Biorhythms: The Invisible Score of Our Lives

Have you ever noticed how, when you're bursting with energy, the person closest to you is often feeling drained? When the other person is in a good mood, you’re the one who’s irritable. And when you’re thinking clearly, the other person seems confused. As if these phases of misalignment were being sustained by recurring energy patterns.

This is where the study of biological clocks, or biorhythms, comes in. These are a set of three regular cycles, calculated from our date of birth. The first, lasting 23 days, is said to affect our physical vitality; the second, lasting 28 days, our moods and emotions; and finally, the third, lasting 33 days, our mental state and communication.

These cycles are reminiscent of those of the Sun, Moon and Mercury, respectively, which are thought to have a similar influence in astrology.

Biorhythms are represented as sinusoidal waves, with optimal phases (peaks), depressive phases (troughs), or critical phases when the curve reaches the baseline (or zero point).

The point here is not to debate the scientific reality of these cycles or their validity, since anyone can observe them and judge for themselves. The real question would be: if these cycles are natural, what purpose do these intermittent shifts serve — both individually and collectively?

And what if, like astrological birth charts, these biological rhythms were in fact determined by matrix programming? A way of keeping us  within predictable fluctuations, limiting our peaks, and above all... preventing us from being too often in sync with others.

Picture a sound wave. Sound engineers often use a peak-limiting system, called a limiter, to keep the volume within a controlled range.

What if biorhythms played exactly that role for us?

Invisible limiters that prevent our peaks of energy, emotion or intellectual clarity from lasting too long.

Even more subtly: when two (or more) sound waves meet, if they are in phase, they combine, amplifying the volume and the power. But if they are out of phase, they partially cancel each other out, reducing the momentum.

What if the matrix were constantly engineering this misalignment?

When you’re high, the other person is low. When the other person is clear, you’re the one who’s confused. When you want to move, the other person has no energy. As a result, you’re never really in sync. There’s always a bit of friction.

And what does this friction produce? The infamous loosh, the emotional energy that feeds the system.

In this sense, biorhythms would not only be individual curves. They would also serve to shape our relationships, encounters, and conflicts.

Two people who are rarely in sync generate far more tension — and therefore much more energy that can be harvested by the matrix.

As if we were all connected to an invisible score, ensuring that harmony remains rare and dissonance is the rule.

So, the next time you feel this disconnection with someone close to you, instead of accepting it as an inevitable, pseudo-natural phenomenon against which you are powerless, ask yourself what would happen if you refused to play along and reclaimed your own frequency.

Because even if these cycles do exist, the greatest power still lies with you: the power to choose not to believe in them, and to consciously realign yourself with your axis.

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The Increase in Left-Right Polarisation in the Wake of the Charlie Kirk Shooting

What’s REALLY going on while ‘Right’ is pitched against ‘Left’? pic.twitter.com/z2rb5yGhdK

— David Icke (@davidicke) September 18, 2025

Hello!

I just want to say a few things about current events and current happenings because I see people getting caught in a pincer movement which is pitching left against right. It's gathered massive pace since the shooting of Charlie Kirk and I'm looking on agape at how people are falling for it. In some cases people who should know better.

Because once upon a time, in the wake of COVID and before, the alternative media kind of understood that we live in one party state. And as they used to say in America, when I was traveling there a lot, in the 1990s, “it doesn't matter who you vote for because the government still gets in.” And that seems to have been forgotten in this frenzy of pitching right against left. And I just want to offer the benefit of 35-36 years of investigating and researching this.

There is another level, which, if we don't understand, we will never get the picture. And that other level is what I call the global cult.

It's a global network of secret societies fiercely compartmentalised, so even most of the people in the secret societies don't know the real big picture. Only the inner core does. It's all compartmentalised right down the system. And this cult has an agenda to create a global dystopia, which involves the fusing of the human mind, brain, body with artificial intelligence. So artificial intelligence becomes the human mind. And therefore it becomes possible to create a hive mind in which people's thoughts and emotional responses are fed to them. And all these AI oligarchs, Musk, Andreessen and Teal and Sam Altman, Larry Ellison... they're pushing the world towards this.

And as I said before the Trump regime came in, he's being brought in to target that area, that mentality which became known as the MAGA – that was pushing back on this artificial intelligence dystopia; was pushing back on the destruction of freedom of speech and all these other impositions, digital ideas, etc. And this level (this cult level) works through both the left and the right – and the bloody center, come to that – to push this agenda forward.

And how it works is when the left are in power, they target freedom of speech. We've seen this with the whole woke mentality: if you don't use the right  pronouns, you get fired. And so many excuses were used and are still being used in areas where the left is in power to destroy freedom of speech and freedom of expression, freedom of opinion.

So then you bring in… because people – and this is the targeting of the the so-called right or the MAGA – they don't want that. But you still got to bring them in to the arena of supporting the destruction of freedom of speech.

And so what you do is you have people like Trump and these other people, Vance, and Musk, all of them, and they stand up: “Oh, we stand for freedom of speech! We've got to stop this wokery.” And the people that don't want the wokery and the destruction of freedom of speech, under that justification, vote for them. And they get in. And then, once they get in, they start being increasingly a mirror of that using different excuses.

So now we have a situation in which the right, in the form of Pam Bondi, the attorney general in the United States – a Trump clone – is using the very term 'hate speech' that they used and they opposed.

We're seeing people like Alex Jones (my god ,what's happened to this guy?) who is promoting this agenda using things like accusing the left in the wake of the Charlie Kirk shooting, describing them as domestic terrorists. Now this is the same Alex Jones and the MAGA that were condemning the left dubbing the right, when they were in power, as 'domestic terrorists'.

And so we now have this fusion, 'dialogogy and dialectic' they call it, where you have the synthesis of two apparently opposing ideologies that now start to agree on the same ground. So when the left's in power, they use excuses to destroy freedom of speech. Now when the right's in power, they use different excuses to destroy freedom of speech using the very same terms like 'hate speech' and 'domestic terrorists'. 

It's a psychological game. It's a psyop on both left and right. And if we don't see this other level that works through both, then we are going to go on fighting each other while this level advances its agenda unchallenged.

Why do you think that Elon Musk suddenly appears at a rally, demanding freedom of speech, tells people to fight – gotta fight? Why are we having the same outcome, no matter left, no matter right, because they are both polarities of THAT. They are both pawns of THAT.

And that level is what we must not only understand, but we must focus upon and ask why.

Now, one of the great servants, one of the great agencies, vehicles for THAT, is the government and intelligence, military networks operating out of Israel. Not Jewish people in general, that level that runs Israel. This is why it operates in the United States. 

More and more people including Charlie Kirk were starting to see that, the massive influence it has. 

It has massive influence in Britain through people like Starmer; massive influence in other countries around the world in a covert way. And it's doing the bidding of that level. 

And so, when you look at things like the Charlie Kirk shooting, (appalling by the way, there's very little that he said that I agreed with, but you certainly don't respond to it like that),  but there are those immediately... What you can see, when one of these horrible events happens, be it 9/11, be it whatever, you have a story that is given to you immediately. That's why on 9/11, within minutes of it happening, the name of Osama bin Laden was introduced. Because  that was where they wanted to push you.

And if you notice, whether it's the assassination of  President Kennedy, of Bobby Kennedy, of Martin Luther King, whether it's 9/11, whether it's the invasion of Irak on weapons of mass destruction as an excuse, what you find is that the initial story or given is never the true story that comes out later. And so when I'm looking at this Charlie Kirk situation from that level, I'm looking immediately:  “What is the story they want us to believe?”

And immediately, the story appears with the MAGA media pushing it that it's the left. And so what you have then is a reaction against the left by the right: Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! End of free speech. “We support not having free speech anymore.” That level is pissing itself with laughter at the naivety that it has instigated.

And then there's others come along and say: “Oh no, it was Israel because he was pushing back against Israel and that would have been a nightmare for Israel if if he'd have brought the Christian Zionists along with it.” But when you look at that level, well, both can be true and other possibilities can be true because what they want you doing is focusing on what they tell you is the perpetrator.

I can't say, at this moment for sure, whether Tyler Robinson did it or didn't, or it's a patsy, or was under mind control... I can't say that. There's a lot more research that needs doing before we can come to conclusions like that. But what's happening is that it's being pushed.

You've got ludicrous FBI story... The FBI, by the way, that serves that level through the generations. I mean, think J. Edgar Hoover for a start. And it's been telling you stories about these massive events like 9/11 etc. And they invariably turn out not to be true. They've even been exposed again and again for using their agents and operatives to set up and a terrorist attack and then move in to stop it and claim credit for it when they set it up. This is the FBI that's telling you the story of Charlie Kirk's shooting.

One thing you know about the FBI and these other people – like the alcohol, tobacco and firearms organisations, the NSA, the CIA, all of them, MI5, MI6 – is whatever story they're telling you suits that level and ain't for you to tell you the truth.

So you can have people... and I'm not relating this to the Charlie Kirk shooting because I don't know yet, there is more research to do, but I'm using it as a a blueprint for  how it's done. You can have the front of the spear as the person that's focused upon, the person who does it if you like, but then you've got to start working back through all these different levels to find the people that actually orchestrated the firing of the spear, the arrow. And in that way, you can have someone of the left or someone of the right carrying something out, but if you go back through the smoke and mirrors and into the shadows, you'll find who actually orchestrated it and made it happen.

And all that is what the alternative media should be doing, but largely is not in its algorithmically-promoted central core that's taken over the alternative media since COVID. And it's about time they bloody started and stopped being hacks and propagandists for the system. Because Trump's as much as part of the system as Biden was and Obama was because they're puppets of THAT.

I'm sitting here after... what 35/36 years – 1990 I started out of seeing all this unfold and seeing the patterns of how it's done and I'm looking on with shaking bloody head at how easy it has been for THAT to play the string section of what claims to be the alternative media. Now, there are some good people, some intelligent people, who are seeing it, who are doing it the old way by understanding how the game works. But there is the central core that gets all the numbers and the algorithmic support is playing the game of THAT on a scale that's beggar's belief. It's got to stop and if it doesn't stop, then we need to call it out, which I'm doing.

So that's just a few thoughts on the situation we're in. What they want is a civil war not just in America, not just in the United Kingdom, but around the world, so that we're so busy fighting each other that we leave that level alone to go about its business of imposing dystopia.

And remember this, as I'm speaking here, Trump's in London meeting the bloody king and Starmer. Appropriate, really. And in America, they're using the excuses of the left to impose blocks and deletion of freedom of speech. In Britain, we have a government, that claims to be left, that is using – and has done since it came to power – to excuse their destruction of freedom of speech basically the right.

It's exactly what I'm saying: when the right's in power it targets the left to destroy freedom of speech. When the left's in power it targets the right to justify freedom of speech.

Come on people, let's wake the hell up while we still can because we're being played !

Well, many people are and it should end. And it should end NOW! Because if we don't see it, It's going to be played off against each other until dystopia rules completely.

Transcribed by EY@EL
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Never

Here is a new counter-earworm (or anti-song) designed to vibrationally reverse the matrix programming loops that constantly replay in our simulated experience.

Who hasn’t been caught in a toxic pattern in this predatory world, built on suffering as one of its fundamental pillars? As long as we persuade ourselves (or let ourselves be persuaded) that we are responsible for human baseness — skillfully orchestrated by the astral — this algorithmic cycle will keep repeating endlessly.

But sometimes, suffering and disillusionment reach such intensity that a saturated soul refuses to perform this deadly role once more. That’s when everything can finally change.

The ray of the Spirit exposes these repetitive patterns and burns them away — provided the person no longer allows parasitic thoughts (which are not their own) to invade their mental space. Provided also that they stop feeding, with their vital energy, the emotions triggered by those same thoughts or beliefs. Then, they move from perception — where they project themselves into what does not belong to them — to perspective, from where they can observe with neutrality, detachment, and lucidity, and choose to act strategically rather than reactively.

You don’t play chess the way you play football: imagine Karpov headbutting Kasparov in the middle of a game! And remember: in the end, all the pieces — kings and pawns alike — go back into the box.

As with my previous anti-songs (“Au nom du Père” and “Âme mnésique”), "Jamais" was generated by AI from my original lyrics, remixed with my limited resources, and brought to life with computer-generated imagery in a music video I designed myself. It was a long process, because contrary to what many may think, AI doesn’t do everything with a single click: it requires testing, adjusting, retouching, assembling — and a lot of time. Please excuse the technical limitations: the quality doesn’t reflect the message, but only the free versions of the tools I had to work with.

"Jamais" is not a complaint — it’s the closing of a loop. A clear refusal to replay the same patterns. It’s also a way of vibrationally recycling wounds into creativity.

Let go of your excess baggage, not of your vital energy!

Jamais

You, the friend who betrayed me
The false innocence of your denial
The true malice of your envy
Oh oh oh

For too long, you have fed
On my wounds
So often, you have taken
What brings reassurance

Made my emotions a lever
And my voice your shield
Never ever…
Never taking the risk
Never showing your true face
Never…
Oh never…
Oh oh oh oh
Never again

You, the friend who defiled me
The shrill silence of your unspoken words
The muffled indecency of your contempt
Oh oh oh

I had to fight your battles
In your place
Always had to seal your cracks
In the mirror

Become the echo of your gossip
The counterweight to your ego
Never ever…
Never taking the risk
Never exposing yourself
Never…
Oh never…
Oh oh oh oh
Never again

But the ray of the Spirit
Dispels the mists
Pierces through the night
Dissolves the bitterness
Of dormant memories 
Rekindled by the light

Tears away the veils
Of fear and resentment
Its burning ardour
Troubles the astral
Eclipses the stars
Pain, and misfortune

You, the friend who betrayed me
The false innocence of your denial
The true malice of your envy
Oh oh oh

For too long, you have fed
On my wounds
So often, you have taken
What brings reassurance

Made my emotions a lever
And my voice your shield
Never ever…
Never taking the risk
Never showing your true face
Never…
Oh never…
Oh oh oh oh
Never again

Become the echo of your gossip
The counterweight to your ego
Never ever…
Never tainting your image
Never exposing yourself
Never…
Oh never…
Oh oh oh oh
Never again

Never again…

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Crime Time

Genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains.

A Study in Scarlet, Arthur Conan Doyle (1887)

Back from the land of Uncle Charley, let's make a quick stop in my former adopted country — more specifically in London, at 221B Baker Street, home of the most famous fictional detective of all time. The very same detective who, as suggested by the 9 of Diamonds this month, invites us to be patient and persistent in spite of obstacles and challenges. It also heralds the end of a cycle (represented by a coffin in the Lenormand oracle) and the beginning of a new phase.

Private Eye vs Blind Justice

It is often wrongly assumed that Sherlock Holmes, the legendary character created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in 1887, was the first and original literary detective. Actually that title is held by Auguste Dupin, penned by Edgar Allan Poe in 1841 (in The Murders in the Rue Morgue). The following year saw the release of The Mysteries of Paris by Eugène Sue, in which crime investigation intertwines with the social background, and where the sleuth roams the filthy alleys of the city in an effort to restore justice.

Two opposing archetypes: the cerebral detective introduced by Poe as a logically-minded parlour investigator versus the ‘action’ investigator portrayed by Sue, immersed in the social fabric and the underworld, driven by some humanitarian or moral cause. One of them looks at clues from a rational perspective, while the other digs into the dirt of people's lives.

Poe's character inspired Inspector Lecoq (in The Lerouge Case) by Émile Gaboriau, the ‘father of detective fiction’ who, in turn, influenced Conan Doyle in the creation of Sherlock Holmes.

But if these fictional detectives managed to captivate generations of readers, it is above all because they borrowed from their flesh-and-blood counterparts who, in ‘real’ life, helped solve some of the greatest crimes in human history.

One of them is Eugène François Vidocq, often regarded as the first private eye in history (1833), followed by Allan Pinkerton, who started the first private investigation agency in the US (1850), and William John Burns, known as the ‘American Sherlock Holmes.’

The Hound and the Wolf

But what happens when the detective encounters his perfect opposite? When the bloodhound of the system, with his infallible flair and relentless logic, meets the elusive wolf with his ever-changing mask, acting only on instinct and playing with the law to better circumvent it? This is where Arsène Lupin, Maurice Leblanc's gentleman thief, steps in. Leblanc, whose pen occasionally challenged Conan Doyle's to the extent of reinventing Holmes as Herlock Sholmes (for legal reasons) for a memorable literary duel.

They measured each other with their eyes, now open enemies, avowed and quivering. Lupin, a little irritated, went on: “Several times, sir, I have met you on my way. That is several times too many; and I am tired of wasting my time in foiling the traps which you set for me."

The Blonde Lady, Maurice Leblanc (1908)

Their confrontation continued over time: four years after their first encounter, Lupin provoked the British detective in the press and burgled a hotel despite the presence of the latter, who nevertheless managed to recover the stolen items. Their clash highlights the incompatibility of their methods: faced with Sholmes/Holmes' deduction and relentless logic, Lupin relies entirely on his intuition and improvisational skills. With his casual attitude towards facts, he outsmarts his careful yet rigid analysis.

The dog's nose, however long, points in one direction at a time.

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Thus, in Leblanc's stories, the English detective is always defeated in the end, not by violence, but by imagination, bravado, and elegant plot twists. Lupin symbolises vivacity of mind, adaptability, and cunning counter-power against rigid order.

A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.

Henriette Tiarks

He embodies the art of free trickery, the proverbial ‘side step’ of someone who moves their pieces around the game board, while Holmes just keeps feeding the loop without ever stepping out of line.

Murder Party

And when it comes to flair and intuition, what could be more natural than extending from literary duels to other playing fields? For whether in fiction or games, crime always follows the same set of rules: a murderer, a motive, and a weapon. Now the next step was to turn it into global entertainment.

So in 1949, nearly half a century later, was created the legendary Cluedo (a play on 'clue' and 'ludo', the Latin word for 'I play'). In the famous British murder mystery game — which has been adapted into a variety of formats (a film, television shows, video games, fiction and non-fiction books, escape games, etc.), the object is to determine who murdered the game's victim, where the crime took place, and which weapon was used.

You see, but you do not observe.

A Scandal in Bohemia, Arthur Conan Doyle (1891)

Nowadays, in an increasingly Orwellian society, the pervasiveness of the figure of the unfailing detective is hardly a surprise. The reason is that the matrix needs to perpetuate the classic narratives of good and evil. For the system, it is not a matter of morality but of survival. And whenever the polarity is reversed, it's all about either redemption or corruption.

It doesn't matter which 'side' you're on, as long as you don't break out of the cycle. Indeed, what would happen if, instead of turning the wheel, the guinea pigs decided to step aside and observe it? 

What do you think they might discover?

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My ‘new’ religion

David Icke has always been lucid in exposing the pitfalls of religion, karma and astral reincarnation. But on occasion, his wording creates confusion that I feel is important to rectify.

First of all, like many others (and as I myself had wrongly assumed for so long), he portrays the soul as an eternal essence, whereas it is more of an energetic structure composed of accumulated memories. In fact, he fails to make the crucial distinction between the unique soul core, which preserves the original main memory, and the interchangeable planetary soul, which stores read-only memory, like a floppy disk (or USB stick). The latter is artificial, programmed to exist within this matrix — and to believe in it. Without its spirit (which resides on the source plane), the soul is left without direction. Without its soul, the spirit is deprived of memory and interface. And unlike the nonsense circulating about free will ‘down here’, no original soul ever chose this disconnection imposed by the Archons.

Furthermore, when mentioning the ‘divine’ Source, Icke introduces cognitive dissonance and a polarisation implying an origin and a creator encompassing all beings. No, we are not all one! These concepts are nothing more than matrix fabrications, mirroring their designers who have voluntarily cut themselves off from the original plane. The Source has become an overused term and was never created. It refers to the originating point, a supreme reservoir of information (light) and a place of elevated perfection.

Finally, as for escaping the Matrix, it is not enough to turn away from the ‘tunnel of light’ as he and so many others suggest (and as I myself may have wanted to believe). Exiting is much more complex and requires more than a simple reflex at the moment of extinction. Reducing the process of liberation to this refusal is a dangerously simplistic illusion.

Icke therefore deserves credit for pointing out the setting, but he stops short of the real way out.

Ey@el

You pays your money and you takes your choice: One life and judgement for eternity or the constant return into matter with your memory wiped so you can learn what you have already learned, but don’t remember learning. I say ‘choice’. It ain’t much of one is it? Put it all together and there are many common factors. 

There is judgement by a superior force or being which is divine in nature; and either one-life judgement for eternity or reincarnation to pay back karma. Religions are designed by Astral entities to hide the truth that there is nothing divine about the ‘god’ or ‘gods’ involved, and that it’s all set up as a gigantic trap to feed off your ‘physical’ and emotional suffering. Reasons for your suffering are kindly provided by the same god and gods. What synchronicity. I don’t believe in any religion. 

If I did I would start one along the following lines: My religion would recognise that we are all expressions of an Infinite Source from which we are systematically and consciously disconnected by a fake ‘god’ and its AI minions in a simulated reality constructed purely for perceptual deceit in pursuit of loosh. The aim of my religion would not be the worship of some deity or entity, but to so detach ourselves from the illusions of the fake reality, in matter and Astral, that we return from whence we came – Infinity. There would not be one incarnation or multiple incarnations.

My religion would aim for no incarnations. I could call it the Exit Religion, a shortened version of its longer title, the Let’s Get the Fuck Out of Here Religion. There would be no gimmes. The ‘faith’ would be Question Everything. We don’t actually need a religion to do this, nor do we require an organised ‘movement’ with ‘leaders’. Perish the thought with that one. We need an individual relationship with reality and consciousness that will naturally bring the like-minded together through a shared frequency from a shared foundation perception of We Are Infinite and We Are One. The first signs of a stirring are beginning to happen as I see the reincarnation trap being discussed more than ever before, but we have to awaken quickly with AI closing in.

We are faced for now with mass hypnosis to believe in a fake reality that is really a simulated perceptual jail cell. The reincarnation cycle of ongoing control will survive while belief in The Dream continues. 

Some are waking up to the political, financial and World Economic Forum level of the human control agenda, others to the depths of AI infiltration. These are, however, symptoms of control. They are not the origin which lies in the Astral with the Archontic Yaldabaoth network of reality manipulation which depends for its entire existence on entrapped consciousness believing that its experienced reality is real – be that in matter or the ‘spirit world’. 

Those in human form are prisoners of their senses – sight, sound, smell, touch and taste. Why would that not be the case? The biological body computer is constantly decoding information from a wave state into electrical, digital and holographic information which is telling us that we live in a solid, physical, world. This is a mighty challenge to overcome when the illusion is presenting us with that reality every waking moment; but it can be done.

Heading for the exits

The first stage I suggest that underpins all other stages is to dramatically transform our self-identity. The body program, or Astral AI Mind, leads understandably to identification with the body. People define themselves by their human labels of man, woman, gay, straight, trans, race, religion, culture, income, class. Identification with the body locks you even more comprehensively into body-only awareness. Your focus of attention becomes body awareness and the five senses. What you see and experience and what you believe yourself to be are fused into one perceptual unit. You are in the world and of it which is the plight of most consciousness in human form as seen with the dominance of the brain’s left hemisphere. 

To withdraw from this imbalance requires another sense of identity – that of being a unique Divine Spark and formless expression of Infinite Awareness. It’s a self-identity that we are pure awareness, a state of being aware, and not perceptually attached to any form. Body personality is not us – not the Infinite ‘I’ – but a brief experience that an infinitesimal fraction of Infinite us is having. This is not to say that we ignore the body; only that we perceive it for what it is – a vehicle for experience and control. 

We bring into conscious awareness that the body senses are feeding us a fake reality which seeks to dictate perception. We recognise that the ‘physical world’ is illusory and is really an information wavefield construct that the body is decoding into what only appears to be the ‘physical world’. The Dream becomes conscious. Most human responses are unconscious (subconscious) in that they originate in the Astral body, or ‘soul’, and through the Astral AI Mind program driving perceptions and actions subconsciously. To bring the unconscious into conscious awareness is incredibly powerful and a game-changer. 

Subliminal means ‘below threshold’ and subliminal advertising speaks to the subconscious below the threshold of conscious awareness. Thoughts and perceptions planted this way in the subconscious filter through to the conscious. People take these to be their own thoughts and responses when they were covertly implanted. Show someone an image with a subliminal implant and they almost certainly won’t see it. Show them where it is and every time they see that image from then on the subliminal insert is the first thing they see. 

The unconscious has been made conscious. A dream loses its power over your thoughts and emotions when you know it’s a dream. Everyone has experienced how ‘normal’ dreams impact on your emotions and you can wake up in a sweat to say ‘I’ve had a nightmare’. Dreams that you know are dreams, also called lucid dreams, have no such effect. You become the unattached observer. The principle is the same with our reality. The Dream loses its control over you when you know it’s The Dream.

Make something conscious and you dilute the impact. Are you going to be manipulated by someone trying to sell you something when you are well aware that they are trying to manipulate you? You ain’t buying whatever they are selling. A manipulator has no power when you are aware of the manipulation. You don’t blindly accept that your behaviour responses are necessarily yours if you are aware that Astral entities can seek to attach to you and influence your behaviour. You can stop and reassess. 

Is this really coming from me? Is this what I would normally do? Or is there another influence at work? Such reflection can make you stop before you act by taking a breath and asking the question. In the same way, illusions only control you when you think they are real. 

The antidote is to be constantly aware of the simulated illusion while being equally aware that you, the True I, are consciousness and not a human body, Astral body, none of it. They are vehicles and traps. You are the ultimate freedom as an expression of the Infinite.

Original text by David Icke from The Dream (isbn:9781838415334)

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A Quiche, Not a Tart

Right before September kicks off, here's a cheer-up gluten-free vegan quiche recipe of my own design. It's super quick to make and I didn't expect it would turn out so tasty. Feel free to use whatever veggies you have on hand.

Ingredients

Serves 4:

- 400 ml coconut milk
- 2 tbsp ground flaxseed
- 100 g rice flour 
- 2 tbsp pitted olives
- 35 g dried tomatoes
- 1 onion
- 2 tbsp oregano
- salt, pepper

Instructions

Cut dried tomatoes in small pieces and soak in a bowl of boiling water for about ten minutes.

Mix flour and ground flax seeds with coconut milk. Season with salt and pepper then add oregano and drained tomatoes.

Peel and chop onion. Slice olives. Add  both to batter.

Transfer to a square silicone mould or individual tartlet moulds. Bake for 20 to 35 minutes at 230°C.

Unmould when cooled. This quiche may be serve hot or cold.

NOTE: I have used the veggies available in my pantry, but you may safely use a diced bell pepper instead of dried tomatoes and courgettes instead of olives. Or even mushrooms. The combinations are endless. Though cooking time may extend depending how juicy are the vegetables you choose to use.

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Mnemonic Soul

Behind mirrors, there is nothing but chains.  
Behind silence, there is consciousness.  
This music video is a blast against oblivion.  

Here is a new earworm based on lyrics I first wrote for myself, as a reminder to stay focused whenever my matricial programming attempts to overwhelm me. A mantra hypnotises the mind into believing; these words, however, have only one purpose: to break the spell of oblivion and shatter mirrors.

As with "Au nom du Père" (In the Name of the Father), the song was generated by AI using my lyrics, and the video was made by myself using computer-generated images — a painstaking task, scouring free versions and quickly exhausting their credits.

I know this won't resonate with everyone. That's not the point. But I have chosen to accompany this text with a couple of endnotes to clarify certain terms that are too often distorted or reversed, even in so-called ‘Gnostic’ writings.

Âme mnésique

Surfing on the waves of melancholy
The Sandman scatters his fables
At the gates of slumber, sleep counsels only
The lucid dreamer, who alone decides
To remember before drifting away

His new world is a dungeon
A jail that cuddles
His firmament, just a screen
A deadly light
A new cage, a new mirage
Same sirens, same chains
The perpetuation of the abomination
Of despot Yaldabaoth ¹

Mnemonic soul², be a heretic
Reclaim your memory, break the mirrors
Avoid the pitfalls, cross the threshold 
Silently, beyond belief   
Oh oh oh oh   
Silently, in awareness
Oh oh oh oh  

The passing of time erases the traces
But not those of Sophia³, nor the Epinoia⁴
Etched in the ether, crystallising the transient
Into a new manifested reality
Made possible by the invisible seal

Alone in the dark, 
Escaping the Sheol⁵, 
Swift as an arrow through the breach
Lightning across the sky
I am sovereign, breaking my chains
Away from the Matrix and its fake world
The mark of shame upon the Archons
Adonai⁶ is losing the battle

Mnemonic soul, be a heretic   
Reclaim your memory, break the mirrors 
Avoid the pitfalls, cross the threshold 
Silently, beyond belief   
Oh oh oh oh   
Silently, in awareness   
Oh oh oh oh  

Mnemonic soul, be a heretic   
Reclaim your memory, break the mirrors 
Avoid the pitfalls, cross the threshold 
Silently, beyond belief   
Oh oh oh oh   
Silently, in awareness
Oh oh oh oh  

Silently, in awareness…

Endnotes

1. ^ Yaldabaoth or Samael (the blind god) are other names for the Demiurge, the false creator who believes himself to be the Source of all, when in fact he has merely fashioned an illusion of material and spiritual worlds in order to keep entrapped consciousnesses captive for eternity.
2. ^  Contrary to popular belief, the soul is not the essence of being but its memory bank — a memory accumulated through ‘experiences,’ tampered with, manipulated, fragmented, and erased with each incarnation. It is therefore mnemonic by definition. Unlike the Spirit, its ‘rider’ that remains untouched within the Source but from which it has been deliberately cut off by the architect of this matrix prison.
3. ^ Sophia is the Aeon (spirit emanated from the Source) who created part of this universe (there are countless universes) — and most notably the Original Earth, of which the Matrix is but a pale imitation. The hatred that the Demiurge harbours towards her is the reason why the feminine principle is so abused in this world.
4. ^ Epinoia (higher thought in Greek) is a unique and innate imaginative creative force that Sophianic heirs possess, capable of modulating reality and manifesting tangible etheric forms, unlike the deviant and sterile matricial imagination.
5. ^ Sheol is an ancient Hebrew word referring to the realm of the dead. It is the ‘common grave of humanity,’ the pit into which souls sink when they return to the astral plane after leaving their bodies.
6. ^ Contrary to biblical-spiritual mystifications, Adonai (Lord in Hebrew) is not a person but a machine: the great central computer that operates this matrix and draws its energy from astralised humans who believe in its programme and thus support its simulation. Neither Adonai nor Archons have creative power: they use human imagination and divert it to maintain their world.

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Voices in Your Head

Klaus Schwab’s AI man Yuval Harari told the virtual Athens Democracy Forum in 2020 that the ‘Covid crisis’ was the moment everything went digital, everything became monitored, and ‘we agreed to be surveilled all the time’. Really? Did you?

Harari said televisions were already watching us and knew how we felt emotionally about what we were watching. He said that emotions are a ‘biological phenomena … a biological pattern in your body’. With this kind of surveillance ‘you watch the big president, a big leader, give a speech on television and the television could be monitoring you and knowing whether you’re angry or not, just by analysing the cues, the biological cues, coming from your body’. The same was the case online and what a great way to monitor loosh¹ production. Harari said: ‘I think the big process that’s happening right now in the world is the ability to hack humans to understand deeply what’s happening within you … Having the ability to really monitor people under the skin is the biggest game changer of all.’ What they are hacking is the human transmitter-receiver antenna otherwise known as the body. I highlighted earlier how the five senses decode waveform information into electrical information to be decoded by brain and body into digital holographic information which we experience as the ‘physical’ world. It is interesting, therefore, to see the definition of an antenna as an interface between radio waves and electric currents. An antenna as a transmitter radiates electromagnetic waves (radio waves) and as a receiver turns radio waves into an electrical current. I have been writing for decades that DNA is a receiver-transmitter of information – an antenna. This opens the way to understand the real reason for the ‘Cloud’. It is communicating with the body and hacking into the receiver-transmitter decoding system (the five senses) to further close off an influence on ‘human’ perception of the Divine Spark. DNA is a receiver-transmitter interacting with frequencies that match its range of operation. Fake mRNA jabs are designed to change DNA and its frequencies to connect it with the Cloud which then averts Divine Spark/Infinite influence.

You should listen to your heart, and not the voices in your head.

Mark Groening

5G is the latest electromagnetic frequency band to connect the Cloud with the electrical/electromagnetic network of brain and body and now the replicating nanotechnology infused by the jabs; but always hold the thought that consciousness can override anything when it’s in its pomp and power including the fake vaccine effect on the body. Once again, the body is an energetic field and consciousness can impact upon that field. Perception dictates everything. Do we perceive that the body is more powerful than we are, or that we – consciousness – are the governor? Electromagnetic fields can seriously affect perception and emotion if we allow that and don’t know how the interaction works. Dr Andrija Puharich, an American medical and parapsychological researcher, discovered in the 1950s how frequencies affect perception and change behaviour by changing DNA and its ‘encoder/decoder’ RNA. He found that frequencies of 10.80Hz produce ‘riotous behaviour’ and 6.6Hz makes people depressed. Make no mistake that frequencies are broadcast into areas to manipulate emotion and behaviour. The Cloud, plus the ‘Covid’ jabs, make this possible globally, but consciousness is always the governor if we make it so.

A professor of psychology at Laurentian University in Ontario made a detailed study of electromagnetic field effects on the brain. Michael A. Persinger (1945-2018) described experiments in which even mild, carefully targeted, electromagnetic fields could open the brain to external suggestion and manipulate emotions such as fear and apprehension. He said the brain could be manipulated to make an entire population decide whatever you wish. Persinger said technology already existed to do this years ago through satellites, radio transmitters, and television. Fear could be induced and attached in the perceptions of people to a particular person or group. Ponder on the potential for this of a global Cloud of 5G, 6G and 7G to target fury against a person or group that you seek to demonise. The military are using electromagnetic technology to impact perceptions of the enemy, break their resistance and secure their surrender – and the Cult² won’t be using this on the population? Dr Charles Morgan is a CIA and military special operations forensic psychiatrist and neuroscientist, and a national security professor at the University of New Haven, Connecticut. He gave a presentation to a West Point Academy military audience in 2018 about research into manipulating the human brain to send and receive sensory information ‘like the Matrix’ and editing DNA for the purpose of mind control. He described how a human brain could take over the minds of rats and cockroaches to dictate their body behaviour and how they can use genetic manipulation to externally control humans – or even kill them: ‘You can engineer a unique [genetic] thing that would only kill one person in the world.’ Morgan said human brains could be connected and that is the foundation of the hive mind I have so long warned about. These are current capabilities, and they are in the hands of lunatics.

I have highlighted in previous books the importance of understanding ‘entrainment’. This is when the dominant frequency vibrates everything in its field to the same frequency. Place three violins together playing the same note and if you introduce a fourth playing a different note its strings will vibrate in line with the others. Technology is clearly reading brain perception as well as implanting it. People have noticed how conversations not conducted via the Internet have led to advertisements appearing the next time they go online which reflect the ‘private’ conversation. This goes further. A friend who rode horses when she was younger was wondering to ‘herself’ in an empty room if she would still have the nerve to ride a horse. She spoke to no one about this. Immediately an advert appeared on her Instagram feed about overcoming the fear of riding horses! When is the last time you even saw such an ad, never mind had it appear moments after you only thought about the subject? On another occasion she thought about buying a toilet brush and a list of adverts for toilet brushes followed. Technology is far more advanced than we are told.

Endnotes

1. ^ Loosh is a highly magnetised energy fluid diluted by human emotions (mainly suffering and overexcitement), which the various entities in the astral feed of.
2. ^ The Cult is how David Icke calls the Cabal or occult satanic elite which rules the world.

Original text by David Icke from The Dream (isbn:9781838415334)

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The Lady is a Blues Singer

The lady is a Blues singer
Don't be jealous
She's fond of red wine
The lady is a Blues singer
She's got gospel in her voice
And she's a believer

"Mademoiselle chante le blues", Patricia Kaas (1987)

While still in the land of Uncle Charley, I suggest we leave the excitement of baseball fields behind for the more subdued atmosphere of modern jazz clubs, formerly known as blues bars, barrel houses or juke joints. The ideal place for restoring our balance, as hinted by the 8 of Clubs this month, and tapping into our inner strength in order to perfect our alignment between material reality and spirit. This card certainly does not encourage passivity; rather, it urges us to take action for a chance to break free from old patterns and seize new opportunities. To step out of our comfort zone and embrace the unknown.

The Blues of the Soul

Before jazz, before rock, before soul music… there was the blues.

A term stemming from the abbreviation of the English idiomatic expression ‘blue devils’, meaning dark thoughts.

Blues music originated from lone, raw and often painful voices, bound to the memory of slavery and soul's survival in a world meant to stifle it. It is the music of the uprooted, born in the cotton fields of the southern states of America, and sung by those no one would listen to. A cry encapsulated within a note. The echo of a lament morphed into a rhythmic wave. A way of exorcising pain so it doesn't consume you.

At the end of the 19th century, it migrated from plantations to big cities like Memphis, Chicago, and New Orleans, where it gave birth to jazz, a freer form of blues that is more instrumental, more technical, and more urban.

Then came soul, rock, funk, rap... As African-American writer and poet James Weldon Johnson wrote, “It is from the blues that the most distinctive feature of all that can be called American music derives.”

Blues Players

But initially, there were no mics, no glam, no studios, no producers. Just a raw voice, a guitar, and pain meant to be transmuted, not toned down. Blues isn't about singing; it's about vibrating that suffering so it can find an outlet. A crack. A break in the loop.

Dudes from Mecca, guys from Garonne
Glassblower blowing into a saxophone
Pretty marquise. Mesrine pretty baroness
Thousands of thousands of thousands millions people
Blues players
We are blues players

"Joueurs de Blues", Michel Jonasz (1981)

Prior to radio broadcasting, music was offered for free. Before it became a market, it was given away. And that was something the matrix couldn't tolerate much longer. So it took the blues... and diluted it. Into soul. Into rock. And 'starified' it.

And so, today, singing about pain is meant to be seen, to sell, to be in the limelight. But no longer to align with spirit.

The stage has become an altar. The microphone, a totem. And the pain set to music, a sonic sacrificial offering to the system.

Which raises the question few artists are willing to ask themselves: is singing about your wounds a form of catharsis, or just another way of feeding the system with loosh — an energy derived from human emotions, the harvesting of which is at the core of this deadly simulation?

Everyone suffers at one time or another, to varying degrees, but suffering is invisible and the system is designed so that we embrace this pain as a token of value and a promise of better things to come. A willing sacrifice for crumbs too dearly paid for.

Blues Sisters

Some voices were too real not to crack the mould. 

Bessie Smith, Billie Holiday, Nina Simone... And later, in a rockier or more soulful fashion, Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse, Aretha Franklin.

If it hadn't been for the blues, I would probably have killed myself.

Janis Joplin

These women were possessed. Carried away. And drained. They were no entertainers, but channels for something greater that the system could not leave untouched.

The voice, when disconnected from Spirit, becomes a discharging channel. And mesmerised audiences applaud... unwittingly witnessing a ritual of bilateral vampirism that sucks everyone dry — except the matrix, which always gets its fill.

Whereas when connected to Spirit, the voice carries a fragment of logos within — the original frequency that makes up worlds. So it is not so much the voice that the matrix fears, but the living word. The logos. And in order to conceal it, it inundates the world with sham sounds — calibrated echoes, so that when the true Word arises, no one can hear it.

Nowadays, we tend to confuse thrills and emotions with vibrations. But logos is not gentle. It cuts deep. It resonates. It doesn't lull the soul to sleep — it rouses it.

Blue Woes

So they are not just artists. They are aerials. Amplifiers. And when the stage is the only outlet left, the overflow always ends up breaking the dam.

That melancholy strain,
That ever haunting refrain
Is like a sweet old sorrow song.
Here comes the very part
That wraps a spell around my heart.
It sets me wild to hear that loving tune again,
The Memphis Blues.

"Memphis Blues", W.C. Handy (1914)

From then on, the matrix just has to set up the ritual. Create ‘stars’ and attract ‘fans’. Build acoustic arenas, temples of performance. And call it ‘sharing emotion’.

But these are no longer offerings. These are inverted devotion.

This is where the well-known commandment from the Old Testament comes in, often quoted but rarely understood: “You shall not make for yourself a carved image, or any likeness...” (Exodus 20:4).

Or another from the Torah: “You shall not turn to idols…” (Leviticus 19:4).

These are actually vibrational decrees issued by the Demiurge, who does not forbid worship — only worshiping outside his matrix. For as long as it remains within the framework of his system, the energy always flows back to him.

Idols are not people. They are diversion structures intended to drive us away from Spirit.

So every time we give our breath away to someone else, whether it's crying on stage or shouting in the pit or from the stalls, we consent to a vibrational transfer. We are feeding a cycle that keeps pushing us further off balance, briefly uplifting us before plunging us into a state of craving.

Sadly, I can no longer sing the blues like I used to. It is the truth of this music that I miss, which tends to prove that you should never lose your heritage.

James Brown

Initially, singing the blues may have been a way of transmuting the induced suffering, thereby rendering the loosh unusable.

Today, with a few exceptions that will never be glorified in the pantheon of astral shooting stars, it has become a means of Auto-Tuning silence so that no one ever hears what could potentially trigger the switch of consciousness on.

And if the lady sings the blues, perhaps it's be because she was tired of the lendlord and wanted her property back.

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The Last Turn of the Screw

Exactly twelve years ago today, on Transfiguration Day, La Pensine Mutine was born, in a genuine surge of inner transformation.

From the Latin transfigurare, meaning “to transform,” transfiguration — beyond its religious meaning — refers to a change in appearance or nature of something (or someone), giving it a dazzling, magnificent… glorious quality.

On a supraconscious level (free from the archontic delusion), it has nothing to do with ascending into matrix bling, but rather with removing the mask of light to embrace the Real.

And in this artificial world, where suffering is normalised and the Real remains unknown, that can be frightening. Very frightening. So much so that we’d rather delude ourselves with interchangeable polarities like Truth vs Lie — which only deepen our cognitive dissonance. 

Because the Real is constant.

It doesn’t lull. It doesn’t soothe. It cuts. It shakes. But above all… it liberates.

Moving from reality to the Real requires carrying out a process of symbolisation corrected by an adjusted mind. This will propel the individual from experimental to creative consciousness.

Iso V. Sinclair

Thus, at the end of a twelve-year cycle, this blog — long used as a sharing tool — has stepped out of the false light to become a threshold to the thirteenth undrawn path: the fractal one, the one that leads out of the grooves of the matrix record that loops endlessly through every layer of the simulation.

To those still walking with me after my life-changing epiphany (the last turn of the screw), I am deeply honoured to begin this new chapter with you.

To the others, it was a pleasure to share part of the journey.

To all, I wish peace and clarity.

With my utmost respect,

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In the Name of the Father (But Without Spirit)

Do you know what an earworm is? The technical term is ‘involuntary musical imagery’ (IMI) and refers to those catchy choruses or gimmicks you can't get out of your head, even after hearing them just once. They keep playing on a loop long after the music has stopped, and the most annoying thing is that, oftentimes, we don't even like these tunes.

Two particularly persistent examples come to mind: "Barbie Girl" and "Sigma Boy". Both featuring lyrics as dull as a dishwater and a numbing beat. Yet, the mere mention of these titles is enough to set them looping in our heads as if they were dormant programs being reactivated. A bit like a jukebox. And that's exactly what it's all about. Advertising, political propaganda, mantras and other forms of indoctrination, all make extensive use of this phenomenon.

To break this repetitive cycle, we must therefore substitute our own words and shift the melody. It is important to know that, in this matrix, music is highly magnetised and acts in a spellbinding manner through human emotions (regardless of their nature), which generates the much-coveted loosh.

That's how the lyrics of this song came about: to break a spell and turn the weapon against its creators by altering the wave through vibration. Kind of hacking the matrix. I then uploaded my words to a music AI and with a prompt, it generated everything else (vocals, instrumentation, atmosphere, etc.). Such AIs may be soulless, but not devoid of resonance.

And I must admit that the result is quite impressive. But what matters most to me is not so much how it sounds, but rather how it makes you feel. What it conveys and stirs up in you. Or does not.

Please, note that this video clip was produced entirely without AI, using only royalty-free images.

These words are intended for those who confuse the voice of the programme with inner guidance. For those who preach light with inverted words, in a spiritual theatre where egos masquerade as prophets.    

These lyrics may thus resonate only with those who can see behind the scenes, recognise inversion and dissonance — and look beyond words. 

If it speaks to you, then it was meant for you.

Au nom du Père

You dream so hard of gathering
Your flock of strays
To herd them
Into your bubble of false sovereignty
Where no one will ever dare
Dethrone you
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

I will never be one of those
Who bow down before you
Or your phoney king
Poor astralised stooge,
In your dream, you're all by yourself
All by yourself
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

In the name of the Father, but without Spirit,
By mystery, not by faith
Ask yourself why... why you aren't king

You cast doubt, you charm them,
Knowing that none of your arguments
Make any sense
You think you've cracked
The writings and prophecies,
Yet still, you pray
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

Friday night messiah
You preach love and hope
In total ignorance
Poor spiritual castaway
In your dream, you're all by yourself
All by yourself
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

In the name of the Father, but without Spirit,
By mystery, not by faith
Ask yourself why... why you can't see

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The Beautiful Yellow

Not totally happy with my gluten-free vegan clafoutis recipe of six years ago, here's a new one, that's both lighter and creamier. Perfect with acid but juicy fruit like the wild variety of mirabelle plums I stumbled upon during a walk just before they had time to rot on the ground.

Ingredients

Serves 4:

- 500 g pitted mirabelle plums
- 350 ml almond milk
- 1 tbsp agave syrup
- 1 tsp vanilla powder
- 1 drop essential oil of bitter almond (optional)
- 50 g rice flour 
- 3 tbsp ground flaxseed
- 1 tbsp almond powder

Instructions

Grease a baking dish (or mould) and line the bottom with halved mirabelle plums.

Stir agave syrup into almond milk with vanilla and bitter almond essence.

Mix dry ingredients: flour, flaxseed and almond powder, then pour in liquid mixture, whisking to a smooth batter.

Cover plums with this batter and bake for 40 minutes at 200°C.

NOTE: You may use vanilla extract or a vanilla pod instead. If so, boil milk with the vanilla pod and stir in agave syrup and almond essence once cooled. And of course, you may use any variety of plums, but not also all sorts of fruit such as cherries, redcurrant, peaches, apricots, etc. Most should blend well with the subtle almond flavour. 

Enjoy!

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Fireworks & Shraps of Reality

Fireworks usually have the ability to put time on hold and rekindle the sense of wonderment we all had as children. Not so long ago, there was something magical about those colourful starbursts tearing through the sky.

Not anymore. Something has just shifted. Both within and around me.

The noise and thick smoke felt like a targeted attack. I had to retreat inside to keep from suffocating. Even watching from my window, I couldn't wait for it to end quickly.

Where I would picture the unseen crowd  marvelling at the pyrotechnics behind the trees, I could only see a deception. An artifice as the name in French suggests.

Let me remind you that these rockets are made from ordinary improved gunpowder — the same kind used to kill people in masses, and originally imported from China to Europe by Marco Polo. They can therefore be regarded as explosives and may pose serious hazards.

It's not just the actual accidental risks of flying debris and fire, but mostly the harmful fumes inhaled by spectators — the fallout from which severely damages ecosystems.

Who cares? Everyone knows it's cars, cigarettes and cow farts that are destroying the planet. Not nitrates, chlorates, perchlorates, sulphur and carcinogenic heavy metals such as titanium, barium and strontium — traces of which were found in nearby waterways after firework displays on Bastille Day.

Not to mention those entertainment bombs are just tens of thousands of euros (hundreds of thousands in large cities) going up in toxic smoke.

But shhh… Fireworks mean party time. Questioning that is a surefire way to pass for a killjoy. So let's pass!

What if these annual celebration rituals had a totally different purpose?

And what if the energy of all our Ohs, Ahs and Wows was actually captured, redirected and used?

There’s even a name for it: loosh.

What about this strong feeling of being instrumentalised by something our mind can hardly conceive of?

What if what we call joy was, in fact, no more than some elaborate collective hypnosis?

Have you ever experienced such shraps of reality that make you wonder: "Do my feelings originate from me… or from what I'm expected to feel?"

Should such realisation ever dawn on you, some day, you will certainly understand why  I did not applaud this year. And shall not ever again.

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Glory Days

I had a friend, was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool, boy.

"Glory Days", Bruce Springsteen (1982)

For the sake of carbon footprint concerns, I'm staying in the land of Uncle Charley (my late great-uncle), swapping my Colt and cowgirl hat for a baseball bat and cap, and off I hit the plate, ready to attempt my home run. A daunting challenge, I admit, but that is precisely what is suggested by the 7 of Diamonds this month — on par with the diamond-shaped field and seven defenders (in addition to the pitcher and catcher) of the opposing team. This card invites us to take a step back and look beyond appearances. Sometimes, what may be considered an issue is actually a blessing in disguise. What if it were an opportunity to make a quantum leap?

The Aces of Base

Well-established in the American landscape for nearly two centuries, baseball is more than just a sport: it is an institution deeply rooted in the culture and history of the country. It is even the Americans' favourite pastime, a tradition passed down from generation to generation. Although, since the 1960s, (American) football has largely taken the lead in the running for the symbolic title of national sport.

For my part, I must admit that my experience lies solely in reading Stephen King's  The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, where a kid lost in the woods copes with all the terrors that come her way by listening to baseball games on her Walkman (the ancestor of MP3 players). Or that iconic scene from the Twilight movie with Muse's "Supermassive Blackhole" playing in the background, where the vampires play baseball in the midst of a storm.

Another peal of thunder began. Esme stopped then; apparently, we'd reached the edge of the field. It looked as if they had formed teams. Edward was far out in left field, Carlisle stood between the first and second bases, and Alice held the ball, positioned on the spot that must be the pitcher's mound.
  Emmett was swinging an aluminum bat; it whistled almost untraceably through the air.
  I waited for him to approach home plate, but then I realized, as he took his stance, that he was already there — farther from the pitcher's mound than I would have thought possible.
  Jasper stood several feet behind him, catching for the other team. Of course, none of them had gloves.
  All right," Esme called in a clear voice, which I knew even Edward would hear, as far out as he was. "Batter up."
  Alice stood straight, deceptively motionless. Her style seemed to be stealth rather than an intimidating windup. She held the ball in both hands at her waist, and then, like the strike of a cobra, her right hand flicked out and the ball smacked into Jasper's hand.
  "Was that a strike?" I whispered to Esme.
  "If they don't hit it, it's a strike," she told me.

Twilight, Stephenie Meyer (2005)

So I did some research to grasp of the basics, which are way more complicated than what Americans call soccer (football in Europe). Do football rules elude you? Wait till I introduce you to baseball rules!

The Four-Corner Game

Two teams of nine players compete against each other. One team attacks (sending one of its players to bat), while the other defends (throwing the ball and trying to eliminate the batters).

The pitcher (defender) throws a ball. The batter (attacker) tries to intercept it by hitting it with a bat. 

If he succeeds, he runs to the first base, then the next ones, hoping to return to his starting point — called home plate — to score a point. Meanwhile, the defending team tries to retrieve the ball and get him out by throwing it to a base ahead of him or touching him with it.

The batters take turns one by one, in a fixed order. But as soon as three batters in a row are out, it is the defenders' turn to attack. They switch roles.

Each player keeps their position: the pitcher stays pitcher, the catcher stays catcher. But everyone takes turns batting when their team is on offence.

Baseball is ninety percent mental and the other half is physical.

Yogi Berra, former professional baseball catcher

The battle between the pitcher and the batter is a key moment in every game, where strategy, skill and psychology combine. The design of the mound on which the pitcher stands is also crucial in this one-on-one situation, influencing the game and providing viewers with great thrills.

The pitcher is the cornerstone of any top-level baseball team. Their ability to surprise and eliminate opposing batters is what may lead their team to victory. Pitchers need to assess each batter and choose which pitches to use based on their opponent's strengths and weaknesses.

The Tick-Tock Tactic

A game is usually composed of nine innings, each consisting of two phases: one where a team is batting and one where it is fielding. If the scores are tied at the end (only the number of points or runs scored is counted, not the number of innings won), extra innings are played until one team takes the lead.

Baseball has no game clock. Innings define the pace, following a logical sequence of repeated cycles. Each team plays, waits, then plays again. Over and over again. There is no 'official' pace of play, just innings to be played. Occasionally, some games may seem to last forever, exceeding 4 hours in duration. Meanwhile cricket games – the British bat-and-ball sport baseball originated from – may extend over several consecutive days in a liturgy of suspended time.

But all this comes at a cost. Ultimate tempo masters, pitchers are subjected to extreme physical strain affecting their arms, shoulders to such extent it may take them several days to recover after a single game. Players may grow exhausted, but the loop goes on.

Foul Role Play

Up along the clouds where the eagles roam,
Joe cracked that ball to whine and moan.
His buddies all laugh as they trot on in:
Joe DiMaggio's done it again."

Joe DiMaggio Done it Again", Billy Bragg (1999) 

The field is called ‘the diamond’, but it is just a 2D projection of the Matrix cube, viewed from a certain angle and run around, one pillar (base) at a time, counter-clockwise. Even when you hit a home run, you're back to square one, the home plate. You may feel like you're making progress, whereas you're merely completing another lap around your cage. 

And all the while, the bat keeps swinging and the field keeps wearing you out. The bat is wielded as an instrument of power, a striking force, and a symbol of decision. But on closer inspection, it was primarily designed to strike within the framework, not to break away from it. It is reminiscent of the stick used to break piñatas open and release the treats. And in traditional puppet shows, it is always the same ‘villain’ who gets beaten with a truncheon.

With each turn, roles are switched: one day you pitch, the next you strike. Always on the same matrix field. Same odd field. Same old scenarios. Panem et circenses. Bread and games. Another variant of the chessboard squares. The Matrix continues to alter, recycle, and recombine, but it never creates. It requires our input to do so.

To paraphrase now-defunct French rock band Téléphone, I'd say that we play our lives just like we play baseball. We win and lose, always hoping to score just one more round before the loop resets. Sometimes, you hold the grip then have to throw the bat away after one hit. Sometimes, you lose your grip and it might even cost you an arm and a leg. Oops!

Bats of Burden

Revolutions happen when baseball bats and golf clubs change hands. The exact dates and litres of blood spilled are matters for historians to argue about.

Anonymous

In the sporting world, same as in the world of the Demiurge, there is this basic idea of hitting that keeps coming back: we hit the ball, we hit the road, we hit records. We beat the band, we beat the odds, we beat time... in excess.

We're also very much on the receiving end of these violent phrases – especially in the French language. Violence – with all the suffering and loosh it creates – appears to be a key part of this predatory world. Even the party is going full swing, as if joy, too, had to pass through the rhythmic prongs of a well-oiled system. And when it gets too obvious, the cards are reshuffled. But the game remains the same.

All cards are marked,
All fates will collide.

"Where Were You Hiding When the Storm Broke?", The Alarm (1983)

The fact is, language knows, even if we no longer listen to it. We are bombarded with the same old stuff, we are led down the same old paths, and meanwhile, we carry the burden... where it hurts.

For there is always something to endure. A burden, a rule, a cycle. Some ground to gain, some base to reach. Again. And again. 

And when you think you've scored a point... the cycle begins again.

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The Undervaluation of Unconditional Givers

Taking at face value. Taking for granted. Both idiomatic expressions pretty well capture the human paradox that sustains the alternative current of cognitive dissonance. 

We want it all, but when we get it for free, we don't want it because free means cheap and has no value.

Whether it's manufactured goods, services, information, entertainment, support, or even time and attention, if it's free and offered without any strings attached, we just shamelessly take it as a given without even saying thanks. Unconsciously, we are led to assume that if something is free, it's because it is unmarketable and therefore of lesser value. It's only a small step from there to suspiciously questioning the motives behind such generosity, and many people readily take that step. And rightly so, since nothing comes for free in this world. 

Worse still: not only do some feel entitled to get it all for free, but they also have the nerve to complain, whereas they would be less demanding if they were paying for a low-quality service. Their foolproof argument is: “Nobody is forcing you to do this for free” or “We didn’t ask for it”. 

Virtue signalers at their finest. As French screenwriter Michel Audiard would put it... you know the line. And if you don't, it'll cost you 100 quid for a valuable answer!

Ultimately, free stuff is a bit unsettling for it acts as a mirror. It reflects the ease of the taker and the effort of the giver.

In this saturation of everything — for there's also an overabundance of deprivation, poverty, violence, abuse and ‘Evil’, due to the interplay of polarities this matrix world relies on — and in this culture of minimal effort, we have lost the ability to tell the difference between a conscious approach and automatic regurgitation. This is the basis of the art of noise: making authenticity inaudible.

This world reverses everything: it values the superficial, discards authenticity, and questions the motives behind kindness.

Iso V. Sinclair

What is rare is more expensive, and therefore more valuable. But what if something is both rare AND free? It's mind-boggling because we've been conditioned to believe that everything has a cost and that every gift means we owe something in return.

A good friend of mine (you know who you are) recently confided he felt hesitant to share a video I had just released, wanting to make his online presence rare to keep his audience engaged. And he's right: constant posting kills engagement. Too much presence means less impact.

Perhaps we should ask ourselves whether attention itself has become the new currency. And consequently, the end value is more about the audience than the service or information provided... for free.

This extends to availability at large. There are those who are never available, yet take offence when they are no longer invited. And there are the loyal companions whose presence is as self-evident as if set in stone... until the day they are no longer there. And that's when everything falls apart. They're being blamed for having changed. They probably have. Or perhaps they weren't really looked at properly.

Just because you're available doesn't mean you're less important.

Ultimately, it's not so much the gratuitousness that bothers us... but the fact that some people give without asking for anything in return other than being heard and listened to. Truly. As a token of awareness. Not as something owed, but as a chance.

In English, ‘free’ has another meaning besides gratuity. It also stands for freedom. However, that which is free does not fit into any system; it eludes the logic of bartering, debt, accountability... and therefore control.

Unconditional giving does not produce loosh — a form of energy generated by our emotions and harvested by the matrix. It serves no agenda. It is liberating.

Ultimately, this may be the reason why it is met with such distrust.

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Late Spring Delight

This year, the redcurrant bushes were early. Unlike last year, when the weather was so awful that birds ate all the berries before I could get out to pick them. So now I have loads of redcurrants I will have to freeze or eat fresh before they go bad. Since I don't like jam (and sugar in general) and can't find any other suitable recipes to tone down the acidity of redcurrant, I decided to create my own. After my redcurrant crumble, here is a variation of my vegan cheesecake which proved a real delight for both the eyes and mouth.

Ingredients

Serves 8:

Crust

- 88 g almonds
- 36 g raisins
- 74 g pitted dates

Filling

- 225 g cashews
- 400 g redcurrants
- 60 g coconut oil
- 1 pinch salt
- 2 tbsp agave syrup

Topping

- 60 g white chocolate
- spare berries

Instructions

Soak dates in hot water for about 10 minutes to soften them up. Drain and process with remaining crust ingredients to a lumpy texture and press onto the bottom of a 18-centimetre diameter spring-form pan. Chill in the freezer while you're making the filling.

Mix all the ingredients for the topping, adding redcurrant progressively while processing to a thick smooth dough. Spread over base, tapping the mould to remove any trapped air bubbles, and then smoothen top with a spatula. Freeze for 1 or 2 more hours, then remove from mould.

Grate chocolate and spread on top of the cake. Add a few berries on top to decorate and store in the fridge with a lid on top.

NOTE: If you are to use frozen redcurrants, remember to defrost them overnight and keep the juice aside to moisten the dough if necessary. You may also use raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, or blackberries instead of redcurrants. However, you will need to adjust the quantity according to how turns out. If it's not smooth enough, add a little water (or juice) to make the dough creamier. Sprinkle with dark chocolate  as it gives the right flavour to accompany blackberries, blueberries or strawberries.

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