by
Jaye B.
4-12-24
Death Valley, Ca.
Greetings All,
The blasé eclipse hangover I experienced the day after has finally waned. I did reality checks with other people saying they felt the after effects in a similar way: Difficulty in sleeping at night, a 'what happened?" daze, like when one tries to remember the previous night after getting really drunk as well as a feeling of disorientation. It is interesting that the word eclipse has its origins in the Latin eclipsis and Greek ekleipsis : An eclipse,an abandonment, literally a failing, forsaking. The failing aspect of the eclipse stood out the most when I checked up on the etymology of the word. I'm sure many doomsday prognosticators felt that the eclipse failed in bringing in God's judgment on sin ridden America and felt forsaken. Then I came across a post claiming that the eclipse was synthetic, a foreshadowing of the complete blocking out of the sun to kill us all via the astronomical machinations of Bill Gates. (It could be A.I. generated fake news to make us even more afraid, so I made sure not to react.) The most significant thing of all of these staged events is that they cause us to leave our bodies when we panic, worry, anticipate, therefore we are not grounded and present, making us fair game for all sorts of psi-manipulations. Using a grounding technique I learned in an intuitive development class back in 1990 I made sure to ground myself and I didn’t realize just how out of my body I was. Breathing a sigh of relief, peace of mind returned when my soul fully returned when I heard it click back into my heart.
-I received some most welcome visitors to my campsite who took me out hiking. We came across a botanical version of predatory capitalism which JD i.d.'d using Google pics on his phone to do so. A natural version of what the Black Rock corporation does, i.e. wrap us up and parasitically suck the nutrients right out. It is bad this year and I tried pulling dodder off of a few of the plants, not an easy task for sure. Pardon my pareidolia, but for some reason the pic above reminds me of the orange haired one getting ready to be theatrically stage re-elected so he can resume operational warpspeeding us to death as well as causing the cretinous woke people to riot upon MK EM command.
On the drive back to my campsite, I played the Riding Through Geologic Time composition for my friends which was quite enjoyable doing so as I had dedicated the song to the very place we were in. It was well received, making it worthwhile to do so.
-Eight years of living in my car has taking quite a toll on my physical body as I have stated prior, even with the amount of Hot Springs soaks that I do and stretching, it's still pretty bad. (The culprit is my driver's seat that has no more ergonomic support considering the thousands of hours I've sat in it writing and composing music out in the desert.) But I keep at it with the stretching and went down into the Arroyo this morning to try to loosen up my rhomboids and trapezius muscles. While I was laying on the sand, doing a stretch for my lower back, I looked up and lo and behold discovered an inquisitive visitor:
He was very cooperative with me taking pics of him. I must've sensed that something special would be appearing because I took my iPad with me which I usually don't do, so I'm glad I did, to get these pics to share with you. He truly brightened up my rather tough and depressing day. I used to feed chopped up apples to one in Arizona and wrote a song for him. So after my chuckwalla homie disappeared, I went and grabbed my guitar and tuned it to the Toulouse tuning:
E C D F A D
And was quite happy that I was able to remember the chord and lead configurations, as I have not played it for several years. I composed it specifically so that it would be a tonal version of the beautiful iridescence on the lizard's shimmering scales.
-As challenging as it is living like I do, there are some perks such as the wonderful fragrance of the blossoming flowers that pervades the desert, esp. in the evenings. Best aromatherapy ever wafting through the clear air.
Super bloom indeed in the desert this year unlike anything I’ve seen prior.
-Once again a big TY to those that care and help out. I'm planning on creating a subscriber only page for you and I'm trusting I can do that through Behiive, which someone recommended I check out. Substack is pathetic, with non-existent tech support. Repeated attempts to get through to them have failed. At present I'm hoping that via some lottery odds miracle I can breathe life back into my dreams and visions which I have shared on this blog. I wish the same for you if your hopes and dreams have died on you.
Blessings,
Jaye B.
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Jaye B. is a writer, musician and artist. His art criticism has appeared in Art Paper, New North Artscape, Art Muscle, Northfield Magazine and elsewhere. His articles have also appeared in City Pages, Twin Cities Reader, Mysteries Magazine, Fahrenheit San Diego, High Plains Reader, New Dawn and Rain Taxi. He has appeared on BBC Radio, WGN Chicago, WLW Cincinnati and elsewhere in the mediasphere to discuss his work. Please help support Reset News @ Paypal, Cash App , Ko-fi or contact the author for other options @ jayeb444@protonmail.com
It's interesting to me that people are saying they felt drained after the eclipse. I have heard indications of this elsewhere as well. This seems consistent with the idea that viewing the actual eclipse and volunteering energy in that direction was made ritually weaponized by THEM. This is what I had been saying they were going to do and why they were so Hell bent on getting people to pay attention to it. Just like all witchcraft this was about harvesting energy through a talisman and then redirecting that energy towards a desired outcome.
I took a three hour nap during the whole thing which was preceded by prayers and a very active intent to deny any and all energy to what THEY were doing. I cleared my head of all thoughts of it and instead put myself in a peaceful, meditative state. I did not experience this hangover that so many are now talking about. It sounds like people had their "batteries" as drained as it was possible to do so.
As far as the wrath of God is concerned in all this the historical precedent is that astronomical events like eclipses, comets, etc. end up being warnings or omens for events that happen weeks or months later. This was the case with the last set of X eclipses over the US in 1806 and 1811. This is really what I would expect with this. People had best keep the seat belts close at hand through the rest of this year but DO NOT live in fear. Live in awareness with eyes wide open but no fear.
Your lizard friend is just amazing. What exactly is it? I knew you were going to be in for a treat this spring when you reported all the extra rainfall a few weeks ago. I would love to see more photos of all the plants doing their thing.
Jaye, congratulations!
You are the first and only person to write about the psychotic stupor affect that happened to thousands of people after the eclipse. How do I know thousands of people-I just know, and wondered why no one, including all the folks I know who watched it, never said a word about it afterwards. I was waiting, but so far, nothing. Kinda like all the theater, the fake news shoveled down peoples throats , one day it’s this, the next day it’s that, and the numb brain just keeps getting
numb-er.
Glad you addressed this phenomenon. I know it is what happened.
Yep- “me too” to coin a phrase.
I’m glad your well. Wondered how you were, and now, thankfully for your post, yes, now I know.
Love all your photos too by the way.
Take care, keep writing- lol- a voice crying out in the wilderness! We know where that came from- your in good eternal company! M