Pinnochio had it right
#8 ~ but - a Blue Fairy can't do it for such an One
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This little gem, from the movie “Fun With Dick and Jane” has been on Cynthia’s mind since I started writing these posts. She could go on for hours about the symbolism, conversion, lies and obfuscation within this movie.
If you’re still with me on this string of posts, I thank you for your time, patience, and perseverance. In the next to last one, “All your Money?” I kind of beat up on you dear reader. Going on about how One chooses who and what they are and that the reason we all are in this mess in spring of 2023, is each of us. That we are the problem. And our/your choices have gotten us here. — So what about the Covid scamdemic? Is it our fault that the world was lied to about the jabs and that people are suffering and have died from that lie? Or, is it our fault that nations are toyed with and held in impoverished financial control by the Tyrants of International Finance!? Or worst of all, the pedophile rings and the monsters who sacrifice children? I do not want to sensationalize any of this, I can hardly believe what is coming to light and what has been going on in the darkest corners of humanity. I fear this ongoing revelation of hideousness, is going to continue; and that the courage, strength, and stamina to not cave in to One’s horror; but to choose to see and stand against all that is wrong, is a burden no one wishes to carry. But at least some of us, MUST choose to carry that painful burden, that is why we are here.
The responsibility for these heinous crimes against any and all peoples, lies, squarely upon the shoulders of those who chose to commit those acts. I look forward to a time of relief from the daily rigour, that it is, to not stick my head into the sand and hum a little song in an attempt to put all of the pain and suffering out of my mind. Tribunals, truth and reconciliation, real justice; where those who have conjured this unreal, unbelievable, and tortious reality will be held accountable. That, will be, a good day. A Court of TRUE Justice held by real men and women, remains to be seen, but one way or another, the accounts will come due, and they WILL be paid.
I have a luxury in my work life, to be able to listen to podcasts and lectures all day while I work. My mornings usually begin with a quick visit to BitCute, Rumble, and YouTube to see what’s new in my long list of subscriptions. I download their videos and listen with earbuds while I am doing my daily routine here on the farm. The cows and chickens have not yet been able to figure out why, for seemingly no reason, I burst out laughing, start screaming and cursing, or why I can’t keep the tears from running down my cheeks. In my pursuit for truth, not to be found anywhere on mainstream, I do my best to sort out from: these podcasts, my own experience, wise teachers, ponderings, divine inspiration and of course the good book, that which has led me to write down these words, for you, in these posts. Within the last few days, listening to several of the aforementioned presenters, I realized that these, for the most part, present and reveal the gruesome truth. This long slow burn of searing pain is a requirement. The truth will burn One. It leaves scars that are deep and the healing can take decades if not a lifetime. So why do some of us pursue something so fraught with agony? Some of the presenters, go on to have hope of where we might be headed, usually containing some kind of traditional faith based structure. What I have been going on about in these writings thus far, I believe, is all background and foundational to movement to a new possibility of living. As I said before, this is just one man’s opinion, I don’t claim to have THE answer.
If we as a people, come out of this mess, on the other side, still breathing air and living on this plane of existence, and, in, or on, this world, now cleansed of the filth that had pervaded every level of society, what might it look like? I see a picture where there is relief. The eyes of each such an One do not appear so bleak, and burdened if not utterly hopeless. This sounds like a great start! It is a great start! A little less suffering is a marvellous accomplishment! I expect there will be “partying in the streets” if we can achieve this ideal. And Cynthia and I will dance all night long in those streets as well! (A not so secret passion of mine is dancing, wildly and explosively, with absolutely no idea what I am doing (my friends and family like to snigger a bit about my boisterous foolishness)).
As we are all smiling, laughing, and feeling the release of that hideous tearful horror, what comes next? What will the strata, the framework, of our societal restructuring look like? Will it be enough to have caught and “put away” the perpetrators? What I am getting at is, what is each such an One’s status after this purge/rebuild?
If we return to a version of what we have now, each man and woman will continue to relinquish and subvert their sovereignty to some form of government, legal system, and identify as a servant/subordinate to a default Corporate master. The comfort of not having to take full responsibility for One’s actions, acting as or for some other (corporate entity) is so slimefuly tempting, that I believe, many will gladly return to their former unnatural state.
Amazing Polly recently presented information she has put together on Jordan Peterson and the ARC. ARC is a handpicked (? who did the picking) group of powerful individuals from around the world, allegedly, not content with the leftist and communist machinations of the WEF, WHO, IMF, New World Order gang; who claim, they want to make a better world. Hence the title, ARC, I think Jordan is going to have to grow his beard much longer. As Polly notes, it sums up to be, “The New Boss, is the same as the Old Boss”. If the reformation of finance, government, and society at large is executed by the recruited replacements, “at the top of their game”, of governance, banking, and business, I think it very appropriate to presume, that it will look an awful lot like it does now, perhaps with a few token jail terms for the bad guys that got “caught”.
It is an evil force that is running the current show. I was so relieved when I heard Naomi Wolf on Sarah Westall’s podcast discussing what she believed to be at the root of this most recent assault, all things Covid, against men and women. That, the organization to execute such a massive action, in unison and in near perfect harmony, where every health official and news anchor were singing the same tune. There could only be one conductor to achieve such a massive reverberation throughout the whole world. Naomi’s take was the first that I had come across that resonated so closely to what Cynthia and I had been fearing in our hearts since March of 2020 with the Covid assault. I shared her opinion that: all governments, news reports, every single health official, and all International bodies could agree, in the same moment, that it was the same problem and solution; did not only seem impossible, but that this had never happened before, and that there had to be some kind of organizing force, beyond humanity. That was a really big sentence for a really big point. Call him/it what you will, Satan, the Devil, Lucifer, or whatever name encompasses that necrophylic force and presence that sees humanity as a blight in this realm, but this is what I, and apparently Naomi, believe to be running this operation with inhuman precision. As she put it so clearly, people make mistakes, they get in accidents on the way to work, they didn’t rehearse their lines enough and they say the wrong thing, or whatever other human frailty or doubt affects their actions. For this global paradigm shift, that of dealing with a perceived health threat, to move in lockstep so quickly was one of the clues to Cynthia and myself that there was something beyond, or beneath, this shift. I remember an interview, early on, perhaps on Rebel News, where the man who had been in charge of putting together the “doomsday” or disaster plan for the Province of Alberta. I believe ex-military with experience and training in many diverse “breakdown” situations, commented that (paraphrased): Alberta already has a plan for a threat of this kind (Covid), and it looks nothing like this. Every Country in the world, had their own disaster plans for health emergency or whatever, and then instantly, these are all laid aside to all deal with this new threat, in the exact same manner and timing? — ??
Jordan Peterson, in his early Youtube presence, which I enjoyed very much, presented a series on the analysis of the Disney movie “Pinnochio”. I leave it to you to look it up and dive into the detail of it should you wish. I found it very entertaining and enlightening. Others have described the whole Disney movie package as having to do with normalizing or laying out pedophilic situations etc. There is no question that there is something weird going on in “Bedknobs and Broomsticks”, for sure. But Pinnochio. He left his home and set out on his journey, as he wished (upon a star), to be a REAL boy. I wish to cherry pick from this little story and not delve into the MANY symbolisms portrayed within. So, he leaves home, runs away, and encounters several misadventures. He ends up on “Pleasure Island” where he gets to do anything he wants, even “act” like a grown up, drinking beer and smoking cigars. What is actually happening in this part of the story, is the recruitment of slaves. To convert misbehaving boys into donkeys, to work in the mines. As this truth becomes apparent to Pinnochio, the conversion at least, that in order to escape, he has to leave Pleasure Island, and that he must take a leap off the cliff and dive into the water to get away from this slavery conversion. The archetypical fool, on his journey, must take the first step off the cliff into the unknown, prepared to face the unknown in order to engage on his journey.
~ Three tenets of Pinnochio’s successful REAL BOY journey:
He must not tell a lie.
He must keep going, no matter the terror or mystery.
He must return to the Father.
~ The quest to a REAL life:
Lies
Alexander Solzhenitsyn in his essay “Live Not by Lies”spells out the doom that follows when a society has failed to stand against the frog boiling destruction of an orchestrated takeover effected by the corrosion of debasing the truth. Where lies are put upon a people, upheld as truth, even though the eyes and ears of the population do not see or hear what is said to be true. When the Covid “outbreak” began, I don’t know anyone who witnessed people falling down dead in the streets. The numbers of deaths and hospitalized did not add up at all. It was not until the jabs that any death numbers really changed. Many have exposed this truth. My point is that, when lies are spread in a campaign to create a desired outcome, and the ones being lied to choose to deny their own discernment and relinquish that to the Authorities, well, we have seen clearly what happened in Solzhenitsyn’s case in Russia. In Pinnochio’s case, the severity of this exercise, lying, causes his nose to grow longer. It is something that is, “as plain as the nose on your face”, wrong, bad, and harmful. My Mother’s weapon of choice when it came to me telling a lie, was not to magically extend my nose, but to fill my mouth, where the lie had emanated from, with soap. This was not held out for the special occasion where a lie created some kind of serious problem, no, the serious problem was that I had lied at all. And it was a stain that needed to be removed. The golden rule and Trust Based Societies do not - and can not work in an environment of deceit. There is One known as the Father of Lies.
NOT stopping
No matter what comes Pinnochio’s way, he keeps on truckin. He doesn’t stop and give up, saying it is too hard. Living by the painful truth is hard. Sticking your head in the sand, or going along to get along, in the moment always seems like the easier choice. But Pinnochio must choose to keep going, and to not stop choosing and seeing truth, no matter what.
The Father
Pinnochio’s creator, was the clock maker Geppetto. At the end of Pinnochio’s journey he returns to his Father, he has proven himself “brave, truthful, and unselfish” and he is transfigured into a REAL Boy!
I beg your pardon, I can’t help but to share that, as I am writing this, outside my window, I see Rye, our 3 year old bull, playing with Huffer, one of our yearling bulls. Rye (short for Patriot), outweighs Huffer by several factors, and yet he is allowing the game to continue. A real life, real time example of the big rat study I gave in my previous post. ;-) Sooo cute to watch.
Back to Pinnochio. The de-termination of Pinnochio has been achieved. He was dead, made of wood, and has now been converted into a REAL boy. Like Pinnochio, while wooden he appeared to live, yet being terminated, dead, as in the corp(se) legal fiction; we live a life that is removed from the Father that is filled with lies, cowardice, and meaninglessness. In the Gnostic “Hymn of the Pearl”, the main character of the poem, loses his way, his self is overcome by “eating their food and wearing their clothes”. He forgets who he is and why he is there. It is a beautiful poem, and expresses so clearly the plight of our existence here in this reality. And, that returning to our creator, as did Pinnochio, is the way home.
In the time it has taken me to put this post together, my thoughts have ripened with regard to the reason to de-terminate oneself. It is not so that after the truths have been revealed and the perpetrators have been hung, that each such an One whom has returned to the Father, and knows that they are not a corporate puppet, but a REAL man or woman, child of God, can then create a new and better world. But it is that action, that de-termination, coming to stand in the light of truth and full responsibility; bravely defying the ease of the normalized dead fiction going along to get along, that will bring about the change. It is not to prepare for what is coming in the future, it is to be and do today — that truth and light and way — which will cause the desired change in the whole world. Just yesterday, I heard Catherine Austin Fitts and Joseph P. Farrell talking about the immense potential that is the human imagination. And that, “THEY”, wish for us to forget, like the boy in the Hymn, who One is and where One came from. Each such an One is a monster! In the eyes of the non-creative evil doers, we who stand, and see, are the monsters that THEY have nightmares about. The One’s who are coming for Them! They are scared — and they should be.
Have it good,
Arlen
P.S. We had a little Easter Sunday surprise.
Still learning how to SubStack! I numbered this post as 7 in error. I had begun writing it and then sent out the Frankenstein one (#7) instead and forgot to change Pinnochio to #8. It went out in emails as #7 and then I edited it to #8. Just a heads up.