I’ve been reminiscing about San Francisco’s Chinatown. The old men sitting in doorways wearing tasseled silk caps and brightly patterned kimono pants and tops. Some of them would have a long curled little fingernail on one hand, growing in a two-inch spiral. Such an unexpected sight, you couldn’t help but stare. I have a romanticized memory of the city because I haven’t been there in so long. Visiting again is on my vague list of “things to do at some point.” But when I see current photos of the homeless tent cities, the filthy streets, the gloomy alleyways and tenements, I’m not so sure I want to bother. Cherished experiences can’t be replicated. The tiny deli where I used to get real New York style bagels before French class at the Alliance Française has probably been converted to a Starbucks. Read More…

If I were writing the story we’re in, people wouldn’t be dying or getting sick because of an injection they believed was necessary for their health. There wouldn’t be this epidemic of vaccine injuries and deaths. Such people would’ve gotten the memo with asterisks next to all of the pharmaceutical company claims about Covid vaccines’ purported efficacy, safety, and necessity. Something like, don’t take that stuff, it doesn’t do what they say, and it does things they don’t say. If only that memo had been lavishly disseminated for all to see! Everyone would know not to take the vaccines and would instead be aware of the facts being whisked away behind the smokescreen of mainstream media and governmental authorities. Read More…

Now here’s a disturbing thought. What if humanity being brought to its knees, as some commentators so colorfully phrase it, is partly in aid of us learning how to accept help? Or even recognize that we need help, and that help is available, never mind actually asking for it. Assistance can be found first and foremost, I believe, from within our own infinite selves. Those many higher dimensional selves of which we are the physical expression at the moment, as described by, for example, Alex Collier.
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If you are depressed you are living in the past. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present. ~ Lao Tzu
Th above quote from today’s calendar struck home for me. Depression indicates living in the past; anxiety is all about the future. Feeling peaceful means I’m living in the present. Not surprisingly, since I believe in synchronicity, a Golden Age of Gaia forum member posted this morning about peace. Read More…

I’ve never considered myself particularly to be a Patriot. Sure, singing the Star-Spangled Banner or God Bless America can bring a tear to my eye and a lump to my throat. But a Patriot with a capital P? Not on my radar. Until now. The other day I was thinking the usual gloomy thoughts about how we’re all going to be taken over by Communist China if Joe Biden stays in power, even though his “election win” was fraudulently and criminally achieved… And suddenly, the thought of the Constitution pops into my head. If the Constitution stands, we stand. An illegal president doesn’t have a chance against righteous, lawful Americans, with the Constitution at our backs. Read More…