What The Plandemic Can Do For Our Evolution
By James Fitzgerald I was never labelled as a conspiracy theorist because my position as a newspaper editor gave me license to call out the consensus reality — and my stock market advice always made people money, which gave my other musings credence. That said, I am no longer a conspiracy theorist because the people in the stores with plastic bags over their heads and the ones jogging in the countryside wearing formaldehyde and Teflon-infused surgical masks have superseded me in the crackpot stakes. This plandemic saved my life. I had been commuting 60 miles a day; getting up at 4am and returning home at 10pm. When you’ve sat on a cramped and stuffy coach for three hours in heavy traffic for the second time that day, after a long spell in an office, you start to entertain notions of spontaneous Ascension or becoming a dry-stone waller. After the first…
Proper Etiquette for Agent Provocateurs
By James Fitzgerald Free speech comes at a cost, because words are power and create ripples throughout the world. The wise, after realizing the impact of their words, begin to cultivate discretion and discernment. Not much of a problem, you might say, but how much practice have we all put into developing the latter attributes when compared with the easy consumption of huge swathes of random images and information generated by corporate media and other people? The AI thought police on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram are so heavy handed now that these platforms no longer offer even the semblance of free expression. “Suspect” videos are pre-banned, so that there is no chance of uploading them in the first place. It is possible to read the circuitry of Twitter’s brain by observing the headlines they flag on the right-hand column — and Facebook lets its boy wonder, Mark Zuckerberg, make the…
The Da Vinci Code: Reap What You Sow
By James Fitzgerald “There are three classes of people: those who see; those who see when they are shown; and those who do not see.” — Leonardo da Vinci. I had a large framed print of Da Vinci’s Renaissance masterpiece Mona Lisa hanging in my lounge for several years. It was a gift from my mother, who thought it amusing that my family line on my father’s side goes back to the Gherardini family of Florence, of which Lisa was a member. It has been proposed in some academic circles that her enigmatic smile was the first representation of a woman conveying pleasure at her inner life; marking a shift in consciousness away from the pastoral herd mentality and into the possibilities of the multiverse within. The esoteric traditions posit that the Moon was placed beside the Earth to reflect sunshine down on the planet to make human reflection possible.…
The Calm Through The Storm
I went camping this past weekend, to clear my head, in anticipation of one of my “aha” moments that would provide a list of solutions for everyone seeking to navigate this tyrannical turmoil we are all facing. I must have been busting at the seams for that light bulb moment, because the day before I left, my hot water pipe burst in my home and blew a small hole through the exterior wall, creating a geyser on the outside as well – all of which was just around the bend from the 2-story icicle that hung from the gutter. This geyser set out on a path to flood my entire first floor, causing all of the flooring to buckle. It was all rather symbolic in a way. I had been banging my head against the wall trying to come up with solutions for weeks – something that generally comes very…
Living in The Upside Down
For over five years, it has felt as though I had submerged myself into an undercover narcotics sting, only it wasn’t narcotics, it was a web of espionage, money laundering, corruption, child trafficking, mind manipulation and indoctrination, murder, and worse. I knew what I was diving into, and I willingly did so because it all needed to be exposed, as America was on the brink of total destruction. I went all in – right into the upside down. It wasn’t tough – at first – giving up my “normal” life and spending every waking moment profiling, climbing inside the minds of pure evil, digging through all of their connections, combing through their wallets, and mind-melding to “see” their next moves. I wasn’t truly “undercover” in the physical sense of being “on the inside”, but boy did I find a lot of roads that lead to the “inside.” To see their…