and words, and to relentlessly campaign for vegan options in restaurants.

We knew when to strike and how to do it. We figured out how to make Thanksgiving seem more appealing without the turkey. We knew when to get environmental (Cowspiracy) and when to appeal to vanity (The Game Changers). We knew how to wear the enemy down and strike when they were weak.

We were doing great. The tipping point had nearly been achieved. Unfortunately, the old saying came true: the larger they are, the harder they fall. Vegans everywhere fell for the oldest trick in the book: the infiltration of the movement by idiot co-opters who devoured it from the inside out. The race baiters, non-functioning autistics, and the gullible do-gooders metastasized, and former skeptics who had once worked overtime to disprove the average allopathic doctor’s insistence that eating animals is healthy and good lined up like lemmings to take an experimental MRNA shot. Greta Thunberg heralded the beginning of the end; the vegan movement now is a shadow of its former self.

That which was in order became disordered and that which was tranquil became clamorous. The vegan movement snatched defeat from the jaws of victory, proving that vegans were largely every bit as credulous as the meat-eaters they were trying to change. The same people who laughed at Dr. Robert Atkins and who would not eat the Impossible Burger because it used animal tests to get to FDA approval were perfectly willing to swallow (or inject) whatever animal-tested Pfizer and Moderna garbage Dr. Anthony Fauci shoved in their direction. Whether or not the vegan movement will return is anybody’s guess. For now, it has been vanquished. Looking on the bright side… at least we got a decent breakfast sandwich!
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As a person who has opted out of the various Covid injections, I find myself caught between a Scylla and Charybdis dilemma: being persecuted by an increasingly-insane fearful authoritarian mafia of medical do-gooders who would like to put people like me in concentration camps or the equally unsavory choice of watching a massive die-off of the innocent and guilty alike who took the Covid shots.

All signs are pointing to the second reality playing out.

In my corner of a heavily vaxxed blue state of the US, Illinois, about 8 out of 10 or 80 percent of adults have chosen to take the COVID shots. Among the children ages 5 and above, rates are more like 60 percent. The reason we have such a heavy concentrated of vaxxed people here is because most people in this area either are or aspire to be in the Professional Managerial Class or PMC. As I have explained at length, the drive towards the shots is part of the natural evolution of the Progress narrative that acts as the religion of the PMC. Covid vaccinations are the latest initiation ritual of the PMC, and you can't be an initiate unless you submit to the ritual. There are a lot of unspoken rules of the PMC, for instance, to be a proper PMC you must have a six or preferably seven figure income, own at least two properties, lease at least two family cars, regularly travel by plane, and largely abstain from doing your own household maintenance and chores. There are always new PMC requirements coming down the pipe in order to stay in membership and the latest one is the Covid vaccine.

I think the PMC have evolved themselves into a dead end with this one.

In the last couple of weeks, the same trends we are seeing in Israel, with the vaxxed getting "the worst cold ever" is starting to play out among my personal connections and acquaintances. The vaxxed are falling sick and they aren't getting better. Those who aren't catching colds are having problems such as brain fog, sluggishness, and numbness. I believe this is the first link of the VAIDS (Vaccine-Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome) downward spiral that will end the Covid vaccine narrative. The end of this narrative will come at the cost of millions if not billions of lives.

I do not believe MRNA shots dressed as vaccines were designed to stop COVID. I think they were designed to prolong the pandemic because it turned out to be a paper tiger. The elite wish to keep the public under lockdown-control for all eternity was echoed in the PMC, and both combined to use their power to create a "vaccine" that would keep people just sick enough to be good customers ahem I mean patients dependent on Big Pharma for the rest of their lives. The vaccines weren't supposed to be quite this deadly -- I believe that part was a mistake. But they are deadly and here we are.

The vaccine contains self-assembling magnetized nanobots and parasites. The microscope slides speak for themselves:

https://www.bitchute.com/video/Xt7F8kgLE5Rg/

Only the mad scientist who invented the nanobots knows their intended purpose. What we know is the Covid vaccine turns the blood into the sanguine equivalent of scrambled eggs:


The vaccine creates clots that blood thinners cannot control or ameliorate. The reason for this is most likely the novel spike proteins that are prolifically produced whenever the vaxxed person's immune system encounters a new threat.

I desperately hope that the people I know who chose or were coerced into getting the vaccine got a placebo. I am fairly confident that quite a few people who believe themselves to be double vaxxed were actually double placeboed, and more power to them because like me, they are the control group of the experiment.

As for the vaxxed, I believe they are headed for a horrible future. A good percentage of them will die and those who do not will be saddled with VAIDS. VAIDS was part of the demonic bargain. Like a grenade, the detonation takes out the guilty and the innocent. May the innocent be blessed.  I leave the judgement of the guilty to the gods.







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The black cat is a former feral from our yard, Shadow Shadilay Sniffles Spazzimodo Steele. The gray guy is his new BFF from our local humane society, Ashley Amore Reed Cockleburr Steele. My husband built them the PVC cat tree.









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There is a famous celebrity who shall remain nameless who I believe has sold her soul to a demon and has become ensnared by demons as a result. She is not young. She recently had her umpteenth plastic surgery. She can now be mistaken for young at a distance or in photographs, but she does not look even remotely look like her younger self. Her existence at this point is a study in diminishing returns: the more she ruins her own legacy with a freak show of bad behavior and enfant terrible antics, the less attention she draws year after year. She made her deal as a young woman and now enters the first phase of hell: old age.

Bob Dylan reportedly sold his soul to an entity he thought was Satan as a young man. He directly admitted to it in an interview and he did not seem to be joking. John Lennon gained a similar reputation when gullible überfan and biographer Joseph Niezgoda misconstrued a woe-is-me quote he made during a trying time to mean he literally sold his soul. Dylan is obviously still alive and has made it to a ripe old age, without the formerly mentioned celebrity’s tendency to freak out about the aging process. Lennon, who most likely did not sell his soul, died in his prime while the rest of the Beatles outlived him. What of their souls? Were they for sale?

Atheist Misperceptions

Atheists like to say “I believe in one less god than you do” to monotheists. Atheism and monotheism are closer than their adherents like to think. They both see the material world as a dead and dying hulk of matter in the indifferent ocean of empty space. Atheism simply replaces Heaven with Progress: a future where everyone can be uploaded to the cloud after they die at a freakishly extended age (thanks Science!) and a life spent in fully automated luxury communism. For monotheists, evil is a grinning devil who takes convenient responsibility for all the horrors of the world. For atheists, the devils are those pesky servant classes who don’t understand intellectual refinements and the inevitable march onward and outward to colonize space. The celebrity who sold her soul probably doesn’t know it happened. I can only speculate she sold her soul because of the way she acts. Her crazy desperation is my only clue; that and her fondness for Satanic imagery. Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? Maybe she is with Lucifer.

I was an atheist only six years ago. I’m not an expert on demons and I don’t pretend to be one. For two decades, I thought the entities I experienced during astral travel (I was not calling it that at the time) were ‘trans-dimensional bleed’. Had my atheist self been more prone to believe in aliens, that’s the direction I would have gone: nightly alien abductee. Never would I have thought I was being tormented by demons. I didn’t know what they were.

Little Voice

After a few years of discursive meditation, I learned that I am not clairvoyant, or at least not in the way one expects. I don’t typically see anything in a typical day that isn’t fully incorporated in the flesh. Instead, I feel it. I am extremely sensitive to the etheric plane. Messes bother me because I can feel them. Sometimes my senses get so jacked up from being bombarded, they shut down and I am numb and unable to perceive anything. The Sphere of Protection has been a lifesaver for me. It has enabled me to discriminate and choose which non-corporeal manifestations get through. I am no longer at the mercy of a non-corporeal crowd shouting at me to get my attention. My senses have become subtle enough that I can communicate via the astral plane to my surroundings and to their inhabitants.

Not long ago, people on John Michael Greer’s Ecosophia blogs said they heard a little voice saying “Just get the vaccine, it will be OK”. The old atheist me would have just shut down the dialogue with FIGMENT OF THE IMAGINATION as if imagination is not important. If I could go back in time to talk with my atheist self, I would ask “If imagination is not important, why are governments, corporations, and religions all trying to take complete control of yours and mine?” Look at our human vision and how little of the spectrum we can see — if we don’t use our mind’s eye, we are nearly blind.

I saw, or more accurately I felt the nasty thing whispering things to me (and presumably other people). My mind's eye pictured him as a little waif, sly and gray. His hatred for humans was epic. He was a wee Rumplestiltskin looking to make deals and bargains.



Cui bono?

Vaccines, lockdownism, and masks tend to benefit the salary class and its aspirants. Unlike slaughterhouse workers, Amazon delivery drivers, and small business owners scrambling to avoid going under, the salary class largely no longer has to work or go to school when they catch a random cold or flu. A mild case of the sniffles is now an opportunity to work from home in perpetuity and/or to virtue signal about protecting others by voluntary quarantine. That is why it is common to find the highest vaccination rates in countries like Israel, where the salary class is the only accepted form of existence: If you’re not salary class in Israel, you might as well be Palestinian. Did members of the salary class sell their souls to demons in order to continue the gravy train of Covid-paranoia benefits? I believe they did. They did not do this quickly or consciously; it happened over time. They eased into the bargain like a frog relaxes in a pan of warm water over a Bunsen burner.

The legacy media was a bit more obvious about the soul-selling process. Self-appointed scholar commentator Reza Azlan took a trip to India for his CNN show Believer in 2017. For the very first episode, he hung out with the Aghori, a sect that makes special pains to debase its adherents by having them wallow in filth and death. Aslan ate part of a corpse’s brain as part of a (hazing) ritual in order to hang out with the Aghori equivalent of the cool kids. It is my opinion that he and CNN were literally damned after that. His unholy communion was the beginning of the end for CNN. Aslan was later fired for his anti-Trump tweets but CNN did not seem to escape blowback. Their ratings of their most popular programs are far lower than a Twitch user or Tik Tok-er of middling popularity any given day. Let’s hope CNN and all of its hysteria goes the way of the passenger pigeon soon.

Around the same time, breakout director Ari Aster released his first feature film, Hereditary. Hereditary is the story of a family that is broken apart via the posthumous actions of an evil grandmother who works from beyond the grave to put her grandchildren in the service of the demon Paimon. Hereditary is a straight-up demon summoning presented as a film. If films are any form of identifier for societal trends, Hereditary’s success indicates Paimon is the current era’s Hollywood It Boy. The film relentlessly emphasizes the futility of resisting Paimon’s anti-human agenda. At every turn, its characters are beaten, demoralized, beheaded, and bested. In the end, Paimon gets exactly who and what it wants. I suspect Hereditary, Believer Episode 1, or the multitude of other Satanic capitulations in media vastly helped to put us in the astral mess we are soaking in right now.

The mask, as I have explained many times, is a Satanic symbol. I have to resist the desire to cross myself when I see a mask wearer (I was a devout Catholic in a past life and old habits die hard) because I can feel the pain emanating from them. Any Christian who wears the mask ought to seriously think about what it means. Jesus would not have worn a mask. He hung out with lepers. The guy was (is?) fearless.

Sayonara, Reality, We Barely Knew Ye

Demonic obsession is often marked people who abandon all connection with reality in order to stay in favor with the demons controlling them. People who cannot have a rational discussion about Donald Trump, pro- or anti-, or who seem to have forgotten that Trump was the original pusher and promoter of the vaccines. On the other side of the political spectrum, there are significant numbers of would-be armed militia members who believe in a globalist conspiracy to transhumanize the world.

Sometimes the abandonment of reality is just garden variety mental illness and sometimes demons step in. Some of the raving lunatics flailing on the ground on a forgotten city sidewalk are possessed; others are not. The vaccine is a door-opener. Like any first foray into drugs, it has the potential to be a gateway. There is also the good chance that it isn’t.

Soul Trafficking

Nobody can be coerced or tricked into selling their soul. Selling one’s soul to a demon is an act of will. The invitation must be voluntary. If it is rape, it’s not a sale, it is theft. For this reason the majority of the souls who got the vaccine will not pay a price beyond the banquet of vaccine enhanced illness that awaits. They were tricked and coerced. Prostitution utilizes trickery and coercion — the youngest and most nubile are regularly raped and drugged into the prostitute life. The vaccinated are the victims of a form of human trafficking, unless we are talking about a special subset who gleefully volunteered for the vaccine and continue to this day to push others to get it. They act this way in light of obvious, easily-attained, undeniable evidence there is something terribly wrong with the vaccines.

I don’t have a great deal of hope for current vaccine enthusiasts. They are in trouble. Not only do I suspect they face a multi-lifetime karmic backlash that will include causing the deaths and injuries of potential billions of vaccine-injured, they will also be the first to face blame here on the material plane as the nascent blowback against the vaccine mandates builds to a molto fortissimo crescendo in the coming months and years. For those who are still virtue-signaling that they are vaccinated, they should enjoy what remains of their time and expect a long sojourn in hell.

We are currently standing in the wreckage of a flaming dumpster fire and it is up to idiots like you and me to save what can be saved. A wise non-corporeal entity once said something to me about the subject of demonic possession: “In order for the exorcism to be successful, you need to love the boy more than you hate the demon who possesses him.” The vaccinated are and were our friends. For instance, I have an ex-friend who spent the last five years in a fit of Trump Derangement Syndrome pique. I walked away from the relationship before the vaccine rollout. I do wonder if he got the vaccine because he has pre-existing problems with his immune system. Though I don’t have it in me to attempt to re-kindle the friendship, I can focus on the good times we shared and wish him no ill as he continues on his journey for the rest of this incarnation. It’s very tempting to hate him and all he represents to me. He has acted like an ass and doesn’t have the self-awareness to realize it. I don’t love him anymore, but I can acknowledge the love I felt and use it to mitigate the friction I now feel towards him. My gratitude for all the hard times he helped me through and all the lessons he helped me to learn eclipse my wish for him to be apologetic and humbled.

I know I’m going to want to say “I told you so” as the cascade of Vaccine Enhanced Illness becomes more apparent. I’m going to do my utmost to steer clear and I would urge you to do the same.  Tear yourself away. I have always battled with my own arrogance and it is readily triggered by schadenfreude. I believe the unvaccinated will have every reason to feel schadenfreude as Winter and Spring open a can of adverse effects on the vaccinated. I know some vaccinated people have been horrible. I know some of them have called to put us in camps and to ostracize us from society. We need to ignore them and try to work with the vaccinated people who never stooped that low.

My Body My Choice


I believe the reason a whole lot of this garbage is happening is because of what happened in the 1980s as Evangelical Christianity reached a zenith. The 1980s were a horrible time to be a young person. Christianity had a last great hurrah, squelching the opposition with the seemingly God-sent scourge of AIDS, terrorizing a generation of young women into either compulsive promiscuity or nihilist frigidity, and bubbling over into the world of television with the rise of televangelist preachers. When I was a teen, it seemed the nature-hating dominance of Evangelist psychos would never end. Yet end it did, and unfortunately, because the lessons were not learned, they have come back to haunt us in the form of forced vaccines.

The Christian fixation with unborn babies was always about the control of women and girls and the hatred of femininity. The Bible never mentions an abortion of which it does not approve, from dashing “the little ones against the stones” in Psalms 137:9 to Hosea 9:14’s “give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts”. I am not the only woman whose sex life was destroyed by paranoia and guilt. I was one of the lucky ones — I never had an abortion nor was I ever forced to carry a baby I did not want. Christianity, Islam, and to a lesser extent, Judaism cannot help what they are: patriarchal religions that value yang more than yin. To squelch life before it gets a rollicking start is very yin and not out of sync with the cruelty of Nature herself. One out of four pregnancies naturally ends in miscarriage, but members of our civilization don’t do a particularly good job of coping with that either. At any rate, the insane prohibition of abortion by Christian fundamentalists in the Handmaid’s Tale lite era of the 1980s morphed into our current dystopia of vaccine pressure. What comes around goes around. Energy doesn’t die, it just changes form.  The controlling Father archetype who wished to coerce every girl and woman into having an unwanted baby became the controlling Mother who insisted she could provide for a world commune of thought slaves.  In either case, they both lied about their competency as providers. Christian fundies were slightly better than vaccine enthusiasts of the current era: they mainly sought to control young women. Lunatics in high places are fixing to vaccinate children and babies as I write this article.

If there is a moral to this story, The only way to stop the cycle of fear porn from inevitably popping up in the future is to refuse to play into it. Demons are hungry and it is up to us to starve them.


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The Veil

Sep. 21st, 2021 11:55 pm
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My first experiences of the occult involved the Thoth tarot deck. I was sixteen and recently heartbroken after my first boyfriend dumped me. We lasted three months. I bought the Tarot deck with the intention of pestering it about the future -- of course my desired outcome was for my boyfriend and I to get back together. We never did get back together, but I did begin my first spill down the Path because of those cards.

When I used to gaze at the Priestess, its symbols remained a mystery. I had the blurbs of text in the white book memorized as well as significant chunks of the Book of Thoth. I read cards by repeating those bits of information. For some odd reason, people liked the readings well enough and I became somewhat known for it among my family and friends. Thirty years later, I began to understand a small part of the symbolism of the cards because of discursive meditation.

On the Tree of Life, Gimel is the path from the Father (Kether) to the Son (Tipareth). Crowley, like a few other Golden Dawnies, was an Icarus whose wings melted when he got too close to the Sun. The Priestess provides the veil to shield the eyes from the light of the Father. She is the Virgin Mary, Isis, and Artemis. She is the Divine Feminine as a connection to the Father. Without her hazy, nurturing influence, the forces of Father and Son would burn everything between them with their power.

She is the idea of home: gentle, nurturing, and compassionate. The one who makes a home makes it possible to digest the influences of the Father. The feminine is the way towards the father. She creates the necessary polarity to return to him, much like electricity needing positive and negative ions to move.

Christianity and Islam have a problem with disrespecting the divine feminine. Protestant Christianity diminishes Mary to a side player, shunting any veneration for her to a couple of holidays. Islam perverts the veil, turning it into a hijab and a burqa. The result is naked hatred of women and girls and another diminution of the feminine and nature itself. The discounting of the feminine is not surprising -- the unigod religions were a natural outgrowth of animal herding and its child, capitalism. Capitalism commodifies spiritual ideals: for instance, the transformation of the idea of home into a red and white labeled can of soup, or the winter folk song rehashed as an annoying Christmas ad jingle. Obsessive marketing and relentless kitsch makes homemaking easier to dismiss as an art.

Homemaking is the art of etheric balance. The etheric represents the ebb and flow of energy one level more subtle than smell. It can and will be affected by aesthetics and human emotion and perception. The etheric is the veil between the astral and the physical. To understand how a certain smell or bit of music can trigger an emotional rush is to grasp the idea of the etheric. The goal of homemaking is generally to stabilize the etheric into harmonious patterns that provide protection via the diffusion/mitigation of outside forces. As the Druid prayer goes, "In protection, strength". The creation of a home, whether it's a grand Taj Mahal or the tin pan on Johnny Appleseed's head, is essential for the process of evolution to take place. Without feminine balance, there is no connection to the father. The aesthetic is important because it influences perception, and to perceive balance is to imitate it.
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Hi everyone, readings are concluded for the week of Sept. 20 but feel free to comment on existing threads. See you next week for more Ogham readings!
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The scene: Inside Thornton's (gas station) in the suburbs of Chicago.

Her: You need to put on a mask!
Me: I don't do that.
Her: There's a MANDATE! You have to wear a mask!
Me: I know about the mandate. I'm not going to wear a mask. Do you want me to pay for my gas or not?
Her: (blood boiling) YOU... You check out with her... gestures to the young woman behind plexiglass at the register.

A pleasant transaction ensued. I gave the cashier my money, she made change, I thanked her, and I was on my merry way.


Sun Tzu says whoever occupies the battleground first and awaits the enemy will be at ease; whoever occupies the battleground afterward and must race to the conflict will be fatigued.

When I encounter a maskturbator like the gas station manager at Thornton’s, unlike the maskturbator, I am calm and ready. I know the battleground, I understand exactly why I am at war, and I am ready to be hauled off and murdered if necessary because of the courage of my convictions. Death means nothing to me. I am not afraid of it. The gas station manager had no such advantages. She was a terrified, cowed, petty dictator clinging to what little vestiges of power were afforded to her via a mandate. I can almost guarantee she hates her job and everything about it, including customers like me who stand up for their Constitutional rights. She is not ready to die and unlike me, she has made no peace with death, otherwise she would not wear a talismanic binky on her face because the government tells her it will prevent a pathetically non-lethal disease.

The approach outlined above, despite its innocuousness, is a way of forcing the enemy out into the open. We have gotten to a point where showing one’s naked face in a gas station is an act of civil disobedience against the tyrannical State. By demonstrating to the petty tyrant of Thornton’s I would not be moved, she was forced to expose the weakness of her cherished mandate.

I formed a group in early 2021 on Facebook called Speakeasy Illinois to support the owners of businesses and establishments like my own Kimberly Steele Studio that do not force anyone (employees or customers) to be injected with experimental gene modifiers or to wear masks. The group grew from 2 people in February to its current 4400 members today. The army I have amassed is mostly a secret one. The attacks are subtle and quiet. Members send reports from the front lines of which stores, gyms, and offices are face-friendly and which are not. We have our own bits of dialect: “patriot” or “patriotic” means there is zero pressure to mask or vax. FD means face diaper, which is lingo for the mask.

We strike when the enemy least expects us — one of the primary rules of Speakeasy Illinois is to avoid maskturbator/vaxturbator establishments in favor of their patriotic counterparts. Our main weapon against the proto-communists is to ghost their stores and ditch their venues. Nothing scares a maskturbator who complies with government orders (hoping to trade what freedoms they have left) like an empty house. Though many of my soldiers have wanted me to help them create harassment campaigns of going into mask-insistent stores and screaming “you’d better take my money!” it’s not an approach I endorse.

Ghosting their venues works like a charm. There is a theater where I live that puts on live musicals. Their most recent stunt has been to insist that every person walking in the door shows proof of vaccination. Their strategy has gone over like a lead balloon and now they find themselves struggling to put butts in seats. To pretend that it isn’t happening, they have resorted to giving tickets away for free in order to put bodies in chairs. Despite being in a state run by a lunatic leftist emperor-governor, we have put them in a position of either stopping their vaccine nonsense or going out of business. Sadly it looks like they will choose the latter.

This is what maskturbator panic looks like

“If I do not want to engage in combat, even though I merely draw a line on the ground and defend it, he will not be able to engage me in battle because we thwart his movements.”

The line in the sand I draw and encourage my Speakeasy infantry to draw is one of politeness. No matter what the enemy spews, no matter how rabid or stupid they act, we don’t sink to their level. We hold our heads high and proud. If the maskturbator absolutely insists, we loudly say “NO SALE!” and leave the establishment, preferably with a smile. Had the ridiculous Thornton’s manager called the police on me, I would have politely stepped outside the store, waited for the police, and then handed them the cash or card to take inside to the register person. Had the police arrested me and hauled me off to jail, I would let them make an example of me in order to use the outrage to further my cause. I am always ready to strike where they are vulnerable, shifting like water to avoid the substantial and strike the vacuous.

Our members show up in stores constantly without masks, which gives us the advantage of hollowing out the enemy via amorphous psychological warfare. Courage is infectious. My members constantly report others taking off their masks because they see us doing it in public. The enemy only knows how to hate and fear. They destroy and suffer the blowback of destruction; we build and enjoy the effects of construction.

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