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Operation Disclosure: GCR/RV Intel Alert for July 15, 2018

RV/INTELLIGENCE ALERT - July 15, 2018 (Disclaimer: The following is an overview of the current situation based on rumors/leaks from sev...

Thursday, July 13, 2017

"Tonight's Word: Feast Or Famine" - Heisenberg - 7.13.17

Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 9:50 PM EDT on July 13, 2017

Let my people go - Moses

And that brings us to tonight's word: FEAST OR FAMINE

Have you ever experienced a boomtown? A situation where you couldn't lose? Win win-win all around? I saw a movie about the first Viagra salesmen. I bet those guys made a little money back in the day. More like a boom boom town, am I right? Up top?

Oh no no. That sad awkward fail isn't going to work. Much like the Trump presidency. #rimshot #sadawkwardfail. Let's try this one. It's a Paddys pub night.

And on the flip side, if you ever experienced a ghost town, you know what I'm talking about. Jobs leaving overnight. Bye Mom and Pop general store, hello Wally World. Can you imagine selling mortgages in the 80's when interest rates were 14%? What are they now? Under 4%? Quick get in there. Boomtown. Refinance before the bubble bursts. There it goes...POP goes the weasel. Ghost town. Brain drain. Famine. What ever you want to call it when the well dries up.

If any cabal are out there, this is probably a foreign concept to you, but I'm going there anyways. Famine? What the hell is that? Dollar menu? Is that like a menu where you buy food for a dollar? Like...$1 will buy you a food item? Like a hamburger? A burger of the ham? How gauche. I can only imagine what odds and sods they put in there to make profit on a $1 burger of the ham. What's that? Our company has a dollar menu in our restaurants? So what do we put in there? Ok...ok.... hmmm....Baaarrrrrrfffffffff. Oh God, take it away. Don't you ever show that to me again or you're fired. Famine is gross. Why would anyone ever try that?

Well, to those of you 1%ers out there, we never really wanted to go into famine mode. Not really. You put us here. The sad part is, we weren't very greedy out here. You really didn't have to give us a grand feast of filet mignon everyday. Just to be treated with dignity and respect would have been enough for many of us. But for y'all to have a mission statement that involves killing 90% of us and forcing us to eat off your dollar menu is out of bounds. You force fed us famine. As for the word "feast", I'm using that word pretty loosely. Most of us 99% are happy just to put food on the old plate. You know, feed our children instead of trade them. So let's treat ourselves and substitute the word "feast" for anything OVER and above the dollar menu. We're not eating off the $1 menu? Yes, darling....it's our anneversary.....it's grilled chicken for you. *swoon* Dream with me for a sec...even if we have a bumper crop like Forest Gump and the only shrimp boat to survive the storm, and we ride high the wave of a Boomtown, that sneaky little concept called taxes takes the majority of it away, doesn't it? Clever dicks. Sure you may drive a nice car every steak dinners four times a week, but you'll never be 1%. You don't join that club by accident. Oh no. No no no.

So here we are, destined to ride the roller coaster of feast or famine a little more. You could be riding high with the most popular restaurant in town only to lose all your customers to the new PF Chang's next-door. Diners are so fickle aren't they? They don't care if an owner is accustomed to a certain lifestyle. They don't care if said owner can't afford their yearly vacation to Europe or their kids private education. So you could have a good gig going one day and eating top Ramen the next. From feast to famine. Or you could be one of the many who have never known feast. A lifetime of famine.

And don't even get me started on Africa famine. We think we're poor hungry and hurting? Don't even go there. Change that...yes! Go there.

So here we stand on July 13 sitting ever so patiently at the dinner table. We can smell the food from the buffet tables. We can see the stainless steel dome plate covers undoubtedly hiding from site the grandest feast humanity is ever known. You can see and feel how much preparation has been put into our dinner. The butlers and the white gloves are meticulous. The stock has been simmering for days. The linens are immaculate. Waitstaff and chefs at full attention. The meek have never been more impressed. The ones paying attentions, that is.

And yet we wait. Sitting in our famine, chit chatting with our neighbors waiting for the dinner bell to ring. Now technically we did come a little early. Can't blame us, we got no where else to go. Thought maybe there'd be some hors dorvs or cocktails going but no. Buess we showed up too early. Shoulda hit that taco bell dollar menu on the way here. Technically... the RSVP did say dinner will start after July 15. Perhaps it was rude to come this early and demand to be served. But you know Americans, no sense of time. Or fashion sense it appears.

I would like to think that somewhere in this world there is a perfect human being walking around. There is one of us that is perfect in every way. One that knows no fear. One that is full of compassion and love. After listening to last nights call, sad that the concensus is one does not exist. Now that's heavy. Not even one of us in 7 billion are perfect? That kind of sucks. So we're all just lowly savages chanined to this 3D world? Savages with spliced DNA? (again NOT a bad band name).

But on the other hand it is kind of comforting that were all the same deep down. The elders and the meek. We're all just letters in a junk DNA alphabet soup. Same blood no matter how thin. Kinda like those greasers on the corner. Coming from broken homes and broken childhoods, at least they got each other. Just kids in a gang growing up together. Some of us realizing our dad is not the perfect person you thought he was. And you realize all the things that were kept from you like that affair he had or that your parents were never in love, hence the divorce the day after your 18th birthday. Although, hiding these were for your protection, they painted an untrue picture. But that's okay. When we were young, it was ok. In fact thank you for carrying the load. Thank you thank you. For preserving my childhood, I am more balanced today for it. It was a nice childhood even though we didn't have much. But we had each other and that was something.

But now that we're all grows up, life changes. Reality sets in. Dad doesn't know what to do after retirement. Take up golf? Get a Winnebago drive cross-country? Move to Florida?

And the kids? Will they come to visit still? Once they get jobs and have kids of their own, will we ever see them? Will my over 55 comunity allow children over 2 weeks? We have to fly?

I guess these are many of the ups and down's and feasts and famines that you missed while caretaking for the world's salvation. But they are normal everyday things for us savages….until we ascend that is.

But I understand. Your humanity has you concerned. Are people going to overeat until they die? Are people going to share their food? Is a food fight going to break out in the formal dining room? Blueberry pie on the white dining linens. Aw helz no. Will I still have a job when this is done? Will I still have purpose? Lots of questions. Lots of concerns about ringing that dinner bell. And if we were all fed, healthy and happy down here with no disease or familne, it might be fun to debate for months on end and go back-and-forth with points and counterpoints about when to release like a game of chess with no consequence. But that's not the situation. More of our brothers and sisters are living in famine then feast. Time is a luxury our fellow humans don't have. I wish it wasn't so.

Let me share with you a little something. I'm concerned too. I'm so used to this 3D world. I like my stupid movies and crime dramas. And my quirky comedies. Am I going to lose friends and family when I ascend if they don't? I worry about having too much money in it as well. Are those I bless going to hurt themselves? Are those I bless going to try to take advantage of others? Are people I feed going to eat too much and quit working out? Gonna let themselves go physically and spiritually? I don't know. But what I do know is that great is starting to get cold (well, after the 15th, I hear). And if its out too long, mold will start to grow. And it'll attract flies. Even though you, my dear Elders, may have sold yourself out of a job (It's what we call in sales when you sell everything you have there's nothing left to sell), wouldn't it be nice to ring that dinner bill and see all the joy in your fellow humans eyes? Joy that you single-handedly delivered to your brother and sisters? Joy to watch these savages course correct and build onto your work? It's like building a house. You poured a solid foundation with proper corner stones. You framed the home with straight dry good wood. You made sure the plumbing and electric and the heating cooling systems have passed inspection and are operational. You've done well. Never to be forgotten. Now it's time for the sheetrockers to roll in. And the cabinets. And the carpet. All the way down to the washer and dryer. And at the end of the journey, some lucky bugger named Hugh Manity will get the brand new keys to a beautiful home. All who buckled on that tool belt and lifted those hammers had a soul fulfilling part in building that structure. Something we all can be proud of. Sure it's not 100% perfect. Once you get a family in there, you might spring a leak, but hey, that's what the warranty is for. As the RV is a man made product, there may be minor flaws. (Ouch dude) but that's why you spring for the extended warranty. Your in good hands. Tonight's Word: Habitat For Humanity. Slow clap


What a wonderful position you helped put us in. Mission accomplished. And no more up and down waves of feast or famine that are making us, your flock, seasick. Just a nice horizontal line of abundance. Smooth and easy. Steady as she goes on glasslike waters.

And that's the word.


Ps Thank you all. The love shared in this room is the best weapon we could ever hold in our hands. It's the one thing that drives them nuts as they can't divide us in chaos and anger anymore. It's apparant in their rants. As you know, they will use the smallest confrontation to get us to divide. After all, why let a good crisis go to waste? My teacher taught me that. I think you're Daughter of Terrific, I do! Leenish, Hope Ranger, 5D, Harmony, One of the Meek, Rose and everyone who carries the light into the darkest of corners, thank you for serving beside me. It's been an honor.







"Growin’ Up"

I stood stone-like at midnight, suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and come out with my soul untouched
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but when they said, "Sit down, " I stood up
Ooh...growin' up
The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing
I pushed b-52 and bombed them with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but when they said, "Come down, " I threw up
Ooh...growin' up
I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere, and you know it's really hard to hold your breath
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth, but I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car
I hid in the mother breast of the crowd, but when they said, "Pull down, " I pulled up
Ooh...growin' up
Ooh...growin' up



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