We create a plan, most of the time without even realizing it.
We fall in love with that plan. We try our best to nurture and grow it as best we can, but in the end, our wonderful plan dissolves, never happens.
At least it never happens in the way we foresaw it happening.
That’s fine though, because life always seems to have a way of compensating us. It gives us other paths, and by following them we’re able to create new dreams.
It‘s a wonderful life or to put it another way, life itself can be truly wonderful.
Before you can understand where I’m going to take you, you must first wrap your mind around where you’ve been. To help with this, I’ve prepared a room.
I call it the toy room.
Toy Room Prep
It’s not a very large space, just big enough. It doesn’t contain all the wonders of the world, but there are still a few gems left to be found, here and there. It wasn’t built yesterday, my friend, so please try to show it some respect.
The toy room has only one door, and no windows. Once you enter, you stay put. To date, very few have ever been allowed to exit and while I realize this might sound a bit scary to some, it’s simply the way of things.
You have now been prepped, time for the oven.
Toy Allocation
Upon entrance, a provisional string and button while be provided. Many hours of entertainment can be wrought from the simplest of things, so enjoy.
Also, you might initially become somewhat disoriented. While this can be a tad disconcerting, I assure you it is quite normal. We have an overwhelming abundance of toys, and in wide assortments.
Toys of all manner will be scattered across the room, from head to tail feathers, so you will be able to find almost anything your heart desires. Determining a specific toy location will not be a problem, just ask one of our friendly clerks.
A word of caution, for your own safety, all areas in the toy room are sectioned off and you are advised to stay well within the roped off areas at all times. Our friendly clerks are stationed throughout at regular intervals, should you be in need of assistance.
For your own personal safety and comfort, of course.
Toy Privilege
Social crediting status, along with current vax records, is mandatory upon entrance. This will be the deciding factor for exactly which toys will be made available to you.
Please be advised that these are hard, etched in stone, rules that cannot be changed. You come into this world, not too differently, from how you come into the toy store; your privilege begins at birth.
The type of toy and number of toys allowed, as well as the open or closed off areas within the toy room, have all been pre-determined and will not be altered.
For your own personal safety and comfort, of course.
Penalty Box
Uncomfortable as it may be, at times, there are those who might disagree with the well-established rules already in place in the toy room. Disturbances may occur.
Do not be alarmed.
Malcontents will be swiftly dealt with, and removed as promptly as possible.
In the event of such occurrences, be advised that anyone caught in the aiding and abetting of such misanthropes will also be dealt with in the same, quick, harsh manner.
Follow the rules, and all is well.
Have a great day, for your own personal safety and comfort, of course!
Wicked bright, like a lighthouse beacon, suspended in the sky.
It was the first thing to catch my attention, as I stepped outside this morning to grab a smoke. The night-into-morning air always seems so crisp, so darn icy, during these long winter months, yet even more so on this morning in particular.
Hiding itself, while safely tucked away well within the snow-covered trees, was the monkey moon. That old monkey moon. Keeping a weathered eye out for stragglers, villain’s and thieves again, I’d imagine.
Probably keeping a watchful eye out for old stray dogs, such as me, just as well. It’s comforting to know that nature cares so deeply. Warms my coffee.
I can’t help but wonder, though, if the monkey moon knows anything about the moongoat?
MoongoatI've been doing time
rolling hills in front of me
and I'm doing fine
without your chains on top of me
What if the moongoat swallows the sun?
Maybe the moongoat follows the sun?
I've been feeling high
when you're away from me
and I'm running wild
escaping destiny
What if the moongoat swallows the sun?
Maybe the moongoat follows the sun?
I’d imagine not.
The monkey moon is reasonably chill, hanging out on most nights well within the protective shelter of his favorite trees, while the moongoat, well sir, he prefers to lazily scrape himself across the dark, midnight skies.
It would be an interesting battle though, monkey versus goat. Not exactly sure which one I’d be willing to put my money on.
Well, that is, if I had any money.
Have a great day, keep a steady eye out for those moon creatures.
I came across and watched the video below earlier this morning. I felt the need to pass it on, decided not to wait for my usual early morning post.
I had never heard of this guy, ChrisCrutch, before, but he has a great way of getting his point across. If you’re brave enough (and have the time) to watch it, he does a great job of explaining not only the vackseenz (as he calls it) but also the interplay between Science versus Marketing.
Science versus Marketing is a really interesting way to look at things right now.
When the next day arrives, so too will the monsters.
They will not trickle in as one might suspect. Not at all, for they will show up fully formed, en masse, and as such, each carrying from deep within an aggressive eagerness.
It’s this eagerness, I fear, that will render all of our defenses completely sterile. Just a hint, even the faintest whiff of hesitation on our part, and we shall be pounced upon.
They are monsters, I tell you. Fresh, newly formed, piping hot straight out of the oven kind of creatures.
I dare say, we might not even recognize them fully, lest they begin chewing on our legs.
They are beyond ready to go, you see. While we… we are but the hapless fools who hide in our caves, awaiting some signal from our masters, a green light allowing us some grand return to civility.
There will be no green light, my friends.
These monsters are but children, hard cast and ready to feed on us.
The caves we hide ourselves away in will not save us.
They are not like the monsters of old for these creatures have no conscience; they will knock down our doors, and drag us crying, kicking and screaming into the streets.
It is there where most will meet their gruesome end; frightened beyond all recognition and surrounded by those newly formed monsters.
A year back, I sent word out into the world, out to the remaining heroes but there has been nary a reply. I fear they are all gone now, their very essence having been swept away by these evil times.
There’s a darkness that covers this land, while lighting its way for monsters. This darkness hides itself behind censorship and policy. It clears the way for those…
Fresh, newly formed monsters.
When the next day arrives, so too will the monsters.
All of the positive vibes I could muster, yet still the snowfall came.
Just a light dusting. Nothing to lose my lunch over, but it illustrated such a basic principle; hopes, dreams and wishes change nothing in our physical world.
As a small child, I would try repeatedly to walk through the walls in my room. I know, strange kid, right? True enough, I was an odd lad for sure.
No matter how hard I tried, or how many bruises I received, I just couldn’t make it work. My desire was real, but so was that darn wall.
Eventually, I learned to just use the door.
That’s the way life is sometimes, I suppose.
Now, I will always be a butter-on-bread optimist; it’s just part of my nature. Reality, on the other hand, demands that we do a bit more than just dream.
There will always come a time when getting off my arse is required, in order to make those dreams reality.
Go figure.
It took many years and quite a few bruises to have this sink in, but I feel pretty confident about it now.
Rise and shine, for most assuredly, it’s the start of another glorious week!
No, I’m not really as super pumped as that might imply.
Mondays will always be akin to a glass bowl of sour grapes, but on this morning in particular, I just wanted to inject a small drop of energy into an otherwise mundane start of yet another week.
Sort of a gentle reminder to myself that as long as I breathe in, breathe out, anything is possible. Also, sometimes, you just need to throw a few sprinkles into the air to see what comes of it.
This tiny room where I spend most of my days, my Batcave, has hardwood floors and three large windows. I chose this room as my sanctum for this very reason.
Well, that and the fact that it’s the only room in my tiny apartment large enough to house the Bat computers.
All that being said, it also contains my books.
Ah, my books you say?
Glad you asked. What marvelous creatures they are.
They’re scattered about, all over the place.
I find they tend to give off a very specific kind of heat, all on their own, which is helpful in these cold times.
Each tome contains within it a very special kind of magic.
In the upside-down world we now find ourselves navigating, this might be the most important tool to have in your box.
The ability to discern right from wrong, truth from complete fiction, has never been more vital.
There’s a war going on. It’s a psychological war. You’re either aware of it and fighting back or you’re not, but it’s real and people are dying each day because of it.
Experts now warn us:
Don’t Go Down the Rabbit Hole
Critical thinking, as we’re taught to do it, isn’t helping in the fight against misinformation.
This is from The New York Times and is, in my opinion, utter garbage, so I won’t bother with a link. Just search the headline, and read it for yourself.
It does, however, illustrate the crazy lengths that they’re now willing to go to in an ongoing effort to keep as many people as possible under their mind control.
Brainwashed slaves are the happiest, or so I’ve been told.
If you do decide to open yourself up to what’s really going on, you’ll quickly find what all the mask wearers are now calling conspiracy theories.
This is what you need to listen to, because our world is now backwards, underwater, just a reflection of itself, and these theories aren’t actually theories anymore; they’re facts.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to convince anyone of anything; that’s pretty much the point. You can decide what to do all by yourself.
The ball’s still entirely in your court.
You still have a chance to break the spell and be your own person. You have one shot at surviving this nightmare, this ‘might-mare’.
I have my own Gaggle of Old Men to listen to for updates. They are more reliable than the MSN could ever be. This works for me.
Go down the rabbit hole and I’m sure you’ll find a gaggle all your own.
Keep in mind, even though the brutes will continue to hammer away at you non-stop through the television, you can simply shut this off and recognize that it’s really only 24-hour propaganda.
It’s not real, it’s not thinking.
Critical thinking is now apparently wrong, so I strongly suggest you try some.
It doesn’t matter where you are or what you try to do, the world we live in now seriously hates your guts.
Everything is stacked against you; it’s been structured that way on purpose. You can’t truly believe that your puny existence has any bearing on anything, at all, do you?
What incredible nerve.
How dare you try to live your own life as you see fit.
The collective worldview no longer recognizes your personal point of view. Fact checkers have determined your individuality to be: Mostly False.
Volition is so twentieth century thinking, bro.
We’re all doing fine and drinking our wine here in the present, the now, the 21st century. So, you had best just get with the program, bub. And get with it fast.
Society hates you, and I do too.
So what?
You’re not even a real thing; you’re just a worldview.
Do you think, even for a second, that I care about what you think, Mr. Worldview? I’ll give you a clue; this time, free of charge. I don’t.
I couldn’t care less.
You’re imaginary and faulty, and living in some weird kind of fairy realm. Nothing of what you demand will you get from me. I’ll have none of it, wretch.
Fact check this (grabs privates).
You’ll never be able to persuade or manipulate me into doing what you want. I refuse to be your whipping board, your slave.
You lost your edge the moment I decided to not play your silly game.
Crandew 
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