Friday, June 15, 2018

Yesterday when they went to the Getty Museum, he couldn't blame his bad experience on the shrooms. It was the first time he had ever felt this way. The opulence of the museum only served to increase the feeling of being possessed by something dark and malicious...


It was a bad vibe that had taken hold of him almost as soon as they arrived. But it wasn't only a feeling. Visions also came to him, wrapping themselves around his brain like a crippling net...


In his mind he saw a man being taken away without force because they had him in some kind of trance...


"We're going to take your soul," they said without speaking. "You're not going to die. We're just taking your body away because we're going to have it for lunch."...


The reptoids explained that they were going to deposit the man's soul in a synthetic body with a biological heart and brain that would interface with the chips and circuitry of the artificial form. The synthetic avatar ran on Rh negative blood. It was a place for his consciousness to reside...


They explained in further mind-talk that he required some biological components in order to better approximate the actions and desires of a true human...


All of this came to the troll as he and the skank sat at the outdoor restaurant of the Getty Villa eating cheeseburgers...


"Are you okay," she said. "You look depressed."


"I'm seeing things in my mind," he said. "Things I don't want to see."...


"The shrooms?"...


"Not even," he said. "I don't know what it is, but I can't shake it."...


"Wanna leave?"...


"I think it'd be a good idea. It's not a good vibe. Can you drive?"...


"I'm coming down," she said. As soon as they were on the freeway heading south, the oppressive feeling began to dissipate until he was left with a mild throbbing ache at the back of his head...


"Feel better?"...


"Yeah," said the troll. "A lot better." He tried to recall what the abducted man looked like as the car sped down the freeway. But the man's face kept falling apart as if it were made of wet toilet paper...


"For what it's worth," said the skank, "I didn't get a whole lot out of it, except that it was a day at the museum. I mean, I didn't feel anything weird at all. So what does it mean?"...


"I have no idea," said the troll. "But I don't want to feel like that again. It was like having a bad nightmare with your eyes wide open."...


The skank thought it was just an overactive imagination. If they had gone there without thinking that reptilian beings were housed beneath the museum eating humans, he probably wouldn't have reacted so negatively, she thought...


"We're going to be home early," she said. "Wanna go to the beach for a while?"...


"Sure," he said, "why not."...


Wednesday, June 13, 2018

There are butcher shops beneath the Getty Museum near the sea that cater to reptilian humanoids who love the taste of human flesh. The news of this latest rumor reminded the troll of the Dulce, New Mexico underground alien base where the same scenario was believed to have played out years ago...


Some things don't change, he thought. They're just given different labels and recycled...


Word online is that human traffickers are selling black market harvested organs, then unloading the rest of the carcass with the same reptoid beings that dine beneath the Getty Museum, nestled in the high ground above the Pacific...


There were echoes of the Denver airport in these new rumors...


But didn't David Wilcock say years ago that these snakelike creatures had been ousted off the planet by liberating white-hat aliens? Now all of a sudden, the lizards turn up in LA under the Getty Museum, eating abducted humans, snacking with relish on their tasty quota...


The internet is full of conflicting stories; fact and fiction mix with outright lies and homespun delusions...


The New Earth and the Antichrist are bound to meet somewhere in the middle where everything is converging, thought the troll...


The unity consciousness that's talked about as a spiritual element of the times seems to be something akin to the Holy Grail. Did it ever really exit and is it worth looking for?...


"Ever wonder if world governments sell pieces of their populations to human-eating reptilians?" he said...


"I thought they've been doing that all along," said the skank. "Didn't Eisenhower make a treaty with them back in the 50s?"...


"That's what they say," said the troll. "But now the word is that some crime organizations (the same ones that procure children for elite pedophiles) have turned it into a new way to make money by selling humans to hungry reptilian aliens."...


"I think they got a free pass to scarf a certain amount of us in exchange for technology," said the skank. "But the witch says you'd have to agree to this in your pre-birth agreement, otherwise they can't touch you, unless you sold your soul in a previous life, then you're on your own."...


"To be honest with you," said the troll, "I don't really believe it. It's just too fucking weird."...


Though he was probably telling the truth, the skank was still reading his mind. "So when do you want to go visit the museum?" she said...


"Tomorrow," he said. "We'll take some shroom and make it a day."...


"Sounds like a plan," she said. "We'll leave early to avoid the traffic."...


Tuesday, June 12, 2018

The world is changing, thought the witch. It was changing in ways that some people saw and others didn't; and it was changing in pop culture politics as well. Mainstream stories that no one could fail but see, awed at the improbable spectacle, had some people more than bemused...


Trump storming the White House was only the beginning of these improbable events. Now it's happened again. Trump and Dear Leader Kim sitting at the same table, smiling at each other. POTUS respects and understands dictators intimately because at heart that's what he is, was, and probably always will be...


No one she knew was popping their gum about it. Most people were suspicious of the whole thing. It was too easy, much too pat...


She loved the psychology of the location: Singapore. Considered a police state by some, a place where you can get cited for feeding pigeons or lashed for littering the sidewalks. This severe enforcement accounts for the pristine nature of the city, free from human trashing of the environment...


Choosing it as the meeting place for the Nuclear Summit was brilliant. It was a subtle way of showing Kim what he too can accomplish in time; run a tight, profitable ship, but don't take shit from anyone. He could sit like a king among such disciplined splendor, ruler of it all...


The witch wondered if this would be enough to make him give up his war toys? Has sanity finally come to Kim Jong-un? Does he have dreams of transforming North Korea into a controlled party town with tourists coming and going and behaving to his will, or else? Would this be enough? wondered the witch...


She didn't always read the cards correctly; reading them sometimes with her heart instead of her head...


Trump was still a world class asshole in her book, but he carried a definite energy that she couldn't dismiss or brush aside. Benito Mussolini was another charismatic dictator that was every bit the asshole and had a lot in common with Trump...


Everyone was witness to it. Trump had rattled the rust right off the stodgy Washington political machine, had made enemies, and was actually scoring some big, historic points. She could not back away from that...


POTUS had a way of making enemies with everyone. But it was only temporary. When the time is ripe, enemies can always put differences aside to come together for the common good...


But it was much too early to tell about young Kim. With a track record like the Dear Leader's, it's best to not assume a quick fix. Disneyland in Pyongyang might be the long range plan for all concerned, but the witch wasn't going to hold her breath waiting for it to happen...