I Thought it was a Nipple

I glanced at this thumbnail and I thought it was a nipple but it's really a jumping spider, and a cute one at that. Oops, my bad. 
 

The Numbers Game: Encoding

 The number 666 is everywhere...it's on a billion t-shirts, corporate logos, record covers and such, and it's encoded into things we see every day. It's on every barcode. Each number is represented by two stripes of varying thickness. 6 is represented by two thin stripes, as you can see above the 6 here.

 Three numbers extend past the rest, which is meant to emphasize them. Can you see what number it is? It's right in our faces. Are we supposed to believe it's just random? Right. Why would 666 be on every barcode? You tell me. The Good Book says that the number 666 will be associated with buying and selling. Isn't that interesting?

It's encoded into the dollar bill, among symbols and things. Using the Roman numerals we can get the numbers 66, 666, 6,660, 66,600 and 666,000. Are we supposed to think that's by chance? It's possible that one or possibly two at a stretch of those numbers might come up randomly, but the odds of all these numbers coming up in one spot would be staggering as they say. It was done intentionally. Again, why? If the biblical narrative is true, money runs the beast system. We know for sure that it runs the economy, and whether it means anything or not, these numbers are there.

 It's in thousands of corporate logos, and it can't all be by chance. I've mentioned this before but I love this example from the Meinl cymbal company because no one's ever mentioned it or included it in charts of company logos featuring 666. This is supposed to be a stylized M, but it clearly makes three sixes. You could say that the circles represent cymbals, but it's still there as plain as day. 

 You can find thousands of examples. It's in the Mickey Mouse logo for God's sake. Yet again, why? Why? If people want to think it's just random, or they're just trying to get attention of whatever, they're fooling themselves. Then again I can't say with absolute certainty that having 666 in the Meinl logo was done on purpose, but there it is. It's also a mirror image, and mirror numbers, letters and symbols are a big deal with the Elites. 

 Speaking of, when my buddy Tut have me the final brutal push down the rabbit hole towards waking up, the first website he sent me was a guy who dealt mostly with numbers, their encoding and what numbers and symbols have traditionally meant for millennia. It's certainly not random, and I realized that certain numbers came up more than could be expected by chance...way more. It mathematically beats the odds. 

 I knew something was going on, which led me to dig deeper. The crazy thing is that not a single digit of this is conspiracy theory. It's not speculation, except for the Meinl logo. It's 100% searchable fact, and it's right in front of our faces. Whether you believe it has any meaning or not is up to you, but it's all right there. If you're interested you can look up what all these numbers represent to some people. It's fascinating. 

I can't believe the 6uild 6ack 6etter thing didn't wake people up. I believe it came from the World Economic Forum, and it was promoted by our president. How can peop!e not see what's going on? Why would they put the Number of the Beast on a nationwide program? They're showing their allegiance right to our faces, but most people just accept it or ignore it. Even if I weren't "religious" at all I'd still question it. 

 Then there are the countless times where these numbers show up in various calculations such as the mass of stars, distance between them and such. We'd expect to see these numbers pop up occasionally by chance, but the number of times they appear seems to smash the odds.

 I've mentioned this before but one thing that doesn't get publicized is that a large number of scientists who traditionally didn't believe in God now do, just due to the sheer amount of times these and other numbers come up. They understand that it's simple statistics, the odds, and they know it can't be by chance.

 Most people don't know or care about this stuff, or they don't ever want to think about anything "scary," which I get, but they're shutting out the whole story and the big picture, and they won't be prepared in any way if, God forbid, things go south. Again, knowledge erases fear. Most people don't know about 666 being in every barcode, but it took me about 15 seconds to learn it.

 I also get that people don't want to wake up, even when the "Bell of Truth" is clanging away in their heads, and there's this nagging "What if?" Waking up isn't easy, and I damn sure get that , but for people for whom only the truth will do, and not your truth or my truth or Joe's truth but THE truth, waking up is part of the deal. You learn to see beyond the bullshit, and begin to understand that if even one of all these agencies are corrupt, you can bet they all are. Most people at least understand that the system is rigged, but why all the 666s? Is it only chance? It's just a number, right? Maybe. 

Stories

I just ran across a YouTube channel called God's Voice Daily, where a guy named Vladimir posts calls from viewers relating to alleged encounters with angels or demons, NDEs and things like that. Fortunately I don't have an NDE story but I do have one story each about angels and demons that I think are interesting. One story took place at the church pictured here.

 I've been wanting to share these stories on one or more YT channels that are way bigger than mine, so they'd get more exposure. These stories are pretty out there so I've only shared them with a handful of close friends, mostly those who believe in God, but also a few who didn't. I'd never try to tell someone what to believe, but with the non-believers I've told them to I can see their wheels turning. Alls I can do is plant a seed, and hope it grows. 

 There's a channel I've been subbed to for almost a decade. My main info guy is a regular guest every Thursday night, and I haven't missed a show in almost eight years. It's a fairly large channel, with 475K subs. He's been soliciting similar stories too but I haven't been able to connect yet. The channel I just found is small, with around 22K subs, but that's large enough that his videos get tens of thousands of views, plus he has another channel and a website.

 As I understand it the Vladimir guy posts the raw calls on one channel, and if he likes the story he'll do more of an interview deal where he responds as you tell the story. I filled out a waiver and I reckon I'll hear from him. Even if people don't believe in God or the Devil, I still think both stories are interesting, even if people regard them as fiction. They could both be scenes in a movie. 

 I find that if I have some info to share, there's always someone who's looking for it or who needs to hear it. I'd love for these stories to reach a wider audience and hopefully it will happen. If it does happen I'm sure they'd get slammed in the comment section by some peop!e, but due to the nature of his channel, more people than not would believe them. If I can plant a few more seeds, great. If I can only entertain some people that's okay too. There was a question on the form that asked "Who is Jesus to you?" I answered "My savior." That about covers it. Have a nice day!

 

Our Word is No Longer Our Bond

One thing I really miss about the "good ol' days" is that for the most part people actually did what they said they were going to do. It almost seems like an unnecessary thing among many people these days. It's not a positive thing...without a certain amount of trust, as in trusting someone to do what they say they're going to do, certainly relationships would crumble, and even society itself. 

 There was a time when someone's word was their bond. There are still people of course who adhere to that, but not like it once was. By the same token there have always been people who say things they never intend to fulfill, but you can weed them out pretty quickly. 

 It's always amazed me how some people constantly say things they never actually do, because those people get a reputation for being full of shit pretty quickly. That generally involves narcissism, where narcissists are pathological liars anyway, and since they possess no empathy and can't see themselves as others see them, they don't know how full of shit people think they are. 

 The traditional statement is: "A man's word is his bond." That would seem to indicate masculine, but "man" can refer to the human race in general. It's also possible that at least back in the day, men were expected to live up to it more than women...I don't know for sure. In my case lately it's been both sexes.

 It's not something like saying "I'll call you this evening" or whatever and then you get busy and forget; it's things that are extremely important, and even life-changing. The problem is that when someone tells you they're going to do something important but then they don't do it, you get your hopes up and it's an incredible disappointment. I keep telling myself not to ever get my hopes up but I can't help it sometimes, especially if I've trusted that person. It hurts, and it can literally affect your future. 

 As I've said a million times, I can be proud of the fact that if I say I'm going to do something I do it, and people know that. We tend to think that other people think like we do, but that's definitely not the case. 

 Another thing is that we get maybe 75% of the same dopamine hit just by saying we're going to do something as when we actually do it, and for some people that's good enough. Again, those people will get a reputation for being full of shit, and you learn to never believe a word they say. Maybe it's bragging but I thank God I'm not one of those people. Aside from an incident over a decade ago where I failed to return several calls because I'd just been through a rough breakup and wasn't thinking clearly and simply forgot to call back, which cost me a lifelong friend, I'm a man of my word. 

 In any case I miss the days when someone's word was their bond. I guess it's too much to ask nowadays. It's a damn shame.

 

Everybody Needs a Little Jesus

A couple months ago a friend called and asked if I wanted to get some Indian food and run by a thrift store or two. When we got back I was getting my stuff. Her bags were on the floor too and I was separating mine out. I got my bags and pulled them out. Out of nowhere she proclaimed "Don't steal my Jesus!" 

 "Huh? " I said. "Don't take my Jesus!" she repeated. I thought maybe she was having some sort of religious episode or something. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "My Jesus is in your bag." I was still confused. I looked in the bag and laughed out loud. Turns out I'd somehow picked up this tiny figure of Jesus and it fell into my bag without me noticing. 
 

 I reached and pulled Him out. "Nice!" I said. We both believe in the actual Jesus. I don't think she thought I was stealing Little Plastic Jesus but she was giving me a tad of side-eye. "I'd never try to take Jesus out of your life" I said. "I know" she replied. "You can have Him" she said. "I don't want to take Little Jesus." She insisted firmly, and I know it's best not to fight with a woman who's trying to lay a little Jesus on you, so to speak. 

 "Thanks a bunch" I said. "I love Him." "I know" she said. With that I put little Jesus back into the bag. "Enjoyed it!" Just a bit earlier I went for a walk and was grabbing some bags to use to clean up after my dog. I checked one to make sure there was nothing in it, and there was Little Jesus. I'd forgotten about Him and I was glad to see Him again. Everyone needs a little Jesus in their life. If you ask me, I say for real.

These Dreams: Gig Dreams and Love Dreams

 Something just hit me about what two types of dreams I have have in common. I usually have a dream about playing music at least once a month, and I generally have 2-3 of "those" dreams per month. It's gone on steadily for most of my life. They're both sort of anticlimactic in a way, although they're certainly fun.

 I recently had a cool dream where I was about to play a gig in this groovy Tiki-style bar that was something like this one. The stage was in the middle of this dimly-lit courtyard that was like a jungle, with tropical plants and birds and everything. I'd love to play a place like that in real life.

 Different former bandmates were there, plus all our friends, and even not one but two beautiful and interesting women were interested in me. I was chatting-up my friends and spending quality time with a brunette. I saw the setup and did a last minute check to make sure the equipment was cool, and went back to talking to people. I woke up though, before I could count off a tune. 

 A couple nights ago I had a dream where I was on the way to a gig with my new band. A bunch of people were going and we were carpooling.  We were out in the sticks and GPS and cell service dropped out. We came to a T in the road and weren't sure which way to go. We all got out of our cars and were standing in the road discussing what to do. 

 It became sort of an informal party. My dog was running around saying hello to everyone like he does in real life, and I was talking to this interesting sister who was interested in me, which is often the case. Some other mildly crazy stuff happened that I don't remember, but we finally made it to the gig. 

 It was at a beautiful house up on a hill in the middle of nowhere. All this food and stuff was laid out and there was a very nice stage area. We made pleasantries and set up and got levels and all but I woke up before we played a note. Thinking back to all the gig dreams I could recall I realized that I never actually played any music in any of them.

 It's the same thing with sex dreams, at least up until the last few years. Things would start to get cozy and everything would happen right up until actual penetration, and I'd wake up. I'd try to go back into the dream but I never could. Lately that's changed, and there's lovemaking and I've been able to go back into the dream after waking up, and hoo, boy...

 It's also like those dreams where you dream you're falling but you wake up before you hit the ground. There's an old wives' tale that says that if you don't wake up before you hit the ground you'll expire for real. I don't believe that's true, and how would anyone know anyway? At the same time I can't say that it isn't true. 

 They say that if you have a lot of dreams about falling, it can indicate feelings of loss of control and things like that but if you have dreams about flying it's literally an uplifting thing, and you're generally positive and have goals and ambitions. I've had a few dreams about falling but way more about flying, for what it's worth. For every nightmare I have I have a dozen good dreams.

 Since I've been able to nookify in a few of my dreams, maybe it'll extend into my gig dreams and I'll finally be able to play a set in one of them. I hope so. It might be some interesting music. Sweet dreams

Post Stats

 I put a post on fb and I was seeing who liked it. Out of 54 people who commented, there are eight women I've been with, and another half dozen whom either I wanted to go out with or vice versa but we never could get together on it. I don't know whether to pat myself on the back or call myself a Whoredog. 

 If I can say anything in my defense it's that every single one of them is a very special person...every one, including my first love, whom I still adore and whom I hadn't heard from in a couple years. I'm still friends with them and that's a good thing.

 It seems like for the number of people who commented, a fairly high percentage were women I've been with, but maybe it's about average. I enjoyed knowing every one of them. Thanks y'all!

The Black-Eyed People (retold)

The other night my bro in law and I were talking about paranormal-type things, and he brought up the story of the strange encounter I had way back when I was still a teenager. He asked me to tell it again, and I've told it here before, but as always who cares?

 Every Wednesday we'd get together at my church for dinner and fun afterwards, usually volleyball. That particular evening I took my friend Debra to the airport for a flight to New York, so I left after dinner. Her flight was delayed so I stayed with her until it left, and by the time I got back everyone was gone. 

 I got into my VW Squareback to go home but when I pressed the clutch it went all the way to the floor with no resistance. I thought the clutch cable had broken but I checked it and it seemed to be tight, but for some reason it wouldn't engage. I started it again but it was completely loose. 

 I went to a payphone and called a few friends but they were all out so I called dad. I knew he was in a meeting and wouldn't be able to come get me for over an hour, so I left a message with mom. This was decades before cellphones. 

 I had some time to kill so I sat on the wall out back for a while and then decided to take a walk. It was in a fairly safe part of town, although you wouldn't want to walk more than a few blocks in any direction at night. 

 The church, South Highland Presbyterian, sits on Highland Avenue and 21st street. It's a beautiful church and the immediate area is nice. I walked down the alley on the right side of the church and took a right onto Highland. 

 There used to be a police station about three blocks away and you could clearly see all the way to it. I remember looking at it and I didn't see anyone else, but the next time I looked up I saw a man and a woman approaching me from half a block away. It was like they appeared out of thin air. I figured maybe they'd gotten out of a car and somehow I hadn't noticed, but it was freaky. 

 They walked up to me and said hello. They were immaculately dressed in all black...shirts, pants, jackets and boots. The woman had straight blond hair and she was stunning. The guy had dark hair and he was good looking too. They looked to be in their late 20s. 

 They looked completely out of place for a Wednesday night at 10:00 in this town. There were no gala events going on that night and there were no exclusive clubs in the area. It was like they'd teleported from New York or something. There was a different vibe to them...like they were foreign in more ways than one. 

 They were very polite at first. They asked me if there was a gas station nearby and I said yes. At the time there was one less than a mile away. I told them to take a left at the end of the block, stay on that road and they'd run right into it. It was an uphill walk most of the way but they'd be there in twenty minutes or so. 

 "What if we get lost?" they asked. "You can't get lost" I said. "Take a left right here and just stay on that road. It's open 24 hours and it's lit up like the Fourth of July and you'll see it on your right." "But what if we can't find it?" they asked. "You can't miss it" I said. 

 They kept going on about it until I realized that they were either messing with me or they were the dumbest people I'd met in a while, which I didn't think was the case. "Take a left...keep walking...good luck and have a nice evening" I said, and turned to walk away. 

 "Wait a minute" they said. I turned back around. The whole time they'd been staring at me but out of nowhere they stared directly into my eyes and started talking to me in this weird language that I couldn't begin to understand. It didn't sound like any language I'd heard before, and there were odd sounds like frequencies. 

 They were both speaking at the same time and staring into my eyes without blinking. Whatever language it was they were speaking it earnestly, as if they were trying to tell me something important, even though they must've known I couldn't understood a word, if they even were words. It was so freaky but it was so utterly fascinating at the same time that I stood there listening, trying to make a.tiny bit of sense out of what was happening. I hadn't felt threatened by them at all up until that point, and still wasn't, although it was creepy to say the least.

 Then things changed. Their eyes turned black, and I don't mean just the pupils...even the whites of their eyes went solid black. I get that that sounds crazy, and most people would just dismiss it or try to explain it away, but it happened. In my way of thinking that was straight up demonic, and it was time to split. I didn't say anything but turned and walked away. They were still speaking to me but I didn't look back. 

 For what it's worth, any time you see a movie or TV show where someone's eyes turn black, it always represents demonic possession. I was totally spooked although I wasn't terrified, if that makes sense, but I wasn't about to screw around with what I thought were demonically possessed humans, or just plain demons. I walked up the alley to my car. I thought the strangeness was over but I was wrong. What happened next was possibly the weirdest 45 minutes of my life.

 I sat on a wall by my car, and waited for my dad. It was quiet, but then I heard the clip-clop of their boots walking up the alley. I thought maybe they were just going a different way, but they got right to the corner of the building and stopped. After a few seconds they started walking back down the alley. I figured they'd take the proper left and go about their business but that didn't happen. 

 About a minute later I heard them coming up the sidewalk on 21st street on the other side of the church. I decided that either they were dumb as posts and really really lost, possessed or not, or they were messing with me, and I was pretty sure it was the latter. Just like in the alley they got just to the corner of the building and stopped. There were some tall bushes going around the corner. They could've peered through the bushes at me but I couldn't have seen them. 

 After a few seconds they turned and went back down the sidewalk, and a minute later they came walking back up the alley. Again they stopped right at the corner of the building. If they'd have taken one more step I'd have seen them. They repeated the cycle several more times. I wasn't as frightened as some people might have been but I can't say I wasn't creeped to the fullest extent.

 Actually I'd have been more afraid if I didn't think they were demons, as strange as that may sound. I knew that if they were demons I could invoke the name of Jesus if they were to come at me or whatever, but that might not work on regular humans. You can't put anything past people who'd go to that much trouble just to freak someone out, but somehow I never felt like I was in danger. It was nuts though, but fascinating at the same time.

 As they were walking up the alley again I heard a car engine and saw lights coming up the alley. I knew it was my dad. As soon as he got out of the car I mentioned the people in black. "What people?" he asked. " Oh, shit" I thought. They were walking up the alley and he'd have driven right by them. I knew there was a staircase going down below street level to the nursery. I figured they must've ducked down in there when dad drove up. I ran around the corner and looked down into the stairwell but they were gone. I tried the door and it was locked.

 They couldn't have run away. I was certain they'd gone down the stairwell because that's the only thing that made sense, but apparently they vanished into thin air. Maybe they were Aliens or ghosts, but I think they were demons, and this is one of those times where the most bizarre explanation makes the most sense. Again, many people don't believe in demons, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. Our beliefs prove nothing. 

 I was completely sober, and I didn't hallucinate the whole thing. At the time there was a restaurant next door to the church and there were several window tables maybe 30' away. People were staring at them because they didn't look like they were from around here. I can't quite describe how unusual they were...they were impeccably dressed and extremely good looking. They almost had a glow about them. They gave off a vibe that I've never felt before or since.

 I didn't say anything else to dad that night about the odd couple, but when we discussed it later he agreed that they were demons. As a final item of weirdness, when dad asked me to show him what was wrong with the car, I started it and it went perfectly into gear like nothing was ever wrong, and I'd tried for half an hour to fix it. There were never any issues with the clutch before or after that night. It's one thing for the clutch to go out but it's quite another to have it seemingly repair itself. 

 Who or what were the people in black? How could they apparently vanish into thin air? Where did they go? I wish I knew. Were they actual demons? I think so but I can' say for sure. I get that it sounds crazy, and you certainty don't have to believe it. I know what I saw, and like most of my stories, no matter how crazy they sound there have usually been witnesses, in this case the people in the restaurant, although they couldn't hear what was going on. 

 That was the second wildest thing that ever happened to me. It was crazy as hell but also incredibly interesting, although one experience like that is enough. Amazing things have happened to me...I don't know why but for the most part I've embraced them. Why fight it? Stay safe, and if you ever see anyone's eyes turn black, go the other way. 

 

 

 

Will Somebody Please Flush Her?

 At first I thought this was a sick joke, but astronaut Katy Perry is performing with a giant toilet on stage, and singing to a giant turd. I'm no prude, but is this how low we've sunk as a society? Anyone who thinks this is funny or cute should have their head examined, or go back to first grade. Hell, even first-graders have more dignity than Astronaut Perry. She should be ashamed. Could someone please flush her? 

Guardians of Reality

 I just caught my regular Thursday night broadcast of my main info guy. As usual I could do this entire blog just on what he says. Tonight he brought up something I've been saying forever, and he gave it a cool name. He says that most people have become the "guardians of reality." That wouldn't be a bad band name.

 He said that if someone says something...let's say conspiratorial, society at large will automatically ridicule that person and tell them they're wrong, without knowing anything at all about the topic. I've been talking about it in this blog for years.

 Ever since an episode I've mentioned that took place in high school, where a state-wide talent show was completely rigged, which shouldn't have been the case, I've been looking into what really goes on behind the scenes in this world. 

 I've always said that if a carnie will rig a $1 game at a fair to make a buck, how can we be so naive to think that it doesn't happen with the people who call the shots, when millions or billions of dollars are at stake? They want us to think that they have our best interests at heart, but are we really that stupid? 

 It's due to programming, through movies, TV and recently social media, and yes, even music. Is nothing sacred? If you don't think we've been programmed, you might want to do a little research. You'll learn things such as the fact that studies have shown that if someone hears something repeated just three times they'll begin to believe it, true or not. Interesting, huh? Just remember that the simplest form of mind control is simple repetition. Look it up. 

 I've said before how it blows my mind when I say something controversial and people tell me I'm full of shit, when I've studied the topic for decades and they haven't looked into it for one second. They'll call me crazy but I think that's crazy. They aren't thinking. It's programming. 

 Our brains can't think both emotionally and logically at the same time, and if they can get our brains to think emotionally, using "trigger" words and things like that, logical thinking can't even enter our brains. They know this and they exploit it every day. The problem is that people's pride won't let them admit that they've been fooled, or programmed. They know this too. 

 Nothing will ever change unless people wake up and start to question things, which is a perfectly healthy thing to do, instead of automatically believing the "Official Narrative." As many times we've found out that it was total bullshit, most people still believe it. It's not always a lie but at least half the time it is, and even 1% of the time is too much. 

 I'm probably wasting my time but everything I'm saying is true. As time goes on and things get weirder, we "Conspiracy Theorists" are going look a lot less conspiratorial. I'll say again, if you want to know what's really going on in the world, ask a "Conspiracy Theorist." No joke. Stay safe. 

 

 

Funny Things I Didn't Know but Need to Remember

 I knew that the late, great Don Knots played in the Broadway play No Time for Sergeants, which was later made into a movie, where he first hooked up with the also late, great Andy Griffith, but what I didn't know was the name of his character- Manuel Dexterity. 

 That's just excellent. If I ever do another recording project or start playing live regularly, that's going to be my stage name. Too much. 

Signs in the Heavens: STEVES?

 Last night there was an unexpected geomagnetic storm on the Sun, which apparently caused these intense streaks of light to be seen in the sky. New and strange things are happening every day now, and lately we've been getting storms that aren't predicted. 

 Usually these storms are preceded by a CME and can be predicted, but lately a few of them have had no accompanying CME, and have taken scientists by surprise. One of my favorite sayings these days is "Scientists are scrambling." Indeed. As I've been saying, the Sun is going berserk right now. 

 These streaks of light are wild. They were seen last night in several places in the US and Canada. The official explanation is that they're a phenomenon called a "STEVE," or Strong Thermal Emmision Velocity Enhancement, that occur during solar storms. Some people don't think that's what these are, but whatever they are they're rare. 

 One guy said that these streaks are from the launches of a new type of Chinese rocket. To me that seems very doubtful, unless they've been launching rockets all over the world. It seems very unlikely that they could freely launch rockets over the US willy nilly. 

 This was picked up last night on the LASCO C-3 satellite. It almost looks like the tail of a gigantic comet, only there's no comet. I've been looking at these satellite images since 2016 and I've seen Sun-diving comets, weird shadows, strange eclipses and things like that but I've never seen anything like this.

 It's not a glitch or camera anomaly...they're adamant about the fact that these instruments are calibrated constantly. Whatever this is it's massive. The white circle represents the Sun. Over 100 Earths can fit across the Sun. This thing is at least as big as a dozen or so Earths. 

 This is why it's so interesting to look at these satellite images. Occasionally we see things that can't be explained by normal means. I'd sure love to know what caused this. Stay tuned, and eyes to the sky.

What's Flashing the Lights?

 This is crazy. This is a screenshot from a video that was taken three or four days ago in Memphis. You can't tell from a still obviously but the lights were flashing on and off in this and two adjacent buildings. It was really strange but at first I thought it might be Elvis' ghost, and it was an isolated incident, but over the last few days it's been happening all over the globe.

 If you haven't heard about this yet you will pretty soon. So far there are well over 1,000 reports and there are videos all over YouTube and I'm sure there will be many more. It's rather creepy but it's definite interesting. 

 What could be causing this? So far no one knows, but something is interfering with the flow of electricity, and it's affecting the entire planet. Nothing like this has ever happened before. I'm curious to see what the "Official Explanation" is going to be. 

 Is it Aliens? The magnetosphere? Poltergeists? Is it Planet X? Is it Elvis? Whatever it is it must be massive to affect the whole planet. Buckle-up...I believe things are about to get even crazier. This is whack. Heads-up. 

How Much Do I Love My Dog?

 I love my dog so much that I wish somehow we could both expire at the same time so neither one of us would have to be without the other for even one minute. How important is my dog to me? He's the only reason I'm still here. 

Haunted Theater/Pennies from Heaven

 A friend recently told me an interesting story about an old theater that's allegedly haunted. I think it's in Mobile, Alabama, and if he told me the name I've forgotten it. I'll ask him again and I'll look into it. If there's any more info I'll do another post.

 What's interesting is that supposedly if they have a bad play, at least in the opinion of the alleged spirit that haunts it, they'll find a penny somewhere, and they're always wheat pennies and sometimes even Indian Head pennies. That's a cool story anyway, and supposedly even skeptics think it's legitimately haunted. 

 It reminded me of another old theater in Montgomery, Alabama where there was talk of it being haunted, although that was largely due to the antics of the Bud Greene band. I've told this story before but it's classic, and as always who cares?

 Sometimes with Bud Greene the breaks could be as much fun as the sets were, and this was such a place. They'd converted the old lobby into the bar. In the theater section they'd removed maybe 2/3 of the seats and put in a dance floor and tables. The bands of course played on the stage. 

 During breaks they'd play music in the bar area and most people would go into there. It'd be quiet in the theater part, so a few couples would go in there when they wanted to have a quiet romantic chat on the break. 

 About 15' up there was a catwalk that ran above the stage and around the room. Stage lights were hung from it, shining on the stage and toward the room. The drum kit was well-lit. You could take the stairs and go through a door and come out over the stage. O' and I would go up there with a joint and a pocketful of pennies. 

 We'd slip out onto the catwalk and sit above the drums. It was great because we'd be sitting behind the lights in total shadow, so no one could see us even if they were looking right at us. We'd take turns dropping pennies down onto the drums. We'd have a contest to see how many drums and cymbals we could hit with one penny. 

 Of course the first hit would startle the shit out of everyone in the room. They'd all look toward the drum kit and see that no one was there. They'd get sort of bug-eyed and tilt their heads. Yeah we were 30yo juvenile assholes but we thought it was hilarious. Even though nobody could see us, the trick was not to laugh and give ourselves away. 

 People would start murmuring about the place being haunted, and that was the best part. We'd wait a few minutes until people would go back to their romantic conversations and then we'd drop another one. It'd freak people out, especially when we'd hit several drums and cymbals with one drop. 

 We thought it was great to see everybody staring in confusion at an empty stage. A penny dropped from that height made a surprisingly loud sound. It sounded like someone was hitting the drums rather than a penny falling on them. We called our obnoxious little game "Pennies from Heaven." 

 I'm guessing a few people figured it out but we never heard anyone mention it. Mostly people would be talking about the place being haunted. The difference between the two "haunted" theaters was that in our case, the "ghosts" were O' and me, and we didn't drop any wheat pennies or Indian Heads. I guess haunted is haunted. Good times.

Quote of the Day

 "I embrace them because somehow they end up onstage or in my work." - Lady Gaga, on the demons she says possess her

Shame on You Colorado

 Colorado just voted against imposing harsher penalties for child predators. How in Hell is protecting our children not the most important thing in the world? How could this happen? 

 I scanned the article to try to find out why, and it was just more of the usual gobbledegook bullshit. I'll tell you why it happened...it's because they're all in on it. They're all Pedos. 

 Those evil fucks. They know what will happen to them in the end. The Bible says that it would be better to have a millstone hung around one's neck and dropped into the ocean than to harm a child. They know this. Good luck in the afterlife you sick fucks.

An Interesting Way to Record Music

 This is great...I just got sent this out of the blue today. It's from a CD we recorded about a quarter century ago. The only reason I can remember the exact year it was recorded is because it was right after Blind-11 and one song, called Payday, was written about it. I can't believe I never saw this but better late than never. It was done by local artist and music historian Craig Legg. I've talked about this before but it was way on back, and as always, who cares? 

 It was the brainchild of "JB Heron," not his real name. He was a year or two older so I didn't really know him but I knew his brother. I knew all the other guys on the project and had played with them in various bands. 

 I remember getting the call from Mudd, seeing if I was interested in playing drums on it. When I heard that he, Trexel and Macey were going to be involved I jumped on it. I didn't even ask what kind of music it was...I didn't care. I knew it'd be fun no matter what the tunes were. 

 When I heard how we were going to go about figuring out how to record it I was intrigued. JB didn't play an instrument so he didn't know what chords he wanted or what key it was in or anything. He had one of the early digital voice recorders, and he'd hummed a melody line or two and a few vocals. We were tasked with trying to turn those snippets into songs. Well, I've always loved a challenge. 

 To say that it was an interesting way of doing things, not to mention about as bare bones as it gets, would be an understatement. I remember when JB first held the recorder up and played us a "song" I had to laugh...wondering how the heck that'd become a song, but not only did we figure it out but we rose to the occasion and made JB proud. I liked all the songs but I thought a few of them were as good as anything I've ever heard. I was happy to be playing on it. 

 JB and I hit it off right away. We both were already friends with the other guys so maybe that helped, but he was a friendly guy and he was hilarious to hang with. One thing it didn't take long to figure out was that he liked...make that loved to drink...a lot. 

 He'd get blistered every night but somehow it turned out okay. Luckily he was a happy drunk. He was also very intelligent, so he didn't ramble on with the usual stupid drunken bullshit the way most heavy drinkers do. The main problem as I saw it was that I'd be worried about him getting a DUI every night when he left the studio. 

 I can still perfectly picture having to hold him up to the mic about half the time he was doing vocals. He was bobbing and weaving and couldn't keep his mouth the same distance from the mic, so we had to hold him up and keep him somewhat still.

 That was a trip but it worked. You can hear him slurring his words here and there but overall the vocals were pretty tight and clean. Adrenaline goes a long way in those situations, and the end justifies the means. 

 I'd long since quit drinking even a drop of alcohol on or before a gig. Trexel didn't drink at all, and the other guys might have a beer or two, but JB was the only one who did any real drinking. After we'd done the basic tracks, I would have a drink or two before I sang backup vocals. 

 I didn't mind partying a touch after the drumming was done for the day, and a couple glasses of good bourbon added a note or two to my upper vocal range. I didn't get nearly drunk enough to slur my vocals, although it probably wouldn't have mattered.

  Trexel and Macey would make copies of the bits and pieces from JB's voice recorder and sit down with their guitars and first figure out what key it was in and chart it out. About half the songs we played live in the studio and the other half were semi-finished demos, where JB would then add vocals and I'd replace the drum machine part. It was basically like playing along to records, only without vocals. I prefer playing live as much as possible but both methods were fun. 

 I'd done several projects that Trexel produced, recorded and played on, and he gave me the nickname "First-Take Jake" because I usually nailed the drum track on the first try. I wanted it to be as spontaneous as possible and be able to react to the changes in real time, as opposed to being burnt from playing the same song fifty times in a row. 

 I took that idea a little too far on this recording. On the tunes where I replaced the drum machine I only listened to the beginning and ending of the songs, plus the bridge and any kicks or stops or anything different from the main groove. I didn't even listen to the tunes all the way through once. 

 It had the spontaneity alright but when I listened to the playback I'd hear spots where it'd have been cool to accent a guitar riff or played a counterpoint or something, but simple is always good. The drum parts had a lot of energy and propulsion but they didn't get in the way of the music and I didn't step on any toes. JB absolutely loved what I played. Overall I was happy enough with it. 

 To think that we turned some drunken lyrics and a few hummed notes into legit songs was pretty special. We were all pleased with the results...those guys are all mofo players, but JB was over the Moon. He was also over the legal driving limit by a good bit, but somehow it worked out fine. His voice sounded great. 

 He couldn't believe that we took his ideas and turned them into real songs. I was pretty impressed too. I can't take nearly as much credit as the guys who figured out the song structures but I put in my two cents. The drumming didn't suck. 

 For my money three or four of those tunes could've been hits. There were some serious rockers on there but oddly my favorite song of all was a Country tune, and except for Willie and Walon and the boys I'm not the biggest fan of Country music. It was so genuine and it had this cool but whack story line...the singing was excellent...it had everything. I want to hear it again. 

 I texted back and forth with Macey and it was great to hear from him. He said that the music is on Spotify, which I don't have, and I think it's on Prime, which I do have. He may be able to get me a CD. I'm old school, and just plain old, but I still play CDs. They're making a comeback you know. Hey, hopefully so am I. 

 I'm sure that lots of great records have been made from the sketchiest of ideas, but I've never been a part of anything like that before or since. I asked Macey how JB was doing but he didn't reply. Hopefully he's okay and it was just an oversight, but I always did worry about him drinking that much. 

 It worked out okay for the recording project but it doesn't always work the same for getting behind the wheel, relationships, health and such. I hope he's still kickin' but I do know that he got a kickass record out of the deal. 

 Come to think of it I was very well compensated for my time, although I'd have done it for free just because it was so unusual and so much fun. JB came from a very wealthy family and paying us a lot of money wasn't a problem. He payed me several grand, which was decent money back then. 

 It was a blast recording that project. I'd do it again if I could. I hope JB is okay. If so, then cheers buddy! I enjoyed being a Swampbyrd.

 

Dog Loves Cat

 This puppy just brought the cat his favorite toy. It's the best gift he has to give and it holds great meaning to him. He really does love that kitty. Animals don't have souls? I beg to differ.

Quote of the Day

 "Oh, my goddess...what a revelation, and I don't mean the last book of the Bible." - astronaut Katy Perry

Possible Exceptions to the 50-50 Idea

 For a while now I've been saying that no matter what we may believe, either God is real or He isn't, which is a 50-50 chance, and if God is real then so is eternity, and from a sheer survival standpoint I don't know if I'd gamble my eternal soul on those odds by not joining the good side. A one-in-two chance is fairly serious but easy to understand, although in theory anyway there are two other possibilities.

 One is reincarnation. I don't believe in it because the Good Book says that it is appointed for us to die but once. It could very well be true though, especially if God isn't real, and there's compelling evidence to support it. 

 There are no telling how many stories of so-called past-life regression, where people, often but not always under hypnosis, recall past events in great detail and know things that they shouldn't. It might seem like a slam-dunk to support the idea of reincarnation, except for the possible demon factor.

 Demons, if they're real, are true shapeshifters. They can appear as anything they want, animal, mineral or vegetable. They're vastly superior to humans in strength and intelligence. They're immortal and they remember everything. They can easily implant false memories and such. 

 It's just one possibility, but again there's a 50-50 chance it's real. If the Devil is real, he'll do everything he can to turn people away from the biblical narrative, and the idea of reincarnation is a perfect way to do it. It directly contradicts God's word.

 When I take the biblical thing away, the idea of reincarnation still seems weird. What, is there like a waiting room where people sit around reading magazines, or maybe on their phones as they wait for another life to begin? Then they're turned back into newborns? How does that work? 

 As I understand it the purpose of reincarnation is to come back better each time, and make up for the bad stuff we did in our last life, until eventually we come back as cows. I mean, I love cows, but it's kind of a weird idea. The problem is that probably 99.9% of us don't have memories of past lives, so what's the point? 

 Over the last decade or so people in general have become exponentially more heartless, selfish and even evil. We're becoming worse, not better. If reincarnation is real, it's certainly not working properly right now. I wonder if the cow population is decreasing. 

 It's like what I wonder about Karma...is there an official scorekeeper? I don't believe in reincarnation but it could absolutely be real. If there is an afterlife I think we'll get the answers to all these questions, but if there's no afterlife then we won't, and it won't matter anyway. 

 The other possibility is that we exist in a computer simulation and we're not real. This theory sounds out-to-lunch, but the people who propose it are MIT professors and such...the scientific elite, so the possibility has to at least be considered. 

 To think that a computer simulation could be so complex as to give us our own thoughts, make us able to create art and music but also able to hurt each other and everything else is mind-boggling, and as I've cleverly said before, they must have one hell of a buffering system. I don't believe it either but it's a fascinating idea and it could also very well be true. 

 If this theory is true then I'm sure they're able to inject different conditions into the game, good or bad. If we're really just a simulation on some Alien hard drive then they sure have thrown a monkey wrench into the program. Things on this planet have certainly been better. Maybe Peace on Earth is boring.

 These two possibilities exist, although they don't carry as much weight as the idea that God is real or not. If you include these two theories then you could say that there's only a one-in-four chance that God is real, but I wouldn't play those odds either. 

 In two of these theories nothing matters and there are no consequences for our actions. If there's no God or an afterlife then nothing extends after our biological lives. If we're a simulation then one day it'll be GAME OVER and nothing we did will matter either. With the other two theories, the things we do matter very much. 

 If reincarnation is real then I suppose I want to be a cow. If I do one day become a cow, I hope I'm reincarnated in India and not at a slaughterhouse in Texas. 

 If God is real then the choices we make will decide where we spend eternity. I choose to believe in God, and not just from a survival standpoint. I love Him and I believe that He's blessed me in many, many ways. I see evidence of His creation every day, and I also see evidence of an evil one who wants to destroy it. 

 Either A, God is real, or B, He's not, or C, we eventually become cows or D, we're just a computer simulation. Does one thing make more sense? Are we just ones and zeros? Are we just dust in the wind? Are we future cows? Are we children of God? I guess it depends on our beliefs and how we see things. I choose A. Have a nice day. Mooooooooooooooooooooo.

After a Walk

 My friend Champ always says that no matter how he feels before, he always feels better after a walk. He's right you know. My Beagle agrees.

 Walking him is an adventure. Half the time and when he's not sniffing something we power-walk, and sometimes run. He could leave me in the dust if he weren't on a leash. He's ultra-quick, but it's not his speed that I have to be concerned with; it's his ability to stop on a dime. 

 If a new scent catches his nose he'll instantly stop, even from a run. It's really impressive but if I'm not prepared at all times, if he stops I'll go a-tumblin'. If he wants to go in a direction he shouldn't I'll hold him back, but he'll get low to the ground and spread his paws and dig in, and he gets heavy as a boulder. He's a very determined animal. Everyone who's ever just held him for a minute comments on how strong he is.

 We do love our walks, and we talk about how fun it was when we get back. As I've said before, in the Beagle hierarchy I'm #3 behind food and w-a-l-k-s, but it's not a bad place to be. He's in his own world on our wal ks, but every now and then he'll notice me and remember that I'm there. He'll do a double-take and wag his tail, like "Oh yeah, my human." He's a trip. 

 He's sacked out and I'm probably not too far behind. Sweet dreams little dude. Champ was right...you always feel better after a walk.

The Numbers Game

 I had another chance to be the 666th like, this time on a comment. I took it.

True Blue?

 It's been several days since the "astronauts" in the Blue Origin capsule touched down, but the dust hasn't settled yet. With all the big deal that was made of this, including astronaut Katy Perry saying "Oh my goddess" and kissing the ground upon her return to Earth, the passionate speeches from the astronauts saying how much this flight meant to humanity (...?), Oprah crying after the mission and on and on, I keep waiting for someone...anyone to go on record saying how wonderful it was and the positive effect it had on...whatever it was, but so far there's nothing but criticism and even outright ridicule. Where's the love that astronaut Katy Perry talked about? 

 Everyone and their grandmother is putting in their two cents so I might as well too. What gets me is that while I doubt they expected the negative response they've gotten, surely they must have expected some backlash. Gayle King is harping on semantics and whether it was a ride or a flight, and basically saying "Don't knock it until you try it," apparently not considering that the cost of the 11 minute flight...or ride, is what it takes most people a decade or two to make.

  

 Astronaut Katy Perry said it showed her, or taught her, or infused her or whatever it was with love. I'm not sure how that works but okay. Love is the most powerful force in the Universe...IF it's genuine. 

 Of the two precious minutes that they were actually in space they spent most of it mugging for the camera. Astronaut Perry took the opportunity to give a sneak peek at the song list for her upcoming tour.

 The fact that she's displaying it on a butterfly is very significant, and covering one eye is a nice touch. Looks like she's filled with more self-promotion than love. Thank you for your service, Astronaut Perry. You may now kiss the ground. 

Some people think the whole thing was faked. I personally don't think it was faked but it certainly could've been. We know that many of the photos and videos that are supposedly filmed in outer space are fake. There are hundreds of videos that show bubbles rising, as seen in this screenshot. 

 You can see the bubbles rising as they do in water. Thete are no air bubbles in outer space. These videos were obviously filmed in the massive swimming pool they train in, but they're presented to us as being filmed in space. Still don't believe we've been lied to? 

There's the thing about the door opening prematurely (oops), before the official opening carried out by Jeff Bezos, and it was opened from the inside. That's odd because for safety reasons the door is designed to be opened from the outside only, and Mr. Bezos used a special tool to "unlock" the door, except that it'd already been opened. 

 After the door opened they realized their mistake and closed it for Jeff to reopen but it was too late. I don't know why he even bothered to pretend to unlock it after it'd already been opened, and they couldn't edit it out because it was live. That reeks of bullshittery. 

 The door looked a little flimsy to me, but I'm not a rocket scientist. Jeff proved the existence of gravity here on Earth by doing a serious face-plant as he walked around the capsule. I don't think that was faked. 

 The fact that they spent God knows how much money on hair and makeup, and bragged about it, plus the fact that the future Ms. B had designer outfits made...it reminds me of when we first moved into a wealthy neighborhood although we weren't wealthy, and seeing how fake most of those people were. They didn't care about very much but appearance, money, class and above all fitting in. I called them plastic people. 

 They spent way more time looking at the camera than looking out the window, and that boggles my mind. It really shouldn't though. It's the same old "ME ME ME!" shit. They can't help it. It was more important to look good for the camera than to marvel at being in freaking outer space. These people don't give a shit about much besides themselves, and if they do it's only because it's trendy and gets them attention. 

 One thing most people won't talk about, and that sounds crazy to most people is that this was a ritual. That's right. If you know what certain things represent, it's clear to see. It's no different than award shows, music videos, halftime shows and the like. If you know what you're seeing you know it's just another ritual. You may not believe it but if you compare it to known rituals, the words, gestures and everything else are the same. 

Maybe someone besides the "crew" will have something positive to say about this "mission," but for now it looks like this may go down as one of the great boners of all time...in more ways than one. Surely they must have seen this coming. Stop calling me Shirley...it's Astronaut Shirley. Give me a break. The moral of this story? Perhaps it's better sometimes to stay grounded. 

 

 

 

Random Funny #3,588,467,356,855

 I've skimmed over a good many articles and videos where people are talking about the Blue Origin mission that sent Gayle King, the future Ms. Bezos, Katy "astronaut" Perry and several other ladies into the threshold of outer space. So far I haven't heard one person say anything positive about it. 

 Even Wendy's weighed in. Regarding the astronaut Katy Perry they commented "Can we send her back?" That's brutal and I love it. I also read quite a few comments below the videos. There are some good ones but so far my favorite is from someone who said that they flew in a "rocket that looks like it should come with a safety word." That's hilarious, and clever. For my money most true comedy comes from people who aren't paid to be funny. Have an amusing day.

What will Rappers Flash in a Cashless Society?

 We've probably all seen photos of rappers holding stacks of cash. I care zero for rappers holding stacks of cash but in just the images I've stumbled across, the amount of cash is probably more than the GNP of several small countries. 

 Most people don't realize it yet but we'll be a totally cashless society before too long. Can you imagine a time when this guy's fan made out of 100s will be totally worthless? It's going to happen. When it does, what are these rappers going to flash...a Bitcoin voucher? I guess so. Get ready...it's coming. 

Quote of the Day (You Certainly Managed to Achieve Your Goal)

 "We are going to put the 'ass' in 'astronaut.'" - Katy "astronaut" Perry

What Will Power the Robots?

 I've mentioned Geordie Rose several times. He's the inventor of the D-Wave quantum computer, and he's moved on to robotics. I've talked about this before but I'll do it again, because it's really important, and vitally so to anyone searching for the truth.

 The truth is frowned upon by the "Official Narrative," but literally it is what it is. If you doubt the existence of other dimensions, and even the entities that live in them, I'd urge you to search Geordie Rose on YouTube and see what he has to say about how quantum computers work and how his AI robots will work. 

 Half an hour of your time will open your eyes. It's a paradigm shift, and maybe not for the faint of heart. I get that many people don't want to know the truth...it can be painful, but knowledge is power, and no truer words were ever spoken. Just remember that the truth ALWAYS wins in the end. Always.

 As I've said before, quantum computers get answers from "another dimension" according to Mr. Rose. Before I go any further, this isn't some crackhead, tinfoil-hat nutjob; he's computer designer. He's giving a lecture at a Ted Talk or something like that. This is real. See what he has to say about it...I dare you. 

 He says they don't know exactly how it works but that it does, and the problem solving is done in another dimension. You ever hear that truth is stranger than fiction? There you go. Read 'em and weep. Just for kicks, many of the problems are solved before they finish typing them in. That's some shit. It's nothing compared to the robots though. 

 Mr. Rose's robots...I'm not sure they sound like a good idea, but they're definitely on the way. AI, despite some questionable things, has done remarkable work to advance medicine, technology, learning and all kinds of stuff already, and robots are now doing everything from cooking french fries to brain surgery. Geordie says that his robots will be able to do things a million times better than humans. Let that sink in. He said we'll just have to "get over it." Can you say "Universal Basic Income?" It's coming.

 We've heard all our lives that one day the robots would take over, and it looks like maybe that's not too far off. There were two possible scenarios that were proposed...either humans would still be in control of things and the robots would do all our work for us, allowing us to enjoy a life of leisure, or the robots would 86 the entire human race. Either way there'd be robots.

 What's crazy is that they're going to summon/evoke "entities" to Inhabit these machines. Which entities specifically? He describes to a T the "Old Ones," a race of ancient beings/monsters who were here before humans, and that some say will return. 

 They were made famous by HP Lovecraft in the novel The Dunwich Horror, and supposedly resemble the creature above. The creature was featured in the movie based on the book, and although we only see flashes of it in the movie, they did a pretty good job of recreating it. I'm not sure I'd want a robot with one of those things inside of it but apparently that's what's going to happen. 

 BTW I have to put in a plug for the movie. I'm not a big fan of horror movies but I do like a few of the old classics, and The Dunwich Horror is a fantastic movie. Besides said creature it stars Dean Stockwell, and I love Dean Stockwell. 

 It also stars Ed Begley, the great Sam Jaffe and Sandra Dee (WOOF). My folks took my first BFF Jack Stephens and me to see it at the drive-in. It was our first time to ever see nudity. Since then I've probably watched it 250 times, and owned maybe a dozen copies on VHS and DVD. It's a classic. 

 But back to the bots. For one thing, why in God's Gray Earth would they need to have any kind of entity inhabiting robots? AI and microchips aren't enough? I'll have to go back and watch Geordie's talk again...I don't remember what the reason was, if there was one. 

 Maybe it's to make it more "human," but it's like they're trying to give it a "soul." When asked if these entities could be dangerous, Geordie basically shrugged it off. He said that basically these entities would ignore us. He said they regard us like we regard ants. Well, Mr. Rose, guess what...sometimes we stomp on ants. 

 This sounds like the one of the biggest "Conspiracy Theories" on Earth but it isn't. It's real. See for yourself. It's either that, or stay asleep. It's your choice and I support your right to believe whatever you wish. 

 This is NOT "fear mongering." Right now all this is unknown territory, and humans naturally fear the unknown. What's beautiful is that when something becomes known, it's no longer unknown, and there's nothing to be afraid of. Knowledge erases fear. I'll close by saying either wake up or don't, and when we have Geordie Rose, who needs Science Fiction? 

 

 

 

 

Drunken Origami

 This young lady was taken into custody for suspicion of DUI. Actually there was no suspicion about it...she was hammered. She'd managed to total three vehicles. To her credit she wasn't an angry, disrespectful or mean drunk. I'd knock one back with her.

 While she was waiting to be processed she tried her hand at Origami. She claimed to be an expert, and the cop indulged her. This was her attempt at making a swan. Sorry, sister...close but no cigar. Well, I doubt she has to rely on her Origami skills to get what she wants in life. You know what they say...you got to know when to fold 'em, know when to hold 'em.

More 66s

 Well, isn't this interesting...a couple hours after I did the post about the number 66, a guy on YouTube that I watch every day came on talking about the number 66. He was breaking down a TV series that showed or represented the number 66 several times, including the two sets of six pendants arranged in a circle, as seen above. 

 These syncronicities are popping up all the time. Either that or it's just another of many, many coincidences. Even the timestamp of 50:54 reduces to 6...5+5=11; 11+4=15; 1+5=6. Like I said, 66 is coming up all the time. Buckle-up...things are about to get crazy. BTW I posted this at 6:15...6 and 1+5=6, or 66. It's everywhere.

66

 Lately I've been seeing the number 66 everywhere. Yesterday I turned on my phone and saw that it was 66 degrees outside and my battery was changed to 66%. You have to account for "observational bias," where only the hits register and the misses are ignored, which makes it seem like there are more hits than there really are. 

 I know about that, and most of the time I don't see 66, but it's been happening almost daily for a while now. It's like the 11/11 thing, and I see that a lot too. I have a friend who's into it, and whenever we turn on our phone at 11:11 we'll send each other a screenshot. It happened last November 11th. I sent him a screenshot. It was 11:11 on 11/11.

 What's the deal with 66? It's a "master number" for one thing, and it can also be used to represent 666 with only two numerals. The number 666 is everywhere these days. I love it when there are 665 likes on a video and I can be the 666th. It's the Number of the Beast of course but it doesn't scare me, and neither does the Devil. God says "Be not afraid, for I am with you always." I might take that to heart.

 

Things We Don't Hear About: Doctors and NDEs

 Did you know that doctors are under a gag order not to talk about patients who have near-death experiences? It's true. You'll find a few nurses who'll talk about it and a few hospice nurses have YouTube channels, but you won't hear doctors talk about it. Why? Because it goes against the narrative of the Beast System, and the truth goes against the narrative. More on that in a minute.

 When we hear stories about NDEs it's usually associated with people who believe that they temporarily go to either Heaven or Hell, but there's more to it than that. People report floating above their bodies and being able to observe what's going on below them.

 NDEs most frequently occur on the operating table, as patients code, and are clinically "unalive" for several minutes before being revived. What blows everyone's mind is that they're able to describe in great detail what the doctors are doing to revive them, when they shouldn't be able to observe anything. Doctors can't ignore that but they won't talk about it. 

 Some of these people are completely convinced that they got to see a glimpse of either Heaven or Hell. Those that believe they saw Heaven come back elated, and never fear "unalivement" again, while those who believe they saw Hell come back utterly terrified. I'm guessing it's hard for doctors and others in the room not to be moved.

Many of the people who think they saw Heaven already believed in God, while those who think they saw Hell can't accept Jesus quickly enough. Many doctors have accepted Christ too after witnessing these incidents but we don't hear about that either.

 The thing is, the fact that they can perfectly describe what went on while they were coded basically proves that we do indeed have souls, and lends credibility to the idea that they really did visit Heaven or Hell, which is why they don't want doctors to talk about it. It leads many people to Christ, understandably so, and Satan of course doesn't want that.

 You could make the argument that the alleged visits to Heaven or Hell could be hallucinations, since we do know that at the moment of "unalivement" the brain releases all sorts of chemicals including DMT, one of the most powerful hallucinogens known, but that can't account for them being able to describe what went on while they were coded. 

 One woman came back and told people that there was a red sticker on the top of a ceiling fan blade, and when they climbed up a ladder to have a look, sure enough it was there. Unless she happened to be the one who installed the fan, which is danged unlikely, there's no other explanation except for the fact that she had an out-of-body experience. 

 There's no telling how many videos and articles there are that describe these alleged visits above and below, and there are tens of thousands of comments below the vids. As far as the YouTube videos go, the people who comment have nothing to gain or lose by telling their story. Unless you provide your real name and personal information on your channel like I do, you're anonymous. No one can give you attention or call you a whack job.

 If you don't believe in an afterlife, you might want to check out some of these videos. Around 80% of people do believe in some sort of existence after "unalivement," although many of them don't necessarily believe in a Heaven or Hell.

 There are differences in these stories but also many similarities. This isn't a fun thought but many people who think they saw Hell come back talking about a blackness that's "blacker than black." They say it's a blackness that you can feel. People from all over the world say the same thing, and they don't know each other. I'd just as soon not experience that. 

 Again you can say that the alleged visits are hallucinations but people being able to describe events that took place while they were coded is indisputable. It's living proof as it were. If you don't believe in God or the Devil, these stories just might change your mind. It's changed a lot of doctors' minds, but it's not exactly mainstream news. 

 I believe that the day will come when we'll have to choose whom we serve, directly or indirectly. Choose wisely my friend. Eternity is a long time. Have a blessed day.