Ron’s Notes
Sometimes as I sit and contemplate my navel, I wonder: why would any sane person want to come to a planet like Earth? Yes, my navel is where I was connected to my mother, and her mother before that, ad infinitum. And we are all connected to our Mother, the Earth. That’s the physical reality many choose to call an illusion. What an illusion it is! The more aware anyone becomes of the absurd dramas playing out in this realm, the more insane it seems. I wonder how many other times in our history so many realized the insanity? I know many are like me: tired of all the fraud and corruption we call the world system. I have long wanted a big event that would bring sweeping changes in its wake. I thought it was immanent in the 1960s. Obviously not! Many have been the expectations and disappointments since then. So, I do wonder if there will ever be a big event that will turn it all around?
My Response
I guess it depends on how you define “Big Event”. On a cosmic scale, we are smack-dab in the middle of one of the biggest events that this planet has seen in 13,000 years. If you’re asking if there is one single incident, like flipping a light switch, then I would have to say no.
Think of this more like a sporting event, like baseball. Baseball has no time limit, and it is one of the slowest sports around. It is up to each player to do his/her best when at bat, running the bases, and playing the field.
We are the home team. The cabal are the visitors. The cabal were first at bat. The last game ended 13,000 years ago. This game is in the 9th inning. The mainstream media tells us that the cabal is still at bat and nobody is out, but what is the time delay on what they report? six months? a year?
The players know that we’re in the bottom of the 9th. The cabal struck-out when they were last at bat, but the commentator was shot and replaced with a drone, who is programmed to only report on the cabal team and our errors. Not only that, the stands are filled with vendors selling GMO peanuts and beer, and there are all kinds of ads on the jumbotron when we should be seeing our team making the plays that will bring us to victory.
Many of the fans can no longer afford to buy peanuts & beer, and are waking up. Their eyesight is getting better. They don’t have to rely on the jumbotron, because they can actually see the players in the field. Many fans are shaking their neighbours awake, and telling them that the jumbotron lies, that there is a really long time delay, most of the good plays by the home team are censored, and some of the plays look like they are 20 years old. After all, some of the players shown on the jumbotron have been dead for 20 years…
The home team was able to sneak in some vendors that have GMO-free popcorn made with coconut oil, smoothies, and veggie wraps, all for free. Some of the gate attendants had to be shot to get them in, but this is the final inning of a 13,000 year-long baseball game, we are determined to win, and it was self-defense. Our galactic allies were also able to beam several webcams onto the field, prepare a web-site, and provide free iPads to every family in the stadium, so they could watch the real game and ignore the jumbotron, altogether.
The score is cabal 13, home 7, but there’s also a new sports doctor in the home team dugout, giving them coconut water instead of Gatorade, colloidal silver instead of antibiotics, and hemp instead of whole wheat. The home team is much more alert, has been getting more base hits, and committing fewer errors for the last 40 years.
The music has been modified to replace 440 Hz frequencies with 432 Hz frequencies. Fluoride has been removed from the stadiums water supply (which means the beer is now fluoride-free). Periodically, a UFO is spotted flying over the stadium with a banner that says, “We have arrived. You can do it!” A couple of the players on the home team were taken off the bench and replaced with walkins who can knock a baseball all the way to Mars, if need be.
The game is afoot! This IS the Big Event. ;)
Tagged: 2013, baseball, Big Event, Ron Van Dyke, The Event
