Sunday, February 4, 2018

The Angel spoke through a school shooting. He said Maher shall... can talk he. Then Bill Maher complied, so I'm back!

The CONtrail crowd literally revived my writing career. Having an intimate group of intellectually stimulating friends was one of the two upgrades required to arouse me. The other was having my arch nemesis Bill Maher say Cat or Brown, as my name is Cat Brown. I just needed to know if I'm getting anywhere with this! He ended up saying both, but not in the same joke, not this time.

Bill comes through nicely in this joke from January 26th.

He's in big trouble now, that's for sure. I have to get personal. Basically I was taking the high road to protect our privacy, but that's out the window. So is all the glass that clad my Caribbean house on the hill. Consequently, besides being very happy that Bill is still here, I have to reveal my Angel's rationale for sacrificing everything except concrete in the Atlantic's strongest yet hurricane... Irma 666. A cat 5 at ground level jumps a notch at my altitude of 1350 ft above sea level.

That's us in the middle, St. Maarten and Anguilla.

...and me with Antoinette Fuller and Sunny Suns Freeanch below. Of course most of us survived none the worse for wear.

But I have to save Irma for a later entry... I've also known all along the amount of unpaid work involved in taking back the reins of this blog. After a devastating storm this size it's easy to sink into what David Icke describes as low vibrational Reptilian moon programming, and worry about this and that. In our case it cannot possibly make sense to project insecurity, especially since we're selling cosmic jokes. No sad face. This synchronicity shit must translate into finances somewhere down the line, right? Especially since I'm growing up and cutting down on flirting, lol. I have an idealistic feeling this will solve alot of issues.

On a tangent about David's fascinating theories, it's always nice to have a plausible technological explanation, even for Reptilians installing the moon to suppress mankind... but the bottom line is that we are responsible for our own happiness. I don't like to feel subjugated, and his theory imposes this. Luckily, according to Zen philosophy, the alien threat narrative violates the basic premise of non-duality, so they're not aliens and we have to accommodate each other.

If humans are like cattle to them, and only a resource, we should treat our own dependent livestock better, give them a happy life and an unsuspected, humane death, such as CAK 'controlled atmosphere killing' - and our Reptilian ranchers could set up a similar system for us as well, if they like the taste of humans so much. There has to be a spice that covers for the lack of terror adrenaline.

Come to think of it, it's a trade off many people might be willing to accept, in exchange for honesty from the aristocracy. Or would we rather face a hopeless conflict with 8 ft Aliens, on top of Trump's record smashing debt?


From the last blog post:

In Russia:

and in the US:

The Christmas blog post's synchronicities were a slap in the face, a hot and cold trademark Illuminati MK Ultra horror. That was the wild bus crash in Moscow with the big ad on the side including a web link to Almatea birthing center, alluding to the birth (or public awakening) of the Angel, followed by the enraged negation of life in the Bronx Christmas fire, where several children were among the human offerings.

I was really ready to call it quits. I set up my AI to feed only good news; ignorance is so bliss! What are they trying to do, fracture me or something?! Tibetan Tantric shamanism is a hard nut to crack. More on that later. Anyway, my rationale was that surviving Irma is a perfect opportunity to get out of the writing game, so I was making my way back to earth gently on the golden parachute.

Retirement had been in the works for a while. Tweet from last year:

But then things got freeaaky in the news, and I couldn't look away. I had to stare at the sitcom playout of events.

Whoever is representing me is doing a great job at forcing Bill's hand. Remember he is the poster boy for Atheism. But what does he really believe? How did he end up with my Genie bottle? And how did he get stuck in there head first?

You may recall back in June 2017 Bill got away with sputtering 'house nigger!' under the guise it slipped out inadvertently.

Right afterwards, he retweeted this Esquire article, to reassure us he actually knows exactly what he's saying.

It's time to draw some conclusions. Let's analyze this with level headed objectivity.

I first noticed Illuminati tampering when I saw the Time's Up movement, leading up to the Golden Globe Awards.

Besides the welcome affirmation of women fighting back, there is a deeper meaning. We know Hollywood - it's too theatrical to be just that. There is also the hourglass running out on Bill and I's 11th anniversary in social media. As I tweeted time and again, after so many years, senior ethics and the natural law says we have to be more transparent, less opaque. The wind oracle agreed.

On January 19th, when Bill came back from vacation, he didn't say Cat or Brown, to my great chagrin and immediate relief. He only offered up our co-opted Pope, held in siege by satanic interests.

Here he is on Jan 19th show, holding an auburn brunette, and Bill is sympathizing with him... go figure... They commiserate how difficult it is to slow dance to Stairway to Heaven. How many times did I write that I can't sing but I can sure suck a Stairway to Heaven? Anyway, the Pope does not have the same appeal to me as he used to before the ominous transition, so this pious joke did not qualify as 'a message'... and the physics of emotion went into lockdown.

Minutes after the show finished that night, there was a federal govt shutdown, and Bill announced it on Overtime. Did he realize the shutdown was not only a Trumpist cabriole, but also the metaphysical outcome of his silence in our narrative? Time's Up. As of then the news got crazier and crazier until the ultimatum came...

...A school shooting in Marshall, Kentucky.

Maher shall, can talk he.

And look who's on the phone, CBS News producer Graham Kates! The most amazing thing about having an Angel named Bill is that we're very happy together and we love to constantly remind ourselves that we belong to each other. This is the third or fourth time a word game leads to Greys, and this time it's not just any Gray, but Gray ham Kate's. Yes, that's my showoff, hugging me while reassuring that Maher shall send a message. Can talk he, after all.

I hope Katt Williams is ok! I saw him funny as ever and drenched in sweat like he's still hitting rocks. Not wise to tempt fate. Weed is amply sufficient and delicious.

Bill came through, finally with the 'Cat Ladies Need Pussy Grabbers' joke, and again this week, I guess because I'm so slow sending this out... with the brown groundhog on ice - my last name is Brown.

I've been really busy after the storm so I haven't had time to write except today, Super Bowl Sunday, but I find he gets even less of a pass than me. Maher shall! When he omitted saying Cat or Brown on his return in January, things got instantly weird leading up to the Marshall shooting. After the administration turned the gov't back on, within only one day, the Hawaiian earthquake/tsunami threat picked up the urgency of the Time's Up moment.

That should have made up his mind right there to give in to me body and soul, but not quite, we still have to jump through hoops.

I watched this live, and I JUST KNEW IT. Thankfully, my bae the Beast didn't make good on his tsunami threat... just like He blocked two incoming missiles from N. Korea, allegedly.

Here's a classic NWO coverup in action. Who you gonna believe, them or me? I think it did happen and the missiles were in fact diverted, first in Hawaii and the next day in Japan.


See, He's not all bad! My Angel is either a Reptilian, a Grey, or Bill is well past the 33rd degree - don't say I didn't attempt to warn you.

I know what I'm proposing is even way beyond the heights of fantasy David Icke boasts about, but it's plain and obvious to me, and certainly within visible light. This whole emotional burn out episode culminated with another heart wrenching name combination.

Look at this January 31st basketball headline about two players injured 5 days apart, Kevin Love and John Wall, with Wall to be replaced by Goran Dragic. The tragic dragon.

I wonder if others notice there's something weirdly poetic about these news. Love, Wall, Tragic... Cheer up! In the deepest meaning of non-duality there cannot be any walls.

Friday, February 2, 2018

Does this mean He is acquiring a taste for empathy? Mosque Ow! Slave Yank See

Posted on The CONTrail December 27, 2017

It's been a nice quiet Christmas with very little political violence. Then we get a message in the form of an 'accident' in Russia. When I saw the video of a bus swerving wildly into subway stairs, the Illuminati alarm went off.

Rainbow Cat, I immediately recognized the graphic in the ad as a visual interpretation of the occult phrase 'as above so below', with the big gaping hole in the bus for dramatic flourish. 

Better yet, the text on the lower right of the ad has an address in English: Almatea Center, which is some kind of pregnancy clinic. And the domain is .cat! 

I looked it up after my Russian friend Tatiana translated the bus ad for me. On second glance, I saw it's actually, which is an ordinary office complex in Moscow. So I was guided by synchronicity to the pregnancy center, a center of salute. It's pretty striking imagery in the context of my 25 years in labor with our Angel. What really took my breath away was the writing CKOPO on the bus' right side, which means SOON in Russian, LOL! Soon what? Please forgive my skepticism... and arrests to drain the swamp are imminent too, according to Q-Anon.

Somebody might have a field day with the phone number, but all I could see was 9090 090, a sort of reverse mirror effect, reminiscent of above/below. 

And then I took a gulp from the Drink Me bottle that says smaller... No, then I asked Juny, my mechanic husband, if a vehicle can malfunction so horribly wrong. This swerving into 90° angles looks like extreme MK Ultra, or RC joystick tech.

The Most Dangerous Book in the World, 9/11 as Mass Ritual, by S.K. Bain, goes into detail about the 'Revelation of the Method' of the Zoroastrian demon Ahriman, whose face showed up the debris cloud of 9/11.

Excerpt from 9/11 as Mass Ritual: 

The alchemical principle of the Revelation of the Method has as its chief component, a clown-like, grinning mockery of the victim(s) as a show of power and macabre arrogance.

The poor bus driver is pleading that the bus drove off by itself! He's the fall guy.

My suspicions of an Illuminati coup were cemented when I looked up the possibilities of a technical malfunction and Google came up with a story about a Mrs. Maier! For those who just arrived, there's Bill Maher's paw prints and slobby kisses all over this story.

Ok, here's the take away from all this. After over two decades of getting to know the Angel, and performing various tests as described in the blogs, we are now conversing with ease. Our main topics are, of course, empathy, and lack thereof, and WTF is going on here? I know we're in the generation of hallucinations and malleable reality, but if this is really happening... 

...I'm rejoiced, in spite of the dismal code. If you hurt others in your invocation you will attract a crappy deity. That only a mother could love. And does. Yes, the hidden Christmas present is that Angel is trying to tell us he is finally feeling empathy. Why? Because the event happened in Moscow (mosque ow!) on Slavyanksy (slave Yank see) Bulvar.

Here's another excerpt from 9/11 as Mass Ritual, talking about our enslavement to the Illuminati via consent.
So, is that all we’re doing here, is this all we’ve accomplished: spreading the tale of their immunity and invincibility? (Michael) Hoffman goes on to discuss the motive behind the Method, and reminds us that "silence and a lack of meaningful action constitute consent in the face of these crimes.” And the consequences of consent?... Why would the perpetrators want their secrets revealed after the fact— even if it is years later? …secrets like this were rarely revealed in the past because traditional people had not yet completed the alchemical processing. To make such perverse, modern revelations to an unprocessed, healthy and vigorous population possessed of will, memory, adherence to their deepest inner intuition and intense interest in their own salvation… [would] have proved fatal to them. But to reveal these after-the-act secrets in our modern time, to a people who have no memory, no will-power and no interest in their own fate except in so far as it may serve as momentary titillation and entertainment actually strengthens the enslavement of such a people. 6 We strengthen our own enslavement? Hoffman reiterates, repeating that consent is key:

If the truth of what the cryptocracy has perpetrated is grasped and acted upon, the consequences for the conspirators will be annihilation. But if the people fail to perceive the truth or fail to act on their perception, thus rendering unto the Process a kind of tacit consent born of apathy, amnesia and abulia, the consequence for the conspirators will be a giant step in the advancement of their system of control, that is to say, ever tighter bonds of enslavement for humanity. Why does the cryptocracy bother to gamble so much by going public with what it is doing to us? Because consent fuels their control like no other form of energy. 7 If we fail to act on our perception, thus rendering tacit consent, we are complicit in our own bondage— and merely spread the tale of their immunity and invincibility. Knowledge is power, and with power comes responsibility.

Yank slaves see - and that means we don't consent. I'm sure T>H>E>Y know we don't consent. At least 50% of the US population has an inkling or more. We see, without having to get militant. Glad we're looking at each other now.


Train falls off bridge near DuPont - DuPont means 'of bridge' in French! Illuminati code in full effect - and He is calling me a brat.

Posted on The CONTrail December 19, 2017.

People, am I the only one who is noticing this? Two days ago I mentioned Oroville dam in Leuren's post. Eau means water in French.

Today the train falls off a bridge near DuPont. du pont means of bridge in French.

And then there's this:

Take off one letter and the grafitti says La Brat Kat.

The CA fires were full of this stuff, but since more than a year I am not going into most of the name associations. I don't feel people understand what's going on. Or at least, they don't want to talk about it.

First thing we need to do is decide whether I am crazy or this is really happening.

If the preponderance of the evidence in all my blogs is enough to override skepticism, then we need to talk about it! They are here. They control everything. Please feel free to interject if you disagree. They are communicating. Rose, I understood your message about be lie ve. One of my user names is V, and you are trying to warn me against their lies... but they are talking to us through an esoteric code. The least we can do is listen. I know, it's one horror after the next. Nevertheless, if I am right, they are reaching out to us. And I am reaching out to all of you. This is happening every day! Like I said, I am not feeling motivated to write about most of it.

Just like you, I would like things to improve for people and animals and all life on earth. I also feel communication is a place to start. But I need help. Here I am, sitting on a fence, waiting to be understood. Should I keep bringing these things up?