I just don’t see Kamala in there.  I don’t see democrat puppeteers sticking with her.  This is a formality… a sequence of getting Joe out, having him do the ethical thing by choosing his VP, then causing a reason she can’t continue.  Somehow, some way, they’re going to make Michelle come out of hiding, incensed with anger, proclaiming she didn’t want to do it at first, but now (due to recent events) feels a calling that she must do it.  Must do it for minorities, for black women everywhere.   The nation will go wild and it’s Obama 2.0.   Newsome will be her running mate.

If I’m wrong i’ll eat my post 🙂

Both sides are well aware of the fact that Americans have the attention span of a gnat.  They love to jump on the latest trends as if they’re on the cutting edge of facts.  Remember the viral photo of Zelensky and his wife?  I saw it about 100 times in one day at the beginning of the Ukraine conflict.  Where are they now?  So in 2024 it’s best to catch people pretending they know before too many facts are revealed.

Whatever they do, I pray they don’t resort to the usual ‘lone gunman’.  Everyone’s onto it.

In my high school years, I became friends with an older kid by maybe 2 or 3 years…  his name is Joe Soliz.  He played guitar in a rival band, and we started hanging out together, just jamming and trading licks in the ol’ Quad Cities in Illinois.

A brief time had passed, and the next thing I knew Joe moved to Southern California.

I, on the other hand was experiencing the effects of smoking too much weed, failing high school, no job, no girl… basically feeling like the biggest loser on the planet.  I was overweight, breaking out in my face from so much junk food, and so low in self-esteem I couldn’t take looking at myself in the mirror anymore. A re-invention was needed.  No idea how to do it, but knew something had to give.

I reached out to Joe and asked if I could come visit him for a month to see how I liked it.  He graciously agreed, so I sold my car to buy my very first plane flight to Los Angeles.  Never forget it was a prop plane that brought me those two thousand miles.  A loud flight it was!

When I arrived, he and his roommate had a kind of spare room they’d throw clothes and old towels in, and I got to sleep in there… probably on the floor.  I honestly don’t recall.  What I do recall was the taste of freedom.  The taste of California climate.  The sun, the palm trees, the girls…  I’d walk down the street in the early afternoons, always barefoot, to a place called Licorice Pizza and shuffle through all the new releases and listen to music through my new So Cal set of ears.

The first album I bought was Dixie Dregs ‘What If’.  Steve Morse’s guitar work was just incredible, and still being a fan of the band Kansas, they sounded a bit like an instrumental version.  Next was Karla Bonoff’s first record.

Both of these were playing in-store and I had to buy them immediately after hearing.  I have both copies to this day, and though the Dregs have kind of been abandoned by my musical taste as an older man, I will hold Karla’s record as a lifer.  Whenever it comes back into rotation it’s like hearing it again for the first time.

Anyway, I was enjoying California just for the sheer presence of it.  Loving beyond words a brief month I got to feel like I had no past… no definitions of who I was.  Literally soaking up and sucking up any sunshine and air I could get, I was happy to be alive for the first time in a long time.  As silly as it may sound every living thing… even a palm tree in the middle of a street median… would make me think ‘wow… that’s a California tree… it looks so different and cool’.  I was almost jealous of the tree!  That’s how much I loved it here.  That kind of feeling is absolutely priceless.

My mind started to work overtime as to how I might be able to make a go of it here.  What would I do?  Joe’s roommate played in Vegas on weekends and was always saying the casinos paid really well if you could get a gig.  So I set out to do that.  My days were spent soaking up the California dream, and the nights were spent playing guitar with Joe and talking about how we could get gigs.

One day Joe got a call from a service he belonged to called The Musician’s Contact Service.  It was a way for musicians to meet other musicians and form bands, find players etc.  On this particular evening I could hear Joe pick up the phone.  “Hi, yeah I play guitar.  What’s that?  No, no sorry man I don’t sing… but you know what?  Let me pass the phone over to a friend of mine who’s visiting.  He sings really good and can play too”.

As he passed the phone to me he whispered  ‘Jude this guy says he has a record deal but listen man, most of these people are full of shit so beware’.

I took the phone as a quick-study-street-smart imposter and said “Hi” (almost disbelieving before even giving him a chance)
The guy on the other end of the phone very nicely said “Hey! My name’s Moon and I have an album out on Capitol Records.  I’m looking for guys to be in my band for some upcoming tours.”  “So I hear you can play and sing really well?”

“Yes I can do that”

“Well, what do you sound like… or I mean, can you give me a description of your voice?”

“Hmm… let me put it this way.  I can sing anything Paul McCartney can sing, ok?”

“Haha, wow that’s pretty confident.  I guess I’ll have to hear you now!”

So to make a long story short, he sent a friend down to Anaheim to pick me up, take me to Sun Valley where he was renting a house, I auditioned for him in his living room,  then spent the next 3 years of my life on the road, traveling every city of the US and 2-3 times a year to Europe.

This was a Godsend.  I couldn’t have worked it out better if someone gave me a ‘blueprint your future kit’.  For someone like me, an untrained musician who grew up on radio and rock & roll, to get this kind of experience… let me put it this way.  I’ve heard we have angels in life, and I believe Joe Soliz was one of mine.

My life forever changed.

So the point of this very personal story? Sometimes we need to experience the edge.  We also need to put ourselves in a place where we appreciate every small thing.  Then we have to give our troubles up to God, the Universe, or whoever you happen to pray to or believe in.  We think worrying will help, but it doesn’t.  It only begets more worrying.  Miracles lie in faith, gratitude and appreciation for this life.

So next time you’re in a tight spot, know there’s a way through… and one that’s better than you could ever design yourself.

And thank you Joe Soliz, Moon Martin… and quite a few other angels that have been there along my yellow brick road.

Love, Jude

It’s fun to think outside the box we live in.

You can’t go throwing stones at Flat Earth believers just for thinking differently than you do.  For starters, what you think is ‘proof’ is NASA telling you what is fact.  Are they honest?  I don’t believe so.  To many, NASA is scientific fact, while to others now, a cult.  You can believe what you like.  I don’t find either worthy of shame for believing or not… but I would defend the point that almost all our beliefs have been taught to us, not something we eye-witnessed or experienced first hand.

Also, we’ve been lied to on such a massive scale and for so long that many like myself are re-evaluating all we’ve learned, from The Big Bang theory to Evolution … from gravity to how our bodies work, teachers, news, TV’s in general, priests, pastors, gurus, doctors & scientists…  everything!  It seems there’s agenda lurking behind every fact or opinion out there.  Nearly everyone’s on the take.  You simply have to do your own research and come to your own conclusions, and rely on instinct.

With religion, we have instincts and faith. To go preaching with authority is just so… snake oily?  You don’t know, and it would be better if you started your sermons with that disclaimer.  Faith could then be what it is,  a choice to believe. An opinion, not a fact..

Anyway, this map stirs my imagination.  As a dreamer/songwriter, I love it regardless of whether it’s fact or not.

Convinced there’s much more to Earth than we know… wondering what all these ‘They Live’ characters are doing constantly visiting Antarctica while we aren’t allowed to travel there, building bunkers, buying luxury yachts and even submarines, giant cave cities like the ones we’ve seen in Arkansas… it would make sense that there are secret society elites that know things they aren’t sharing.  Details of what’s coming and where to go to avoid the events.

Perhaps the world isn’t flat, but 100 times the size we’ve been told?

Beyond that, it would lend some logic to their willingness to destroy all that we have.  THEY have somewhere else to go.  WE have to stay here and deal.

Remember those dodge-balls back in the 70’s?  Some of them had a flat point at the top of the sphere, while it didn’t affect the shape or action of the ball.  What if Earth is like this, and the world as we know it is top center, with much land and water beyond the ice walls they call Antarctica, and multi-layered walls at that?

It’s not an original thought.  This has been a topic of discussion with antique maps, some self proclaimed eye-witness explorers, even times when men were tortured and killed for believing the Earth was round!

So maybe we are on a sphere, but the sphere has a flat point.  Maybe we’re not traveling through space at light speed spinning at 1000 mph but there are things spinning around us.  It’s a plausible argument.

And why would they lie?

When you understand the power and control they have over us at this point already, and look down the road a few decades, it becomes more of a real concept to digest.

‘Metropolis’ 1927

In the 1948 George Orwell novel ‘1984’, totalitarianism is the warning.  A lot of people have been comparing what’s happening in our world now to both this book, and another 1931 novel by Aldous Huxley titled ‘Brave New World’.

In 1984, we live in a Godless society.  Life is all for the political party.  It’s always watching, always sending messages.  To achieve it’s total control we are subjected to lives of isolation, solitude and fear of the state.

At one point in the story, the protagonist, Winston, has a pencil and a notepad but has to write so softly as not to alert the sensors that he’s actually having an original thought, or that he even owns a pencil and paper.

This seemed funny to me at the time.  I remember reading it, thinking ‘ok… this is a little farfetched’.

But, just like someone in Italy who once told me back in the 90’s we would soon be doing everything inside our cell phones, with me scratching my head wondering how in the world that could ever come to pass, these out-of-focus notions have a way of un-blurring pixel by pixel with each passing day.  Eventually we have an ‘aha’ moment where we see it.  The problem is, by then it’s too late.

Remember when the internet became a thing you had to have?  AOL and all that…  It took a 14.4 modem, and you had to pay by the minute just like the old-timey phone calls.  I remember in 1996 getting my first AOL bill for 225.00 for the month!  The next month was similar, until I just accepted it as part of life having internet and a new Mac Performa.

But it was the wild west of a digital world.  You were free to say what you wanted, go where you wanted, and with each new week more information was available at our fingertips.  Oh yes, it took some discernment and cross-referencing to find out if what we were reading had any truth to it… but the research was ours to pursue as we chose.

The biggest selling point of the internet- it’s educational and it’s fun!  Look at this hysterical video!  Check out this photo of a guy in Walmart!  Did you know the pyramid of Giza had numbers significant to the universe?  That can’t be a coincidence.  The Incas, Mayans and Egyptians knew something!

The words ‘viral’ and ‘trending’ became part of our culture.  Laughing at others rose to a new level.  Cyber-bullying became a real thing in chat rooms.  Acceptance and humiliation became a carrot & stick of conforming how we thought to the way we publicly shared our views.  ‘Virtue signaling’ became another word for ‘politically correct’.  Translation?  You’re full of shit, but i’m going to ‘like’ this anyway.

Very much like Napster, they use this as a reason they ‘must control’ the environment.

So, ultimately here we are.  We’re afraid to call someone a man or a woman.  We’re afraid to say anything about any government, unless that government has been approved by the totalitarian power as permissible to criticize i.e. Russia, North Korea and Iran.  We don’t want to dress out of step, speak out of step or even think out of step.

We think we’re thinking originally, but in most cases our thoughts align perfectly with the state.  To speak otherwise is a fate most of us could never publicly handle… to be shamed, ridiculed, doxxed, fired and potentially killed for our thought crimes.

So now it’s 2024 and in rolls AI.  Stocks go wild.

And it’s fun!  Look, I can ask it anything and it gives me the answer in milliseconds.  Check out this drawing it created!  Hear this new, never written Beatles song!

And while we’re having fun with AI’s magic tricks, our eyes are not on the ball of what it’s actual mission is. The ubiquitous screen in 1984, sending constant messages to conform and never step out of the state’s groupthink.  Monitoring our keystrokes, our words, or beliefs…

AI is the sensor that will detect a pencil on a notepad suggesting you might be having your own original thought.

AI will hear everything, see everything.  Every apartment or cubicle we’re allowed to live in will have this ‘internet of things’ literally everywhere.  It will meld and sculpt us all into the exact slave it desires, extracting God and spirit from each and every one of us.  All in the name of convenience and fun.

One day we’re having a private conversation in our cars about some conspiracy that’s probably true, and the next minute the car pulls itself over to the side of the road, doors lock, and we wait for a Chinese style government to arrive and take us to a re-education camp for alignment.  3 strikes and we are expunged.

Please think about what you support.  It’s hard.  We have to support our families.  We work for a company that’s owned by a bigger company and so we just can’t go voicing our free opinions.  I get that.  So start with cash.  When a place of business says ‘sorry we don’t accept cash’… let this be the last time you shop there.

Support things that support human life.  Freedom of speech.  Freedom of thought.  We’re literally about to lose it all.  And the irony of it is, so are they. But they don’t care.  I won’t share the “scorpion and frog” joke, but you can look it up if you haven’t heard it before.  Killing themselves doesn’t really figure.  They’re already dead.

Waking up to how the world really works, which is impossible unless you’re ‘in the club’… but to the matrix in which we live anyway, is really a stepladder that starts way down in a deep hole.

The phenomenon in western culture is, when we’ve at some point worked our way up to the first rung of the ladder, we look around at others who don’t see what we see and shout ‘WAKE UP!’ at the top of our lungs… and it’s the first rung.

Similar to Hollywood b-listers who want to share their horror stories (in a new book of course) of addiction to help save us… while a year later they’re back in rehab.  We’re monkeys.  We need to show-and-tell everything.

After 17 years of searching for some semblance of truth to life on earth, the awakening process has left me humbled with almost no one to talk to about it.  It’s not a democrat vs. republican thing.  It may be a Luciferian vs. rest-of-world thing, but hard to know.  One thing I can tell you is that they believe wholeheartedly in Lucifer and feel no shame in symbolizing it in nearly every photo, video or event possible.

This grid we’re on with it’s cities, financial structure and news narratives didn’t just happen through ingenuity and hard work.  The news doesn’t uncover some truth or crime, then innocently rush to the studio and put it on air to inform us.

Laws of conspiracy or even responsibility don’t apply to behemoth companies like DuPont who’ve poisoned lakes, rivers, streams… killing and/or maiming hundreds of thousands.  No, instead they’re out there preaching to us to throw away the straws and beware of white Christian nationalists.

I recall people comparing the film The Truman Show to real life, and thinking that was funny but preposterous. Now, I don’t think the film went far enough.

One clue I’ve learned is, those who are the loudest, angriest, most self-righteous about some news-of-the-day distraction are either in the club, paying homage to the club, or the farthest down in the hole.  The awake process humbles, like trying to make it out of a pitch black, rat infested New York tunnel in the middle of  an apocalypse.

I remember this joke in the pre-PC days of the ’70’s… one they called a ‘polack joke’.  I didn’t invent this term, but it was widely used.  My sincere apologies to any Polish people out there… it’s just the way it was 🙂

So a ‘man’ gets stopped by a police officer.  The police officer, realizing the man’s a (of Polish descent) pulls him out of the car, takes a piece of chalk, draws a circle on the sidewalk and demands the man stand in the circle and not move.  While the man is standing in the circle, the policeman takes a baseball bat and starts beating his car.  He puts a huge dent in the front door and smashes the side-mirror.  He looks over to the man and sees him giggling.  “What a moron”, thinks the policeman.  He then proceeds to put a giant dent in his hood, smash both headlights, then bends his antenna beyond repair.  Again he looks over at the man, and this time he’s cracking up.  Both puzzled and frustrated, the policeman commits to finishing the job.  He smashes the windshield, beats every panel of the body and throws the bat to the ground.  At this point the man is literally rolling on the ground in tears of laughter.  The cop’s had enough.  He walks up to the man and screams ‘what the hell is wrong with you, i’ve just ruined your car you idiot!  What’s so funny!?’  The man manages to compose himself finally and responds, ‘I know, but I stepped out of the circle 3 times while you weren’t looking!’.

This is the new world order.  They are rolling on the ground laughing at all the lies we buy.  They never tire of it.  You’d think by now with all the money, key resources, valuable land and property, war machine, agencies, freedoms… at this point you’d think they’d have gotten bored.  But they’re not.  They’re dying of laughter like the man in the circle.  Good for you NWO, good for you!

Remember, one giveaway you haven’t reached the first rung is allowing a Morning Joe & Mika or a Sean Hannity to make you fighting mad with some cosmetic, superficial distraction.  The other giveaway is laughing at half the country as though you’re smarter, because Jon Oliver or Jimmy Kimmel has worked the NWO agenda into a monologue or joke.  I’d give you the same example of a conservative late-night host, but there aren’t any.

But if there were, it’d be the same … screams of laughter from deep in the hole.  Do your research and don’t google it.  And look to the stories beyond the first 50 to 100.  Then use cross-referencing and your own logic, common sense and discernment to evaluate what’s actually going on.

Peace (which is probably a psyop itself)
Jude