Softening the Fall of the Apocalypse

So like the undisciplined glutton that I can be, I binge watched all the Foundation series yesterday. 

So. ✨ Many. 💫  Friggin'. 🔥 Lightbulbs! 💥

You think these prescribed periods of war are decided around a galactic federation conference table or in the war room of a council of gods? Uh uh. No. 

THIS is how they are determined 👇👇👇 It's not a power game between factions. It's not personal. It's just ... numbers. 

A population of 8 Trillion ... can you conceptualise it?

A trillion is 1 followed by 12 zeros, so 1,000,000,000,000.

A trillion seconds is over 31,000 years. Multiply this by 8, and you get 248,000 years. Almost a quarter of a million years.

Yeah ... that'd be a big-enough sample size.

And remember, the Karistus taught the Sumerians some VERY high level maths ... not to mention the vast numbers the Vedic cultures worked with.

Are you beginning to connect the dots?

So ... can you see now how 'winning' this 2017-2022 war doesn't translate into living in paradise on earth? Winning this war just means the fall has been softened considerably. But the struggle continues. This is a long game. I have no idea how far through the 'math' we are ... whether we are at the beginning, the middle, or approaching the end.

Can you also begin to sense how pivotal EVENTS are ... and why 72's are primarily used as EVENT MAKING AGENTS rather than as spies or soldiers?

A while ago, Dante highlighted the Coincidence Makers book. I thought it would be non-fiction and was looking forward to hear the theories behind it. But it was 'just' a story. But truths were dropped. Remember the plausible deniability clause.

Anyway ... I've become aware that all the interesting little 'touch points' that lead me to a piece of work ... a piece of music, a movie, a show, a book, an article, a 'random' (huh!) facebook or twitter or instagram post (they use what they need to to get your attention) ... that are carefully laid out trip wires designed to point me in particular directions.

Oh, this is a GLORIOUS Alice in Wonderland journey! And I daresay that Dante is the White Rabbit.

One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you

Don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice

When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits

And you know you're going to fall

Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar

Has given you the call

Call Alice

When she was just small

When the men on the chessboard

Get up and tell you where to go

And you've just had some kind of mushroom

And your mind is moving low

Go ask Alice

I think she'll know

When logic and proportion

Have fallen sloppy dead

And the White Knight is talking backwards

And the Red Queen's off with her head

Remember what the dormouse said

Feed your head

Feed your head

(... and you thought this was just a trippy dippy hippy anthem 😉 )