It would be great. If all the middle class stopped working. No more trucking. No more gas. No more public transportation . Idk how to do it. I mean you need hospitals. You need the police and fire department. It is unfair to put those people to work as the others protest. But for this to happen we have to come together as one. With a common goal. Bring down the unjust and the greed. Stick it to the big corporations and corrupt govt. But we need to come together. But the elite makes sure we are divided by news reports and social media . Why all the fights. Red vs blue. The race cards. The sex cards. They divide us everyday so we don't unit. Why you think John Lennon was dangerous. He had a following and a message of peace. And imagine no countries. No religion no politics. People were listening. So the fbl put a watch on him. Same with MLK JFK and others. We have to come together. Even though we may not relate. We need that common thread though. Have you had enough yet ? Are you willing to sacrifice. Or are you happy with the narrative " well I got mine so fuck the rest but I'll give to charity". How is that working for you as you still prove your point to your family that blue is better than red. We need to march again. We need to stop working and flood D.C streets. With millions of people. Make them hear us. By taking away their slaves. Cause I hate to inform you as you sleep. You are a slave. You have no freedoms. It's a smoke and mirror show. We got people's attention by Stromming area 51 a few years back. We need to do that shit again. But on a bigger scale and a better target. Leave the fucking aliens alone. Let's go for the humans. Or maybe this shit doesn't matter and we will float into the sky August 12th. As the 3,000 billionaries are in their bunkers. Yeah. Go ahead and mock me. It's expected and no surprise. I guess you are still asleep and have your cell phone and your candy crush and fortnight and PlayStation. Yeah. Enjoy your freedom. And don't bitch when you hear news reports of Epstein and his files or P. Diddys parties. Don't you dare go. Oh that's sad and sick and demented. And go back to your Xbox and sleep 😴😴💯

My heart rate was pushing the high 90s while I was lying down doing nothing. No running. No stress. Just my body doing its thing. Old me would’ve spiraled: Why is this happening? What’s wrong with me? Is this it? But I’ve learned something lately. Instead of fighting the feeling, I used a simple tool: 10 pulses per second. Isochronic tone. Sounds like a little helicopter in your ears. I put it on. Closed my eyes. Breathed in for 4 seconds… out for 6. Two or three minutes later… Heart rate: 74. Back in the normal range. Nothing mystical. No miracles. Just sound, breath, and awareness. Sometimes we don’t need a big solution. We just need a small reset. That’s part of The Human Thread among us all. Not every feeling is a command. Not every spike is danger. Sometimes it’s just a thread passing through. Sound + breath = reset. Simple tools. Real results. Moments of hope. That start of as a snowball and becomes the base of your own snowman. Love peace and harmony. 💚💪💯

Today I noticed something strange. I felt calm. But I also felt tight. Not anxious. Not panicking. Just… wound up inside for no clear reason. And then it hit me. This is what it feels like when your nervous system is learning a new default. For a long time, my body lived on alert. Noise. Stress. Chaos. Reacting. Fixing. Bracing. That felt normal. Now things are quieter. And my body doesn’t quite trust that yet. So it keeps a little tension… “just in case.” It’s not danger. It’s leftover readiness. And I’m slowly teaching it. “We don’t need that anymore.” This part of healing isn’t talked about much. You don’t suddenly feel amazing. You feel… weird . And weird is progress. Sometimes the sign you’re getting better is not feeling bad, but not knowing what to do with feeling okay. Stay strong. I know I am. 💪💚💯

Lately I’ve been learning something strange. I’m learning what different heart rates feel like. 60 feels one way. 80 feels another. 110 feels another. Not in a panic way. In a curiosity way. I’m rebuilding trust with my own body. For years I didn’t listen to it. Now I’m mapping it. I’m realizing most of what scared me wasn’t danger — it was surprise. My expectations were wrong, not my body. That’s a powerful thing to realize. I’m not trying to control my body anymore. I’m trying to understand it. And understanding brings calm. 💚

Today I felt the surge again. The kind that rises fast inside your chest. The kind that used to control my reactions. Noise. People. Chaos in a small space. Voices getting louder. Emotions rising. I felt it all. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I’ve seen this all before. They wanted my response. That never came. I stood there, breathed, spoke calmly, and waited for the room to settle. That’s new for me. Not that I never felt this surge before. I just handled it differently this time. Instead of being the peacekeeper. Or the voice of reason. I let them figure it out and protected my energy. Today I went through it without becoming it. And that’s growth you can’t fake. You don’t stop feeling things. You just stop letting them drive the car. And that’s what I did. I won’t lie. It was the same result inside my body. I just know from the work I’ve been doing — this will all pass in time. I didn’t react how I used to and run into depression saying “WHY ME!!” Instead, I’m learning — this is me. And I got this. Peace, love, and harmony. 💚💯