The Phaserl


Dancing With The Elephant In The Room

by Zen Gardner,

It’s being one of those days. One of those surrealistic days that compels one to just pause for a minute and take stock. Before I even rose from my nights sleep, I knew it was going to be one of those days. That sensation was confirmed in the most grotesque of ways when I got my first good look at the day, it’s raining. Not a downpour or anything, just a drizzly mist that floats more than falls to the ground bringing Fukushima fallout and only God knows what else from the sky with it. The chemtrails were especially heavy yesterday; and now this, always connecting the dots. These days it’s always something it seems, always some new heinous threat to peace, life and sanity. Maybe that’s why my PTSD is walking point for me these days much to my dismay. It’s a reflex action and it never quite goes away, not even with the meds the VA sends me; which I haven’t been taking recently because I need to stay sharp, stay frosty ~ something in the ethers is telling me the endgame is nearly upon us. You can feel it too. I know you can.

It isn’t just the ethers whispering that the winds of change are about to blow up into a raging storm, or am I the only one experiencing some very lucid & graphic dreams in the course of the last few months. Like so many other things lately, those kind of dreams have been frequent where once they were rare.

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