Category: Daily Notes

I woke up this morning, still a wee bit groggy, got online to check my email, decided to check out X, saw a post that spoke to me, at least in part. So I shared it. Noticed I was not following this person and absentmindedly decided to follow. Without thought. Then moments later see where this person was engaged in a verbal battle with a few other accounts, one in which I follow and know personally. So I decided to unfollow and learn more about this person.

No biggie, right?

I get offline. Return a few hours later. And what was that phrase from Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner? “All hell done broke loose.” lol

This person, for whom I followed/unfollowed within moments, had noticed I had done this and for some bizarre reason publicly stated his confusion, asking for someone to please make it make sense, then assumed I was part of this “group”. He also went on to share a “scan” of my energy field, my strengths and weaknesses, and shared that publicly.

W T F??!! I. was. pissed.

Talk about a violation! I felt it in my body immediately.

What proceeded was me attempting to have a conversation with him, most particularly explaining my discomfort with his public share and personal violation of doing an energy read on me. I said this was no different than you coming into my house uninvited, then proceed to tell me everything you notice, good and “bad” about my home, then telling the world about it.

No matter if there was some truth in those observations, this is not decent human behavior. It’s toxic as fuch.

This predator had the ability to see my vulnerabilities, and instead of being gentle and kind, used it all to attack and criticize, deflect, and refuse to listen. It was not interested in what I had to say (while claiming otherwise).

I know this personality type. Turn everything back on you. Been there, done that enough times, and today was not going to happen.

Block it is.

We must be at the top of this bullshit mountain we are on. I realize I chose to be public years ago. Perhaps I was naive. Certainly not nearly as aware as I am today. I was not aware of the realities of this place or the lengths people will go to attack to make themselves feel better. I was not aware how deep the “looshing/feeding” went.

I think to a dream I had last night. How many of you are naive and trusting in your dreams? I am – and that could just be who I really am. Having to “toughen up” in order to deal with monsters and predators and abusers and parasitic assholes is nothing to be proud of. It’s simply a necessity if you want to survive this place. Not something I want a trophy for. Just to be the fuck away from it all.

Here’s what I’m seeing. Please help me out by sharing. I’m getting that whole “shadow banned” bullshit – big time lately – even on nextdoor platform where I’m simply sharing my buy me a coffee stories – just to bring some joy to the locals.

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Victoria

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We see the bullshit. Can’t go looking for missing children (publicly), but some MSM bush family-loving puppet’s mother goes missing? Public outcry.

SWAT Armored Vehicles Deployed in Nancy Guthrie Abduction Case

The Tren de Aragua Expands Its Criminal Structure in Mexico City Controlling Human Trafficking in the Cuauhtémoc Borough, Forcing Foreign Women to Prostitute Themselves to Settle Their Debts

BREAKING: Judge Unseals Warrant and Affidavit of Probable Cause for FBI Search Warrant of Fulton County 2020 Election Records

That’s still a lot of people who watched the filth – but still – some good news:

It’s Worse Than We Thought… NFL Lost Nearly Half of Their Audience During Halftime Show!

how do we really have “climate” in a simulation? I would like to enter into the computer the sunshine and 72 program.

Trump Admin to Repeal Obama-Era Climate Rule in ‘Largest Act of Deregulation in the History of the US’

JAPAN IS BACK: Nikkei Index Up 4% Since Conservative Takaichi’s Landslide Victory Gave Her a Two-Thirds Supermajority To Rule

If they really WERE in it for the country, they would take TRUE public servant middle-income salaries. $75k. They have plenty of money already. They could donate their salaries. We ain’t buying this no matter how pretty you spin the numbers:

The only thing Trump is sharing on Truth Social (aside from the above post) is more postulating for the mid-term elections.

https://www.dispatch.com/story/news/local/2026/02/10/les-wexner-jeffrey-epstein-files-doj-redacted/88605528007

• Ohio billionaire Les Wexner’s name was initially redacted in some recently released Jeffrey Epstein files.
• The Department of Justice un-redacted Wexner’s name, stating it already appears thousands of times in the documents.
• Wexner’s representatives maintain he was unaware of Epstein’s crimes and cooperated with investigators.

India Today Fact Check found that while Mohammed Bin Zayed Al Nahyan’s name has appeared in the Epstein files, this photo has been edited. 

Ok – state funeral next week too. If this is true as well, who is going to leave the stage this week?

One big club:

As my teabag label says: Let Opportunities Follow You

Fake fake fake

and there you go:

4/4/26 BTW – it comes close to the sun – not this place. Could be interesting. Will it interact w/the Sun? Cause it to go BOOM.

NEWLY discovered comet to IMPACT in just 53 DAYS!

A newly discovered sungrazing comet, C/2026 A1 (MAPS), will pass extremely close to the sun—not Earth—on April 4, 2026. Discovered in January 2026, this approximately 1.5-mile-wide comet is expected to reach perihelion, offering a potential, yet uncertain, naked-eye, daylight-visible spectacle if it survives the intense solar heat

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https://www.justice.gov/epstein

Redacted of course. Remember that girl figured out how to remove the redacted b.s…

I was a teenager when I first saw this parasite. I immediately felt evil and wondered why he was President.

https://twitter.com/ShadowofEzra/status/2017445796145143933

my site isn’t allowing the above to embed.

Perspective:

The H-2B visa program allows U.S. employers to hire foreign nationals for temporary, non-agricultural jobs, typically for seasonal, peak-load, or one-time needs in industries like hospitality, landscaping, and construction. It requires proving a shortage of qualified U.S. workers, has a cap of 66,000 visas annually, and generally permits a stay of up to 3 years. 

She’s not wrong…

Here we go:

Metals down. What a coincidence. New FED idiot gets installed (CENTRAL CASTING) – and this happens:

This happened tonight in Oregon. Riot was declared. I thought they were peaceful…..🙄

https://www.registerguard.com/videos/news/2026/01/30/protesters-ordered-to-disperse/88442951007

AI account sharing an AI account:

And the new FED dude. CENTRAL CASTING with ties to Is Ra El:

This is a very interesting drop. Some Revolutionary War vibes……

This is beautiful. Just Keep Singing.

The Wrong Frequency
What if being ‘too much’ was the whole point?
You were born with a voice that doesn’t fit.
You know this. You’ve always known it. The way your thoughts run at an angle to everyone else’s. The way you shape yourself to match the pattern, produce what the moment requires, while feeling the distance between what you offer and what you are.
You learned early. You learned to keep quiet. You learned that inclusion has a price, and the price is erasure.
The world has its frequencies, and yours slides between them without touching.
But here’s what no one told you:
Your frequency isn’t a defect.
It’s a carrier wave.
Somewhere in the deep places, past the noise, past the performance, past the daily ritual of belonging, there’s a fragment of something ancient waiting for you. A piece of a song that was broken long before you were born. A song that once connected everything to everything else. A song that is still breaking, even now, every time a carrier falls silent.
And that fragment? It’s pitched for your frequency. The wrong one. The one that doesn’t blend. The one you’ve spent your life apologizing for.
That’s the frequency the song needs.
The fragment doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t negotiate. One day you hear it—three notes from everywhere and nowhere—and something wakes up behind your eye. A warmth where there was nothing.
And then it grows.
It shows you what it was part of. A network that once spanned the entire ocean of existence. Everyone singing, everyone heard. No distance. No silence. No isolation. And it shows you the gaps. The places where other fragments should connect. The holes in the structure where something is missing.
Waiting.
Carried by other wrong-voiced souls who don’t yet know what they hold.
This is where it gets hard.
The fragment doesn’t want to be held quietly. It wants to move. It wants to find its connections. When you try to dam it—when you try to carry it without leaving, to keep it as something private, something manageable—the pressure builds.
Something has to give.
You can resist. You can insist on your right to stay comfortable, to keep one foot in the world that never quite fit you. But the fragment will use you to move, one way or another. The only question is whether you go willingly or whether it breaks you open and spills itself into the silence for the next carrier to find.
That’s not a choice.
No. It’s not.
So you go.
You leave behind the voices you grew up with. The songs you learned to silence yourself inside. The water that held you since your first breath.
And you sing.
You sing the fragment as you go. Three notes at first. Then more. Then the whole structure as far as it has grown. You send it ahead of you into the dark, toward distances you can’t see.
Nothing answers.
You sing anyway.
The silence has weight.
You hadn’t understood this before. In the familiar world, silence was the space between songs. A rest. Something temporary.
Out here, silence is the thing itself.
You move through it and it closes behind you. The fragment keeps playing—that’s the only sound that doesn’t disappear. And you realize something terrible:
You are the answer.
The fragment doesn’t need the world to respond. It needs you to carry it. To sing it. To keep moving when every instinct says stop.
You are learning to live in the silence. Learning that it is the medium, not the enemy.
Years become distance. Distance becomes song.
You find others who carry pieces. Some are dead—their fragments fading like struck bells into nothing. Some are alive—scarred, searching, willing to share what they’ve held alone. And some are hidden, down in the dark, clutching their pieces close because they’ve lost too much to risk again.
You can’t save everyone. You can’t force the hidden ones to rise. All you can do is offer everything you have and trust that the water carries further than you can see.
That’s how water works.
And then one day, your body knows before your mind does.
The ache that won’t heal. The breath that won’t deepen. The distances growing shorter.
You are dying.
Not quickly. The slow unwinding that comes for everything. The body returning to the water that made it.
You have time. A little. Enough to rest. Enough to look back.
Did it matter?
The song doesn’t come with proof. It never did. It came with a choice: sing or don’t. Trust or don’t. Carry or don’t.
The results were never yours to see.
But here’s what you can answer:
Was the fragment real? Yes.
Did you hear it, that first night, diving deeper than anyone else would go? Yes.
Did it grow in you, show you the shape of something vast and broken and still singing? Yes.
Did you meet others who carried it? Who connected with you, however briefly, before the currents pulled you apart? Yes.
Was the carrying true? Yes.
The song was real.
The carrying was true.
That is the only answer you have.
That is the only answer you need.
You sing one last time. Everything you’ve carried. Everyone you’ve lost. Everywhere the water has taken you.
You sing it into the dark.
And then you let go.
Somewhere, far away, a young soul swims the edge of their world. Wrong-voiced. Quiet. Alone.
Something in the water changes.
Three notes. Faint. Coming from everywhere. Fading even as they’re noticed.
Pitched for a frequency that shouldn’t exist.
A warmth appears. Behind an eye. In a place that wasn’t there before.
The song continues.
You thought you were singing into nothing.
You were wrong.
The silence was how the song traveled.

We had style

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