http://www.zippittydodah.com/2019/08/my-investments-and-all-my-treasures-are.html

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Dog Poet Transmitting.......

For several days now... there has been this palpable tension in the air. It's a thick as an Antifa Milkshake. I approach the keyboard to write a post and then step away. This has happened many times in the last 48 hours. I find myself making small comments at Pocketnet articles; all the while... there is this subdural noise; a metaphysical raven... tap tap tapping at my mental door. It's like the sound that delivery trucks make when they back up.

Meanwhile, I scan the billboards and traffic signs on the information highway. Trends are my thing. Trends tell me of the changes pending on the wide plane of manifest existence. I am not referring to the trends of manufactured and agenda driven disinfo. I'm talking about what appears in the viewfinder of an objective observer. My visceral input is generally 100% accurate. It's not detail oriented. It is more like the coming and going of atmospheres; like a cosmic weather report. There are all those metaphorical clouds moving across the sun, the wind coming up and the wind dying down; not to overlook the voices in the wind. There is rain and unobstructed sunlight. There are the phases of the moon, that esoteric guidance system of the subconscious, as well as the tides and the emotions. There is the quiet and the storm.