http://www.visibleorigami.com/2022/06/ectoplasmic-demon-masks-appear-in-space.html

People seem depressed these days. Everywhere you look you find a grimace or downcast mien (did I say that right? I hope so, heh heh). Then... I am hearing all kinds of Doom and Gloom, from “We're fucked.” to, well... everything else, as long as it's going down; “going down?” ”Well, I'm not going sideways. Thanks for asking.”

“No... I am not going down and you can't make me. I'm in the penthouse of God's Love so fine. So it goes... from my end of that spectrum that God uses as a plectrum. It sounds a lot like Om when he does that.

I wish I knew what to tell these people.

Maybe it is that bad, but... for some reason I can't see it, and I can't feel it, BUT... I sure can hear it. I imagine if I were in one of The Congested Zones, I would be able to smell it, though... I expect that all the Ketamine I took accounts for my loss of smell. I miss it sometimes; not the sense of smell, the Ketamine. I'd at least like to check in occasionally to see what... if anything... has changed.

I used to be able to step right out onto certain landings of the eternal stairway to Brahmaloka, and... check the view, take the pulse of the land from that point of reference, BUT... I kind of made an agreement that I don't remember making. It just showed up one day, where I stopped my usual 'playing with the elevator buttons', and... so it is, and has been for a time. Now I have to rely ALMOST exclusively on The Intuition. Maybe that's why it happened.