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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

"Tonight's Word: Everybody Cut Footloose" - Heisenberg - 7.25.17

Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 7:59 PM EDT on July 25, 2017

Been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
I've got this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town

You're playing so cool, obeying every rule
Deep way down in your heart
You're burning, yearning for the some-somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try.

Now I gotta cut loose
Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack

Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose - Kenny Loggins

And that brings us to tonight's word: EVERYBODY CUT FOOTLOOSE

Welcome once again to How Hollywood Movies Relate To Your GCR Experience 101. I am your teacher Professor Heisenberg. And that brings me to tonight's movie: Footloose. The fightin' Footloose. It's the story of teenager Ren McCormick who moves from Chicago with his single mom to the small, religious, rural community of Bomont. The town reverands son Bobby was killed in a car accident, probably involving playing music or dancing while driving, so he persuades the town's city council to ban that rock n roll music. Ban certain books (Farenheit 451). And ban dancing (no pop....no lock). So in order to protect the children and young adults of Bomont, all joy was banned. Well, maybe not all joy. There were tractors.

How does that relate to the chosen one universe? Let's think of dancing as a step in our ascension process. It's an expression of joy. A happiness that could express thankfulness to our creator instead of living as miserable creatures swimming in lack. Dancing would be a tool to move on up. One of many. The banning of said music would be the matrix keeping us in check. These laws in Footloose would be similar to all the laws in our society that keep us from a joyful life and being closer to God. We all know the examples are endless, so for simplicity's sake, it is a ban on joy. As for the rock n roll? What's dancing without music? And as for dancing? What's music without dancing? Kinda goes hand in hand.

What's a clear cut example of this today? North Korea, good answer, Britney. North Korea, a 100% controlled, censored MK Ultra totalitarian state brought to you by the good folks at Rothchild. "Rothchild, where absolutely, positively not a shit is given about you." North Korea. This would be an extreme example at the far end of the spectrum, but don't shake it off too quickly as these plans were meant for you. Now pan the camera over to any town any city USA and you'll see the same effects of a bomont. And of a North Korea. You'll see laws and religions put in place to keep us from remembering our God selves. And deadly vaccines, foods, water, etc. You know, I imagine someone some where got bonused on creating new ways to kill the useless eaters. Cancer? Bet that bought someone a new boat. Chemotherapy? Bet that got someone a new G5, just for origionality. Trans fats? Meh...maybe a Cadillac. GMOs? Maybe an atta boy. New world order. And here's the kicker.....it was all an illusion (didn't feel like one tho, did it?) A well played smoke and mirrors that worked for 10,000 years....what's that? It's actually 13,000 years?


Ok,,,we'll all agree it's been along time. Moving on. So in comes young Ren and he refuses to bow down to this oppression. Little does he know his fight to dance, is actually his soul fighting to ascend. To break free from the cabal illusion. And in breaking himself free, he is fighting for his friends. For the entire town. At the end of the movie, love wins. At the end of OUR movie, we shall ascend into our joy which could be as simple as putting down the remote and dancing out hearts out with our brothers and sisters. It's been decided. Young Ren McCormack has persuaded the hearts and minds of the matrix town of Bomont. Cut footloose.

I heard a quote on the History channel series "Six" which follows members of a seal team. Ricky "Buddah" Ortiz said something that I had to rewind twice just so I got it right. He says, "Out of a 100 soldiers, 10 should not be there. 80 are just targets. 9 are true fighters. But 1 is a warrior and he will bring the others back." Turns out it's a quote from Heraclitus. And now that we're moving out of a war society, I was thinking this could be applied towards other professions. Teachers. I'm pretty sure many are phoning it in. Cops? I respect the boys in blue, but some probably shouldn't be there. Chosen ones? Ouch. But now we're talking, aren't we? How many here are just painting a portion of the picture? Talking only about Iraq? No Zim. No sovereignty. No talk of how enormous God's love is. No ascention. No galactics. No peace in the middle east. No Republic. No 168 zeros.

Do the minions see the 80 as targets? Seems like it. Going full court press. Every play is a blitz. Are you tripping thru their wires? Or are you feeling good? Got your feet firm on a rock? Is your spidey sense tingling at danger? You know, I see the world as one big party and unfortunately, not eveyone is invited. This party of abundance of free food, and free drink and dressing nice and dancing and music and children grow up happy is only for a small portion of us. Let's say 1%. As for the rest of us? Every time we tried to move forward, they cockblocked us at every turn (we can say cockblock right? A Paddy's first?)

They pay their body guards and bouncers and their enforcers to keep pushing us out the back door. They herd us like cattle towards that red EXIT sign going out to the dingy alley of famine and lack. But not those 9 fighters...they refuse to mildly go downstream in a river of illusion and injustice. They refuse to go gently into that good night. They refuse to get escorted quietly out the back door. They push back. They fight back. And in the end, they'll go in thru the out door.

Know whats odd? Plan A for the cabal was to take us all out right? Well, 90% of us...gotta keep some around for breeding, liver transplants and cleaning the pool. But when they realized that wasn't going to happen, they wanted the history books to reflect their 13k year dominance. Again no joy. Now there will be disclosure but not sure how deep NPTB want to go into the cabal past. Why would we cry over spilt milk, right? But here's the thought, us chosen ones will really be the only ones to carry on their legacy. Weird. The only way their legacy lives on is if we chosen ones decide to share it with friends and family or media if we're allowed to. But probably not right? If it's not on tv, facebook, wiki or google, it don't exist. So now you guys want disclosure? Also, we hear of fighters they are trying to take out, without success, but just think if they were able to, they'd only be ending one of a very limited possible avenue of knowledge that know their history. That can share their history. What's that song? Isn't it ironic?

Maybe today is a good day to say "Magic mirror on the wall, am I part of the 80? What can I do today to join the 9? Or the 1 warrior I know I can be? The warrior for my flock?". The 1 in 100 warrior that brings them all back home. Brings them all back to the jubilee. Kinda like that now isn't it? We all fought the fight we personally chose (for better or for worse) and now it's almost over. What am I saying "almost over"?? It's over!! It's the legalization of dancing in Bomont. We're tired of begging to get in the back door. We're going in the front door!

And of course, like every great 80's movie, there's the finale dance scene...

For the single moms who will soon have free day care and all the time in the world and to spend with their kids..and urgent care trips

For my funk soul brothers and sisters. Right on.

For the spazzy white guys. #whiteandnerdy

For the wrongly incarcerated

For brother EJ cause I got a feeling he likes to get down with the ladies

For my galactic family

For the kids and the end of THAT!

My middle eastern friends

Our intel sources

Our Sirian commander....and Ellen

To our strong female leaders in the Age of Aquarius

Even the big boss man is cutting it after searching for the promised land for so many years

And to my amazing family down at Paddys. I think we're all getting a little slap happy if we're having a dance off in the pub. Bring on the vacay! Everybody cut everybody cut....everybody cut footloose! #lastpostbeforeRV #sobeit #Idigress

And that's the word


ps. I think it's not against the rules, per se, to say fuk but more like frowned upon. But if you must, you're in good company. You got Yosef and I to sit next to in the back of detention. As for the chalk color? Its called "Why did you have to go so Blue?"

pss. Mighty impressive on the martini carrying (was that Zach?) I can hardly walk and carry 1 with without spill. It's like drinking from a plate. As for vodka on the beach, kinda like frozen margarita on the ski slopes. But hey, the COs are down for whatever's clever. Unless they're TDAs. #donthate






"Out in the Street"

Put on your best dress baby and, darling, fix your hair up right
'Cause there's a party, honey, way down beneath the neon lights
All day you've been working that hard line
Now tonight you're gonna have a good time

I work five days a week, girl, loading crates down on the dock
I take my hard earned money and meet my girl down on the block
And Monday when the foreman calls time
I've already got Friday on my mind

When that whistle blows, girl, I'm down the street
I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes
When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh, I walk the way I wanna walk
When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh, I talk the way I wanna talk
When I'm out in the street, when I'm out in the street

Oh oh, oh

When I'm out in the street, girl, well I never feel alone
When I'm out in the street, girl, in the crowd I feel at home
The black and whites they cruise by
And they watch us from the corner of their eye

But there ain't no doubt, girl, down here
We ain't gonna take what they're handing out
When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh, I walk the way I wanna walk
When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh, I talk the way I wanna talk
Baby, out in the street I don't feel sad or blue
Baby, out in the street I'll be waiting for you

When the whistle blows, girl, I'm down the street
I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes
When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh, I walk the way I wanna walk
When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh, I talk the way I wanna talk
When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh, pretty girls, they're all passing by
When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh, from the corner we give them the eye

Baby, out in the street I just feel all right
Meet me out in the street, little girl, tonight
Meet me out in the street, meet me out in the street

Whoa oh whoa oh oh oh oh

Now meet me out in the street
Now meet me out in the street
Now meet me out in the street
Meet me out in the street
Oh darling out in the street
Meet me out in the street
Oh meet me out in the street
Meet me out in the street

Oh darling out in the street



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