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Why I Want to Tag Team With Cliff High and Kick Gaia.com's Ass.
In Cliff High's most recent vlog titled, Crocodile Cryptos and Pissin' in the Woo-Woo Pond, he invites James Corey (aka Corey Goode), David Wilcock and Jay Weidner to Washington State so he can safely dispense with their dignity in the form of a proper ass kicking and an Eff U. Corey, Wilcock, and Weidner are the three legs of the fastly becoming infamous Cosmic Disclosure psyop stool on Gaia.com as leaders in the woo-woo community levy the kibosh.
Washington A.C. (above California) is Cliff's venue of choice for a grudge match, not just because he lives here, but because it is a Personal Combat state (I didn't know that but it sounds exciting) so in order to be safe and fair, the first person who gets knocked down has to step back, and shut up. Pack up, go home and take down your shingle. You're retired. Case closed. No more bs from you.
No more hijacking a very important narrative on disclosure. No more aiding and abetting a traumatized pathological liar and patsy for the Blue Avian psyop who first came on the scene in the Project Avalon Forum and getting nowhere fast reached out to David Wilcock. Wilcock, being a less than critical thinker, jumped at the opportunity to promote himself on Goode's coattails so he approached Jay Weidner, the Production Director at Gaia.com and they're off and running with Cosmic Disclosure.
Pretty much every week with the exception of AMA (ask me anything) episodes, Wilcock interviews Goode (badly) about the latest “intel” regarding the disclosure movement. They mingle above top secret intel with a bunch of bullshit –as in policy making by intergalactic multidimensional beings working to keep the secret space program and its breakaway civilizations in line without tipping the scales of self-in-service-to-self karma out of balance. As for the rest of it, the advanced technology, the build up in Antarctica, the asteroid mining, the anti-gravitics etc., pretty much anything you could imagine spending trillions of dollars on to get off of earth - that stuff is documented truth.
Wilcock and Goode obscure the operative parts of veracity by running with the esoteric story line of this dude who calls himself RA. Supposedly yes, the RA from Egypt (aka Horus/Thoth), according to Goode, is a very large blue bird with two arms and two legs (the secret society mindkontrol kind of bluebird) with a golden-triangle-headed being as a cohort – no subtlety there with respect to illuminati symbolism. Apparently, the interdimensional RA and representatives of his social memory complex have returned to our solar system in gigantic cloaked spheres exponentially larger than even the great Jupiter in order to run interference for earthlings so we don't implode as our planet hurtles into a higher dimensional frequency.
Meanwhile, the real and documented truth is that the Nazi's never surrendered but rather conspired with the Vatican and the Royals and the Mob and the Mossad etc etc to divert trillions of dollars away from the US treasury and the Exchange Stabilization Fund into a secret space program running off of technology reaching back over a century to the days of Nikola Tesla et al.. Presently, the legacy of the 4th Reich is a marauding, human trafficking, psychopathic breakaway civilization/s embodying the same mentality as the slave masters of Abraham Lincoln's time – the only difference being that today these psycho's can secure their slave collateral with a chip; a chip on a credit card or or a chip under the skin – either way the slave is tagged and if it runs off into the woods no big deal, you'll get it back. We're living in a free range slave plantation. But don't worry. Corey Goode and the Blue Avians are here.
This is why the obfuscation is so bad. Its bad for the business of human evolution. More to the point, Goode and his handlers are now moving beyond the subtle pedo-predator secret society bluebird symbolism to a blatant and overt marketing effort targeting children with coloring books etc. and titled “Corey's Kids” . When Cliff says we all have mental health issues, I'm down with that but dude, Corey's issues are of a deeper, darker, more fractured pathology. David Wilcock is just stupid. Of those two plus Weidner, Goode is worst – inserting himself into children's minds now with his blue chicken introjects. Sick. It merits a more serious and less whimsical article - one going deep down the rabbit hole of secret societies and pedo-predators – but more on that later. I'll keep you posted – probably after I introduce myself.
So Cliff wants to kick those guys' asses and I want in. And, don't mess with Cliff man – dude is a shaman AND an Aikido master. Don't mess with that shit. Cliff High is badass. Don't let him get away with telling you he's an old fart – he'll try. I'm good with Cliff calling the disinfo agents out onto the carpet but, anybody who's tired of being psyoped – not just Cliff and me - should kick their cumulative asses over at Gaia.com. They've bastardized the very name of our planet's spirit.
Cliff is taking it personally not just because the obfuscation is screwing with his linguistic data sets – which means he has to put filters on, which means extra work. He's pissed because Corey's passing himself off as one of the dudes flying around in the ships you can see up in the sky at night with far infrared night vision goggles from Ed Grimesly. Personally, I'm pissed about that too, but I'm mostly pissed because Goode and Wilcock and Weidner are farming out more mindkontrol which the public doesn't have filters for which means more work for all of us and for which not everyone gets paid – only the therapists, journalists, and spooks in the ongoing creation and dismantling of traumatized psyches and lies linked to truth.
It's sad. I really did like Jay, and Wilcock there for a while .... Even though David is cocky and whiney and self-absorbed and certainly not a critical thinker etc. etc., I really did like his Source Code Investigations - it actually gave me a spiritual boost and I still have the hard copy. But, Corey's deal was a bit too lofty, ultimately: a fairy tale nested in the ever growing power of the individual on a societal level to suspend disbelief – very clever you psyopers – but not clever enough for the likes of Project Avalon and the Dark Journalist.
In all fairness to Cliff, he comes right out and says he want's no harm to come to anyone at gaia.com. And neither do I. However, I would be lying if I said I wouldn't enjoy a grudge match with Cliff against those three fools. Its an honorable way to settle differences and is not so much about violence as it is about martial art. Cliff isn't a malicious dude. He's actually got a good heart and does those guys a favor by letting on that he's picking up yellow flags in his predictive linguistics and that they prolly ought to change their wicked ways before Universe beats Cliff to the punch. The data sets are suggesting that the unholy threesome could be having an Aimee Semple McPherson moment, and soon.
Aimee Semple McPherson was an evangelist and media celebrity who used radio to embellish her weekly sermons at what was to become one of the first Megachurches in North America. In her day she was the most publicized Christian evangelist in Canada and the US and had celebrity status. She gave faith healing demonstrations at large crowds and garnered testimonies of tens of thousands of people healed. Wikipedia portrays her as an unfortunate victim of mendacious news coverage which “sensationalized her misfortunes with family and church members; ... turning her into a national spectacle". In my opinion, she reaped what she sowed.
One way or another, the same applies to gaia.com but maybe not in can of whoopass for three simple reasons:
1. James Corey is disabled and has PTSD and wouldn't stand a chance.
2. Even though Wilcock is totally able to get his ass kicked, and should know better, I'd bet all the Steem I make from this article that Wilcock would never show up.
3. Apparently Jay Weidner and Cliff are buds.
One can only dream. In my dream, the match goes like this: Cliff is the tank. He takes all the heat up front and wears em out, then I come in and clean up with three ass-level round house kicks - bam, bam, bam, like a whirling dervish. I don't see violence as a satisfying response to challenges or a way to accomplish much. But a kick in the ass can offer a great store of value so I consider it a donation. It depends on how you look at it. Besides, this gig could be very entertaining for everyone involved.
For example, a promotional event in California could be a fun way to enjoy some mild fall weather for a change, socialize a bit, make some money the old school analogue way.... cryptos can get boring when your're not trading and just dollar cost averaging in for the long haul.
But wait, the more I think about it.... in fact, lets not have the grudge match in WA or CA. Lets have it in Black Rock City, NV on Labor Day weekend at Thunderome! We wouldn't make any money on the front end b/c BM is a “gift economy” (not) but it would still be a blast and and since we couldn't afford Joe Rogan otherwise – maybe that way he'd agree to officiate – which I know first hand would be Cliff's main stipulation. Everyone would be much less likely to get really hurt (not) because Thunderdome is more of a playful venue (not). Full disclosure on the front end: my playa name is Playa Princess for a reason (high maintenance) but my karate is pretty good.
All in all I think it would be fun. And – since I know people on the inside at BM – we could get special amenities like access to showers, pee funnels and the buffet at Center Camp! We could rub fish poop (Black Rock City sits on a dry prehistoric lake bed with lots of piscean leftovers that make up the silty playa) dusted elbows with the one percent of the one percent. If we had the match at BM, we could meet some of the elite technocrats and financiers who run shit in person. Warning to Cliff : if we do this, remember who your partner is bro - Me, right? You dance with them whut brung ya! Can you hear it now? ….and teaming up in this corner we have Cliff “Yes-He-Is” High (applause, applause) and Playa “Zen Health” Princess (crickets) vs. Gaia.com and the Breakaway Cabal (hisses and boo's).
Realistically, tag teaming with Cliff this year at Thunderdome on Corey, David and Jay probably won't happen, (even though its an awesome idea) so I need to practice my Mahayana letting go meditation to help me transcend the devastating disappointment from this ever so likely-to-be-unmet need. As follows, I take a nice deep breath and close my eyes and begin to relax. As I think about relaxing, I begin thinking of the three little fishes at gaia.com pissing in the big woo-woo pond over by area 51 - eons ago when it was but a lake in the State of Nevada: Corey, Wilcock and Weidner, three little fishes pissing in the prehistoric lake – making their fertile contribution to the ever unfolding consciousness of universe and getting eaten up by karma in the process only to return again, cycle after cycle after cycle after cycle....
There may be some flotsam and jetsam as a result of the disclosure narrative hijacking, but the breakaway civilization is being revealed as we speak. That genie is not going back in to the bottle. Catherine Austin Fits will help us find out what they did with the money, one county at a time. The abductions will stop. The child sacrifices will stop. But what about the mindkontrol and entrainment tech? That's where the Zen comes in. With intuition and meditation we stay true to our own nature. That's when we really step into our sovereignty and transcend the bull shit. Let the Zen begin.
