Time after time...

Flying, biology, normal street lights, spirituality and what's to come...

I am not sure exactly what this article is going to end up being about, but I needed to start writing today. It’s been a long time since I free-flowed. And although it’s not the same as putting pencil to paper, typing is pretty efficient and does allow for my thoughts to get out quickly.

The other day, I realized that the 2024 beginning of the year, is the slowest beginning of the year I have ever ‘felt’. Usually, for as long as I can remember, the start of the year time - regardless of geographical location - would pass so quickly that it was always almost impossible for me to believe how quick January and February and March and April and even May had passed. This year, however, is moving in what feels like ‘slower time’. I don’t know exactly what this means but, obviously, time is not moving at some alternate rate, but my perception of the rate is, different, somehow.

When I try to visualize this feeling, I imagine a linear timeline, since we live in a ‘place’ where linear time is a reality. I imagine a string, as the linear timeline. No particular length. I imagine that the string is partitioned into equal-sized chunks marked by little pencil lines. I imagine that each of those partitions is partitioned into equal-sized partitions, and so on, like Zeno’s paradoxes of Motion that prove that one can never reach the other side of a room by trying to walk across it. Hehe

It looks something like the following, where ‘60’, ‘24’ and ‘7’ represent seconds in a minute, hours in a day and days in a week, respectively. Every increment can be subdivided into increments. How very fractal.

So it’s almost like in all previous years, I only had ‘access’ to the large increments of time - like the days and weeks, but no access to the smaller ones and therefore, I probably wasn’t processing the stuff that was happening in those smaller increments properly. That would mean, in no uncertain terms, that it was kind of like I was ‘missing’ 1,440 minutes every hour. That’s a lot of minutes ‘missed’.

But this year, it feels more like I have more access to those smaller increments. The overall feeling is one of time moving more slowly. It’s the best way I have thought of to describe the feeling. It’s March 7, 2024 today (RIP Saba Ilan), and it feels to me that we should be at least half-way through this year.

Let me tell you, I love this feeling. It feels like ‘slowing down’. I don’t know why I am experiencing this but I am also not worried by it. It actually feels exhilarating.

Recently, as most of you already know, I flew to Washington, DC to participate in the 5th International Crisis Summit and to provide testimony as per Senator Johnson’s COVID cartel hearing in the Kennedy Caucus Room in the U.S. Senate. Some of us also had invites to attend the CPAC event that was being held in the same event hotel as the ICS event. I figured, 3 for the price of one: might as well shell-out, courage-up and go. So I did.

My flights were cancelled 3 times along the way, within a 5-week time frame. The first cancellation happened at the time when I was paying for the original flight path. Tell me something, how does that even happen? If the airline knows that the flight has been, or is being cancelled, how can they: 1. not only advertise the flight, but 2. take your money and then not provide the ‘service’ that you paid for? I painstakingly select everything from the plane, to my seat, when I fly. It’s pretty random, and I do it on vibes. So when the plane or my seat changes, after much research and vibing, it’s not so good in my mind. And not what I paid for.

I called the airline immediately to address the lack of receipt of ticket number: I had the booking code, but no ticket. Again, can they do this? Apparently, yes, they can at this moment in commercial flying history. After no waiting (this bodes very well), I brought it to the kind person’s attention that there was an issue with my ticket issuance. They immediately told me that the issue occurred because the second inbound flight was cancelled at the actual time of my booking. I was flabbergasted. I asked her: “How can you take money for a flight that doesn’t exist”? And she said, I am not sure, because well, she wasn’t. By the way, I never once took out my anger and frustration on the staff operating the help phones because it wasn’t their fault - and I knew that - and in fact, they were excellent. They were the saving grace of the experience and the best thing about the airline. I had to call them a total of 10 times before I would be done with this booking.

So she rebooked me on the second inbound flight.

I believe it was a couple days later, I found out about a second cancellation. By the way, another ‘coincidence’ I had with this airline is that I could not receive, and did not receive emails from them. Have you guys ever heard of such a thing? They also didn’t provide services to alternative devices like phones or tablets. So I was ‘flying blind’ when a flight leg was cancelled. No notification at all. My strategy was to check their website daily, using my booking code to find out about updates in ‘scheduling’. I was mad about it (seems online booking should preclude having to babysit for cancellations), but I figured, it could have been worse. Not sure how it could have been worse for what I paid, but anyway…

The second cancellation was the first outbound flight. They had actually rebooked me on a later first outbound flight that, incidentally, would make me miss my second outbound flight. Why? I called them again. The kind lady explained the situation - that the first outbound flight was poofed and that I had been rebooked - and I was confounded again. After some deliberation and sleuthing, she suggested a sister carrier that would take me directly to JFK instead, and then onward to DC. I thought: “That sounds ok.” It was a good plane too (the ER model), so I said ok. Et le temps passe…

The third cancellation came when the flight to JFK disappeared altogether. I noticed this one when on the website one day: it appeared as though my seat selection had changed for the first outbound flight, and instead of the flight path being ‘Confirmed’, it was ‘Modified’. The following was the only message provided.

Well, I’d say that the flight not existing anymore would qualify as ‘extra services’ not confirmed, wouldn’t you? Not only was my seat gone, all the seats and the entire flight were gone! I called the airline again after thinking really hard about whether I should just abandon ship on the entire trip, because I started wondering if the Universe wasn’t trying to tell me something. I mean, I don’t know if it’s the convid after-shocks, someone screwing with me personally, the WEF trying to disgruntle people into not flying commercially anymore, or a lack of capable (healthy/alive) staff to both fly and maintain aircraft, but something was definitely on the go. I suppose it boded well that I don’t believe in coincidences while simultaneously being dialed into my instincts. I decided to try one more time.

This particular cancellation threw me for a loop because now, there was no way for me to get to DC on my intended arrival date. The best I could do was to arrive two days later, with yet, another (and different) sister carrier. The sister carrier was one I have flown with recently - and that I had had a good experience with - so I decided to rebook with them one last time. I promised myself that it would be the last time rebooking this trip.

I kept checking the website on the daily, and no changes, right up until the day before travel. Good to go. Trains on time. Flights on time. Good stuff. I got there. Well done sister airline. And well done on the food too! I am one of those weird people who loves airplane food.

I know this sounds horrific, but as long as I get to where I am going and back safely, without being too insulted by airline staff, that’s all that matters to me. So even though this booking merry go-round sounds tragic, I don’t see it that way: ultimately, they got the job done and in my opinion, they and all airlines are facing a shit-ton of obstacles themselves. So I give them all kudos. WELL DONE.

The amazing Lilly Defina organizes the ICS event (with her cousin Rob and Robert Malone’s help), and had asked her hubby to pick me up at the airport and that was a wonderful treat. When you land in a new place, in a new airport, it’s always nice to have someone there for you - personally, it makes me feel: safe. Below is a photo of Lilly with Cristian Terheș: Member of the European Parliament for Romania.

There were no people lined up at customs/border control and the TSA agent was a lovely gentleman who gave me the following advice following his request to know the purpose of my visit: “Don’t let anyone bully you. Remember, you’re the expert.” I left his presence feeling: odd, and uplifted. I hadn’t expected the first person I met after I got off the plane in the U.S. - the TSA agent - to give me a pep talk, and also to give me the very words I actually need to hear on the daily. It was a bit, surreal. I assume that he thought that I was going to be presenting to the bad eggs in DC when I mentioned Senate testimony - I didn’t provide specifics. It was illuminating to hear that the regular people are aware of the crap shoot being shoved down their throats by their own ‘representatives’ and that they are also aware that scientists - who indeed have expertise - are trying to be heard and are, in fact, being bullied by the ‘scients’ cultists.

The ICS event started the next morning at a regal hotel in National Harbor, Maryland. I had pre-written the words for every slide in my presentation. I had anticipated the need to do so since I would be arriving ‘unfresh’ following a full 24+ day of travel. It was quite good! I presented at around 4 pm that day (EST time) and it went off without a hitch. Even my mom watched. That was highlight for me, actually. The rest of the presentations were equally compelling and high quality - from Kevin McKernan to James Lindsay. What was surprising to me, was the low number of people in the physical audience. I imagine the reason for this was the simultaneous CPAC event going on just down the hall, but nonetheless, all presentations were recorded and live-streamed, so no worries about records or being able to hear all the talks. Just go to the ICS website to find your favorite speaker.

We had what I would call a day off the next day. The CPAC event was to host such speakers as Donald Trump, Vivek Ramaswamy, Javier Milei and more. It took place at the same regal hotel in National Harbor, Maryland as the ICS event. I sat with Mikki Willis and his wife and Ryan and Kelly Cole (we shared a seat) for a bit since I was told by secret service that “I was not allowed to stand”. They didn’t seem to like my hemorrhoid joke when I told them I can’t sit: I told them I can’t sit because of really bad piles. No laughter was had.

I left after about an hour and a half following Trump’s announced arrival (not before I snapped the photo above - good title: “Where Globalism Goes to Die”) - it had already been a long day and the following day I was meant to speak twice more, and I was not prepared. I heard later on that day from many-a-person that they thought Trump was an excellent performer and that he was very funny.

The next day was horrible for me. Suffice to say it was simply long, sleepless (jet-lag kills me and no, I don’t want to take melatonin), and stressful. I retired at about 7 pm after almost throwing up my grilled shrimp. I couldn’t even drink my glass of wine - that’s how exhausted I was. I spoke only once at around 6 pm and it was a 2-minute poem I wrote at 3 am the night before called “A scientific prayer”. You can listen at 5:03 here.

Before I move on, I want to express my sincere gratitude for the lovely staff at the Hyatt National Harbour Hotel. They were courteous, always there, helpful and kind. The wait staff in the Hotel restaurant and bar were also very professional and dear. We watched The Family Feud one evening together on their big screen TV. It was like Cheers, but with Family Feud. I was absolutely shocked by all the pharma advertising televised as commercials in between Feud sets. There was a young girl with super curly eyelashes (they were not real - everyone had those I noticed - but they looked nice) who was tuned in to her patrons from moment #1. There was also a dread-lock dude who was also very attentive and professional.

I can be pretty demanding - especially when I am hungry - and I know what I like and want. I also worked in the service industry for 15 years so I know ‘the deal’. It’s how I learned how to be diplomatic. The curly-lashed bar tender and the dreadlock dude who backed her up, were both great. They were competent, and got me what I wanted quickly - even though what I wanted wasn’t standard on their menu. I wanted grilled shrimp instead of deep fried shrimp. The kitchen did this spicy sauce and grilled those shrimps up for me. Five of them. They were quite good! And she got me a glass of red wine and as many fizzy waters with lemon as I could drink. It’s on tap there! I happen to tip like a billionaire (20-30%) because of my due diligence to the industry and its people, and I did. Every day, for the whole time I was there. That’s how you ‘buy’ repeat customers - treat them as they are and makem’ happy.

The breakfasts in the Hotel restaurant were also good. They started at 6:30 am and included a mixed berry ‘salad’ (blueberries, strawberries and blackberries), next a huge bowl of plain yoghurt (that I hope had live bifido bacteria cultures in it), and bagels, butter, fruit, good percolated coffee, eggs, sausage and cereal in gum ball machine.

The next day was the Senate testimony day. I had arranged for a taxi that could carry 7 people to DC the evening before and managed to fill it right up. I was feeling awesome. I had to give myself a number of pep talks - after having merged two 5-minute talks into 1 the night before - to put the previous day behind me and to focus on this new day. It worked really well; the pep talks, I mean.

The day itself was magically warm - almost balmy. DC itself was stunning. It was kind of vast. It was clean. The street lights were actually street lights and not some imposter surveillance tech. There were no small cell towers that I saw. Everyone was chill. Really chill. Even the police. At least that was my impression.

The Kennedy Caucus Room was very majestic, as most of you likely saw from the photos I posted in a previous Substack. I walked in early and quickly found my spot. It was marked with a name tag.

To my glee (and surprise), my name tag was to the right of Senator Johnson - a very esteemed place to have a name tag indeed. I was sitting to the left of Kevin McKernan, my cat-loving science buddy, and across from such prolific people as Brian Hooker, Del Bigtree, Bret Weinstein, Rob Roos, Ed Dowd, Sabine Hazan and Robert Malone (sitting to the left of the Senator), just to name a few.

I delivered my written testimony second, after Robert Malone and Senator Johnson, and was proudly within the 5-6-minute mark. There was time for a few questions, and I answered Senator Johnson on what intussusception was, the current death signal in VAERS (37,216 - not including miscarriages), and IgG4 issues - the Immunoglobulin subclass that switches following multiple modified mRNA injections that indicates a shift in immune milieu to a tolerizing environment.

The entire event was a roaring ‘success’ from the vantage point of reach. And that’s so far.

Based on public reaction, I do believe the event was impactful.  The quality of your presentations are responsible for that fact. As of this morning, various video clips of the event have been viewed over 13 million times on line. The experience from previous events would indicate that number will increase as the clips continue to be shared. Sen. Ron Johnson

The highlight of this very short trip for me was walking into that room. It was a feeling of true sync. Right place, right time. Very powerful. It was, and is, a reminder for me to never be disappointed when things ‘don’t seem to be aligning’ ‘along the way’, because, they always are. It might not feel that way, but they are.

In the grand scheme of things, to all the people who are still negging (saying negative things to) the crew of people clawing and scratching our way to the right ears and the right eyes, that will hear and see at just that right moment to make real changes through policy, have some faith, will ya? And to the people who are negging with intention to ‘take down’, may I suggest you try a bigger picture point of view?

We NEED to work together. This is not about egos or money or fame or any other shit that might ‘appear’ ‘important’. The hubris of man is so great.

I started this article out by writing about how smaller time increments feel more accessible to me, and I think this has a lot to do with what’s happening to us as a species from a consciousness point of view. I am wading my way through uncharted waters - like everyone else - and am exceedingly aware of the newness. I am also proceeding without fear and with caution.

One more shout-out to Senator Ron Johnson, Lilly, Rob and Robert Malone for making these events happen.

Final note: If you read

Anandamide

‘s recent articles, you’ll understand that we’re literally facing an existential crisis here and it might be prudent to re-examine who our true opposition actually may be. It is important to identify primarily for verifiable and meritorious information sources, not for finger pointing.

To the war-mongers and their minions - desperately clinging to outdated notions of ‘victory’, and horrifically bastardized versions of what it means to grow - I say this:

If there’s a grain of conscience left in you, let it rule you now.