My carrots went up. lol

Carrots.

Local. $1/lb increase.

I either have turrets or my censor button is completely gone because I see these things and comment out loud. It just happens.

On we go. For some reason it feels like we’re in a lull – even with other things going on – there’s a lull in the force.

Please help contribute to my feed my teenager fund. lol No, seriously – this has gotten out of hand and I don’t like being desperate. I’m almost halfway through my schooling program. Lots to learn and process. Again, still looking for a Grantwriting Mentor.

Victoria

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Approximately 10km.

Strong 7.7-magnitude earthquake strikes eastern Indonesia, killing at least five

A powerful 7.7-magnitude quake struck eastern Indonesia early on Saturday, killing at least five people, causing widespread panic and collapsing buildings and homes in a region prone to deadly earthquakes.

Authorities had issued a tsunami warning, which has since been lifted, but there have been dozens of aftershocks, including one with a magnitude of 6.1.

Tsunami waves of ⁠less than one metre (three feet) were recorded in several areas.

aaahhh – moon hit 3x – to get it into a position. we know that damn thing is a mirror of us. Reflection. Inverted and upside down. So the Solar Event happens – coming from behind us – HITS the mirror – then comes right back to us. OR serves as a mechanical object like everything else here to help us unlock this mechanical prison clock, allowing us to FLASH OUT. GET OUT. Whatever.

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Been saying – whatever is putting out this movie doesn’t know a damn thing about Neurobiology.

I can’t do the “movie world stage” crap tonight.

I don’t know what to think at this point, my friends.

Trump, as we know, took over 1/4 million from AIPAC.

And THAT, my friends, is ILLEGAL.

Everyone in DC except for Massie is a criminal.

Every f’ing one of them.

And it is long past time we all see this and own it. (If you’re in another country, check and see if your area has an AIPAC tracker for your guberment monkeys).

So we obviously (as I have been saying and these days SCREAMING)…. we do not vote our way out of this.

If the military ain’t doing good things, we are screwed.

I can’t afford to wait anymore.

Not that I have a choice.

She speaks words of my heart:

I ain’t sleeping. I can’t afford to keep myself in my CBD oil. I’m f’ing so strapped in debt my brain freezes now. Survival mode has switched to full-on numbness sprinkled in with little moments of the need to beat to break some eggs only I cannot afford THAT pleasure (OMG the days of college when that is exactly what I would do – throw eggs or a couple of plates at my fence – today? DO NOT THROW THAT EGG!!!!!). Brain glitches. Several times today alone I suddenly stopped what I was doing and began twitching and shaking all over.

THIS

IS

NOT

LIVING.

Someone (with money) told me to just “go live your life”.

WITH WHAT FUNDS??!!

Take a vacation away.

REALLY?

One, I have f’ing claustrophobia in ANY space where I cannot flee immediately now – thanks to trauma that was wrongly treated for almost 20 years – and for some reason it’s all coming up to be seen – like RIGHT NOW – lol – and yeah i’m dealing with that as best as I can without losing my MIND. Anyway – yeah I WANT to travel – IF I HAD THE MONEY and some REAL HEALING TO HELP ME SHIFT THIS NIGHTMARE.

Live your life.

Go travel. Go on vacation.

Man, don’t EVEN with that b.s. with me today.

And it isn’t just me.

It’s my girl.

My beautiful girl.

Who believes she has no real future here. She has a plan, and she’s sticking to it, but she still doesn’t believe she will be ok out in that reality. Never afford a home to buy, much less rent. And she’s tired. My god my baby – she is so. tired. these days. And it hurts so deep to see her like this. So I do my best to stay up and positive. And I continue to tell her everything will be ok. I PROMISE her. There is a plan. It’s just taking far longer than I thought. But this is temporary. We WILL have a New reality. A new world. A MUCH better one.

“Mom,” she says, “you’ve been saying that for 8 years now”.

And I have.

I can’t argue with that.

She sees my eyes too – mom you look so tired. Mom you used to be so much happier.

After so many years – literally YEARS – of reassuring on top of dealing with the bullshit and abuse and trauma of trying to start my life over again, I can’t do it the way I once did. I’m alone here. No one around here to really talk to. And that is adding to my “I am LOSING it here and it scares me, and Jesus, is there anyone who really cares enough??!!” I’m not fucking around. I’m not doing this for attention.

I am fucking DONE living this way.

I am DONE begging like a little freak for $$ and support.

DONE waking up jerking all over the bed, consumed with panic and nervous system meltdown.

I do my little mantra’s every fucking night. IN fact, I have some new ones – have a digi recorder I forgot I had that literally repeats each file until you manually shut it off – so I am falling asleep listening for hours to the words that will feed my subconscious mind so that it will f’ing start working WITH me instead of against me.

Oh, anyone else wanting desperately for a new body?

Feeling this one just ain’t working out anymore?

It’s like I tell myself how calm I am and my nervous system now says, “the fuch we are!”

“Everything will be ok.”

NS: “Yeah? PROVE IT!”

“I am surrounded by love.”

NS: “Really? WHERE?”

“I trust myself.”

NS: “I trust NO ONE. CHANGE IS BAD. THIS REALITY IS AWFUL. I AM NOT SAFE.”

I NEED my CBD oil, but I cannot afford that expense. Frig, I just got hit with an unwanted expense earlier today. And I sat there and screamed at the message. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO PAY WITH, YOU ASSHATS? MY FUCKING LEFT KIDNEY? MY BIG TOE?

I mean FUCKING ENOUGH ALREADY.

So this g.d. White House account better be talking about FINANCIAL RELIEF instead of some stupid ass election. Because that is what the PEOPLE NEED NOW. IN THIS MOMENT.

WE do not NEED justice right this second. While we WANT to see it, we don’t really NEED it right this moment.

What do we need?

We NEED FUCKING FINANCIAL RELIEF.

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I read the article below earlier today, and it landed hard. But it was something I needed to see. Something the Universe knew I was ready TO see.

I saw so much of myself in it.

I felt invisible growing up, an experience that continued throughout my life.

When I have been with others in my life, family and even friends from years past, I never really felt seen for me. I always felt I was a fixture – someone to fill in a space.

Like a book on a shelf – only that book was not something to open up and read.

No one wanted to know the contents on the INSIDE – only how it looked on the outside and that it had a “fancy enough,” or “appropriate enough,” or “acceptable enough” title to deserve the spot on the shelf.

Opening up those pages was something I continued to try to do with others, mostly with the wrong people, until I slowly began to isolate myself.

Human connection, in person especially, became something that, for my nervous system, felt unsafe. Even dangerous. And my protector grew louder, telling me “no, don’t do that” or “do you REALLY want to take that risk? Remember what has happened to you. Remember what COULD happen.”

Even though my nervous system decided “ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH” and put out systems of panic, anxiety, and other symptoms to avoid people, deep within, the part of me that is authentic and whole, calls out louder and louder for connection.

Connection with the right people. Those who are willing to open their own inner pages and share. Those who want to see my own inner pages.

Earlier this evening, I spent time playing the piano. So many songs I know and love to play. Often when I play, I am not alone. I am playing to an invisible audience. Sometimes I fill it up with people I know. I saw tonight that doing that leaves me feeling lonely, whereas over the past many years, it has felt safe. It’s been enough.

But tonight?

Tonight I realized I want more.

A shift had taken place.

I remembered how I used to feel playing for people.

Playing in public.

That is who I used to be.

That is who I want to bring out again.

All of this hit me quite hard, and I had to excuse myself to find quiet solitude in the other room where I could release tears.

I MISS that person.

I MISS who I used to be.

I MISS PLAYING MUSIC WITH OTHERS.

Out in public.

That connection.

I need connection.

Then I got angry.

Angry over the why and how I became this way.

As one who has experienced ongoing abuse, I slowly shut down inside. Isolated myself. Chose isolation over the possibility of being harmed. My nervous system and my body tell me: people connecting is dangerous. Giving your heart is dangerous. Being ME is dangerous. That abuse was like ongoing little knives to my nervous system and my body. Those little knives not only made me detach from taking risks and from connecting, but they also caused cognitive issues. Brain issues. Tummy issues.

Invisible injuries.

But deeply felt.

And very real.

The insidiousness of all of this left me feeling a rage tonight I hadn’t felt before. An interesting combination: remorse and rage.

The article below helped me see how and why I put myself on social media. I see why I come on here and pour my heart out. I see why the next day, if there are no comments or private messages, I have such powerful, palpable responses within my body. It’s almost like self-torture. Put myself out there expecting a certain result (connection that makes me feel safe and seen and protected), not getting the result, withdraw for a while, then repeat.

UGH.

Time to break that cycle.

Because real connection won’t happen this way. Not at the level of depth I need.

Not at the level of depth ANY of us need.

Surface connecting is a good place to start when I am shut down, not trusting – feeling afraid, and unsafe to open up my heart again. At some point, the risk must become stronger than the fear of keeping myself in a bubble, feeling safe enough, but not really connected.

After a lifetime experience of having my heart trampled on when I HAVE been ME, especially after 2016, Trump, and covid, where my personal belief system was so attacked, found so repulsive, people walked out of my life, I hesitate. Do I take the risk? Especially today? On top of the abuse I mentioned above and previous experiences throughout my life (feeling like a fixture), my nervous system began to say “enough”.

After 2016, I resorted more to going on social media and making my connections that way. Fewer problems there. No human emotion to be truly felt – only PRESUMED by me – meaning I get to control the emotional interaction – and if words do become harmful – I can fire back safely.

But what happens inside?

What is happening inside during all of this?

Longing.

Emptiness.

Wanting SO MUCH to connect but fighting the protector that is telling me “NO. THIS IS NOT SAFE. WE WILL NOT BE HURT AGAIN.”

We will not be hurt again.

The message within that I hear so much these days.

So, due to this lack of connection and feeling safe growing up, feeling seen, I go online looking to fill that void. This isn’t just something young people do as the article below asserts. People of all ages do this. And while this allowed me to find so many people, including some of you, who share the same perspectives and opinions, I know I want that connection in person.

NEED it.

I didn’t know that this (social media) was not the ultimate way TO fill that void. Or perhaps I did, and I just chose to dismiss it.

While it can be a tool, the start TO build a sense of safety through connecting, ultimately to truly rebuild my nervous system’s need for safety, this needs to be done with in-person connection with people who have shown me and my nervous system that they are safe – that they are trustworthy, while also building my own sense of self, where I trust myself enough to know if a relationship ends, I have enough of my own solid foundation, where I know I can build again.

So…I do appreciate this piece below. I was thinking before I even read it – how back in my parents’ day, couples got together. Played cards. Played games. Went dancing. Bowling.

I don’t remember any of them ending relationships over politics or arguing over what the media pundits were saying at the time.

Something got lost along the way.

Something that started after the introduction of the internet and social media.

Then things began to change in 2016 after that election. A division took place.

And it’s been growing ever since.

And then something really happened during covid, with the media hype pushing fear 24/7, we got programmed to fear one another.

Virtual phone calls took the place of in-person gatherings.

Telehealth flourished and continues today. It is actually a challenge now to find counselors who will see you in person.

COUNSELORS.

The people who are supposed to be trained in the social and biological needs of human beings, including one of the top needs of CONNECTION.

A new collective trauma was formed.

And we still have not healed from it.

But we can begin the process.

And to do that, we can show up for one another and listen.

See.

And remember what it was like to truly connect without letting things like politics and media-pushed narratives interfere with our need to just hang out, laugh, and play a game of cards.

******

Trauma Aware America

Shay Seaborne

When people grow up without reliable experiences of being seen, known, and meaningfully connected, the self becomes fragile. 

The “loud ego” is often not a sign of inner strength but a compensatory response to a profound internal void: an attempt to feel real, valued, or powerful in a world that has failed to offer those feelings through stable, nourishing relationships.

As interpersonal safety declines–due to factors like family instability, economic precarity, competitive schooling, and social disconnection–many young people turn to performance and visibility as a survival strategy.

Social media offers a measurable form of attention that mimics connection. It rewards projection over authenticity, and encourages constant self-curation rather than mutual presence.

This rise in external validation-seeking isn’t a moral failure. It’s a signal. It tells us that something essential is missing: safe relationships, community reflection, shared meaning, and rituals of belonging that support the formation of a coherent, grounded self.

Influencer culture has become a stand-in for what our nervous systems actually crave: to feel felt, to matter, and to experience resonance with others. But instead of co-regulation, it offers metrics. Instead of depth, it offers reach.

Until we rebuild environments where people feel known from the inside out, not the outside in, we’ll continue to see loud egos and the suffering behind them, rising in the cultural tide.

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There are 17 Q posts for June 24th, btw. Some of the interesting phrases included in those 17 drops:

Shall we play a game once more?

Remember Your Oath.

It had to be done this way.

WWG1WGA

And images of Obama outlining treason charges.

Moving on…

So – got some news today we did not want to hear – regarding $$. All will be ok in time – just another delay I did not want or need. Daughter as well. I then heard from the job coach, who still has not heard from the educational training institute.

I sat there – stewing.

Like really stewing.

Having yet another WTF moment – only it was more of a W T A F.

So I did some deep breathing.

Let myself feel how god damn stuck and trapped I feel in my life.

Then breathed it out and did my best to just surrender it.

Just f’ing surrendered it. all.

It was in those next moments of peace that I remembered where I was 17 years ago – at this exact time.

And what I experienced then. And how that time back then matches what I am experiencing now.

What I remembered and carried – still – in my body.

And this quiet voice within told me to check the Ethiopian calendar and compare the month of July to November.

So I did.

And I found something – and put it altogether below:

Victoria, Certified Pattern Recognition Specialist
@nina_leone11
·
9h
Personal decoding.
Got an aha moment.
Went on a nudge, found what I was looking for.
We’ve been told that we are using the Ethiopian calendar for time travel; I can’t remember why.
On the Ethiopian calendar, July is the 11th month.
17 years ago in July, I had an experience.
A sky event.
Whereby I was guided to see this was us from the future.
At the time, NOTHING was working out for me.

And I mean nothing. I was blocked at everything I was doing.

That included working with a job coach to help me find work.

6 weeks after having that Sky event moment, I found out I was pregnant with my wonderful daughter.
A life renewal.

I had purpose again.

Now here I am 17 years later, I am in the exact same situation.

Literally the exact same situation. Blocked on things I want to do.

Working with a job advisor again.

Completely and utterly stuck.

None of this is a coincidence.

I also had a dream many years ago where John Kennedy Jr was showing me a calendar saying all would be revealed by the 11th month and the 22nd day.

I had another Sky event a couple of nights ago.

I was again nudged to look up to the sky and saw what an overly bright star was.
It was so bright I even commented, “What is that?”
It just suddenly seemed to appear.
As I observed it, it slowly faded.
There were no clouds in the sky.
It was a reminder of that event I had 17 years ago. I FELT it.
It’s all coming to a close.
It’s also no coincidence that in 2016, the day after Trump was elected, that event sent ripples into the timestream that I felt.
And the experience, the feeling, was very nice.
Liberating.
I suddenly knew that everything is going to be okay.
I knew that because a part of my consciousness was already in that future timeline.
Trust me when I say it feels good. It feels natural.
Free.
Completely free of worries, and I mean completely.
That time is upon us.
And July is actually November.
Could it be that when Elon and VK were showing us the 7-Eleven, they were not necessarily showing a date but were letting us know that July is actually November?

Good thing I did take a screenshot:

They’re kind of everywhere – poking at us “goyim”:

VK Returns:

July 17:

Favorite Fun Time! Revisiting Bill Wood. The moves being made on the chessboard at the end are being forced by the winning hand – aka the good guys.

Interesting. I watched it through – only spins one way. Then I willed it to reverse – and it did. Is this some kind of a trick?

12:12

Pretty sure the Golden Dome protects the entire realm:

GOLDEN DOME – gematria (the first two are nice little synchs from my decoding above):

November

John John

Third Eye

Guardians

White Hat

Zero Day

Escaping

New Earth (I think that may be a first for this phrase)

Using the Quantum Computer:

BTW – the Great American State Fair starts in two days – runs from June 25-July 10th.

P6: I was in DC in the 80’s – visited the Air and Space Museum. It was quite impressive. UFC Claw is gone.

Fences at the Reflecting Pool and a Sneak Peak at the Air and Space Museum

Speaking of a sky Event:

I forgot I had subscribed to this channel. Very nice Piano music.

Sleep in a Forest at Night Time | Reflections in Nature

maldives ocean waves: 1 hour of pure paradise

Clearing Emotions from Liver, Kidneys, Lungs and Heart

9-18 Breaths. 1x/week

Lungs: Breathe in the color white. Exhale with a “ssssss”

Kidneys: Breathe in Blue. Exhale with a “chew” sound.

Liver: Breathe in Green. Exhale with a “ssshhhh”.

Heart: Breathe in reddish/pink. Exhale with a sigh of “haaaaa”

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Hi Friends ~

I need to get some detox protocols for the family after being affected yet again by the . Same side of my body, only this time I am not at liberty to take a photo and share. Let’s just say I will not be able to ride my bike for awhile and that has me quite . The scar from last summer’s burn/blister on my calf continues to fade. The one on top of my hand has finally healed and is gone. Always on the same. side. of. my. body. And as I’ve said, this all began within 1 year of the rollout.

So I need to get more protocols. I have a little bit of money, but that is going towards food, leaving me with $7 left in my bank account until payday 10 days from now. If any of you have some extra funds, I would really appreciate it!

I keep thinking, “ok, this is the last time I – we – have to deal with this”. Then I move on and literally forget about it – then BAM – it happened. We know the c.v. j a b truth is all over the place now – just really want the shedding to gain front and center onstage as well. 87% took. That’s a lot of prion shedding. And I’m so overly, beyond spent finished DONE having to deal with this particular issue. Crimes against humanity. That’s all I’m going to say.

Victoria

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Well, after last night’s UFC fight – in which so far I have seen no one doing any decodes on it – leaving many – far too many – feeling let down yet again – feeling like if we had any sort of wishful wanting that all just served as more loosh for the system – while others who don’t care, aren’t concerned about it or who knows not to ever fall for any sort of hopium – even though they have it deep within because who the hell DOESN’T have that inner need for change now – well I’m just in that combination space of WTF and whatever.

Missing in this awakening are core human needs going unmet. And it’s harming every one of us to varying degrees.

Biology.

Heart.

Soul.

Safety.

I wrote this piece below today after seeing another human (and her child) being forced to live at a church because the system decided it was better to help those who come here from other places. When your life is at the point where you choose safety at a church over safety in the streets or worse, you know this entire reality is fucked up. MAJORLY FUCKED up.

I pause.

The “you should” voice creeps in. “Be positive.”

Yeah, time to squash that lie.

For I know this: fake it until you make it doesn’t reach where it needs to. While it inspires and motivates, all it takes is one stressful event to make you realize, “oh yeah, I didn’t deal with that deep enough.”

Is it any surprise that the more tech we have been given, and the more socially isolated we have become, the more dysregulated we are? Add in pay to live and compete to live and all of that heavy toxic gunk, and you get the following result: people exhausted, depleted, angry, overwhelmed.

Ya’ll know this, and ya’ll know how I feel about this reality. I don’t think of myself as being positive or negative – just f’ing honest. And to heal, we need TO be honest. Below is part of what I wrote earlier. The link to continue to read the rest is below. I ask for financial support too, as I have been crushed in that department. And given the lack of support my nervous system needs, plus the competition to find additional help (which is INSANE the lengths of these wait-list – which you end up having to rely on because no one else is stepping up to fill in that gap) and the lack of financial luxury I have to pay someone who is available but does not accept my insurance – well – fuck it – I am desperate. The demands on me have taken an effect, and it’s noticeable: in how I look – how I talk – how I sleep. It isn’t uncommon to see me put my hands on my ears and walk away – for even the most basic of requests. I mean, what fucking reality is it EVER ok to force a human to stay in a situation that is harming them and their child, and when you ask for help you get gaslit, ignored, or judged? It is my hope people read these words and expand their heart and minds because without these needs being met by one another, by the military, by God or forces beyond, we’re f’d.

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Human Needs and Healing

I have learned a lot about the basic needs of a human.

Too often, social media is filled with cute little one-liners or long-drawn-out dribble by “experts” who say your emotional well-being is up to you and you alone.

People on the sidelines acting as cheerleaders.

“You can do it! I believe in you!”

“Keep going!”

Helpful, yes. But not enough.

Then there is one of the most damaging lines:

“Just push yourself more.” Quite often, pushing yourself does more harm. I experienced this when I pushed myself to burnout last year. I’m still in that phase, trying to regulate, and this time, working at a pace that meets my needs. Listening TO my body instead of ignoring her. And as I have learned, the nervous system communicates to us via sensations, senses, feelings. So throwing words at a system already on high alert is not effective. That said, the RIGHT words combined with calm and authentic compassion can help the person begin the process of calming down and returning to center. Words like, “I see you are upset. I hear you. What can I do to help you right now?”

Unfortunately, many experts lack knowledge about the nervous system and what is needed to heal and thrive. I have written about this before, but it is worth repeating, for it is that important. I view the nervous system like the car’s electrical system. If you have even just one wire out of place or damaged, the car isn’t going to operate at full capacity. And just like the car cannot magically fix that wire itself, a human cannot just fix a dysregulated nervous system on his/her own.

The nervous system has four needs:

• Safety – Secure
• Connection – Co-Regulation
• Rest – Safe deactivation
• Activation – Safe Movement/Mobilization

For anyone who has trauma, those four are needed to heal.

Which means one thing: no one heals in a bubble.

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So this happened today…

We HAVE to be at the end.

I have spent all of 2026 so far trying to get funding for educational training for a new career.
This after I literally wasted all of 2025 with another agency doing the same thing.

I was to have my final appointment today…

— Victoria, Certified Pattern Recognition Specialist (@nina_leone11) June 9, 2026

I’m not quite sure how to feel about this or how to take it.

I need to feel safe.

My daughter needs to feel safe.

So I don’t always look out into the world with eyes that say everything is ending new is coming in.

I look out into the world as a mom first and foremost.

I don’t feel I have the luxury of just being in a state of allowing and letting go.

I’ve always told my daughter Safety First and that remains my priority.

And to build that safety to create it to manifest it in this current reality requires a lot of money.

Perhaps one of the reasons why I’m going through this and experiencing this is to get that message out into the collective Consciousness because there are still far too many people who aren’t hearing me or seeing this reality.

I’m not alone in this.

I see so many other stories from women especially moms who say “all I need is a financial miracle to take the next step forward.”

That is exactly where I am.

Victoria

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I need extra help this month. I am raising funds for gas and rent increase – at this point in the game. $40 gas budget only gets you half a tank. Someone help me calm my tummy and the middle-of-the-night wake-up in panic moments.

It’s hard to find the light – even though it’s there within. We know the financial challenge that has impinged too many of us for far. too. fucking. long. FAR too long. I get the plan. Logically.

Tell that to my body. My beautiful nervous system. To your body and nervous system. When you have any sort of trauma – and who doesn’t – when you’re under ongoing impingement of any sort – it’s hard as hell to trust the plan. Or to FEEEEEEEEEEL those words in your body. The body says “NOTHING HAS CHANGED RED FLAG RED FLAG DO NOT TRUST”.

Command the end of this Enslavement.

Victoria

This ME ME ME look it at how GREAT ME ME ME IS – has gotten so old – plan or not. I’ve had enough experience with that pattern. I wonder if he would let me play (behind a curtain – with fans on me – water next to me – and the option to flee).

You know – didn’t I say something about June 14-24 last night? 10 days of “darkness”? Maybe? I don’t know – we’ll see.

I think – I COMMAND – we see the end of the movie on 6.24. Batman. Gotham City – which was actually in New Jersey. GEORGE NEWS said years ago “WATCH NEW JERSEY”.

I incarnated into the wrong country.

9.7 km. BOOM there you go!

Saving IS RA EL for last. Traitors.

Tell me the system is inverted without actually saying the words:

He does, however, have a point – how WE THE PEOPLE are not “allowed” to criticize much less question Israel.

https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/oil-prices-fall-white-house-signals-will-maintain-ceasefire-iran-unless-american

I wonder how many are brewing their own:

https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/beer-demand-goes-flat-even-alcoholics-pull-back-gas-above-4

https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2026/jun/04/gaza-flotilla-australian-women-assaulted-abused-israeli-detention-penny-wong-ntwnfb

KP hasn’t done much, btw.

How? I will tell you how. Simufuckinglation, that’s how.

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Today I thought back to the first Anon/truther/patriot/fighter I knew who died during this right. Annie. Anyone remember her from anonup? Such a powerful Soul who succumbed to medical issues that could have been cured – someone could have found a way to give her the cure she needed. The help she needed.

I see people glorify those who spoke out – the big names – Cornell, Bennington – most of them are probably still here – taken into protection services.

But no one talks about the “smaller” people.

The people who have lost friends and family due to political philosophy.

Due to refusing to take a god damn vaccine.

Or wearing a mask.

Or voting for the orange man or the ice cream freak.

People – regular people – amazing people – losing careers. Jobs. Homes.

Bankruptcy. Burnout.

While the loudmouths with the high following say “trust the plan”.

Someone I know – his wife – is slowly dying of liver disease. An Anon. (below is his wife’s go fund me page):

Think he feels better being told to “trust the plan”?

Do any of us at this point?

Victoria

Hostage situation at a Chase bank in CALI:

WTH is with manhole cover incidents lately? First, it’s people coming out of them. Today it’s someone falling IN one!

Why don’t they just all go away?

Q did mention the BANK OF ALBANIA many years ago. Connection?

The people pf Albania aren’t having it either:

This is a new level of insanity – and terrifying too: Oregon, through a court order issued by a Federal Judge, is set to release violent criminals who were originally sentenced under Measure 11. Crimes include rape, assault, kidnapping, and murder.

Two researchers with the National Institutes of Health were charged with conspiracy to smuggle monkeypox into the United States

I am sure there were signs. And likely neglect from the system, including the police who see such things as a “civil matter” – until it’s not. This is so sad!

A several hundred foot tall flame from a ruptured tank following the attack in St Petersburg

it all but has for me. but hey, trust the plan, right?

Keep exposing this toxic crime against humanity: CHEMTRAILS

CIA accused of ‘poisoning the sky’ with toxins as files expose secret weather control agenda

In fact, the memos noted that federal funding for the secret program was set to be four times higher in 1967 – the same year the US began spraying toxins over Vietnam to cause floods and landslides.

One post on X claimed: ‘The CIA has been poisoning the sky and controlling the weather since 1965!’

The 18-page report was recently shared by conspiracy theorists, years after it was quietly placed into the CIA’s public archives, including a letter praising the classified operation from US President Lyndon B Johnson.

Johnson’s endorsement of the CIA’s weather modification project came just three years after he gave an ominous speech on the future of America and the work to create ‘weather satellites’ with the power to strengthen storms.

While giving the commencement address at Southwest Texas State University in May 1962, then-Vice President Johnson said: ‘He who controls the weather will control the world.’

I cringe when I see more future events on this timeline. Just – NO:

I thought this was interesting. Showing us Whitney is still alive?

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ZELLE: themamatrinity@gmail.com

CASHAPP: $VictoriaT1144

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