Author: Daniel Sullivan

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KODOKUSHI

That Spooky Feeling:

I should be happy, I guess.

We should be happy that Papa Blump avoided some greater conflict in the Persian Gulf. Of Course, the PETRO-DOLLAR is OVER, if any of this MoU peace shit is true. But let’s play pretend and imagine it is.

I’ve discussed this, others have as well. It goes back to the spooky times of late 2019, and the sense that the world was soon going to tip over, go sideways.

For the last several years SINCE THEN, it’s been as if we were in a holding pattern … nonsense masquerading as NEWS has filled the streams, as if to cover something up – this is what I’ve called BOBLIMPTOCK.

I’ve outlined the following since 2020:

  1. Some kind of event is being managed.
  2. The event has a probability window – but not a discrete ARRIVAL date. Sort of like the difference between making predictions about a meteor collision VS a volcanic eruption. A Fuzzy EVENT does not have a discrete and predictable arrival date. But Fuzzy Events do have windows of likelihood. The event they are managing is a fuzzy event, and the OPENING of the WINDOW began in 2020.
  3. The best case: they are managing the collapse of the dollar empire and general economic collapse. The biggest crack-up since the 14th Century. Anything that can go wrong WILL go wrong and TPTB can no longer manage the outcomes.
  4. The worst case: something so bad they would gaslight billions of people at a high level of psychological warfare with mainly TRAUMA BASED mind control being the flavor of the day. It’s hard to say, but the “IRAN WAR” might have been another test for one of these scenarios – RAPID GLOBAL PERMAFROST COLLAPSE. Sounds boring, but if we are in the process of going through this, then we are about to LURCH VIOLENTLY into a new climate equilibrium. The “lurch” will kill billions, the the equilibrium might not support human life.
  5. I expected the WINDOW or BOBLIMPTOCK to last about 5 years, which means “popping smoke” phase should have begun in 2024. When the Butler, PA, “assassination attempt” occurred, I believed popping smoke had begun. And they might have pulled the trigger, but the IRAN conflict would signify that they were off on their estimates.
  6. They simply need to manage the major human populations until “IT” arrives, whatever “IT” is. Many things can be classified as fuzzy events: economic collapse, clathrate gun, solar super flare, caldera eruption …

What if they are managing a fuzzy event, and it IS the worst case: but not rapid global permafrost collapse?

What if they broke the universe in 2009 at CERN?

What if ECHOES of this event have been reverberating, with varying levels of intensity, backwards in time. That people sensitive to their world FELT this coming years ago, perhaps decades ago?

I have a spooky feeling that the SECOND SHOE is about to drop, but there’s so much noise bouncing around the collective unconscious that it’s hard to be sure.

The Universe is Broken: https://www.fearandwine.com/post/mandela-effect-cern-lhc-reality-glitch

More exploding cows: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28584

Don’t eat the shellfish: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28581

MoU: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28575

Tick Season: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28571

UFC 250 SINGLE WIDE CELEBRATION: https://nypost.com/2026/06/17/media/joe-rogan-eviscerates-ufc-freedom-250-critics-by-telling-them-to-shut-the-f-k-up/

Dying alone in Japan: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28562

A lonely death: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28645

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A lonely death …

A lonely death
not best or worst
as cave snakes embark
and the park
where my body was dumped
is now empty

Spotted crane
leaving a stain
the membrane torn
by the scorn
and regret
a last pet
left at the vet
a note in the cage
"no rage, no sadness"
just stale
and a body melting
at the veil

Auto-deposit
zombie finances
aunt Sally's fruit cake
for the bake
holding out
months and YEARS
never fear
it's still fresh
with a cat feast
off the leash
and bones do all the rest

The smell is washed out
by Filipino hookers
workers and builders
sweat and blood
and piles of crud
cover up the stench
of the bench
and the body
it's so naughty
no one stops by

The cats are full
near the dried pool
vomit and blood
desiccated and dry
maggots and flies
bones yellow and old
covered in mold
the landlord stops by
"hey, you okay inside?"
but silence grips
pursed lips
"I'll come by another day"
that's what the landlord say 

A lonely death
split with fear
no one to remember
no one holds dear
empty clothes
forgotten friends
bitter ends smell sweet
one last treat
for the demon
with a cheer

Dump the body
some place nice
not on ice
not near a church
not under a birch or a pine
find the fine
wet sand
at the beach
under a log
so some coyote
or man
can find it there
in the sun
tomato paste fun
place a gun in the hand
I'll pay 100 grand