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https://odysee.com/@laquintacolumnainternational:7/Message-from-Dr-Zelada-to-the-scientific-community:5
Listen carefully please to all of it. Consider both of these in their entirety.
https://odysee.com/@laquintacolumnainternational:7/Physician-and-scientist-Dr-Dietrich-Klinghardt-talks-about-5G-and-graphene-oxide-in-injectables.:4
Did you know that six scientists identifying the graphene oxide, three in Italy and three in the US, “died suddenly” shortly after revealing their findings? Me Neither.
( Do you know that this computer underlines graphene, as well as the names of these folks mentioned below? Except for Jane Ruby? Hmmm….let me see… interesting…it underlined “Breggin” too, but still not Ruby. Even SP is underlined, but not in this para. How weird. Curioser and curioser….)
This is news to me, although I doubt that it is news to either Sasha Latipova, Jane Ruby, or Astrid Stuckleberger. We can add Dr. Andreas Noack to that list of “died suddenly”. I hope to see an additional version of “died suddenly” listing all the truth tellers who were fully conscious of the “risks” .On second thought, maybe not. I may never get to see it, instead be in it. Watch what you wish for, Laughing Waters.
(Do you know that the red squiggly underlines went away as soon as I wrote about them? ) (And that they returned after I bold lettered that statement? )
In any case, take or leave it. We’ve been saying from the start, this is not about anything but that “power”, that false “power over”, that power which “corrupts absolutely”. That electricity….”power” you call it. Ask, “do you have power?”, that’s what is understood now, not the person’s inherent “power of” life, “power of action/to act”, “power of perception/to perceive”. All modern discourses of power center around “power over”.
The only ones willing and eager to see this mis-identification end are those who’ve lived long enough without false power and know the difference between being fully alive and closely comatose.
Armchair “warriors” scream as loud as their dependencies. Listen to the tortured souls who cannot imagine living “without” any of it. Living without true human connection, without social relevance, that’s okay tho. TV fills in. “On the line” “communities” stand in for the isolation and inhumanities that kill long before the final “shot”. The “shot” heard ‘round the world. Indeed. In deed. How did doing get turned into a dead paper “deed”? How did the planet get cut up into pieces? How did sound get cut up into pieces? Go up high on a roof or hill or mountain, look all around at your geography, imagine it without…before….the imposition of “the european gridwork.”
“In a homeland, we’ve never seen.” Neil Young, “Pocahontas”
Denial is not a river in egypt. It is the illusionary passageway of the Ships of Fools. Of which Cole and McCullough, a culler, are safely floating on, or so they imagine. Maloney Baloney isn’t even worth discussing, he’s obscene. Like my Six Year Med classmate and friend Diana would say: “He’s got sneaky eyes. “
“You can’t hide those lying eyes, and your smile is no disguise
Thought by now, you’d realize, there ain’t no way to hide those lying eyes.” The Eagles
I suppose the “dengue” discourse will hit Thailand again, soon enough. I wonder how many US Military bases are in Thailand?
When I was about to return there once, folks stateside were “Whoa! They’re under martial law!” I looked it up, sure enough. So, I figured, and said, I have never ever felt any fear of assault from a man where I hang in Thailand. Not walking home for forty five minutes or more into the countryside from dancing at four am. Not in town. Never. Anywhere in that place. The older western males are much more aggressive and assaultive. And the just-out-of-the-army groups of young Israeli males….they are like packs of wild dogs. I confronted one of them once who was driving up and down this tiny street filled with walkers like a murderous maniac. He didn’t seem to get it, so I asked him if he thought he had a Biggus Dickus or something? He yelled at me, standing over his motorbike, in full hearing of so many, “I do have a big dick!!” A friend of his came over to “make it okay” while he ran off. Not okay.
I later saw him sitting in a burger place with a group of his baboon friends, facing the street. I lifted my forearm as I walked by and yelled out twice “Not even as big as my forearm!!”
About the fifth time a local gentleman inquired “Where’s your husband?”, in the early years, I answered impatiently “Why? Do I need one?!” Not once was I ever asked this question again. And within a few years, the first single , backpacking, female Asian travelers began to appear . Nice.
So, “military law” in northern Thailand was pretty much what I expected. There were a few soldiers camped out confusedly in a square in Chiang Mai, minding their own business, as was everyone else. Life went on as usual.
The final test of their military training is to be dropped off in the jungle for two weeks with nothing but a machete, and the clothes they wear. So, uhmmm, there is nothing whatsoever to use a machete on in a paved square in the middle of a major boulevard in Chiang Mai, except perhaps careful trimming of nails and hairs. A-men.
I mean, come on, they were outnumbered….conservative, uninformed guess….a million to one? It’s a Buddhist country. Sure, a lot of the males drink, and it does to them what it does, makes arseholes of them. But there’s one quick way to end their stupidity in terms of aggression. Just ask one question: “Are you a Buddhist? “
Believe me. A man who gave a Thai female friend a ride home once, and was soon confronted with potential violence from her “boyfriend” and his troop of babbons, told me this. I tried it late one night, walking past a couple as the male was seriously aggressing against his female companion. It worked, like “magic”. Like cold water to the head. Sure I was alone. Sure I was in my late sixties and no more than one hundred and fifteen pounds of pure attitude. Great Being walks with me. With each one of us who is fully human.
In Urubamba , Peru, very poor, strong, not a plot of dirt left uncultivated. Food growing everywhere. No need for pesticides, the cows mow the grass along the roadways and streets. The plowing is aided by animals. Same in some areas of Vancouver, BC. Narrow strips of soil running between fences and driveways planted up good with beans and peas covering the fences. Inner city.
The alleyways in Chiang Mai are lined with huge clay pots growing every kind of flower and herb and vine and bush. My favorite cafes are filled with potted and planted greenery and flowers, gardens by design, with water flowing.
Human earth-life cultures. Not disembodied, dead machine cultures. One of the most toxic myths is that of the superior “wealth” and “better lifestyle” of western and technologically saturated “cultures”. Begs the definition of culture, as those machines cannot reproduce themselves. If they can, that’s what they’ll be most busy at.
Cool. Soon as I pulled that up, the sun burst out. If robots are programmed to be as “human as possible”, the idea of ‘control” continues to be the sublime joke it’s always been.
Osteopaths, chiropractors, and “body” workers, massage therapists etc, say that the most difficult bodies to affect, to heal, to adjust and balance and relax, are those of “business people”. Why? Because they want to, need to… control.
Do not allow your desires to possess you, this is how you become possessed. Possessed of desire. Possessed of fear of not gaining or of losing the “object” of your desire. The passion, the wanting. Emotion means moving outward. Allow your desires to be cast to the wind, as not all are meant to take root.
Imagine a Twilight Zone where each and every desire-thought that you have manifests? Isn’t this what the fools who claim “you create your entire reality” are saying? How many of us would not be murderers? Gluttons? Tyrants?
I was incensed, and will remain so, with all the persons who became petty tyrants overnight when Big Daddy gave them the go ahead and the backing, the back bone, which develops according to the financial threat or incentive, evidently, where there is none to begin with. No backbone, that is.
Come on, tell the truth. Can anyone honestly say that they have never ever once in their life wished someone else dead? Someone who has dished out insult , injury and pain? False rumors? Complete denial of abuse?
Curmudgeon stream…..
Oh, I have a rather important and curious question I’d like to put out on the “coconut express” to one and all middle class “rebels”. And this is it:
PART ONE: ARE YOU GOING TO PAY TAXES TO THE IRS????
PART TWO: HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR “PROTECTORS” IN UNIFORM NOW? THOSE WHO TRAVEL THE GLOBE TO SECURE YOUR PORTFOLIO/BUSINESS INTERESTS?
I won’t ask questions about “the poor”, as it may remind them they have a “war on poverty” to fight also, which like the “war on terror”, means anyone, basically. I have heard enough middle class aphorisms of dismissal to last me many lifetimes, thank you.