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Authenticity With other Bloggers

I actually READ you folks posts before I hit like and I don’t hit like if I didn’t like it or it wasn’t my thing.

No one is obligated to like my posts. I know most don’t understand what I’m talking about. BUT…you could seek out and read my 3000 posts on the oracle and study more. Understanding synchronicity could save your life.

I ask that you not like my posts if you haven’t read them. Authenticity. Tell the truth please 🙏 . It’s all about individual empowerment so we can each contribute to the diverse COLLECTIVE without expectations. Be secure in yourself without needing the approval of others.

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Musk Says Twitter Suppressed Free Speech Under Orders From Government

https://link.theepochtimes.com/mkt_app/elon-musk-says-some-twitter-bans-violated-first-amendment_4901921.html?utm_source=andshare

What I see is, the c+Ă—Ă·= is using Musk as COVER to buy time, to see if they can scam their way out of their demise.

Pretending to come clean on being evil by using someone who is evil to do it is a good fake if you’re programmed enough to buy it.

I’m not. I think Musk may be coerced against his will into the pocket of the ICC due to some Draco debt with his family. My intuition.

Biden and his ilk have done far worse than suppress free speech. There is litany.

This is a signal from the left that they’re dumping Biden.

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Viewing My “Off Narrative” Science Posts

Word Press sets these algorithms to try to steer you toward what they want you to see. The Intuitive Categories should take you to Categories not tags but they’ve set the science search on the science category to tags. Why? Not.

There are 600 great posts on here under science. USE THE SEARCH BOX AND TYPE IN SCIENCE and the posts will be in chronological order.

I’m not done categorizing and tagging but making a good dent. There are 750 posts left to categorize.

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The Psychology of Mimetic Contagion by Brownstone Institute

It’s groupthink virus that’s behind the blind following of scamdemic and other narratives shored up by 12:60 time coordinate.

“…under conditions of mass formation, people buy into a narrative not because it is true, but because it cements a social bond they desperately need.:

The article in the link below

“People buy into the narrative, even when it becomes absurd and out of touch with facts on the ground, not because they believe in the narrative, but precisely because it creates a social bond that they don’t want to relinquish. As in hypnosis, their field of vision becomes excessively narrowed, focused exclusively on the elements of the accepted narrative. They may be dimly aware of collateral damage or contradictory facts, but these have little to no cognitive or emotional impact—evidence simply ceases to matter.”

The article in the link below

https://brownstone-org.cdn.ampproject.org/c/s/brownstone.org/articles/the-psychology-of-mimetic-contagion/amp/

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The sex sense – an alien perspective on love and reductionism

I took an Excedrin for the morning’s headache, got back in bed and did some Wim Hof Migraine Breathing. Three cheers for our pal, Mr. Hof!!! The pain vanished, and the caffeine took me back to the words of my dear mother, God rest her soul. “We live in a sex cult.” Yeah, right out […]

The sex sense – an alien perspective on love and reductionism
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A Matter of Opinion

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“Some people need to take their own advice instead of endlessly propelling it at others. “The truth” is only “their truth” which is just their opinion. There are facts of science and nature but when it comes to people, it’s all relative and a matter of opinion.”

-Me, Lisa K. Townsend

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Prose; I Make My Bed

 

Woman-making-bed

I make my bed as though someone other than me might want to lay on it to relax…

Doubtful.

Fans, fanatics, stalkers, jealous husbands, jealous siblings, errant preachers, starry-eyed parents, and students all seeking some higher bedding more like a cloud…nothing low to ground where I am.

Doubtful.
It’s so…fake.

“THIS is who you are”. “THIS is who you are”…”This is who you are” rings the cacophony.

I am not going to spend my last breath, defying all of you because you are surface dwellers; American Idol, Desperate Housewives watchers. Fantasy. I hate TV.

I’m glad my son can cry and be tired. It means he’s human. That’s all there is.

I’m glad I can kick my ex out of the house for insulting my talent. It means I’m human.
All I have is myself and time…

Let me divorce all that is not calm and in balance.
Ring out the true madness that jumps up…to lightness.
Jumps up…to levity
Jumps up…to where gravity is turned upside down.
My feet are my head. Who cares? Must we always walk?

I want to live in a dimension where upon meeting someone I like, I kiss them with ridiculous abandon.

©Lisa Townsend-2011


	


	





		

	

	





		


		
	





		
		
			
	
	
						





















	
	
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