Little coincidences abound. They really do. And I, for one, think that’s a real peach of a thing. I enjoy receiving signs and clues and nudges from the Universe. I enjoy knowing that there’s a tamper-proof clockwork behind the curtain, a precision Swiss movement that’s keeping things synchronized.
Allow me to cite a little example. New York City kept popping into my mind yesterday morning. This was noteworthy because I hardly ever think about New York City. Why would I? But there I was yesterday thinking about the fake plane crashes and nuked buildings on 9/11, thinking about Times Square and the New Year’s Eve ball that may or may not be be dropping in celebration of the New Year, thinking about my grandfather and imagining what it was like for him to live in the Bronx as a kid. My grandfather loved the Big Apple. He loved the stink of it and the energy of it and the cobblers and the barber shops and the hot dog carts. He loved the Yankees.
Anyway, here’s the cowinkydink part: Around midday yesterday I went at the doctor’s office for my annual checkup, and the nurse was telling me a little story to distract me while she drew my blood. I guess she could tell by looking at me that a little story might help. Nobody likes needles, but I really don’t like ‘em. So she started telling me about her recent Christmas visit to go see her daughter in…you guessed it…New York City.
Nurse Chat
She said, “My daughter lives right in the city, and we were there for four days. Her boyfriend plays for the New York Giants. He’s a really nice guy. Big as a house, but really nice. You know, really kind-hearted.”
“A gentle giant,” I added, my eyes closed in anticipation of the jab.
“Yeah, that’s it. A gentle giant. The needle’s in. The worst part’s over. You’re doing great.”
“Geez, I could barely feel it. Thanks for being a pro. So what’s the scene in New York?”
“It was super weird, like being in one of those end-of-the-world apocalypse movies. The whole time we were there, you know how many people we saw out on the streets? OK, you’re all done now. Can you hold this for a second?” She had me hold a cotton ball where the needle had just been. Then she pulled a stretch of gauze off a roll, wrapped it around my arm a couple times, relieving me of cotton ball duty. “Fifteen,” she said. “We only saw fifteen people out on the streets the whole time we were there. Can you believe that? In New York City. Fifteen people out of, I don’t know, how many million? Totally weird. It was a ghost town”
“I think it’s something like eight and a half million,” I added.
“Strangest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m sure glad I don’t live there. My daughter and her boyfriend are moving to Texas in coupl’a weeks.” She placed stickers on two test tubes filled with blood that she’d sucked out of my arm, and placed them in a plastic holder. They clicked into place.
“I wouldn’t want to live there either. Will it be a pain to live in Texas? I mean, with him playing for the Giants and all,” I asked.
“Their training camp’s in Texas. I have a feeling he’s gonna pop the question before they move down there. I’m so excited for them!”
“I hope it works out.”
New York Groove
After I learned there were only a handful of people milling around on the mean streets of New York, the old conspiracy cogs in my noggin started clicking and clacking. The thought of all that eerie emptiness struck me to the extent that I actually felt a little light-headed. Maybe it was the blood draw getting to me. Then again, maybe not.
In the spirit of sharing, I’ll report to you what my little voice was prattling on about. It was something like this:
- New York City is enormous. So many people. The fear and oppression that’s been imposed upon all those people represents energy harvesting on a massive scale. You’ve got eight and a half million people, less fifteen, that have been pushed into a state of abject fear – an ultra-low vibration state that sheds life energy like an Alaskan Malamute sheds hairballs. The goons in charge of Operation Mindphucc must be getting off so hard on this.
- I wonder if we’ll see any weird empty street scenes in any of the New Year’s Eve shows being broadcast “live from New York?” I somehow doubt it. I doubt they’ll want to totally spook the viewing audience out there in Topeka, Kansas or Des Moines, Iowa . So I bet they’ll just hire some stooges to stand around in masks and dish out some painfully staged virtue signaling and such. I should plan on tuning in – it ought’a be fun.
- Back to Operation Mindphucc… I can’t help but wonder if the unusual design of One World Trade Center (otherwise known as the “Freedom Tower,” a nickname that was officially shelved a while back) has something to do with the ongoing energy harvesting in NYC? It looks a lot like a church steeple to me, which naturally draws my suspicion. Also, it would seem that including the word “Freedom” in the name for anything these days usually means it has something to do with “Oppression.” Imagine taking all that human energy that’s being shed (I’m saying “shed” because energy cannot be created or destroyed, but it can be transferred), and then collecting it somewhere, concentrating it in a reverse lightning rod sense. If it could be done, it’d be an energy buffet for the goons, the likes of which they’ve never experienced before.
- Here’s the church. Here’s the steeple. Open the doors and see all the people.
- Why are my spidey senses tingling about New York City this week?
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True story: You can buy a ticket for about forty bucks that’ll get you right up in the top of the good old Freedom Tower. This would make a great field trip for the Tin Foil Hat Club. Bring your walkie-talkie and snake bite kit. Here’s a part of the creepy description on the “One World Observatory: Skip-the-Line Ticket Options” website:
Ascend via SkyPod to the top of the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere in less than 47 seconds at 28 mph. SkyPod provides a virtual time-lapse visual experience … At the observatory, elevate your senses as you take in the iconic sights, surrounding waters, and panoramas of the Manhattan skyline and beyond. Then look toward the horizon and feel the city’s invincible spirit while taking in the stunning views.
Invincible spirit, eh? I beg to differ.
I think I’ll save my $40. What’s the fun of yelling “You all look like ants!” if there’s nobody down there on the streets?
Phil’s Two Cents
Practical reasoning and clear thinking are essential skills for everyone if we stand a chance at making sense of all the information we’re bombarded with each and every day. If we aspire to be clear thinkers, we need to develop the skills to know the difference between valid and invalid arguments, the contradictory versus the contrary, vagueness and ambiguity, contradiction and self-contradiction, the truthful and the fallacious. We need to be able to connect the dots, see the forest for the trees. And we need to be good listeners – to others and to ourselves.
Do I understand why my inner voice is speaking with a thick New York accent right now? Nope. But I’m listening intently.
– “Phil”
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