Corrupted Souls & Sleeping Angels

indigoI’ve been thinking a lot about corruption lately. What causes a person to be corrupted? When you become a public school teacher you are required to complete training on how to deal with bullying in schools. It’s most common in junior high school because young people tend to follow the crowd at this age. Souls that are naive to the world will follow others to avoid confrontation. It’s easy to understand why they are compelled to do this. Sadly, the world is filled with angry people and I don’t blame them for wanting to avoid an altercation.

What makes someone follow the crowd as an adult? Again, people simply prefer to avoid confrontation. Some might argue that standing up for what is right is not in everyone’s DNA. These people simply are not willing to make that sacrifice for the greater good.  Interesting fact, in Germany, the most effective way of dealing with bullying is by reprimanding the group of kids that go along with the bully.

“Realize an awakened soul can still be corrupted, while a sleeping soul can be one hell of an angel.”

This quote got me thinking about the fact that a corrupted soul is indeed someone who is “awakened” in the new age sense, to the lies and deceit happening all around us unlike half of Americans who, for instance, believe the official story about 9/11. They’ve agreed to continue the corruption (or they’ve been coerced, programmed etc.) They’ve fallen into a trap, wether it be for money, power or out of desperation.

Let’s take the documentary Vaxxed as an example. The controversial movie is now on Amazon Prime VOD and although I should have bought it directly from the filmmakers, like with our film, (we are in the process of getting it on Amazon VOD) I’m hoping new people will discover it, or at least more people will watch it.

The film focuses on how a group of people within the CDC destroyed documents showing data on the connection between the MMR Vaccine and Autism rates. The incredible number of lies perpetuated around this subject is astounding. In fact when I googled ‘Autism facts’ the first thing that came up was, “Treatment can help, but this condition can’t be cured”. The author, Amy Lansky, who appeared in the film, Time is Art, cured her kids of autism using homeopathy after receiving vaccines.

According to the destroyed papers, Austism is directly related to the MMR vaccine. There are five other “scientists” who deny that a two year study even happened and that there were documents showing the data. These are technically five awakened people that know pharmaceutical companies are damaging millions of children and making billions from the MMR vaccine. A parent recently told me her insurance didn’t cover some reccomended vaccines and they were a whopping $1000 each!  Big Pharma is not required to pay for clinical trials. How is it possible that vaccine products aren’t studied or tested like all other pharmaceuticals? It’s absolutely outrageous and clearly a part of a much larger nefarious plan. But my question is, why are these people are not willing stand up with the CDD Whistleblower, Dr. William Thompson? Some people just do it for the money, maybe they aren’t in a stable financial situation and have kids. But if you have kids how could you hide data that proves they are being damaged by vaccines? How do these people sleep at night?

corruptionParents who have vaccine damaged kids, (one of my best friend’s son also got mercury poisoning from the MMR vaccine after she took antibiotics and they’ve been detoxifying him for years), understand that because they trusted the CDC and did not do their own research they essentially destroyed the chances of their child having a normal life. We do not vaccinate our young child, though we have considered vaccinating after she turns three. This “controversial” film actually recommends separating the MMR into single doses and waiting until your child is three.

There’s absolutely no way I would take away my child’s ability to walk and talk. What I didn’t realize until I saw the documentary is how ridiculous the notion is that children are born with Autism. Every damaged child was normal, laughing, walking and talking like most 1 year olds, that is until the day they got their shots (which might have totaled 8 in one day). The children regressed, loss all of their vocabulary and had gastrointestinal issues.

Vaxxed was supposed to premiere at Tribeca Film Festival but was censored.

“De Niro, the father of an autistic child and co-founder of the Tribeca film festival, is standing by the decision to premiere Vaxxed: from Cover-Up to Catastrophe, which has been directed by the controversial Andrew Wakefield. To the dismay of a number of doctors, health campaigners and filmmakers, De Niro conceded it was not usual for him to be so directly involved with programming the festival. But he said the issue was “very personal to me and my family”. – The Guardian

I love the words the mainstream media uses, “A disgraced former British surgeon’s new documentary about the discredited link” – all completely untrue if you see the data from the CDC and listen to the doctor who put is career and life on the line for his patients.

I’m sure many people who read this article will think I’m the corrupted one. It is hard to believe Big Pharma cares more about making money from their 3 shots in one MMR program rather then the lives of families and children. The film simply recommends they separate the shots out because that’s too much mercury (and everything else that is in vaccines) for most babies. Or how about just removing the mercury? Until it happens to you or your loved ones (I have three close friends with vaccine damaged children) you probably will go on trusting the CDC. Clearly this applies to De Niro, too whose son has severe Austism.

When you live in New York City, you meet a lot of people. Recently I met the Tribeca Film Festival’s top fundraiser who had recently quit and was working for the non-profit I received professional development in teaching. She was privy to their financial documents which she said “breaks every law in the book”. Its a part 501c3 non profit and a for profit business. On top of that, she said one of the few female documentary directors, pushed out two women of color for a coveted position with the film festival/institute in a nasty power move. She was totally disgusted with the organization and finally quit.

There are millions of corrupted awakened souls in the world. Over half of the world must have at least at one point in their life seen or been a part of corruption. How many look the other way? If you work in the government, that might be more like 75%, if you work on Wall Street, more like 100%.

Sleeping angels are everywhere too. These kind and empathetic people volunteer to help the elderly, teach in public schools, organize tree workshops on their street, help the less fortunate and do many other selfless acts but don’t know a single thing about 9/11, reincarnation, disclosure or spirituality. I’d bet at some point in their life they’ll connect the dots (maybe after watching, Time is Art!)


Weight of the World: The Empath’s Guide to Self-Care



by Jackie Edwards

Approximately one fifth of the people on Earth are considered highly sensitive, and of this fraction, one tenth of highly sensitive people are actually empaths. Empaths are incredibly perceptive and feel emotions very strongly, whether they are their own feelings, or the feelings of others. This can make it especially difficult for empaths to care for themselves, because they can’t always identify their own emotions, and they often bear the emotional burden of many people’s problems and struggles. It’s important for empaths to use their emotional intelligence to care for themselves sometimes, and not just use their energy on other people, as is their instinct. Empaths aren’t always able to take care of themselves, so here are some steps for empaths to make sure they don’t burn out or hurt themselves, especially when helping others.

Setting Boundaries

Setting boundaries is incredibly important for empaths because they can’t always rely on rationality to take over when they’re in a situation led by emotion. If you’re an empath, or are even just highly sensitive and struggling to cope, it’s critical that you spend some time alone thinking through potential emotional encounters and visualizing how you want to react. If the situation ever arises, stick to your idealized reaction. Not only will it help you, but your calm rationality will help soothe whomever it is you’re trying to support. To help the most people possible, empaths must work to ensure emotional survival.

Being Honest

It is also a good idea for empaths to be honest with themselves about their limitations. Trying to push past what one’s natural skills will allow can traumatize an empath. Every time you experience discomfort when empathizing, make sure you take note and take time to reflect on it later. Letting go of the feelings of responsibility is difficult for an empath, but it can free your mind and lift weight you didn’t know you were carrying off your shoulders. Accepting that there is a point at which you can no longer help and have to surrender to the universe can be anxiety provoking for someone who wants to help the whole world, but it is so necessary.



Staying Connected

One final piece of advice is fairly intuitive, but empaths won’t always seek out support, so it is good to mention. Find and invest in a network of other empath friends. Spending time with people who experience the same difficulties as you can be refreshing and validating for tired empaths. Being with other people who have the same instinct to help can make you feel cared for reciprocally in a way empaths aren’t always used to feeling.

Being a highly sensitive person is an incredible gift, but it can place an enormous weight on one’s shoulders. Ensuring that you are cared for and connected to people who understand your struggles is vital to the responsibility that comes with being an empath. Taking care of yourself first and foremost is important not only for your own sake, but to make sure you’re happy and healthy enough to keep sharing your gift with the world.

Time is Art When Time Moves Slowly

by Jennifer Palmer via Medium

Summer. During a string of lazy, discombobulated days, when I find myself melancholy and alone in my apartment in the afternoon, either procrastinating or in between tasks or just plain not doing anything — I practice discerning a type of time that’s far beyond the billions of little details and distractions of everyday life. This epic, slow time fills up the background like a glacier moving between two mountains. I turn the music off and listen to the hard-working hums of the refrigerator and A/C, and beyond that the cars passing on the street, (each one making a click-CLACK as they hit that weird little bump in the asphalt).

As I sink deeper into stillness, I focus my listening further and further out…to the birds chirping and the fainter swish of passing cars on the intersection a few blocks away, all the way out to the hum and occasional belching bass of trucks on the highway overpass about a mile past that. Once I’m there, if I can stay focused and wait, I eventually hear the bell at the distant train crossing. It goes on and on, as though calling from another century with a warning at once plain and urgent. I picture myself standing at that crossing, smoking a mapacho as the last train car passes with a loud clatter and the bell suddenly stops, its absence abruptly filling the intersection with space, like a film strip snapping off mid-frame. The highway drones on above me, a constant exhalation of commuters and commerce, with each shiny little box adding to the unbearable heat that presses down from the sky like an invisible mountain. The massive green painted metal girders of the overpass form a secret language in silhouette against the hazy sunlight being filtered through smears of pink and purple toxins.

Meanwhile, the click-clack of cars in front of my apartment quickens to the beat of a racing heart as I realize that whole weeks — maybe even months — have gone by in which I’ve never stopped to listen hard enough to hear that train bell. Is it because I’m so busy? With what? Staring at my phone? Scribbling in my Moleskine? Scrolling through the NetFlix menu?

Of course it’s possible to go even further. Past the train crossing and its bell, past more highways dotted with shopping malls and billboards and airports…further still past the glowing factories and the bright green slopes of the landfills, until I can hear the vibrating bell shape of the atmosphere itself as time moves across the earth in huge bands encompassing whole eras. I fall through the seemingly bottomless chasm of mountain and canyon time. My thoughts are spread out in dark pink layers of rock. Everything I’ve ever done and ever will do is the tiniest pebble being gently filed into smoothness. Meanwhile, far up above there’s the thunder of a military jet breaking the sound barrier. In contrast to being embedded in the earth down here, time moves fast for this silver ghost, forever zig-zagging towards wars and the dissolution of entire ways of life. The Angel of History herself hovers in front of a technology that’s able to erase millions of stories in seconds. My seemingly infinite existence is written into the details of a flight map outlined in white chalk against the blue sky.

Up and down…fast and slow…I can feel the vibration of the warp strings through which our lives are woven humming like a gently plucked bass. Night and day breathing in and out, over and over on time lapse film… As I go deeper, I eventually experience a blurring of the boundary between inside and outside. It’s at once jarring, lovely and confusing. I think of my life and the people I love and lost. The connections fold into a larger story in which the sharp points of the feelings no longer matter. Are they really gone — or are they merely embedded and smoothed out in time? I find myself clinging to the silly fierceness of those tiny moments, scribbling them down before I forget the way I always do. It feels important. But for what? For whom?

We do years at the office, we do years waiting in traffic…the days are slow, and the weeks fly by. All the while I’m in this dark corner, the carpet patterned with vacuum trails. I’ve been here forever, staring at my phone, trying to locate a text from someone who broke my heart, my fingers tracing the track of what felt like a never-ending storm, but turned out to be only one tiny swirl of a much larger story.
I look down as my open notebook decays back into pulpy pre-soil. The ink turns into large purple welts as someone out on the outer edge of my time band is given their daily beating.

Jennifer Palmer aka @True aka Matrix Dropout is a writer exploring a new era in which #TimeisArt. We explore synchronicity through her writings and her eyes in the film, Time is Art.