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Regarding Simulacra

I have recently read some excerpts from Jean Baudrillard’s “Simulacra and Simulations”. While I still have much more to read, I think I get the jist of it.

“Welcome to the desert of the real” is what Morpheus says to Neo in the first Matrix movie. It came from the book called “Simulacra and Simulations”, a book seen in that first part of the trilogy, and that is for sure!

I am struck by the amount of simulacra I see in this world.

For starters, there is the fact that, do to circumstances beyond my control, I am sincerely desiring justice for crimes that were done against me since I was a child. Ironically, I have recently seen many children wearing these clothes from a new fashion line called, you guessed it, “Justice”.

There is some debate over freewill. If you go on youtube or even just enter the term in a search page, you might find that there is a growing number of people that doubt the existence of freewill. I am one such person who feels that they never truly had freewill, due to the orchestrated nature of my life. I am disturbed by the movie known as “Free Willy”, because I now see it as a simulacra for that which was supposed to have been granted to human beings, but is seen less and less, given the laws that have been put in place over the past decade.

The assassinations of John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King were disturbing to say the least. It seemed that most Americans admired these two men for what they stood for. It is sad to note that what was given to the American people in exchange for these two prominent leaders was the renaming of streets in their “honor”. A street in exchange for a person, much less a leader, is anything but honorable.

I hear people say, “through grace alone I am saved”, and then I see this woman on tell-a-vision, who has the last name “Grace”. I meet a friend with a dog with the same name… is God playing a big hideous joke on me???

Do these things act, in some perverse way, as an exchange for qualities that people so desperately want to see in the world, but are severely lacking, because when people embody these ideals, they become targeted for assassination, or what is now being called “soft kill” and “slow kill”?

So what’s next, I wonder? Will I soon see a new makeup come out called “Truth”, a laundry detergent called “Love”? Will we be seeing streets named “Freedom” soon? How about a new hamburger called “Liberty and Justice for All”. Perhaps they already exist.

To those orchestrating this whole “world” of simulacra: You aughtta be hung for what you are doing to the meaning of things, and what it bodes for the whole world, while you sit in high places, laughing at the general populace, whom you herd like sheep and have controlled with music, movies and tell-a-vision. No wonder people are so messed up these days, with your “shock and awe” campaign against the peoples of this world with your wars and your false flag events, traumatizing the subconscious, and even the collective consciousness as a whole! What ever gave you the right to do these things to humanity?

More to come…




I Love My Daughter


I am afraid that I may be dying, and since I have no insurance, I have no way of knowing for sure if I have a physical ailment. My constant pain would indicate that I do, yet the clinics can only provide the very minimum of care for me, and when I have spoken of and shown my implants, and when I’ve brought up ritual abuse, basically, I have been called a liar.

I make mention of the possibility of my death because I am afraid for my daughter, not having a parent who is aware of all the things that created the worst problems in her own life. You see, I lived most of my life, unconscious of what caused me to be so unwell in the first place. Now that I am aware of it, and aware of how they force everyone to be right-handed out of convenience, whether or not it is natural to them. Since this is what happened to me (see “The Case for the Left”), and since I see how it has also had effects on other people, who were originally left-handed, but forced to be right-handed, I want to make the effort to make sure my child exercises the right hemisphere of her brain, to give her benefits that I and her father have lost. Both he and I were originally left-handed, but made to be right-handed, due to someone else’s convenience. While I would like her to be able to learn to write with her left-hand, I am lucky just to get her to eat with it.

I was very artistic as a child, and grew up to go to art school, because I was creative. I even was awarded a scholarship and an exhibit in the gallery at my school. However, because I was forced to be right-handed against my natural inclination, I lacked the ability to persevere, the ability to complete projects, a sense of balance, and so many other things.

I love my daughter so much. I lost three years of her life, when in mid-2008, after voices started to become audible through the implants I have clearly shown in photographs in other pages. See “Here we are in 2012 and I am Still Alive” at: https://musicis2words.wordpress.com/2012/09/27/here-we-are-in-2012 for photo proof of implants. Once I started to act on and speak of things said to me by these voices, Jerome had me baker acted, and eventually left me in the house we lived in, allowing it to go into foreclosure. Since I had been locked up twice while this was going on, I lost my job. Eventually, the power and water were shut off, and finally garbage service was lost. Ironically, this is the house I begged Jerome not to buy, asking him if instead, we could move into another apartment in a different neighborhood.

At first, I didn’t get to see my daughter at all. Near Christmas of 2008, I remember Jerome bringing me a large, framed copy of a Christmas photo of her, which I cherished and still have. During the time from sometime after that Christmas until April 2010, I got to see my daughter once a month.

Part of me wanted to let her go, because it was too painful for me to deal with losing her, as I had placed a son for adoption, and never got over it. My mind, being terrorized by what was happening to me at the time, and by memories of what had happened to me in the past, was having a difficult time dealing with the loss of my daughter.

The point with this update is that I love her dearly. Unlike my mother, who didn’t even seem to try to raise me when I was young, I want my daughter to have a better life than I had. I certainly want to try to help her avoid some of the pitfalls I encountered in my life, at any rate.

For more information on left-handedness, please see this link: https://musicis2words.wordpress.com/2012/09/09/the-case-for-left-handedness

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