8th Floor Conference: Abundance Year Episode 1960 (audio: noxsoma.s...

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Friday 08, May 2026
Abundance Year Episode 1960
Noxsoma Life Camp:

TGI Friday Fam,

Are you ready for some weekend? Looks like we’ve made it to Weekend 2 of 5, for this month of May.

When your boy writes that “We” live in a simulation, “we” doesn’t mean You. Or all, or any humans. The We, that We are referring to, is Our Trinity. (Mind, Body, Soul). You can live where you like. Call it “reality,” “in the light,” “5D consciousness.” Whatever. Imagination is one of the few, “properties” left, that we can verily call our own. And they’re trying to influence & manipulate that property. They know they can’t take it, so they will try to stifle it, or flat-out kill it.

“Imagination” is part of our “Zodiac of Resistance.” We can talk more about that later. We have a lot of survival and defiance concepts in the works that we are not quite ready to make public. Which reminds me, there were a lot more “mystery schools” and “secret societies“ back in the day, (way back), than we first realized. The ones that have been, “exposed,” are likely just the tip of the iceberg.

We have determined that early Christianity, before becoming a “cult”, then a sponsored and codified religion, then medieval super-power, was a “secret society.” Early cultists wore symbols, usually something fishy, (Age of Pisces), so that they would recognize each other, hold hands and pray. There are two, (of many), things that cannot be measured, faith & gnosis. (Not for lack of trying on the part of the oppressors.) This is why we have rituals of faith & devotion.

“I'm a million times as humble as thou art. I'm the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like, On my knees day and night scorin' points for the afterlife.” (Weird Al).

When humans connect, or “yoke” (think yoga), their intangibles, to activities, artifacts and idols, it’s a dead giveaway. You’re marked as a Christian zealot, snatched up and fed to the lions.

What seems to have happened with secret societies and mystery schools, is that somebody snitched. It might have been a infiltrator with a mission to expose heretics, or one of those, “the profane have a right to know!”, Fox Mulder-types that takes 20% of what they were taught and spreads it around to knuckleheads who use it to swindle inferior minds, and pick up hot heathen chicks. A little bit of knowledge can be a very dangerous possession.

Speaking of danger, our simulation is heading into the, Summer of Danger! (Suspenseful music plays.)

Every year around this time the THEY, (The Hierarchy Enslaving You), show us previews of what they have up their sleeves to frighten the herd into running willy-nilly over the cliff. The plot options have narrowed, imagination has been retarded, but the special effects, thanks to realistic-ass AI, have simply exploded.

Boom!

As for the plots themselves, it’s the usual suspects, “Pandemic” looks like the first release. Hantavirus. We’ve seen this movie before. Contagion breaks out on The Love Boat, a few passengers die, panic ensues. Duck and cover. Shelter in place. Track & trace. Cover your face. There will be a music video to go along with this movie. I don’t know how many sheeple are still buying the contagion theory, though. I’m sensing a flop.

Can’t believe that not-a-medical-doctor, Tedros Ghebreyesus, (ironically his name means, “Gift from God, servant of Jesus.” The simulation is hilarious.) Anyway, I can’t believe he’s still a player on the board.

But onward with the Summer ballbuster, I mean, “Blockbuster” schedule.

Food shortages. This is just another way of saying, “famine.” This has been a tactic of the Oppressors for-freekin’ ever. There are far too many layers of this tactic for this “brief” article. The Irish know about weaponized famine, and so does India, under the British Raj, and those dependent on Mon-satan’s terminator seeds. Dust bowl Okies know about famine all too well. We’ve heard that some American farmers aren’t planting this year because they already know they won’t make a profit. During the US depression, the government paid farmers to destroy their own crops to affect, (raise), the prices.

Of course they are blaming these conditions on Iran, “How dare they fight back! It’s downright… unamerican, is what it is!”

There’s a serial murder mystery brewing. One of, in my opinion, the most annoying presenters on the Ancient Aliens series, David Wilcock, (RIP anyway), was allegedly “suicided” and the UFO community and associated conspiracy theorists are using this event to build hype over some scientists who, “died under mysterious circumstances” recently. Nick Pope, another AA presenter and former British Intel agent, also passed this year.

There may be another 3 I Atlas-type, operation Blue Beam, alien invasion psy-op coming this summer, however with the Hantavirus plandemic spreading, and space aliens having no natural immunity, they might just keep their distance.

Finally, with the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise pretty much done, it’s time for the “Pirates of the Persian Gulf” franchise to kick off. If they play their cards right, Tehran-wood might be able to milk this franchise for twenty years. The hilariously bumbling US Navy pirates attempt to seize oil tankers, and cargo ships that have passed through the Strait of Hormuz, only to be confounded every time by a ragtag band of Iranian tricksters, (think Hogan’s Heroes), who are always one step ahead of the Yankee Doodles. Commandant Trump, under pressure from Reichsführer Netanyahu, comes up with a series of hair-brained, half-baked, (name your cliche), schemes to regime-change Iran. This, is comedy magic!

Coming soon to a Theater of War near you. Have an awesome weekend.

Stay safe, stay strong, stay sane, stay savvy, stay serene, stay sovereign, stay subscribed.

PEACE

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Opening Night. The Fifth Annual Eighth Floor Conference.
It’s a Thursday evening somewhere in South Florida, maybe the Keys. A resort hotel. Huge and luxurious. We are welcoming the early birds to our Fifth Annual Eighth Floor Conference. This resort has always treated us “lufties” well. We wait for the sunset to get started.
There are more folks here than expected. And more to come.
Your humble vagabond, in the role of “keynote” speakers, takes to the stage. I’m holding a microphone, but there are a few other gizmos attached. This talk, maybe it’s more like an address, is going to be streamed. Our tech team says it’s going around the world, in over a hundred languages. We don’t have an audience that large, but the tech kids have this AI set up to translate my address, instantly. They advise me not to use my “signature” slanguage, or colloquialisms that are difficult to translate. I usually do it anyway.
[This is a future retro piece about a Conference that may never exist. But if it does. It will probably be pretty cool.]
The Eighth Floor Conference started out as a Rantcast during an Urban Expedition. Walking around in Florida thinking, “there should be an annual conference for men who are sincerely interested in living dynamically and abundantly into and beyond their 80s.” Over the past five years, we, along with a little help from our “allies” have hammered out a bit of a protocol to do just that.
Although we targeted this Conference to men, we knew that women would come onboard. The first conference, only about a hundred humans, were about 50% women. We gratefully had a wide range of curious participants. There were more suggestions than we could keep up with. When you don’t really know what you’re doing, there are no narrow highways restricting the flow of ideas.
When I laid out this conference, I was pretty much on my own. I figure, exercise, fitness, wellness, and not getting sick, were the main secrets. But after opening up the mic for, whatever, I got a real lesson.
That first year participants ranged in age from mid-forties to early 90s. Some of these 90s cats were in pretty good shape too. No walkers and no wheel chairs. And they were funny. Rich in lived history. Had some kind of adventure for every decade. “When I was in my sixties…” There were some dudes that were concerned about making it out of their fifties. Can you imagine being on some medical protocol for over half of your life? He was maintaining. But for what?
There was a “Longevity Physician” in the house that first year. I didn’t know there was such a thing. You know, your boy, “depopulation agenda. “They want us dead!” Which is another reason we launched this conference. We don’t have to die. That’s my attitude anyway. Anyway, this Longevity Physician gave me her book. We stayed in touch. She’ll be with us this weekend. Her workshops are always standing-room-only. In fact she’s one of the reasons we expanded the conference from Friday to Sunday brunch, to where we are now.
This year we are going to expand our little podcast to something more like a network. The kids tell me we have enough juice to run 24/7 so we’ll have something up for you whenever. Live. You know, those times, at 3 in the morning, you can’t sleep or something, someone will be podcasting live and you can watch, dial in… or whatever the phrase is these days.
Although I’m not with you Octos, Niners, or Centurians yet, watching you thrive and hearing your stories, have me kind of anticipating those magic years. I’m in no rush. But this is what it’s all about. We don’t have to dread that next birthday. We have the stats, from last year. The all cause mortality rate for all categories 60 and over, have dropped. Slightly. But I’ll take it. There are more families today with four or more generations living at the same time, than any other time in our history. Just imagine great-great-grand dad enjoying Thanksgiving with his brood, and not propped up in his chair drooling into the cranberry sauce.
That’s it Ladies & Gentlemen. Thank you for the inspiration, the support, the suggestions. Your goodies bags are special this year. We have items that represent the last five decades. You can read a book. You can plug a thumb-drive into your gadget, along with some other gizmos that are beyond me.
Enjoy your time here, and remember to join my seminar, as always, our open mic, where you can come up on stage and spill your guts about what you went through in the last year. We know some of you are long-winded, while other are short on oxygen, so we’ll work out the timing as necessary. This year we are going to weave the first-timers in between the old-timers. It’s a good balance.
We’ve got more folks coming in tomorrow, so I’ll be quite busy. Most of you know the routine so help out of you can. You might make a new friend.
(Polite applause.)
Writing this made me feel like I was there. We have a way of speaking reality into existence. If I keep yapping about this, I am liable to actually do something about it.
If you are born in the vicinity of 1970, you’ll be 80 in 2050. We can either let 2050 happen to us, or we can happen to it!

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