There has been one big question that has bugged me about the methodology of those members of our civilization that come in the psychopathic variety. It has been a question that I have asked in different chat rooms and have tried to seek for answers amongst others’ posts but I don’t see it talked about often and when I do, it’s hardly to my satisfaction. Maybe you can help me with it. And since I’m currently on an airplane heading to the West Coast, I thought I’d take this time to noodle on it a bit.
If there is a global cabal afoot, and they have to navigate big events in real time, and manage many moving pieces while rotating them constantly in their heads, how on earth do these people communicate? I want you to think about this in a very logical way. If there is a cabal, one assumes there is a hierarchy of some caliber, how do orders get passed down among the ranks? It’s not a Borg hive mind (I assume, otherwise we’d been in shackles long ago), so how do these overlords handle their comms? Do they trust encrypted messaging? Hope that no one can hacks their email? Do they all gather in a room and sit around a knight’s table? Is there a governing body that has a VIP section within a VIP section within a VIP section where inner groups become smaller and smaller until there is one small circle made up of one decrepit Rothschild sitting in a room all by himself? And if he wanted to float out an idea to, say, all the presidents of the Western World, is there some ultra high security FaceTime or do they play old fashion telephone? Maybe they got access to telepathy? Homing pigeons? I ask this question because it’s the biggest piece of the puzzle for me to ape super hard in cabal theory. And I need help to preserve my proper tinfoil hat status.
Back in my theatre days, we used to play this silly game called “Throwing the Moose.” The Moose would show up sometime halfway through the middle of a long theatrical run, about week 3, and it would consist of actors finding ways to throw their hands up, fingers wide, thumbs touching just above their ears, in the middle of their scenes, emulating the horned rack of a moose.
Real mature, I know. I can go on and tell you what we did to entertain ourselves when we had open runs, trying to break our fellow actors mid-scene, but things like that get you canceled these days; some industry secrets are better kept secret. Throwing the Moose was harmless and if you were in the industry, it was super fun to catch it when watching shows. It was a wink to the actor audience. It was our silent shibboleth for all the contact improv days holding on to our dignity while pretending to be falling leaves in autumn. Don’t judge us.
I sometimes enjoy talking about the grand intelligence of the Universe and how our intuition is built to decipher the abstract language that Consciousness/God/Dust/(whatever je ne sais pas magic you believe) speaks in. And if you can read the signs, you can navigate the cosmic soup we call life and even get so good at it, you start to feel magical yourself. I won’t venture too much into woo woo territory, but I wanted to mention this because what if our dear psychopathic leaders are throwing the moose right in front of our face? What if it just means squat for those of us that aren’t in the club?
And some signs are, admittedly, more clear than others.
Ok, hang with me here a moment. Let’s look at some of these examples below. They get tossed around social media a whole lot and I can’t claim to know what they mean. But if they figured out that pizza and hotdogs are code names in the pedo dictionary, what does the boot club mean?
And that’s just a handful of them. The interwebs is limping with celebrities in these foot injury devices and it does make one curious. How can some celebrity couples both be injured at the same time? And does it matter which foot it’s on?
Or how about the black eye? I’ve come across three people in my entire life who have had a black eye. Are these guys constantly getting into fist-a-cuffs? What is happening? But more importantly, do you think it’s code for something?
I’m not even going to bore you with all the Mason and Illuminati symbology, because honestly even I’ve taken coquettish pictures covering up one eye.
But once you know about it, they’re all doing it. And it’s odd. Is it a stretch or does it seem like a communication tool?
What if wearing a boot means you understood there’s a narrative shift? And you show your approval or participation by wearing this seemingly inconsequential item? In a world of handlers, control oppositions, limited hangouts, LARPers and the rest of the clowns, how do they keep the circus operating without a secret open language?
Speaking of codes and language interpretations, while desperately needing to distract my brain vectors from the cancer, my Aussie friend Isaac who recently got into Astrology invited me on a very fun and casual project with zero pressure about the Conspiracy of the Orange Moonchild. I’m not a Trump fan, so you can imagine my family’s chagrin at seeing my computer desktop littered with Trump photos, memes, and videos. I had to dump everything though, just to get my laptop to function well enough to write this Substack. But since we are discussing coded symbology, the Wombat Hole is a good place to start. I hope you take a gander at Isaac’s write up and watch the video (spoiler: bonus cover of Mad World with an international three way collaboration!)
My plane is about to land in San Diego from where I will be shuttled to a clinic in Tijuana where I begin a very intensive three week treatment. I didn’t meet my financial needs to stay for the full time, and I’m still shy of having enough for the intensive, so I feel compelled to share my humbled ask again, but I have trust that the universe provides and I am still waiting on one paid gig to finally come through!
I am away from my kids and it wasn’t easy swallowing back tears when they dropped me off at the airport. I feel vulnerable and a bit cray-cray out here. But I blame the fact that I haven’t had a real meal in two months; vegan is all good and nice until you have to do it all the time, with no bread and no nuts and the absolute worse- no salt! “Eat all the potatoes you want”, they said… sure. Have you ever tried to eat a potato with no salt?!? And I don’t mind vegan food, I like it, but I don’t worship it the way vegans do.
Ok. I made it to my hotel room in Mexico. Gonna publish this before I pass out after a long travelling day. Who knows, maybe I won’t feel as sick as they say I will during treatment and it’ll give me an opportunity to write more often than once a month and at the same time, fill up my aching heart. As an aside, I knew there was a reason I started doing Duolingo Spanish a year ago. I just passed my 400 day streak. I am in competition with my 13 year old and he is beating me by two days so, not for a lack of incentives or anything, I am now a casual Spanish speaker. So, yes, communication is the big theme for this raw and random pastiche of a post. Do your worst in the comments and teach me how the cabal calls the shots.
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Thinking of you during your treatment x
Hopefully when you have a moment, if you feel up to it, you can tell us a bit more about the centre. I know many Aussies would be keen to go to Mexico for treatment if the need came.
Regarding the article, I am reminded of two methods of communication: the British sovereign's 'red box' and diplomatic pouches.
The 'red boxes' or 'despatch boxes' are used throughout the realm with the highest secrecy.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Despatch_box
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_box_(government)
I recall the case of the Vatican being able to get away with decades of covering for child abuse using diplomatic pouches between the US (Boston) and the Holy See.
https://www.state.gov/diplomatic-pouches/
Hmmm, good question! I'm not sure about the messages but if they all have a lot to hide then they all know to keep quiet. In one of my favourite tin foil hat groups I attend, someone told me that in order for 'them' to avoid bad karma they have to announce to the world what they are going to do first and they have done this via Hollywood movies. So perhaps we should be looking at movies for our communication conundrum too? I have no idea how karma works but it sure feels like we are living in a horror disaster movie lately. A zombie movie? Ideas?? Good luck btw ❤️❤️