Wait A Minute... Could I Be Controlled Opposition?

Do not dare to trust even yourself

I mean, I know that last year I had grave concerns about my Mum…

Is My Mum Controlled Opposition?

… but soon came to realize I was just being silly.

(I know… so unlike me!)

Thanks to all those who rushed to reassure me that my dear mother — a grandma 8 times over, a kind lady who prays twice a day, who loves to tend to her garden, who writes out pages and pages of the Gayatri Mantra by hand every evening while watching her favourite soap operas on Zee TV — could not possibly be an agent of the Deep State. For one, she is far too busy cooking. For two, her puja takes hours out of her day.

I feel so bad for having cast aspersions on her stellar reputation.

However, this week, because I changed my mind¹ over whether a certain cataclysmic event was staged or not, some person I didn’t know responded to my comment on a post by avowed conspiracy theorist critical thinker,

Conspiracy Sarah

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I replied:

I thought I’d get at least a like for my rational, detailed, and sincere explanation but instead I was admonished.

“New wakening up?” What kind of weird writing is this?

Oh man, I am such a terrible person. Why oh why did I write my comment and insist on making them respond?

Now they have regrets. 😢 It is my fault they have regrets.

And I will never, I repeat, never think of casually using the word “factoid” again, especially given its two contradictory meanings.

Anyway, as you can imagine, as a result of that exchange, I was pretty traumatized. I mean my honour had been called into question!

How dare you?!

So I decided to do what I love to do in moments of high stress: dig around in all the nooks and crannies of my apartment, find a bunch of cute-slash-weird objects and set about about to make some jewelry.

And, as if it was meant to be, a friend of mine had recently procured a huge box of square leather samples. Some lady in a furniture store, who was throwing out a bunch of stuff, shouted out to him as he cycled by, “hey, do you want these?”

“No, but I know someone who might,” stopping to pick up the massive box.

He called me a few hours later to say, “you won’t believe what I got given.”

These were clearly meant for me

Me: “I need those PRONTO!”

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I designed and printed some new labels to cover up the text of the leather brand name. By the next day, I had two dozen new pieces of Bijoulerie.

The eyes clearly have it. I mean the eye, that all-seeing flippin’ eye. But no doubt most of my readers are aware of what the other three pendants signify in occult symbology. It’s a shame since, before many of us became versed to the dark side of, um… stuff, we used to appreciate these creatures for what they inherently are: a part of nature.

I was going to call my new series the Awake To Nature Collection (because, boy do I think many of us need to go out and put our feet on the ground, as in, literally, take a hike).

But now I think I’m going to name them — well, perhaps just those four examples — The Illuminati Collection.

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I swear on my Mum’s life I’m not CO. But I must admit I do occasionally enjoy pretending to be a double agent, especially when nobody is paying me.

Here’s a new improved version of my latest video for those who didn’t catch the last post:

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If you’re in SF and you feel like it, do come and hang out tomorrow at Analogue Saturday. The sun — another symbol for weird dark shit apparently (guess that must be why I made it the logo for Sane Francisco 🙄) will be shining brightly, and you can mainline some of that powerful Vitamin D directly into your bod via your skin. I swear, it’s the best drug! ☀️

1. OK guys, please don’t tell the chastiser, but I’ve changed my mind 4 or 5 times since then. Whilst I remain curious, the truth is: I don’t know, I can’t know (not yet, anyway) and I need to get on with advancing my life.