Friday, December 3, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
June 20th - Mind Warp Wake Up...
The 'What if...?' appears to be a 'What the fuck?' American Government mirrors a pre-War Germany in a set up for the New World Order, Global Domination and Mind Control? Lovely, lets make a cup of tea?
After questioning the source of information, (media, education, finance...') I began to follow a string of links across the web. Numerous seemingly unrelated areas all mesh into creating the New Word Order and various means to obtain it. Two government programs I came across were:
CIA Mind Control Operations MK-Ultra. MK-Ultra represents Mind Kontrolle - the German spelling of K replacing the C in defense to Nazis, formally serving Hitler, who inspired the project. These are the final steps of the Global Elite's progression to their goal.
F.E.M.A camps...Federal Emergency Management Agency. Compare a FEMA camp to a concentration camp you won't find a difference, there are even UTube videos of thousands of empty coffins arriving at the some 6000 camps currently dotted around the USA.
Here's the cherry on top...A 'Satanic Church' known as the Temple of Set is an organization developed by the leader of Hitler's SS, Heinrich Himmler. When it was exposed that Americas Psychological Warfare was headed by a Neo-Natiz officials replied, "A man's religion is his own business."
It would seem that nations of people have been eroded into a state of 'Sheepal' (not people but sheep) hypnotized by reality television, sports, celebrity sex tapes, stress of making rent (or by paying off interest on money that only exists in a computer) and we lose sight of the experience of life. Often made to feel 'crazy' if you notice things that seem impossible. There needs to be an awakening to the potential and the 'magnet-tude' of the global collective consciousness. Everything is a reflection of what we have created. We are infinite consciousness, everything is a holograph projected from a far corner of the universe and the only thing 'real' is Love.
After questioning the source of information, (media, education, finance...') I began to follow a string of links across the web. Numerous seemingly unrelated areas all mesh into creating the New Word Order and various means to obtain it. Two government programs I came across were:
CIA Mind Control Operations MK-Ultra. MK-Ultra represents Mind Kontrolle - the German spelling of K replacing the C in defense to Nazis, formally serving Hitler, who inspired the project. These are the final steps of the Global Elite's progression to their goal.
F.E.M.A camps...Federal Emergency Management Agency. Compare a FEMA camp to a concentration camp you won't find a difference, there are even UTube videos of thousands of empty coffins arriving at the some 6000 camps currently dotted around the USA.
Here's the cherry on top...A 'Satanic Church' known as the Temple of Set is an organization developed by the leader of Hitler's SS, Heinrich Himmler. When it was exposed that Americas Psychological Warfare was headed by a Neo-Natiz officials replied, "A man's religion is his own business."
It would seem that nations of people have been eroded into a state of 'Sheepal' (not people but sheep) hypnotized by reality television, sports, celebrity sex tapes, stress of making rent (or by paying off interest on money that only exists in a computer) and we lose sight of the experience of life. Often made to feel 'crazy' if you notice things that seem impossible. There needs to be an awakening to the potential and the 'magnet-tude' of the global collective consciousness. Everything is a reflection of what we have created. We are infinite consciousness, everything is a holograph projected from a far corner of the universe and the only thing 'real' is Love.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
june 16th 10 Past is the present that makes our future
I came across an old diary, old poems, old emails...from two years ago.. a year ago... time bleeds and colours the days. Each time has felt like an eternity, each eternity a number of days, a life and the future is full of lives. The rope that burns my palms needn't if I trust in my infinite sole.
Reading over the words of yesterday brought back the emotions...the change, the loss, the soulful GPS that repositioned and since then I've spun out out out out... Looking back in the rear view mirror I noticed an eternity. Look forward an eternity lays languid as watery sunshine caught between concrete, city and sky.
Sorrow takes flight, sparrows form clouds and fly in formations...all is never lost only held forever. Forever builds today's foundation.
Last night I started watching True Blood and loved it. Vampires are the new thought boat. Think of them metaphorically and audit my energy, I don't want to let anyone drain me. Think of NYC everyday. London was last nights dream. NYC will be tomorrow's. Today my eyes escape into the mountains, I listen to the 'doo de doo do dar' of Southern Americans and ate chicken, biscuits and gravy for breakfast.
Reading over the words of yesterday brought back the emotions...the change, the loss, the soulful GPS that repositioned and since then I've spun out out out out... Looking back in the rear view mirror I noticed an eternity. Look forward an eternity lays languid as watery sunshine caught between concrete, city and sky.
Sorrow takes flight, sparrows form clouds and fly in formations...all is never lost only held forever. Forever builds today's foundation.
Last night I started watching True Blood and loved it. Vampires are the new thought boat. Think of them metaphorically and audit my energy, I don't want to let anyone drain me. Think of NYC everyday. London was last nights dream. NYC will be tomorrow's. Today my eyes escape into the mountains, I listen to the 'doo de doo do dar' of Southern Americans and ate chicken, biscuits and gravy for breakfast.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
June 13th 2010 Jacked up on David Icke Spiritual Awakening
8 hours staggered over a week spent sponging into the words from my laptop screen, watching David Icke 'Beyond the edge of Reason' words found a connection to a gut feelings, intuition knowledge of My Self already known but now acknowledged. "I am infinite conscientiousness, infinite being, infinite potential. The only thing real is love and all else is an illusion. We are nothing but a holograph projected from a far corner of the universe. We have the capacity to experience infinite knowledge. Life is no more but an experience. We are all one in infinite diversity bound with infinite love and our purpose is not to 'survive' but to experience. I am an infinite being and 'Chloe Firetto-Toomey' is the name of my experience. It's time to connect the right and left brain and to trust the intuition of the global collective consciousness of what is right. The good in humanity and not a viscous fight of profits, hierarchy, murder and exploitation. Once we awake all fear and impossibility will dispel and the fog will have lifted.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Frday 11th June - Notes on Asheville, North Carolina
It sounds like "Do de do Dar di do de do" when people speak. I'm sure to them, I'm the one who talks funny with a presumable 'la di da' persona. The crossover from London, Miami to small mountain city has been introspecting. Like animals at the zoo observing each other or like deciding to have a child when your holding someone Else's. Moving to Asheville was like that. I thought the it would be fabulous. 'Quaint' 'Artsy' that everyone would be pleasant and the sun would shine upon me as I strolled through the town with the mountains as my backdrop. Turns out the rage fueled roads are picturesque from a far with roadkill marking the perimeters more frequent than street lights. Downtown is pleasant with cafes, bars and restaurants, privately owned businesses...how nice? The town closes down around 11 or 12 apart from one bar. The privately owned businesses are a victory against the corporate which I applaud. Still their is a small mind mentality. A dislike for those who are not native. This primitive concept should have been washed away considering the streets are named after those from the big cities...'Lexington Ave', 'Broadway' and 'Wall Street'...I've seen busier roads in the back streets of my hometown, Bristol, England. All the attributes of a big City without the people to make it. Asheville appears to have a bad attitude and a small mind that doesn't fit the exterior. A great place for hippies with families, herbalist and a mecca for the self righteous. Look what it's done to me! Get me to NYC!!!!!!!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
June 9th 2010
Almost two years ago to the day it all changed forever. This is recorded history of the experience named Chloe Firetto-Toomey.
London mixology, glittering black streets, soles in steps with gold sequined shoes and the City calling. The call of duel citizenship, duality called across the pond to Miami. To explore my passport to my father's land. To experience. I risked all my little life had gathered, threw it up and watched it spark out like fireflies getting lost in the night. I guess that's what it's all about. Wondering or stagnant or running still all in the name of experience. I made my decision to do now and think later. This is my habit. A reoccurring pattern in the fabric of life, i pull my own threads and pluck the frayed. I left London and once you leave it's hard to go back, this by no means makes moving forward clear either. I suppose we are all tugging on those threads, ropes to pull us through to the next breath.
Lets move to the now; sat in a red Honda civic at 12:48am, Asheville, NC. I moved to the mountains rebelling from my father on a quest to make it to New York City. I thought the country air would lend me breathing space, clarity of mind. Crystalline blood should follow the indescribable force for that is a sole freedom.
The move from London to Miami to Asheville has been a considerable shock to the system. The culture is different, not Latino of Miami, not diverse as London. The nest in the mountains is a strange Quiet. No city choirs, sirens or screams with their colour explosions resonating through the languid river roads. I went from Poetry Cafes and Cocktails to working as a banquet server in an old creepy hotel, apparently haunted. Definitely hair raising and in a comedic light barely resembling a 'Faulty Towers' feel meets 'The Shinning'. The night has a devouring blackness to it unlike the city, out here the stars offer no constellation. In the city you cannot see them but who wants to anyways? You're in the city. The city forms the constellations and threads dreams to fabric.
If I am creating my reality, life is a classroom, I am my own God. I am creating the lessons, the problems and the solutions. Hours arrive by the second, my compass cares not. I'm still sitting here, waiting for the coins to lead me to the lights and then what? what? What happens when you are out there? With only desire lines, eyeballs on the horizon with only a ghost of a destination?
I went to see Sex and the City 2 last night. The late night showed to me and one other female. It was the first time i'd been to the cinema on my own. I laughed, I cried and loved it. It made me miss my friends and want to buy a new outfit. It made me remember me when I flowed through the city's veins, feeling myself pump lost and precise through the underground with headphones in my ears on the way to meet the girls. I used to think that you had to lose yourself to truly find yourself. This thought lingers, the egg timer has yet to decide and maybe it never will and maybe that is my defining factor, quality and character flaw.
Do other people consciously make decisions? or do the decisions make them? my decision has been to bolt rather than have it be decided for me.
London mixology, glittering black streets, soles in steps with gold sequined shoes and the City calling. The call of duel citizenship, duality called across the pond to Miami. To explore my passport to my father's land. To experience. I risked all my little life had gathered, threw it up and watched it spark out like fireflies getting lost in the night. I guess that's what it's all about. Wondering or stagnant or running still all in the name of experience. I made my decision to do now and think later. This is my habit. A reoccurring pattern in the fabric of life, i pull my own threads and pluck the frayed. I left London and once you leave it's hard to go back, this by no means makes moving forward clear either. I suppose we are all tugging on those threads, ropes to pull us through to the next breath.
Lets move to the now; sat in a red Honda civic at 12:48am, Asheville, NC. I moved to the mountains rebelling from my father on a quest to make it to New York City. I thought the country air would lend me breathing space, clarity of mind. Crystalline blood should follow the indescribable force for that is a sole freedom.
The move from London to Miami to Asheville has been a considerable shock to the system. The culture is different, not Latino of Miami, not diverse as London. The nest in the mountains is a strange Quiet. No city choirs, sirens or screams with their colour explosions resonating through the languid river roads. I went from Poetry Cafes and Cocktails to working as a banquet server in an old creepy hotel, apparently haunted. Definitely hair raising and in a comedic light barely resembling a 'Faulty Towers' feel meets 'The Shinning'. The night has a devouring blackness to it unlike the city, out here the stars offer no constellation. In the city you cannot see them but who wants to anyways? You're in the city. The city forms the constellations and threads dreams to fabric.
If I am creating my reality, life is a classroom, I am my own God. I am creating the lessons, the problems and the solutions. Hours arrive by the second, my compass cares not. I'm still sitting here, waiting for the coins to lead me to the lights and then what? what? What happens when you are out there? With only desire lines, eyeballs on the horizon with only a ghost of a destination?
I went to see Sex and the City 2 last night. The late night showed to me and one other female. It was the first time i'd been to the cinema on my own. I laughed, I cried and loved it. It made me miss my friends and want to buy a new outfit. It made me remember me when I flowed through the city's veins, feeling myself pump lost and precise through the underground with headphones in my ears on the way to meet the girls. I used to think that you had to lose yourself to truly find yourself. This thought lingers, the egg timer has yet to decide and maybe it never will and maybe that is my defining factor, quality and character flaw.
Do other people consciously make decisions? or do the decisions make them? my decision has been to bolt rather than have it be decided for me.
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