The Night of ... 1662
Dharma
The weather priests report that there’s a tropical depression happening. There was a “7” next to the text. I don’t know if it’s the seventh TD or they are calling it 7. I don’t really care. Meteorologists are to Nature what Preachers are to God – they interpret the weather as the clergy interprets God’s actions and the meanings of those actions – unless those activities are weather related, then they throw it over to the weather gal.
We ventured out today with no umbrella because somehow the sky wasn’t saying “rain.” Just drizzle. Uni was telling us to use the card – buy some berries and start making shakes again. Protein shakes. That’s exactly what we did after that 3 mile walk.
We are sipping proper tea – double hot double sweet as we do our Nightly blog. It’s just for you. That handful that stop by and read or just look at the pictures. Thank you, sincerely.
Before we get into this next part of Stolen Evolution – a “quick” word about dharma. We post this, [remember the DJ metaphor] – on platforms other than the stack … so we speak about Substack in the third “platform” even though it can be read right here … or there.
It’s all on me because I have chosen every account I follow and there’s a theme to the beat. They are all full of advice – all day long!
“Your soul is the vibrational DJ that’s spinning at the cosmic disco.” or -
“You must acquiesce to acquiescence or your manifestations will never manifest.”
And most of the time it’s something some madman said 150 years ago between visits to the insane asylum. And it’s all day long. It’s like my old apartment. Upstairs lived a cutie – fitness instructor. She used to work at a gym, she quit – and started training in her apartment – right over top of my apartment. So all day long I’m hearing “c’mon … 3 … 2 … 1... GOOD JOB!!!” hands clapping. Having been in the fitness game myself – I get it. Knowing how the economy is – I get it. No complaints – to her – or the management. Same here. We are complaining in a format that is very unpopular so I doubt anyone I am referring to will see it. Unless, like 80% of SS is comprised of accounts doing the same thing.
Someone posted recently, maybe even today that copying someone’s note and passing it off as your own – “is not cool.” So – that stuff is being done too. But this is the nature of the “interwebs” isn’t it.
I found this podcast that I started monitoring just because someone else boosted the transmission, edited out the voice of the host, removed the background on the guest’s side and uploaded it – presumably on their own channel. Was it monetized? I don’t know.
This is just the reality. I used to search my tags from time to time to see where – if anywhere – my wacky stuff was posted. Surprise! It was jacked and re-posted, but We were given credit. Just a note – the bootlegged clips weren’t any more popular than the originals. Ha ha. Obscurity assured.
And this brings me to the point; the reason I write … daily. Let’s use the AI format – “It’s not because I am a writer that I write, it’s because I simply must write. I have a “profound” desire … almost a neeeed to write shit down. Sometimes it’s words. Sometimes it’s numbers. Sometimes it’s stick figures. I don’t know why. I don’t ask why. (This of course is an exception.) I just do it. I don’t even care whether I do it well or whether anyone understands what I’m talking about. Do you know anyone that behaves like this in any other avocation? I usually use music as an example because that’s 180 degrees out of my talent sphere. Like maybe these cats are hearing sounds that no one else is hearing and they MUST find a way to reproduce them. So they get a keyboard – but they outgrow that, so they get a guitar… and then one with twelve strings. Then they need a saxophone … a drum kit. But they have to buy all this shit so they are driving Uber into the night and stacking their tips for the next instrument fix. They are in and out of the pawn shop … “Did that dobro come in yet?” Because they MUST reproduce what they are receiving from the aether. They are tuned in.
“Perform?”
They are not thinking about performing. They can’t perform – because what would happen – it’s like reading these pieces – dude would be on stage quick pickin’ some Eddie Van Halen riffs and some message hits him. And he just stops. The guitar isn’t doing it for him anymore and – what? Maybe he leaves. Maybe he picks up a trumpet and starts with some Miles or Dizzy or something. The audience is as amazed as they are confused.
Ya see. Dude is not in control. He’s entirely moved by his groove. His fix… and he will do what he must, short of performing or recording to satisfy that itch. And the irony is – if he did it for money – he would loose the gift.
That’s dharma baby. That’s ikigai. That’s when you know what you are meant to be doing here. No matter where you are or when you are – you fall back into doing that thing – that thing – that thee-ee-ing! If you can work the balance of doing what you love and bringing home some bacon – that’s a bonus. But for the tortured – or maybe obsessed … genius; he will eat ramen noodles for a month in order to cop that Stratocaster he saw at the pawn shop.
This is why I write. And I’ll tell yuh what – I just got a rush from pecking this stuff out. I’m going to take a cold shower. But before I do … maybe it’s just me – but if you can generate this kind of excitement from anything you do – lots of cats on these formats are garden/farming and I can feel their excitement – anyway … when you click that vibe, it’s a good clue that the click is your dharma.
Baby Mommas
Your boy is a little bit spent after the previous segment – but I promised – or implied that we would continue with this Annunaki stuff.
After 100 thousand years of trial and mostly error and who knows how many test subjects and horribly deformed dysfunctional and confused earth critters – the mad alien eugenicists in the House of Life – if I remember right that’s what they called their laboratory – they finally hit on an idea.
Typically as supreme beings think, Enki and Ninhursag were attempting to impregnate the apes with Annunaki essence and it just wasn’t working out. They just didn’t get it. Until that “Eurika!” moment. Maybe the Earthling essence must be introduced into an Annunaki female.
“Eeewwwwwwwww!
Can you say “original sin?” C’mon – it’s not that difficult. Just think INXS.
The reason that We point out that this is so so typical – is because it is. These mad doctors are bringing in homeless or minorities or homeless minorities or junkies or prisoners or prostitutes or some vulnerable fringe group of lives not worth living to do their science projects on, but never the gentry. Never the well born aristocrats. Too valuable.
Well now … let’s see who is willing to be artificially inseminated by these Earthbound ape-men. These hairy savage beasts. Remember – it’s for the good of the home world.
“300 thousand years on this hot-ass planet – the atmosphere on Nibiru still ain’t fixed – what’chall doing up there anyway? – And now you’re telling me I gotta have some ape-man “essence” up in my cooch? And bear his – ick – babies? I didn’t sign up for this shit!”
The way the narrative is written there were seven volunteers. (Sure they were volunteers.) “Ladies – specifically ... upper-middle class Karen-type ladies – nubile young daughters of the gentry – Earth needs you to carry monkey seed – and give birth to – we really don’t know exactly what – but it’s to save the planet. Um, maybe. Who’s in?
Well – according to the narrative this did the trick and the hybrids – eventually known as “humans” or “human beings” were created – in their image and after their likeness.
And this – according to the Zecheria Sitchin interpretation of the translation of the Sumerian cuneiform tablets – is how humans came to be created on Earth.
This is far far far from the end. But let’s step back a minute.
Let’s take some questions from the peanut gallery.
Yes – we believe that the Annunaki baby-mommas were seven for seven. They all lived.
No, of course they didn’t send the babies out into the mines to extract the gold.
We don’t know what they – the babies – looked like.
As I recall all the babies were male, but I might be wrong.
Reptiles lay eggs so it’s doubtful that the Annunaki are reptilians.
You’re right – it would certainly take more than seven hybrids to take over for the Igigi. Plus they would have to be trained. Maybe ten earth years?
There’s no telling what the population of Annunaki females were on Planet Earth at that time.
That’s a good question – how long WOULD it take to create a slave race – indeed a slave species with enough workers to take over the mines.
Yes – eventually female hybrids started being born. And of course that caused even more troubles.
No … they weren’t white. We will find out why further along.
The evidence – from the narrative suggests – even states – that they were black.
We don’t know who raised the babies. The way the story goes; there were seven baby-mommas and then before you could say “Annunaki” the planet was infested with humans.
Okay – okay – settle down. Let’s wrap it up for this session. Maybe we will take a break tomorrow so you can digest this. Just imagine trying to tell a story that’s 300 thousand years (even more if you bring it all the way to now) - in the making - in a single week. You’re humble investigator has been listening to these stories, theories and philosophies for close to twenty years. But that’s nothing.
As previously mentioned – I don’t necessarily believe the blow-by-blow narrative, but I am open to accepting the hybridization theory.
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