Tuesday, April 24, 2018

The 5th World is close to shifting into a higher gear, thought the shaman. The Mandela Effect is ramping up…


“Timelines are cross-pollinating, bleeding into each other,” he said. “Some people have no idea what’s going on but feel that something isn’t right; that something is afoot but can’t put their finger on it.”…


“They’re too busy looking at their phones,” said the witch…


“Or believing the script that’s been written for them,” said the warlock…


But some people who weren’t addicted to their phones and were inclined to think for themselves were seeing things they hadn’t seen before. Strange, new neighborhoods and landscapes were popping up where they had not previously existed…


Landmarks, bridges, streets, houses and tunnels were appearing where a handful of lifetime residents hadn’t been aware of them until recently…


People were shedding memories like snakeskin, donning new histories, with only a few seeing the puzzle coming apart…


“The energies are increasing,” said the shaman. “And as they continue to increase, the pliability of reality will continue to shift, nudging human consciousness to be aware of what’s taking place.”…


“I thought CERN had something to with it,” said the troll…


“They love to take credit for something that’s been happening way before CERN was ever built,” said the witch. “Even though they are in the shuffle, they could shut down CERN today and the effects would continue unabated.”…


The shaman and the witch believed that the mysterious events taking place around the Mandela Effect were conditioning signs for the astute and aware; a pacifying effect on those who are waiting for a drastic change in the standard paradigm…


All of it was leading to a major shift in frequency, something predicted and long awaited. Nothing can stop the global metamorphosis, the reaching out to a much-needed apotheosis. The phenomenon is built to run in the machinery, immune to opposition…


“So when is this change supposed to happen?” said the troll…


“It’s happening now,” said the witch. “And it will continue to happen until people can no longer ignore it.”…


“It must be happening at the speed of a snail’s crawl,” said the troll…


“It seems that way because the mainstream is blocking it like they block everything else they don’t like,” said the witch…


“But the momentum is picking up,” said the warlock. “They won’t be able to hide it forever. It’s out of their hands. They know they’re losing control, that their rein is coming to a close.”…


“People will think they’re living on a different planet by year’s end,” said the witch…


The troll wouldn’t bet on it. He had heard promises in the past that never panned out. He was eternally hopeful but far from convinced…


Wednesday, April 18, 2018

They were at the park. “The sun looks white,” said the troll…


“Like white cheddar,” said the skank…


“Do you remember when it was piss yellow?”


“Sort of.” The skank held a hand up to the sun, shading her eyes, squinting as she looked at it. “There’s a lot of weird stuff going on with the sun nowadays; but speaking of piss, do you believe whores pissed on Trump when he was in Russia?”…


“I don’t know,” he said. “I’m not sure I even care. They say Hitler loved to have women shit on his face. Can you believe it?”…


“It puts a different spin on ‘shit-faced’, doesn’t it?” she said…


“Whatever turns you on,” said the troll. “Trump might be one of those weird guys that likes to do kinky things with whores. Things too kinky to do with his wife.”…


“Trump is a kinky thing no matter how you shake it out,” said the skank. “Like the way he talks about his daughter with women he’s having affairs with, as if they’re surrogates for Ivanka.”…


“You don’t think he fucked her, do you?”


“I have no idea,” said the skank. “But, honestly, I wouldn’t put it past him.”…


“No way,” said the troll. “That’s just too out there.”…


“Never know,” said the skank…


“That’s almost as bad as an old man marrying a ten year old girl.”…


“That is sick,” said the skank. “Just plain sick shit.”…