Archive for March, 2016

Day by Day

It is amazing what changes one’s thinking takes when one faces their own mortality.

Turns out the major problem I had was a case of aspergillus pneumonia. Turns out to be one of the most virulent fungal infections one can have. The medicine for it costs $4000/mo. Even with help, the co-pay would have been $758. Talk about Big Pharma and rape.

The hardest part is the fatigue. After weeks in the hospital, it is hard getting back into the swing of things, even just thinking clearly to write. For someone who is used to taking care of themselves, it is hard to get past not being able to take care of one’s self. It can make one feel very vulnerable, something I am not used to, and really try to avoid it again.

A piece of advice, if the slightest sign of mold in your household, do whatever you have to to get rid of it. Two weeks in ICU is my experience. I vaguely remember that period, I was so out of it.

I am in the process of trying to find a different, usable social network where I can continue to educate my friends, and bring out the truth, since Nazibook decided they HAD to have government issued, photo ID, wanting me to take credit for pissing someone off.

Many of us have decided to move to out of Iceland. They don’t, by law share any info with foreign governments, and their service encrypts your data before it even leaves your computer, and all the way back from their servers. For encrypted communications (email/voice/video conferencing) they have I would love to see as many of my FB friends migrate there, so we can communicate again and say what we really feel. Excuse my language, but fuck the NSA.

Another form of encrypted tech. that I have been using for communications is Team Viewer, again, encrypted From rig to rig, since it is P2P (peer-peer, no middle-man).

I miss communicating with all my Nazibook friends, and all the sources they have provided, not to mention all their friendship and comraderie.

That is all I have for now, but my mind is clearing up, and there is so much going on in the world, it is going to take me some time to bring myself (and you) up to date.

As the tag line for Suspicious Observers says, “Eyes open, no fear.” We are in the thick of a revolution, whether you like it, or even want to admit it or not. It began when the internet was released to the public as a “Revolution of Consciousness,” but now is moving into a revolution of Action. We have to stop the corporate United States, a foreign corporation, in an independent nation/state, and get back to the original Constitutional Republic we were supposed to have when it was designed. The Constitution is nothing more than a corporate charter to serve “We the People.” It is their corporate rules, and unless you claim to be a “citizen of the United States: (on forms, even filing a W-4 is fraud on your part, and also admitting to be a “United States citizen,” a government employee, subject to their laws, taxes, and under the jurisdiction of their legal system. I make no such claim. I am an American National, currently domiciling in Oregon. A private, living, breathing Human Being over which the federal government has no authority, unless I am on government property, which is a lot less than the want you to know. This is being proved in Nevada, Oregon, Utah.

And as a final thought, all of you freedom fighters, stop calling yourselves “Sovereign Citizens.” You cannot be both. A Sovereign makes the laws, and the “citizens” owe fealty to them, and must follow their laws and edicts. I owe fealty to no one. I make the rules for my life, and for most of it, I have lead more of a good Christian existence, (by the true meaning of his parables), than most of the Christians I know.

Keep in mind the idea of Natural Law (God’s, Creator’s/Universe, etc, what ever you call the higher power/intelligence), there are basically only three major tenets to follow: 1. Do no harm; 2.Allow no harm to be done; and 3; honor all of your lawful contractual promises. Stupidly simple. And the icing is habeus corpus (no victim, no crime). Look these things up and you will know I am not blowing smoke up your butt, but have actually researched these thing and have an HD full of documentation to back it up.

I am not asking any of you to take my word for it. I just want to put you on a track to find out for yourselves. It is the only way you will believe and own the truth.

Until next time, I wish you peace, Love, Prosperity and abundance.


The Blue Wizard


Too much time used

It is funny how three weeks in a hospital can change one’s normal cycles and rhythms. Here it is, 1 AM and I woke up and can’t seem to go back to sleep. This is a normal time for me to be searching or writing, but it feels strange.

It just seemed to take so long to heal. Two weeks in an ICU will make one go stir crazy, then another week after that. I kept insisting that I needed to be at home, where the real healing could take place. Don’t get me wrong, they saved my life, and I am grateful. Met some wonderful, caring people.

The whole situation was so very strange because, for most of my adult life, I have been a pretty self-sufficient kind of guy. All of a sudden, I am in a situation I have almost no control over, since I am usually just trying to sleep and heal It just took too much time, and I primarily focused on healing and balance. And people in and out of the room, drawing blood, checking vitals, asking questions. At times, I felt vulnerable, and for me, that is a new experience, having to rely on others to take care of me.

Here’s a fun one… why is it that someone will walk in and wake you out of a dead sleep you have fought for, and the first question out of their mouth is “So, how are you feeling?” I’m sorry, I was sleeping. Am I supposed to be monitoring my own condition all night? It’s hard enough just to find a comfortable position in a bed that is too small, even with the extender.

It is hard to find healing and balance in a hospital, especially a large one. Even in the most cheery places in it, it was a very oppressive environment. People seemed worried to death that I spent those 2 weeks in ICU. A lot of people who go in there don’t come out. Guess I’m just too damned stubborn for them.

I am not sure which one it is yet, but one of the meds they gave me seems to cloud my mind, makes it hard to focus. Until I get that straightened out,  I don’t expect to be writing much about important matters (unless they really piss me off.

So, of course the healing process is slow, and having to jump back into the medical system is not one of my favorites either. But I was right… coming home and being in my own space, eating real food,taking natural medicinal herbs and spices, all those things the alopathic medical community hates, because they can’t sell them as drugs for exorbitant prices.

Home is where one heals.


The Blue Wizard