DIRTYBENNY WRITES

 

As of late, I have had many extremely emotionally intense dreams meeting "dead" relatives.  In these dreams, I am me with my current age and mindset.  I talk with them and reference past common experiences that are important to me.  They have not attempted to coerce my behaviour or mindset.  In many respects  they are images that reflect to me their role in my life. I can communicate this appreciation to them, enabling a better understanding of myself.    I am finding it easier and easier to slip into DREAMWORLD, which is my sole evidence for there being something more than our physical bodily existence.

 

One of the most bizarre elements of the 2020 ritual was the appearance of hundreds of videos of dancing nurses.  My working model is that this was ritual magic done by AI.  We must never forget what happened in 2020.  It is key to understanding the nature of this place and our future.  https://dirtybennywrites.blogspot.com/2024/03/basalt-biochar-and-dancing-nurses.html

I very much agree with Matt on this one.  I have referred to them as a HIVE for years as they act in unison towards a common goal.  I am also not a fan of secret societies as an explanation for the happenings in this realm.

This place feeds on our attention.  It doesn't  matter if it is the NFL, the news, pizza recipes, gardening, band interviews or the latest piano lesson.  It will badger you using many techniques of fear, work ethic, interest, etc to keep you engaged.   Why are there hundreds of variety of bean seeds says Jack?  Why are there hundreds of varieties of cucumber seeds?  Fertilizer? Watering techniques? Preservation techniques?  Who needs more than 75 varieties of basil?  This time of year, the amateur gardener is blasted with seed catalogs and videos to push him to engage.  I am pushing myself to get less and less "done" on a daily basis, instead choosing to look out the window and reflect on all that I have been through.   

Definitely sounds like Springsteen / AI wrote this one...horrendous T hrough the winter’s ice and cold Down Nicollet Avenue A city aflame fought fire and ice ‘Neath an occupier’s boots King Trump’s private army from the DHS Guns belted to their coats Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law Or so their story goes Against smoke and rubber bullets By the dawn’s early light Citizens stood for justice Their voices ringing through the night And there were bloody footprints Where mercy should have stood And two dead left to die on snow-filled streets Alex Pretti and Renee Good Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice Singing through the bloody mist We’ll take our stand for this land And the stranger in our midst Here in our home they killed and roamed In the winter of ’26 We’ll remember the names of those who died On the streets of Minneapolis Trump’s federal thugs beat up on His face and his chest Then we heard the gunshots And Alex Pretti lay in the snow, dead Their claim was self defense, sir ...

I have read about Project Looking Glass in the past.  Anything that has PROJECT in front of it makes me very skeptical,  nonetheless, it's a fascinating story.  The Paranormal Scholar does a deeper dive....