So glad you are better Celia. It's good to know that there are others out there who notice the disconnect going on. It's like walking around in a world with pod people, but you also notice the ones who are still able to connect. We have entered the Twilight zone and my fear is that it will only get worse. You may not be a war journalist in the spotlight, but you are a bright light in a dark world.
I think most of us in the health freedom movement, or whatever we call ourselves, noticed this long ago when our own family or friends wanted to -or DID- disown us for not taking the majik juice injections. We have each other, and we better get better at finding each other, because the day is fast approaching when I think we better know who our real friends are, or at least, those that think the way we want our friends to think.
Yes I agree, on my morning dog walk, I literally beam a huge smile at everyone and if I get any eye contact at all a chirpy ‘Good Morning’ accompanies it. It’s the younger ones who struggle, never taught manners or courtesy (shouldered off the pavement - head in phone) but everyone who gets one can’t help smiling back, it’s a reflex.
True! Sad about the youth though. It seems the screen time has stunted their social skills radically. You are correct, manners, courtesy, as well as morals have apparently never been taught, sad.
You can call Vera? You're blessed. Can you call Bobby and tell him to listen to the good guys in his court and not the corporatists and take a stand against Gaza genocide? That would be Independent of every other clown running for POTUS. A pair of cojones uncaged from the prisons of power. It may all have been a charade after all.
I live by the Hudson some blocks above the hallowed halls of Ivy ignorance. Didn't hear the choppers. NYC has become a husk, indeed. After 45 years here from the West, I say NYC is leaving me and it's time to leave her.
With the right techie help, I'm sure you can track down the phone phantom. Calling from your different contacts sounds pro. Sadly, this might be a form of flattery for your journalism. You've rocked the boat successfully. Honor yourself that you established independence and snubbed the fear and favor of a newsroom or some slick rag.
Life is for the brave. We die alone. And all like that. Thank you for your good posts that I've only recently discovered.
Vera and I have known each other for about 25 years. And we are able to talk about Israel. And talk about how hard it is to talk about. That's my favorite kind of talking and friendship. Vera does not do any superficial talk and it's such a wonderful quality.
You're lucky. I first saw and heard Vera in Prospect Park at the beginning of the plandemic. She knocked me out, of course. I've since sent most of her presentations that I know of to friends and foes alike. For me, she's a one-stop shop for the lowdown on these times.
They're all brainwashed nearly from birth. Where did I read a story in which we see that an engineer watches a tv news broadcast and hears them say things he knows to be false because of his engineering experience. He doesn't believe it. Then the news anchor changes subject multiple times each time spewing nothing but lies which could be confirmed false by someone with the proper background, but our engineer believes all of those lies.
It's like the pinging in the ear of Harrison Bergeron's father after he watches the story in which he sees that Diana Moon Glompers has shot his son dead after he danced in a way that moved everyone to tears in that pent up society which continues to resemble our own more and more each day.
Jefferson's quote is called for once again:
Nothing can now be believed which is seen in a newspaper. Truth itself becomes suspicious by being put into that polluted vehicle. The real extent of this state of misinformation is known only to those who are in situations to confront facts within their knowledge with the lies of the day. I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens, who, reading newspapers, live and die in the belief that they have known something of what has been passing in the world.
~ Letter to John Norvell, June 14, 1807
And we are surrounded on this planet by people with competent intellectual capacities who somehow still manage to believe that today's press is of course much more honest than what M. Jefferson saw.
Me too. Wisdom, honesty, experience. Celia taps into the divine in us. And when she’s “on,” like today, I feel a resonance with her words that lifts me up into that divine realm.
Name stealing is an ancient practice of the nefarious. Clif High wrote an interesting post about it around eighteen months ago. People pretending to be Jews, Christians and Moslems and all sorts of others besides. People pretending to be their own enemies. It's a great way to create fog, confusion and chaos:
Re the stalker. They might be recording your voice for AI. They might have access to your contacts. If you write about things (e.g., Carlos), please don’t use real details that they can use later, when they read what you write.
This is extremely interesting - on Craigs list , there are requests for people to do voice recordings and the pay is like $35 for two hours , and I am sure that there are people doing it . Lately , and I hope that Ms Farber reads this and thinks about covering this idea , a person wrote about the "Dark Mirror " which is the internet , which is swallowing up the sacred feminine . I talked with my daughter in law about the "Dark Mirror " - she is raising children in this time now , and said that it really is real - I would like to contemplate this concept with others , a sort of Medusa , or Cyclops , but the Dark Mirror -
When I get the urge to answer a call from an unknown number -- I usually let it to go VM -- I remain silent. I let whoever it is -- sometimes it is no one -- speak first. If, after a sufficiently uncomfortably long time, no one says anything, I hang up. Without ever having said a word. :) Then I block the number.
Stay safe. New York seems like such a sketchy place lately. You helped me through the pandemic and gave me eyes to see what was really going on underneath the surface of all of the false media narratives. You have sacrificed much for the cause of truth. Please stay safe.
Celia....I was reading you through the SPIN years and now found you maybe a year ago on here. Watched the interview on...can't remember...it was a phone in conversation and recent. I'm not a hugger but after reading this I wanted to give you a hug...not True...I wanted one. read/hearing you is a kind of relief. I appreciate you...am grateful. As reality continues to melt it is grounding or focusing or refocusing to know or think someone is out there who would know what you (as in me) were talking about. It takes an amount of energy to give someone, anyone enough back story to catch them up enough to be an ally, even a paper doll ally. A sanity lean on. I can't be the only one you are that for. No matter...it helps, the writing...your writing...what I'm reading helps. Thank you. I want to give you something. A poem...now which one....OK a Love Poem let's remember that all Love poems are really to the, for the Divine. This is called If Wishes Were Fishes (I hope this is OK)
If Wishes Were Fishes
If wishes were fishes I would be the sea
And my arms, like waves on every shore would be searching for thee
Where have they hidden you?
You are so hard to find
And this missing piece in my heart…what?
Another trick of the mind?
You see…..I don’t breathe water and I am running out of air
And I am beginning to wonder if you were ever there…
No more searching….it’s over…I am through
I don’t even believe there is a you
So goodbye….the time is nigh…
Except for one little wish still swimming near the shore
Searching for that special hook to pull him through the door
So………if you’re fishing and you hear your lovers plea
Won’t you please keep looking for me?
We could meet near the surface or someplace down deep
And awaken each other from this painful sleep
Me breathing water with you right there to share
My tears would turn to raindrops and fall through the air
Refilling every ocean, every river, every stream
My new eyes watching……Ahhhh….SEEING…the fading of the dream
Loomer is a dangerous dark 'c-word' on crack! Sorry, can't be polite. She doesn't differentiate Hamas from the Palestinian citizens. She is her own demonic entity.
I so value the honesty of your posts... the straight talk and the open admissions of your struggle against hopelessness and rage. What you are doing does matter, you make a difference and finding your work and understanding on some level your journey has been deeply moving to me and many others.
We all look out our windows every day and wonder what to do about the reality... the reality that the world is “run” by sick people who care not one bit about all of us.. or those in Gaza, or those taking the shots, or.. or ... or.... and it’s brutal to see and understand.
That reality is made manageable, on some small level, for maybe only an instant... when we read your work and find human connection through your words and your honesty. It’s the proverbial pebble in a pond... the ripples move ever outward. ❤️
May God keep us all connected and together for many days to come, Amen. I'm grateful to hear how my writing makes you feel connected —that is all I care about. I think when I was younger I had a lot to prove. Now I have a lot to grieve. But this place keeps ME sane too, each of you keep me going. Hope that doesn't sound strange.
I am glad you are better. I was actually thinking about you yesterday as my wife and I were taking care of my father-in-law. I was hoping you were okay and I am glad that you are. I am so sorry about the harassment. The people doing things like this are cowards, in need of God and love, I would surmise.
As for risk, you have taken plenty. You have stood against the “outrage mob” and spoke your conviction, publicly, on large platforms, over sustained periods of time. That’s more than I could do on my best day. Kudos to you. I feel connected to you through your writing. It feels open and honest and true. Keep doing what you are doing, if you can.
I live in San Diego, where one side of my (very dysfunctional family) has been for three generations, and it too is a now a “hollow shell” of what it used to be to me. I don’t know who all of the people here are now, especially the gazzillion new arrivals that have appeared since “COVID,” all of them apparently with the money to buy $2M dollar homes, and turn them into “investment properties” It’s almost as if “COVID” was merely another money laundering scheme for globalists, another way to shift population demographics and move money around, creating the nigh impossibility of us unifying over anything.
You poignantly describe life as a tragic journey. Which it is for many of us.
“I feel I can only put my head on this desk and weep. And that’s not how a small or large news organization should be. I don’t know how to position myself anymore, I’m too shattered.”
A big hug to you Celia, Don't let the darkness be stronger than the light. God is good all of the time.
So glad you are better Celia. It's good to know that there are others out there who notice the disconnect going on. It's like walking around in a world with pod people, but you also notice the ones who are still able to connect. We have entered the Twilight zone and my fear is that it will only get worse. You may not be a war journalist in the spotlight, but you are a bright light in a dark world.
I think most of us in the health freedom movement, or whatever we call ourselves, noticed this long ago when our own family or friends wanted to -or DID- disown us for not taking the majik juice injections. We have each other, and we better get better at finding each other, because the day is fast approaching when I think we better know who our real friends are, or at least, those that think the way we want our friends to think.
Yes I agree, on my morning dog walk, I literally beam a huge smile at everyone and if I get any eye contact at all a chirpy ‘Good Morning’ accompanies it. It’s the younger ones who struggle, never taught manners or courtesy (shouldered off the pavement - head in phone) but everyone who gets one can’t help smiling back, it’s a reflex.
True! Sad about the youth though. It seems the screen time has stunted their social skills radically. You are correct, manners, courtesy, as well as morals have apparently never been taught, sad.
You can call Vera? You're blessed. Can you call Bobby and tell him to listen to the good guys in his court and not the corporatists and take a stand against Gaza genocide? That would be Independent of every other clown running for POTUS. A pair of cojones uncaged from the prisons of power. It may all have been a charade after all.
I live by the Hudson some blocks above the hallowed halls of Ivy ignorance. Didn't hear the choppers. NYC has become a husk, indeed. After 45 years here from the West, I say NYC is leaving me and it's time to leave her.
With the right techie help, I'm sure you can track down the phone phantom. Calling from your different contacts sounds pro. Sadly, this might be a form of flattery for your journalism. You've rocked the boat successfully. Honor yourself that you established independence and snubbed the fear and favor of a newsroom or some slick rag.
Life is for the brave. We die alone. And all like that. Thank you for your good posts that I've only recently discovered.
Vera and I have known each other for about 25 years. And we are able to talk about Israel. And talk about how hard it is to talk about. That's my favorite kind of talking and friendship. Vera does not do any superficial talk and it's such a wonderful quality.
You're lucky. I first saw and heard Vera in Prospect Park at the beginning of the plandemic. She knocked me out, of course. I've since sent most of her presentations that I know of to friends and foes alike. For me, she's a one-stop shop for the lowdown on these times.
They're all brainwashed nearly from birth. Where did I read a story in which we see that an engineer watches a tv news broadcast and hears them say things he knows to be false because of his engineering experience. He doesn't believe it. Then the news anchor changes subject multiple times each time spewing nothing but lies which could be confirmed false by someone with the proper background, but our engineer believes all of those lies.
It's like the pinging in the ear of Harrison Bergeron's father after he watches the story in which he sees that Diana Moon Glompers has shot his son dead after he danced in a way that moved everyone to tears in that pent up society which continues to resemble our own more and more each day.
Jefferson's quote is called for once again:
Nothing can now be believed which is seen in a newspaper. Truth itself becomes suspicious by being put into that polluted vehicle. The real extent of this state of misinformation is known only to those who are in situations to confront facts within their knowledge with the lies of the day. I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens, who, reading newspapers, live and die in the belief that they have known something of what has been passing in the world.
~ Letter to John Norvell, June 14, 1807
And we are surrounded on this planet by people with competent intellectual capacities who somehow still manage to believe that today's press is of course much more honest than what M. Jefferson saw.
You have become one of my favourite writers here on SS.
oh yay!
Me too. Wisdom, honesty, experience. Celia taps into the divine in us. And when she’s “on,” like today, I feel a resonance with her words that lifts me up into that divine realm.
Name stealing is an ancient practice of the nefarious. Clif High wrote an interesting post about it around eighteen months ago. People pretending to be Jews, Christians and Moslems and all sorts of others besides. People pretending to be their own enemies. It's a great way to create fog, confusion and chaos:
https://clifhigh.substack.com/p/the-new-jew-question?s=r
Re the stalker. They might be recording your voice for AI. They might have access to your contacts. If you write about things (e.g., Carlos), please don’t use real details that they can use later, when they read what you write.
This is extremely interesting - on Craigs list , there are requests for people to do voice recordings and the pay is like $35 for two hours , and I am sure that there are people doing it . Lately , and I hope that Ms Farber reads this and thinks about covering this idea , a person wrote about the "Dark Mirror " which is the internet , which is swallowing up the sacred feminine . I talked with my daughter in law about the "Dark Mirror " - she is raising children in this time now , and said that it really is real - I would like to contemplate this concept with others , a sort of Medusa , or Cyclops , but the Dark Mirror -
When I get the urge to answer a call from an unknown number -- I usually let it to go VM -- I remain silent. I let whoever it is -- sometimes it is no one -- speak first. If, after a sufficiently uncomfortably long time, no one says anything, I hang up. Without ever having said a word. :) Then I block the number.
Stay safe. New York seems like such a sketchy place lately. You helped me through the pandemic and gave me eyes to see what was really going on underneath the surface of all of the false media narratives. You have sacrificed much for the cause of truth. Please stay safe.
I'm happy to hear that, thank you.
Celia....I was reading you through the SPIN years and now found you maybe a year ago on here. Watched the interview on...can't remember...it was a phone in conversation and recent. I'm not a hugger but after reading this I wanted to give you a hug...not True...I wanted one. read/hearing you is a kind of relief. I appreciate you...am grateful. As reality continues to melt it is grounding or focusing or refocusing to know or think someone is out there who would know what you (as in me) were talking about. It takes an amount of energy to give someone, anyone enough back story to catch them up enough to be an ally, even a paper doll ally. A sanity lean on. I can't be the only one you are that for. No matter...it helps, the writing...your writing...what I'm reading helps. Thank you. I want to give you something. A poem...now which one....OK a Love Poem let's remember that all Love poems are really to the, for the Divine. This is called If Wishes Were Fishes (I hope this is OK)
If Wishes Were Fishes
If wishes were fishes I would be the sea
And my arms, like waves on every shore would be searching for thee
Where have they hidden you?
You are so hard to find
And this missing piece in my heart…what?
Another trick of the mind?
You see…..I don’t breathe water and I am running out of air
And I am beginning to wonder if you were ever there…
No more searching….it’s over…I am through
I don’t even believe there is a you
So goodbye….the time is nigh…
Except for one little wish still swimming near the shore
Searching for that special hook to pull him through the door
So………if you’re fishing and you hear your lovers plea
Won’t you please keep looking for me?
We could meet near the surface or someplace down deep
And awaken each other from this painful sleep
Me breathing water with you right there to share
My tears would turn to raindrops and fall through the air
Refilling every ocean, every river, every stream
My new eyes watching……Ahhhh….SEEING…the fading of the dream
So I lied…..a little longer I will wait
Come when you are ready
There will be no lock on the gate
And me?
Well I’ll pass the time a best I can
But this burden is heavy…..this being a man
We will be together….I know that is true
But could you please hurry
My life means nothing without you
mf
Thank you Celia
made me cry. thank you.
Loomer is a dangerous dark 'c-word' on crack! Sorry, can't be polite. She doesn't differentiate Hamas from the Palestinian citizens. She is her own demonic entity.
That Tweet or Telegram message (I'm not on either) by Loomer? Holy Toledo. That is really right around the bend demented.
Get out of the city asap. It's not going to get any better....at least in the country you can get out into nature and regain some sanity.
"Brat fascism" is a memorable phrase.
Right? I loved that!
Celia,
I so value the honesty of your posts... the straight talk and the open admissions of your struggle against hopelessness and rage. What you are doing does matter, you make a difference and finding your work and understanding on some level your journey has been deeply moving to me and many others.
We all look out our windows every day and wonder what to do about the reality... the reality that the world is “run” by sick people who care not one bit about all of us.. or those in Gaza, or those taking the shots, or.. or ... or.... and it’s brutal to see and understand.
That reality is made manageable, on some small level, for maybe only an instant... when we read your work and find human connection through your words and your honesty. It’s the proverbial pebble in a pond... the ripples move ever outward. ❤️
May God keep us all connected and together for many days to come, Amen. I'm grateful to hear how my writing makes you feel connected —that is all I care about. I think when I was younger I had a lot to prove. Now I have a lot to grieve. But this place keeps ME sane too, each of you keep me going. Hope that doesn't sound strange.
I am glad you are better. I was actually thinking about you yesterday as my wife and I were taking care of my father-in-law. I was hoping you were okay and I am glad that you are. I am so sorry about the harassment. The people doing things like this are cowards, in need of God and love, I would surmise.
As for risk, you have taken plenty. You have stood against the “outrage mob” and spoke your conviction, publicly, on large platforms, over sustained periods of time. That’s more than I could do on my best day. Kudos to you. I feel connected to you through your writing. It feels open and honest and true. Keep doing what you are doing, if you can.
I live in San Diego, where one side of my (very dysfunctional family) has been for three generations, and it too is a now a “hollow shell” of what it used to be to me. I don’t know who all of the people here are now, especially the gazzillion new arrivals that have appeared since “COVID,” all of them apparently with the money to buy $2M dollar homes, and turn them into “investment properties” It’s almost as if “COVID” was merely another money laundering scheme for globalists, another way to shift population demographics and move money around, creating the nigh impossibility of us unifying over anything.
Who the fuck is Laura Loomer? Good God!
You poignantly describe life as a tragic journey. Which it is for many of us.
“I feel I can only put my head on this desk and weep. And that’s not how a small or large news organization should be. I don’t know how to position myself anymore, I’m too shattered.”