Category: Daily Notes

1.26.26 ~ “SILVERGEDDON”. NASA: We’re Going To The Moon. This Friday. No, for reals. lolol

I must be doing something right. Spam bot comments are elevated atm.

Guess what’s been playing on the radio for the last 15 minutes? 2001 Space Odyssey. Nice comm. It’s a station I never listen to, but felt nudged to stop there as it was playing a cool Everly Brother’s song.

Sharing just for the title. The piece below is so good it’s for premium members only. But I will share info I am seeing to explain the title.

https://www.zerohedge.com/the-market-ear/silvergeddon

GOLD DESTROYS THE FED (by bringing SILVER along with it). 1.7 = 17

US DEBT CLOCK LATEST. Are we going back in time?? Interesting 2020 is circled, showing over 5k/oz. But back then, they printed an insane amount of money. GROK explains below.

Blunt brutal truth:

Going back in time to go forward into the Future (btw there are 17 Q posts that contain 1212)

The mayor of Minneapolis:

It’s painful to read these headlines. Eye rolling, mind numbing. What we want to see and what we KNOW is SO MUCH BIGGER.

This is a very good read. Just going to add my ending: At some point in the timeline, the Penguin finds he/she isn’t alone. The pull for Truth is contagious. Soon, everyone must leave the colony.

The Ones Who Walk Toward the Mountains
What happens when a man sees too much and refuses to look away?
Tens of millions of people watched a penguin walk toward certain death.
You know the clip. Werner Herzog. Antarctica. A single Adélie penguin breaks from the colony and heads inland. Not toward the water where life is. Not back to the breeding grounds. Toward the mountains.
Into five thousand kilometers of white nothing.
The scientists didn’t stop him. Herzog asked if penguins could go insane.
The internet had opinions.
The White House posted an AI image of Trump walking hand-in-flipper toward Greenland. Sixty-one million views on that post alone. Penguins don’t live in Greenland. The only question is whether that’s a mistake.
Or the message.
I’m not interested in explaining the penguin.
I’m interested in why we couldn’t look away.
The colony has rules.
Head to the water. Return to the nest. Stay together. The colony’s logic is survival. The colony’s logic is sound.
The colony is also a cage.
Every generation produces one who turns inland. Toward the mountains. Toward certain death. Toward something the colony has no language for.
The diagnosis is always the same. Deranged. Unstable. A death wish.
And if you caught him, dragged him back to the shore, he would immediately turn again for the mountains.
The haunting question: Is he broken? Or does he see something?
Newburgh, 1783.
[Read George in Paperback]
The war was over.
Washington had won.
His officers wanted to make him king.
They had the guns. Congress had paper promises. The army hadn’t been paid in years. Men who had frozen at Valley Forge, who had buried friends in unmarked graves—they were being told to go home empty-handed.
The officers gathered in a building called the Temple. Anonymous letters circulated. Never sheath your swords until you have obtained full justice.
The meaning was clear. March on Philadelphia. Dissolve the Congress. Take what was owed by force.
And crown Washington.
The logic was sound. He had held the army together. He had won. He was beloved. Congress had failed. He’d watched them debate while his men starved.
One nod, and the American experiment dies in its cradle.
He walked into a room of armed men who loved him.
He pulled out a letter from a congressman, promising the debts would be paid. He began to read. He squinted. He brought the paper closer.
Then he reached into his coat for something none had ever seen him wear.
Spectacles.
“Gentlemen, you will permit me to put on my spectacles, for I have not only grown gray but almost blind in the service of my country.”
The room collapsed. Hardened soldiers wept.
They had never seen him weak. Never seen him old. Never seen him as anything but the pillar.
Now they saw a man. Tired. Fading. Giving everything.
The coup evaporated in tears.
The colony wanted a king.
He walked toward the mountains.
Bethesda, 1949.
James Forrestal stood at the hospital window. Sixteenth floor.
He had built the national security state from nothing. First Secretary of Defense. The man who unified the Army, Navy, and Air Force under one command.
Now he weighed a hundred and thirty pounds and the walls were breathing.
They called it exhaustion. Paranoia. The pressures of office.
Forrestal knew what he knew. He had seen the files. He understood what was being buried, and why.
He knew what had happened to Patton.
December 1945. Recovering in Heidelberg. A minor car accident. Ready to fly home. Ready to talk about what he’d seen in the final days. The ratlines, the Paperclip scientists, the deals in the shadows.
Then the embolism. Midnight. “Natural causes”.
They used chemistry on Patton because he was a fighter.
Forrestal was different. Already unstable. Already breaking. A fall from this height would make sense.
He left a note. A fragment of Sophocles, copied in his own hand. The chorus from Ajax. The warrior who saw too much and chose his own end.
When reason’s day sets rayless—joyless— When the mind’s light goes dark—
The nightingale does not sing in the cage.
Then he walked toward the mountains.
Dallas, 1963.
One week before the motorcade.
The kitchen smelled of cold coffee. Bobby Kennedy sat at the table, older than his years. Photographs lay scattered like a mosaic of obituaries.
Jack stood by the counter. The canvas-and-steel brace was tight against his ribs. He couldn’t sit. The pain was bad today.
“It’s not just Patton,” Bobby said. He laid out index cards like small headstones.
The recovery team at Roswell. 1947.
Corporal Miller. First on scene. Suicide, 1949.
Sergeant Willis. Handled the debris. Hunting accident, 1950.
Dr. Arnot. Preliminary autopsy. Plane crash, 1951.
“And the reporter. She’d been asking about your UN speech. Overdose. Her sister says she didn’t take pills.”
Kennedy stared. “I know.”
“And you’re going to Dallas anyway.”
Bobby opened a folder. Red stamp: PROTECTIVE RESEARCH SECTION.
“The vulnerability assessment is missing pages. Motorcycle flanking, reduced. Roof coverage, pulled. The Book Depository windows are listed as ‘secure’ without a check.”
He drew a triangle on a map in red ink.
“Book Depository. Behind you.”
“Dal-Tex. Behind you.”
“Fence line. Front right.”
He looked at his brother. “It’s a field of fire, Jack.”
Kennedy studied the geometry.
“If I cancel, they win. If I hide, I’m a prisoner.”
“You’re making yourself the bait.”
“I’m creating a mess too large to clean up.”
“And your children?”
Kennedy’s gaze held Bobby’s. The kitchen air grew thin.
“They inherit a world where a father can be silenced. Or they inherit a question that cannot be buried.”
Bobby didn’t move.
“If I don’t come back,” Kennedy said, “you leak everything.”
“I will.”
They stood. The handshake was formal. Firm.
No tears. Only the weight.
One week.
He walked toward the mountains.
The pattern rhymes.
Washington. Forrestal. Kennedy. And others.
Men who see too much. Men who ask aloud. The colony’s response is immutable: Discredit. Isolate. Remove.
But here is what the colony never comprehends:
You cannot stop the ones who walk toward the mountains. You can only kill them. And in killing them, you create precisely what you sought to prevent.
Washington could have been king. He chose to show his weakness instead. And built a nation that could survive without him.
Forrestal fell from a window. But the questions he carried did not die. They metastasized into a thousand conspiracies, half of which turned out to be true.
Kennedy’s head snapped back in Dealey Plaza. Sixty years later, we are still asking the questions meant to die with him.
The assassin’s bullet is the colony’s final argument.
It screams:
This is what happens when you walk toward the mountains.
But the bullet always fails.
Martyrs don’t stay dead. They become questions.
And questions don’t die either.
Hundreds of millions of people watched a penguin last week walk toward certain death and felt something stir inside them.
Not despair. Recognition.
The archetype is moving again.
We have felt the pull. The voice that whispers this is not it. The restlessness without a name. The certainty that there is something beyond the edge of the map.
The colony will call it madness. The colony will beg you to come back.
But some truths are worth more than safety.
The mountains are waiting.
I wrote the file on the man who walked into the plaza.

Feb. 11th? That works for me. Of course, NOW is always good.

Things like this blow up the entire narrative that says we control our reality and everything that happens to us is for our benefit – some lesson hidden. There are evil people with evil intentions to poison, harm and kill – they walk among us – seen and unseen.

the headless Iceman…..someone said his head is there – the agent is blocking it. I enlarged it – either this is AI or the guy has a tiny alien head.

I want to live by this guy. He speaks my language.

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Early day check in with personal happenings.

I was having a dream when I woke up about an hour ago. My sleep has been so off; I seem to be sleeping more during the day and less at night. In the dream, I was in my car on a lightly traveled highway when a plane suddenly flew overhead. I could feel the pressure of it; it was that low, then it crashed. I didn’t really feel much fear – more of a “wow, I need to pull over” feeling. I got out of my car with my daughter and asked others who had also exited their vehicles if they were ok. When I woke up, I crawled out of bed, still feeling the experience, and wondered if a plane had crashed. I recalled thinking about Q speaking of planes, trains, and crashes. I went online and saw this:

I needed to verify and found this. Happened last night:

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/nation/faa-says-7-killed-1-seriously-injured-in-jet-crash-in-snow-in-bangor-maine

I’m also completely stumped – frozen to be honest – as to what to do next with my experience. With this lingering pressure to get something going for myself financially in the next few months, something I’ve been completely focused on for over a year, I’m at a loss atm. Sometimes I feel like Charlie Brown – why is it that the things I pursue turn into a mess? From trying to get this website generating the income I had originally intended 10 years ago, to my other writing work marketed to finding remote work from home, to getting funding for educational training, I feel so out of options. I’m tired of this plan. I’m tired of housing being so f’ing out of reach. I’m tired of having to use credit cards just to get through the month. I’m tired of waiting for OUT THERE to shift so that will enable me to move forward. I’m tired of the division and the waiting and the fighting and the people who assume their POV is the right one while all failing to see we are in a huge, massive psyop, and none of us will figure it out in full until it’s all revealed. I mean, seriously – if there is a divine plan – WTF IS TAKING SO LONG? SOME of us NEED CHANGE. Some of us NEED RELIEF. For so long, we have needed it, and I am now seeing what this is doing to my health, to my sleep, to my mind. I can get into that nice space now and then, but that pressure within to DO SOMETHING YESTERDAY is growing and making my life hell. I go out driving alone lately – and sit in the car and cry – and scream: I HAVE A CHILD DOES ANYONE CARE??!!

I’m still trying to get some sort of restitution from the local agency that dropped the ball on me last year when the staff member (FINALLY) assigned to help me with a scholarship for educational training disappeared on me – for weeks – during the middle of the process – leaving me unable to do a thing as she was also supposed to give me additional paperwork required FOR the scholarship – and my attempts to reach her, her supervisor and the agency went unanswered. I was able to find notes I took during my original phone call with the agency manager last month, where she said they were looking at “all angles” in regard to what happened, including “staff oversight”. The manager’s original final decision said I did not get approved because there were others ahead of me. However, she cannot prove this with 100% accuracy and is completely ignoring the truth that her employee disappeared on me for weeks. IF THIS IS NOT PROOF OF STAFF OVERSIGHT, I don’t know what is. And I wasn’t even including the nearly TWO MONTHS it took for me to get someone working with me – the phone calls, emails, and texts were unanswered. If I had not been diligent, their lack of “staff oversight” would have left me without ANY help whatsoever.

Staff oversight: Staff oversight is the systematic process of supervising, monitoring, and directing employees to ensure work aligns with organizational goals, policies, and standards. It involves tracking performance, ensuring accountability, providing guidance, and identifying risks.

Doesn’t disappearing on a client in the middle of a time-sensitive process, without word from ANYONE, ignoring clients’ emails, texts, and phone calls fall under that process? Doesn’t all of that violate an agency’s goals, policies and standards?

And again – I am a lone voice – doing this alone. I have not been able to find anyone to help me with this situation, other than hearing of a few other people who had similar experiences, including a friend of mine. I have learned one thing – when you go up against a system agency, they are polite and helpful until you challenge them and their word. Even when you know you are in the right – even when you have their words and can prove them wrong – once they make an agency decision, your needs and your story are of no importance. Scatter to the wind like the rest of their victims. It’s quite horrid. And this is not my first go-around with systems. In this ugly reality, it is the big ones with the fancy titles and comfy jobs who can make your life easy or put you through hell, where you waste time you CANNOT AFFORD TO WASTE.

That said, I believe in Truth. In love. In doing the right thing even in the face of obvious wrong. I still have faith in good people.

I just need more of them showing up in my life, and I pray for that every. single. day.

My kiddo deserves to have a mom who is supported.

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It’s All About Penguins

Who they are. What it all means. References to who WE are. Military Ops. Putting it all together with what I have seen in the last 17 hours. When ALL agencies are stepping up, at this time, talking about PENGUINS, we are being guided to the next level of Seeing.

I don’t know how the weather is throughout the southern hemisphere – or in Europe and Asia – I do find it interesting that these Penguin references, which are being dropped everywhere since last nigh,t are occurring at the same. time. as is this massive winter storm – also coinciding the area of focus of Greenland/Arctic. THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES.

this feels more metaphoric than literal:

WE are the penguins. We are walking away from this evil, insidiously enslaving reality. Walking alone if we have to. We have known all along that this place is unnatural to who we really are. We refuse to accept it all as “just the way it is” or “make the best of it”. Fuch that, right? That attitude emits the energy that you accept what is toxic. If you get it, you get it. If you know, you know.

Where are their feet marks?

Time travellers. Outside help. And – these uniforms are from the past – decades ago. Chills.

Aren’t they under a storm warning? It is just cloudy today. Heavy snow tomorrow (Sunday).

I began putting stuff together last night:

Found this too:

Some Gematria:

BE A WARRIOR, EMBRACE THE PENGUIN

Shot Heard Around The World (all 4 Q drops with that phrase were dumped in January 2018)

Antarctica Disclosure Coming

PENGUIN:

Game Over

ET Phone Home

Here We Go

It’s Done

And does anyone remember this one from 4 years ago?? What’s the procedure? STAY CALM. IT’S HAPPENING.

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1.23.26 ~ Checking in with a Universal Nod and Some Finds – including an interesting one on Erika Kirk, Clones and the #88

I have walked my journey in this horrid place, longing for connection. Longing for like-minded people who could not only imagine a better reality, but an experience that is focused on connection, love, and support instead of competing for everything and burning out by the time you’re 60 if not sooner. Longing to connect with people who “GET IT”. Longing for people who actually want me in their lives. Longing to find those people who will want this as much as I do and will actually make it happen. Tonight I sat in my car, feeling so god-awful alone, I almost took a call from a debt collector just to talk to someone. How pathetic my life is, I thought. 60 years old. Still haven’t found what I’m looking for, and in fact it feels farther away than EVER.

Then the Universe swooped in and said, “HERE”. And I saw this. Next up is figuring out if this Utopia really does exist, and if so, are they taking new people because I am flat out full on D O N E waiting for this “BRAVE NEW WORLD” we have been hearing about for almost 10 years, and what I have been NEEDING since I could hold a thought. The evil in this reality, combined with how much I have been busting my ASS the past two years (!!) to change my experience and get the support I need, has burned. me. t.f. o u t.

someone shows up. (I love that part – no questions asked – no power over bullshit games of “I know what’s best for you” – people just SHOWS UP oh my GOD how long have I been saying LOVE JUST SHOWS UP?!?!?!?!)

Need your roof repaired?
A neighbor does it.
Need childcare?
The community organize it.
Sick at home?
Meals appear at your door, no asking required.

Visitors are told something shocking: “You can’t buy anything here, but you can receive everything.”

There are:
No Supermarkets, only gardens. No landlords, homes are shared. No job titles, only chosen responsibilities.

And the strangest part?

Crime is almost nonexistent. Nothing to steal.
No hierarchy to impress.
No competition to resent.

A researcher once asked an elder: “How do you survive without money?”
The elder smiled.
“We use the oldest currency in the world, each other.”

This community has thrived for over 50 years.

Proof that belonging can build an economy stronger than wealth. #freedom #life #peace #EkstraOrdinaryo

Yes. WE ARE THE VALUE.

But since 99% of this place doesn’t get that, atm, it’s silver:

I find this very interesting – sharing this kind of a statement on his personal Twitter account instead of his Presidential account:

I like how she thinks:

I see columns. JFK. CIA. Could also be FED (which is 654 – could also be 456 mirrored – adding in more GOLD) = GOLD DESTROYS the FED.

“One stage at a time? Deconstruction. Dismantling. Arc de TRUMP

Symbolism = their downfall. The final act is here. Nothing can stop it. Incidentally, the Independence Arch in DC will be built adjacent to the Lincoln Memorial. 3 Stages…

Abraham Lincoln = 123 Today is Jan 23…1/23″

654 mirrored to 456:

Anyone know if there is?

And just like that – another conspiracy theory (DEWS) proves Truth:

Best for last (IMHO) – my girl saw this online yesterday and told me about it – I promptly forgot, and then this shows up on my page this morning. Only in a simulation – a game – so many characters (to entertain the human players) – that and/or clone reinsert:

The one on the right married Charlie Kirk. (Both Claude and Charlie passed away in September.) Both Claude and Charlie Kirk were prominent political activists and leaders. Both Erikas competed in beauty pageants. Each couple had two children together: one boy and one girl. And get this—both women share platinum blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and strikingly similar jawline features. Pretty wild coincidence, right?

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Praying for all in this “storms” path. Intending for the ease of the storm. Safety for all. Warmth. Shelter.

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Government Agencies (Social Services) Are NOT the Answer

This is my story. I am not alone.
******

When you see anyone suffering, do not tell them to call one of the myriad of government agencies. Not if you can help them.
These agencies are not only overburdened and understaffed, but they also refuse to see their incompetence.
I gave up going this route after almost a year of neglect, which includes a large local agency that completely dropped the ball on me numerous times.
Community Services Consortium
Right here in my area. This is my story.
I began by contacting them mid-Spring of last year (2025), inquiring as to what services they could provide me.
I shared my situation and what my goals were. This was a difficult call for me to make. I felt vulnerable, and it took a lot for me to share such personal information.
I went through FOUR employees who each dropped the ball on me (as in forgot about me – which included one who said “I really want to help you and I will come to you if I have to” – never heard back from him either). After weeks of this, I had to contact the Supervisor who put me in touch with a new person.
This person was not able to help me (although she was good at communication).
So back to the Supervisor I returned, who put me back in touch with the ORIGINAL person I spoke with, who never got back to me, even after a phone call conversation stating she was going to help me.
This was around late May/early June of last year.
After some more “dropped ball” moments, we finally connected via live remote meeting in July and discussed the scholarship I had been told about. I was to finalize the program and place of study, then get back to her.
Which I did.
We had another virtual meeting where she went over the scholarship process.
She told me there was still time to submit (the process opened up in June) and while she wouldn’t guarantee me the award as it was first come first time (meaning TIMELY SUBMISSION), she saw no reason I wouldn’t be approved, barring me making a mistake (which is why she was working with me to avoid any mistakes as she sat on the frigging board that approved scholarships so she knew her stuff).
After that meeting?
She disappeared on me.
I mean no contact. AGAIN.
No return calls.
No return emails or texts.
Even contacts with her Supervisor went unanswered.
I was also unable to submit my application because she was supposed to send me additional paperwork, which she never did.
I lost almost FOUR WEEKS in a process that is timely and competitive because of their failure to communicate.
After a month, I heard back from her.
Sorry – family emergency – can’t help you anymore, so I will pass you off to this person.
UGH!!! Why wasn’t I told sooner? No answer for that very basic question.
So I got assigned a new person, made an appt to finish up the application process, which we did, and on October frigging 5th, it was FINALLY submitted.
After I began the process in EARLY AUGUST (and had tried since April TO get help to begin with).
I got denied.
NO ONE TOLD ME.
I had to make several contacts to the last person who helped me, who told me the funds had already run out.
Which means I DID NOT GET MY APPLICATION IN ON TIME.
Again, which was NOT MY DAMN FAULT.
So I wrote the Agency Manager.
Documented everything. Emails. Dates.
I clearly showed there was a gross lack of communication on their part which denied me the right to submit my application in the necessary timely manner.
The end result?
The agency says they did not do a thing wrong and “followed proper protocols”.
Apparently, PROPER PROTOCOLS includes failure to communicate. Failure to NOTIFY clients that their person is no longer able to help and FAIL to provide a new person in a timely manner.
And now?
Now they have the f’ing audacity to tell me they are there for me.
So I asked: If this is true – WHY HAVE I NOT BEEN ASSIGNED A NEW STEP MANAGER after the LAST ONE quit back in October, again NO ONE TOLD ME OF THIS, and I wasted SIX f’ing WEEKS trying to connect with this person.
But nope.
She quit.
No one told me.
And no one has yet to apologize for this, OR assign me a new case manager, OR know if one will even be assigned TO me.
But they are “there” for me.
Like hell they are.
So let this serve as just one story in what I have been seeing are MANY (including a friend of mine who received the same type of treatment): THESE AGENCIES that receive GOVERNMENT FUNDING are just an extension of the government itself.
INCOMPETENT.
UNCARING.
THIEVES BOUND UP IN RED TAPE.
And the program they operate under?
Narcissistic (as in refusal to own behavior).
People in need are in need of real people’s support.
AGENCIES ARE NOT THE ANSWER.
Capiche? For now, I am right back where I started from last year – trying to get funding to increase my education so I can change my life for the better. Heal. Move on. BASIC HUMAN NEEDS. Talk about a slap in the face. After being told to “call this agency, go here” – essentially being put off by real people either unable or unwilling to help me out – my faith in humanity is pretty damn low at this time.

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1.19.26 ~ JFK Sleuthing (All On National Popcorn Day, too)

THIS is one of the best Q/JFK/Trump/Plan sleuthing’s I have seen. She does really good work! And I am doing my own adding with some amazing synchs I didn’t even see coming until the Universe just guided me a long.

ING (LION):

“The International Netherlands Group (ING Group) is a global financial institution, formed in 1991 from a merger between Nationale-Nederlanden and the NMB Postbank Group, which offers financial services such as banking, insurance, and wealth management, but after a split in 2014, the insurance activity is now under NN Group, while ING Group focuses entirely on banking activities.”

Look at his eyes. They ain’t smiling. He knows…BAY OF PIGS…

Fragments of Forgotten Days
nsSoedropt


“In November 1998, John F. Kennedy Jr. attended an elegant party hosted by the legendary Fendi sisters in Rome, creating one of history’s most unexpected and poignant encounters when he found himself face to face with Aleida Guevara, daughter of Che Guevara, the Marxist revolutionary whose ideology stood in direct opposition to everything the Kennedy family had fought against during the Cold War. The moment carried extraordinary historical weight, as Aleida’s father had helped establish the very Cuban government that John’s father President Kennedy had attempted to overthrow through the disastrous Bay of Pigs invasion in 1961, an operation that remained one of JFK’s greatest presidential failures and a defining moment in Cold War tensions. Yet in the sophisticated surroundings of the Fendi celebration, with Alda and Carla Fendi serving as gracious hosts, these two children of famous revolutionary figures connected over the shared burden of living under the enormous shadows cast by their legendary fathers. Aleida later told The New York Times that she and John discussed the unique challenges of being offspring of men who had changed world history, and she described him as a beautiful person, revealing her ability to separate the charming man standing before her from the president who had authorized military action against her homeland decades earlier. The photographs from that evening capture something rare and precious, two people whose fathers had been ideological enemies meeting with genuine warmth and mutual understanding, proving that the next generation need not inherit the conflicts and divisions that defined their parents’ era. John’s presence in Rome that November evening, mingling effortlessly between Italian fashion royalty and the daughter of a Communist icon, embodied his unique position as American aristocracy without pretension, someone who could bridge worlds and generations with natural grace that made even the most unlikely connections feel inevitable and right.

Remember when John went to Italy on April 20, 1996 to visit the Valentino Design House? Guess who frigging died today – of all days? The same Designer who established the Valentino Design House. !!! THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES.

The legendary Italian fashion designer Valentino Garavani, known simply as Valentino, passed away today, January 19, 2026, at his home in Rome at the age of 93, leaving behind a legacy of glamour, iconic red gowns, and dressing royalty and Hollywood stars for decades.

Looking through Q posts for April 20 – they include AS THE WORLD TURNS, which was the soap opera interrupted during Kennedy’s assassination on 11/22/63. Also included for April 20: END.

KP still elevated:

Today’s earthquakes. Check out that pattern off the western coast of Alaska:

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1.19.26 ~ Finds/Headlines For Today Plus a Check-In: The Energies – KP SKYROCKETS to a 9 METALS UPDATES And REFLECTING ON GERONIMO

I felt a shift overnight into this morning. Another one of those experiences where for days – who am I kidding – weeks I felt myself pushing through a dense, disgusting layer of unwanted fog (perhaps another layer of the “great filter”). I did a bunch of inner shifting/releasing/refocusing last night – slept pretty deeply – where I woke up feeling Lighter, more motivated, and absolutely famished. Stomach growling – which hasn’t happened in a very long time. I couldn’t get enough food in me – even after a meal, I had to eat a protein bar and chocolate.

Then I get online and see this:

Maybe the hunger thing has something to do with this – holy shizbot:

Now some reflecting on GERONIMO. I had a nudge to watch Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson last week. In the movie he talks about that word – GERONIMO. He says it’s an action of taking a leap of faith – an act of love – and LOVE gives you the wings to act. There are only TWO Q posts that contain the word but there’s just ONE with it used as the word itself: POST 144

TWO 100 car pile-ups:

https://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/100-vehicles-pile-michigan-crash-snowstorm-moves-country-129359102

https://wsbt.com/news/regional/jackknifed-semi-truck-causing-closures-east-i-196-extended-time-until-cleared-winter-weather-advisory-travel-road-conditions-whiteout-zeeland-ottawa-county-traffic

SILVER:

COPPER (still out of stock):

He also re-Truthed these two:

3I Atlas:

https://avi-loeb.medium.com/are-the-three-mini-jets-coming-out-of-3i-atlas-at-120-degree-separation-a-technological-signature-ba748a017aa0

GREENLAND:

https://www.dw.com/en/greenland-updates-denmark-floats-nato-mission-on-island/live-75558976

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1.18.26 ~ Some Finds Including Jupiter’s Moon Numbers Continue to Climb and is Copper Next Onstage?

95 moons now. 2010? 60-70. In this simulation, they can add whatever they want. I’m still waiting for them to show the giant Jesus in the sky.

Now that silver is (finally) joining the stage, I decided to see about buying a couple of ounces of copper. About all I’m seeing are 1 oz rounds not coming out until next month or I am given the option to be alerted when back in stock. However, check out eBay if you’re inclined. There are people selling their collection, so not recent mint but pure .999 copper 1 oz rounds.

Gaslighting – unless he’s already a few months in the future:

Fuch their “real id”. I really wish people would refuse this.

https://www.tsa.gov/news/press/releases/2026/01/15/45-fee-option-for-air-travelers-without-real-id-begins-february-1

I’ve tried sharing similar things with locals to no avail. I did tell my mom she was watching a movie – actors – designed to wake her up to the truth of this reality. She said she just didn’t want to hear any more of what I had to say. I just shrug. Ok….

Iranians Protest and Fight Back Against Murderous Islamic Regime

Portugal’s ‘Chega’ Party Poised to Bring the Right to Power in Presidential Election – Headed to Runoff Against Socialists

State Department Freezes Visas to 75 Countries at “High Risk of Public Benefits Usage” Including Somalia (VIDEO)

And an html end code of 22:

Mysterious Tiktoks On The Internet Today! (Ep 55)

DarkWaters9

High-speed trains collide after one derails in southern Spain, killing at least 21

17th. Antarctica.

Doing some more Q drop sleuthing:

GREENLAND:

He left out an [ing] – bring(ING) – see below:

AURORA map for the 19th-20th in the U.S.

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Tuning In To The Collective: Would Someone Please Stop Shaking The Snowglobe? All I (WE) Want Is to Have Peace of Mind. For Now, We Fake It. Finding Peace in the Suck.

WHO IS SHAKING THIS DAMN SNOW GLOBE??!!

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Now and then, I will go looking to see what the rest of humanity is feeling. Support boards. Community boards. Local talk. That sort of thing. And I have been a bit surprised, perhaps it’s relief, to see a new trend of talk: people not wanting to leave their homes. World is too scary and crazy.

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I’m reflecting on this, even as I type. I feel it too – growing. As one who is highly sensitive (which IMHO just indicates you have a knowing about the hidden things of this reality and as such isn’t really a “special” title), I have long dealt with this desire to just stay home or close to home. Some call it agoraphobia. Fear of being “out there”, trapped. We are often told fear = false evidence appearing real.

Today? I say bullshit to that. Just another new age feel-good philosophical narrative designed to make those of us who ARE sensitive to the hidden evil here feel with the knowing something ain’t right about this place feel even more isolated, alone, crazy for how our bodies feel. AND a knowing we are in some way trapped inside of this snow globe, surrounded by a consciousness energy that has no compassion, care or concern for us. YUG!

I see more and more people “becoming” (Awakening) to it all, hence they too are feeling the need to just be at home where it’s safe. Safer shall I say.

For now, humanity is feeling this entire Snowglobe being shaken. For some it’s subtle (that sense will grow), for others it’s strong, almost violent. When we were told to take the 40,000 view, there was a reason for that statement. While we are inside of this space together as a collective, we can still practice being the Observer.

I’m also wondering if this “stay home/close to home” is serving another purpose – to get humanity out of the way of outer happenings for when things really “hit the fan” – AND Shift. The Sky Event moment. The moment that captures the attention of every one of us. For now it is building up leading to moments of “*%@!! would someone just stop shaking the damn snow globe?”

I just want some Peace of Mind.

The lyrics of the song are powerful in their truth:

Now if you’re feelin’ kinda low ’bout the dues you’ve been paying
Things is coming much too slow
And you wanna run, but somehow you just keep on stayin’
Can’t decide on which way to go, yeah-yeah-yeah

I understand about indecision
But I don’t care if I get behind
People livin’ in competition
All I want is to have my peace of mind

If ever there were words and a time that coincide EXACTLY where I am now, this is it.

We fake it, don’t we?

We fake being ok with this compete and pay to live b.s.

Go along with it because hey, we have to eat, right and what other options are there, really, no matter how “off grid” we go?

I’ve never been one to fake it. Because, well, it is FAKE. A fake, unnatural state of being. Doesn’t align with the Soul.

Indecision too. How many of you are feeling that indecision? I sure am. As in BIG TIME.

That indecision is a result of this place and all of its rules. Can’t go THERE because of this damn “law” of “theirs”. Can’t afford to go THERE because hey “they” decided to have this little pay to live game where some places are intentionally created to keep out others of less $tatus. Can’t do THIS even though it’s what you’re good at and enjoy because either you lack the skills “they” say you must have, lack the $$ to get yourself into that position of being seen and let’s be honest simply not enough spots because it all operates on COMPETITION.

Thinking of another song lyrics: You can’t always get what you want. But if you try sometimes you get what you need.

I never did like it. WHO is to say what it is I or any of us truly need? I’ve come to see it differently though – considering it was played at those Trump rallies. The lines were also used in a GEORGE News Publication in one of John’s Editorial Letters. Evil wanted us eliminated. But they aren’t getting that. Instead they are getting what they need – removed, eliminated. Mirror.

That said, we’re still in it, still bound by “their” rules and competition.

For now, we survive in this ever-shaking snow globe. Doing the best we can. Faking it as best as we can. Deep breathing and 40,000 foot observing. Which sucks the more one is Awake and longing for something we can’t quite fully remember (or maybe some can – I can’t seem to get into that full remembering just yet). But just like we know, the more we have Awakened, that this reality is absolutely utterly NOT HOME to our Souls, we also know this experience is temporary, we will break out of here, we are getting help in doing just that.

For now, find peace in the suck.

💖🙏

Victoria

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The Deprogramming Of Humanity ~ A Reflection

Shower portal time share, friends.

Some images I’ve seen in recent weeks have been staying with me.

Images of women, mostly white, having meltdowns. Public rages.

At the time I saw this, the comments were full of “crazy white liberal women”. And yet, I saw a bit of myself in these women.

It isn’t just the “crazy white liberal women”. It’s people of all ages, all ethnicities. Who isn’t feeling the intensity of the world? Of this Awakening?

I believe what we are feeling is, in par,t our own inner trauma coming to the surface. The words we did not share. The thoughts we kept to ourselves. The emotions.

And to add to that, we are literally unplugging from a reality that had our minds held captive, where we have been programmed from birth, fed lies and illusions by the system – the matrix computer – which wanted us to believe what we saw and were told was Truth. Unplugging the mind from all of that programming is tough as hell on its own. But add in the traumas that we all experience, some far less, some far more, and you just add in more emotional intensity during the deprogramming process.

This is an inside and outside experience. Seeing truth out there. Seeing truth in here (touching my heart).

Given I can only speak as a woman, I will share what I feel is happening with many of these “white liberal women”: A lifetime of neglect. A lifetime of abuse. James Brown, as much as I love his music, that dude was spot on when he sang, “This is a man’s world.” It has been. The energies of it slant heavily towards the masculine. Competition (for EVERY fucking thing). Pay to live, which forces us to hustle every day to DO DO DO. Slay the dragon. Get ‘er done. This is how this reality operates.

And as a woman – none of this aligns with me. It all feels so unnatural. Incomplete. While men may question the system as well, they are far more biologically designed to be a part of that system. Just ask any parent: “How do you feel when your boy goes out alone? How do you feel when your girl goes out alone?” We know the stats. We KNOW how it is and who is more vulnerable to assaults, attacks, abuse.

Women are the nurturers. The caregivers. We have innate abilities to resolve conflict peacefully. We seek to connect. It’s BIOLOGY.

NONE of these energies is included in the pay-to-live competitive system.

As women, we have had to fake it.

And given the time we’ve spent hiding and pretending, the time for fake is over. And now, all of those years, those decades of frustration we have hidden and faked it just to keep up is coming out.

Add in the years we spend raising our children, being told it is REAL work while we don’t get nearly the same respect for it as a worker out in the “real” world, we’re f’ing tired.

Remember when that video came out with Trump talking about a woman’s private area with that derogatory term? Remember the rage? I pretended not to feel any of my own. Even though I supported the man, when I heard that commentary, it brought up the numerous times my personal safety boundaries were violated, and all I heard was “that’s just how guys are”.

Yeah, NOT AN ANSWER.

This is just an example, of course, but I think we need to listen to these “liberal white women” just like we need to listen to ANYONE on stage now, protesting, lashing out. While I get that propaganda can indeed incite violence, quite often there is already something within that individual, an unresolved trauma, that has been triggered that needs to be seen.

Safety.

Space held.

To know, hey, it’s ok to feel this way.

Until we start doing this, until we can strengthen ourselves up enough, see our own inner triggers, and begin by holding a safe space for ourselves, as men and women, we will continue to judge those we see as behaving in a “crazy” manner.

When maybe they have a story to tell.

Something worth listening to.

And something to teach those of us who, for the moment, believe we have ourselves all under control.

💖

Victoria

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