They didn’t expect so many warrior spirits.
They didn’t expect us to stand together. They didn’t expect us to walk from our careers, to leave our shoes behind.
They didn’t expect us to boycott our old ways of living. They didn’t think we would give up our social activities. They didn’t expect us to do without restaurants, sports or concerts. They didn’t expect us to find new and better things to do.
They didn’t expect the free thinkers to be so resilient.
They didn’t expect our souls to be so filled with passion and strength.
They didn’t expect our intuition to be so tuned in.
They didn’t expect the fire within us to put all of hell to shame.
It has become very clear that those who have made their choice will not waiver in their decision. There is nothing that can be said, done or taken away that will coherse us into submission. We do not fear death and therefore choose life!
We choose to live life in this sacred temple with honor, dignity and truth. Because life is precious and also temporary, it will be over our dead body that we will comply with orders from their mind control.
We free thinkers will always seem crazy to those who can’t see beyond conventions. We’re being ridiculed for evolving past people’s comfort zones. Self educated people who escape the shackles of deception will never be fooled by institutionalized propoganda.
I say we because I am not alone. There are me’s in every country, city and town. There are me’s isolated in the mountain’s and me’s strategically placed in positions of power. Our resolve is being tested like never before which may seem hard right now but we always knew this was never going to be easy.
The opportunity to create our own reality is upon us as it is times such as these that force us to do what is necessary. Not just necessary for our survival but what is necessary for a life worth living.
Nothing is what it seems so keep an open mind. We’re waking up collectively as a species at a speed never seen before. So buckle up, keep your eyes on the ball and enjoy the ride, because things are going to get a lot more weird and crazy before they get better.
So to all those that have been called, conspiracy theorists, misfits, crazy nut jobs and space cadets. Never give up, keep doing what you’re doing and stay focused, we got this.
❤️ See you on the other side Fam….its gonna be glorious!
~John Parry/T
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Note to Readers:
I’ve been called many names and accused of things I have not done. Yet, I have stood quietly or at least sat quietly typing out my opinions and notes, using the pen (or laptop) as my weapon of choice in this battle between good and evil currently playing out on the stage of our world. Was I aware I would be here today spending hours reviewing videos and articles and then posting them for a tiny audience of less than 1,000 people? No… it wasn’t planned. It wasn’t intentional. This passion of mine developed organically as a consequence of seeing a need within me to communicate… not to family or friends, of which I have few right now, but to an unseen audience of patient readers. Some come and go and I wish them well, but I’m not here to please people or to fulfill their needs above what I sense is right… for me.
Am I a hero? I don’t know that… Yes, I get the occasional note of thanks from a few readers, but not much else — save the rare few who have aided me beyond my ability to truly thank them. Still, with little praise I continue this work. In the process I have come to appreciate my love of language as it is through words I convey my thoughts on current and past events.
This little blog has changed in extraordinary ways… and when the movie ends, it will change once more, exactly how I can’t predict right now. We can only flow with the course of events as disclosure overtakes our world view and our planet changes forever.
My role in this lifetime has been a minor one, but knowing my efforts have had an effect on some people has made it feel worthwhile.
I want to extend my thanks to all who come to these digital pages. Without your encouragement, I probably wouldn’t have continued… or perhaps I would have. As my father said, I am stubbornly independent and don’t like to told what to do or how to think, which makes me perfect for this self-motivated work.
We can’t all be alien contactees or abductees now can we? I’m neither to the best of my knowledge, but I’ve always known that aliens or extraterrestrials (and Inner Earth beings) are as real as our next door neighbors. I was reading science fiction and fantasy as a pre-teen and haven’t looked back. I never sought to fit into things I thought were stupid and illogical. I resisted the siren call of the masonic orders — I have Masons on both sides of the family. I walked away from many groups, from a cult, from one who claimed to be my starry sister… in response to an inner knowing.
We all have our own paths to follow. None of us are cookie-cutter beings. We have complex, ancient soul lineages and for one who is as intuitive as myself, it is impossible to conform entirely to outer expectations of people, which doesn’t make me very popular in some circles.
I live a simple life and will continue to do so in the coming years. It is the way I am, the way I seek to be, close to nature, animals, creativity, and quiet.
Christmas approaches… but I have chosen to no longer support this Satanic holiday. When I again live on my own, I will create my own traditions. I know too much about the reality behind the doctrines and dogma of the church to believe in its validity. Eventually, those whom I have offended by my blunt manner of expression will come to learn the truth I attempted to share. In my own way, I’ve been a conspiracy theorist since I started reading books from the library as a 10-year-old.
Celebrate those among us who have pursued their paths with enthusiasm and dedication. Celebrate yourselves as members of an swiftly evolving race which will soon be reaching for the stars and healing our mother planet, Gaia.
Again, thanks to those who have long followed my wandering path and have patiently read my opinions and articles. Peace out.
Eliza Ayres
Sunny's Journal 