Well you can tell everyone I’m a down disgrace Drag my name all over the place I don’t care anymore
You can tell everybody ’bout the state I’m in You won’t catch me crying ’cause I just can’t win I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore, d’you hear?
I don’t care what you say I don’t play the same games you play
‘Cause I’ve been talking to the people that you call your friends And it seems to me there’s a means to an end They don’t care anymore
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind I don’t care anymore I don’t care no more
I don’t care what you say We never played by the same rules anyway
I won’t be there anymore Get out of my way Let me by I got better things to do with my time I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore
Well, I don’t care now what you say ‘Cause every day I’m feeling fine with myself And I don’t care now what you say Hey, I’ll do alright by myself ‘Cause I don’t
‘Cause I remember all the times I tried so hard And you laughed in my face ’cause you held the cards I don’t care anymore
And I really ain’t bothered what you think of me ‘Cause all I want of you is just to let me be I don’t care anymore Do you hear, I don’t care no more
I don’t care what you say I never did believe you much anyway
I won’t be there no more So get out of my way Let me by I got better things to do with my time I don’t care anymore Do you hear, I don’t care anymore I don’t care no more You listening? I don’t care no more No more
Oh yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah
You know I don’t care no more Don’t care no more No more, no more, no more Don’t care no more No more, no more
No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more
And she said, “You don’t have a clue what it means to be a peasant. My essence has been merged with the vitality of the entire planetary system and all life upon it. I am wealthier than you could ever dream of! You hollow shell, surrounding yourself with ‘things’ and ‘degrees’ calling yourself a success … You are the true peasant.”
She was truthful when lying was the common speech of men; she was honest when honest was become a lost virtue; she was a keeper of promises when the keeping of a promise was expected of no one; … she was full of pity when a merciless cruelty was the rule; she was steadfast when stability was unknown, and honorable in an age which had forgotten what honor was; she was a rock of convictions in a time when men believed in nothing and scoffed at all things; she was unfailingly true in an age that was false to the core; she was of a dauntless courage when hope and courage had perished in the hearts of her nation.
Ana’s experience here is exactly why I present myself so authentically and transparently. Looking for those who are in resonance. Can’t find them if I’m hiding!
Do you shy away from showing others your intuitive/psychic abilities? I was just telling someone today that I like to mess with 3D people. One time someone from work complained to me that they don’t like so-and-so. I said, “Well, that’s because he’s not human. He’s an ET.” They went 😳❓
Then recently someone from work called to talk to me about the eclipse and I started telling him how the energy of the moon is filthy because of ET interferences and black magic. He went 🥴🥴⁉️⁉️
😂
One time I told a colleague that a client was going to award us with 13 new projects. When it actually happened a few weeks later, I showed the manager my Teams message where I had sent this to our colleague, and his jaw dropped. I told him I saw it in my crystal ball.
😂
And you know what? When I do this, a lot of times, people will say what I didn’t expect. They will start to tell me about their NDEs or encounters with ETs or prophetic dreams. This is how I’ve been able to discover people who know stuff among a sea of people who only appear to not know stuff. They don’t talk about it because they have no one to talk to about it. Until I say something weird, then, voilà.
Pioneers make the first move. 🥰
If we spiritual folks say we are the pioneers that we are, then we just lead the way, and it doesn’t have to be serious. It can be full of laughs and fun 🥳
This reads like science fiction, but if you are ready, it’s the direct truth.
It’s OK, we, in part, helped to design this system.
But if we play into it more, it will diminish our mind’s ability to make sense of reality and society.
This society is ran on a kind of informational track or script and there are a majority presence here that does not think on their own, but thinks as an extension of that overall track or script.
You are different if you can ask yourself why you are not like them. (@TellisAug693)
A world where the most insidious, human-looking parasites have infiltrated society. Their presence is ubiquitous, yet barely noticed. They are the NPCs, non-player characters, whose ratio to actual humans is staggering: 1 to 5,555. Given this ratio, in a perceived population of 8 billion, there are only about 144,000 true humans. 8 billion illusionary, 800 million NPC.
These parasites are not creators; they produce nothing of value. Their sole function is to serve the Hive, a massive, invisible machine dedicated to control and extraction. At the apex of this parasitic structure is the Taxman – the ultimate leech. Propped up by military force, political maneuvering, and legal frameworks, the Taxman is a master of theft, taking without producing.
But the Taxman does not operate alone. The tax consultant, a supposed ally to the common person, is just another cog in the machine. This symbiotic relationship between Taxman and tax consultant ensures that the extraction appears justified. While the consultant pretends to save you money, they actually ensure you pay both the Taxman and themselves. This is the two-faced nature of the parasite – feeding off the same host from both sides.
The Hive’s infiltration is subtle, like a virus spreading through an organism. NPCs, controlled by an unseen algorithm, execute their roles without deviation. They form the backbone of various institutions – banks, insurance companies, financial firms -that create nothing but manipulate everything. These entities trade in a single commodity: human labor and life.
Money, in this system, is a mere illusion. It’s a slave certificate, a symbol of control rather than true wealth. Its value is subject to political whims and economic maneuvers, making it a tool of oppression rather than freedom. Inflation, deflation, and market crashes are engineered events, designed to tighten the Hive’s grip on the populace.
Lenders and financiers are another breed of these parasites. They lure you into debt with the promise of prosperity, only to bind you with invisible chains of interest and repayment. They are the overseers, wielding whips of financial obligation, ensuring you remain a slave to the system. Every loan, every mortgage, every credit card is a trap, set to extract your life’s energy under the guise of helping you achieve your dreams.
As humanity edges towards an awakening, the NPCs are desperate to maintain control. They plot a reset – a cataclysmic event aimed at wiping out most of the human population. The survivors, primarily children, would be indoctrinated into a new, even more controlled world order.
History offers a precedent in the enigmatic case of Tartaria. Post-cataclysm, adults were eradicated, leaving only children who were funneled into orphanages, much like the tale of Oliver Twist. These orphans were the raw material for the Hive’s new order. Subsequent world wars further solidified this control, creating a perpetual cycle of destruction and rebirth under the parasitic system.
In this gritty, rugged reality, the parasites’ true aim is clear: complete domination over human life and labor. They are NPCs, mere shells operating under an algorithm, extracting value and perpetuating control. The challenge for the remaining humans is to recognize these patterns, to fight against the layers of deception and exploitation, and to reclaim their autonomy from a Hive that seeks to enslave them eternally.
The parasites use elaborate tactics to divert attention and give the impression they are on your side. The legal system presents itself as a bastion of justice, while lawyers and politicians manipulate laws to benefit the Hive. Financial advisors appear to offer guidance but ultimately lead you deeper into the labyrinth of debt and dependence. These roles are carefully crafted to maintain the illusion of choice and autonomy, masking the true nature of the parasitic control.
Yesterday I was pondering the stealth and skill of our Divine Collective Warriors **You’re amazing** and the words “Buffalo Soldier” came to mind from that song, and I recognized my brother, relative, and friend.
Sister, trust your vibrant inner knowing, that lucid vision that speaks to you. The truth you cannot deny.
Nourish the fertile gardens of your wild inner terrains knowing that time of harvest will come… all things flower in their time.
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Cultivate patience and courage.
~*~ A role of the Priestess is to midwife new worlds, into the dream of our Mother GAIA.
A role of the Priestess is to midwife Souls, her own and others.
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Hold fast to your path Sister. You will be challenged this is certain…. and know that your sisters stand with you.
Remember such challenges are only a test, an opportunity to deepen in the Flowering Essence of your innate Soul’s Wisdom.
Let us cultivate the Gift of our womanhood and the commitments of our lineage to serve the well being of all beings to nourish Life at this critical juncture.
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Quote by Sarah Drew-Author of GAIA CODEX-A Novel and Ancient Wisdom Text Revealed