Paying to Live on Earth? And Other Musings

Warning: This episode contains strong language and adult themes, reflecting my authentic storytelling style.

Please note full TRIGGER WARNING on this one. 

Just a heads up: I’m mostly reading other people’s words today.

In this episode, I start with some powerful words about how humans should not have to pay anything simply to exist on this Earth.

Also, an article by an independent journalist that absolutely nails how I’m feeling—and how many others are feeling—about something being deeply wrong with the world. Something dark is here, and it isn’t leaving.

I close with something simple and poignant for you to recite to yourself. Choosing faith over fear. Thriving over surviving.

Please note: When I say “I activate my 12 sovereign powers” in this episode, I’m talking about these: the power to say no, to choose my focus, to name what’s wrong, to feel what I feel, to protect my nervous system, to speak in my own language, to create outside their scripts, to withdraw my consent, to belong differently, to hold faith in the dark, to live by my own metrics, and to be human, not a product.

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Transcript

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Well hello you gloriously sparkly humans My plucky little plums How are you? Good. Uh you know what? I've discovered guava as my favorite kombucha. I don't know, I just I just thought I'd share that. Where are you? Well, you're in podcast land currently listening to Me Time Musings and I'm Jess. And I'm really fucking happy that you're here. Oh man. Lord have mercy. I've got a doozy of an episode for you today. We ain't doing fluff. In fact, this shit's fucked up. I'd say about 90% no fluff and ten percent fluff. I mean, I can't not have some fluff. Right? Um, trigger warning on this episode 100%. If you hear that word and you're like, I'm out, I totally understand. You take care of you, alright, Bastias. Let's fucking get into it. Let's get a let's go. We're starting out with something that I do not know who to give a credit to. These are not my words. In fact, most everything today are not my words. I will be reading a lot today. I foresee at least one water break to wet the whistle. I don't know, we'll see how it goes. Okay. The first pocket of truth coming your way goes a little something like this. Buckle up. It's good. Who gave them the right to charge us for water and land they didn't create? We should not be paying anything for our existence on this earth. Let that sink in. Let that scrape against everything that you've been taught because the most insane idea humanity ever normalized is that you owe money simply for being alive. You were born here without consent, on a planet you did not create, under a sky that no government ever hung, breathing air that no corporation manufactured. And somehow you start life already in debt. That's not normal. That's not moral. That is not even sane. Explain to me how land became owned. Explain how water became a bill. Explain how shelter became rent, movement became a license, and rest became something you have to earn after selling most of your waking hours. They didn't just monetize labor, they monetized survival. And the moment survival has a price tag, freedom is gone. Because if you must comply to be allowed to live, that is not choice. That is coercion, wearing a suit and calling itself civilization. And don't insult people by calling this just how the world works. That phrase is the psychological gag they stuff in your mouth before they tighten the leash. Miss enough payments and watch how fast the mass drops. They don't just take your house, they don't just shut off your utilities, they take your mobility, they take your dignity, they cage your body all because you failed to keep up with the subscription fee for being alive. That's not order. That is a threat backed by force. Work itself is not the enemy. Contribution is natural. Humans have always built, always grown, always created, and always shared. What is evil is when contribution stops being voluntary and becomes a condition for survival. What is evil is when fear of hunger, homelessness, and medical neglect is used as the whip. And that fear is not accidental. It's engineered. It keeps you obedient, tired, and arguing with your neighbor instead of questioning the system that's draining you dry. No moral system, none, can justify charging human beings for access to the earth they were born on. If a system requires you to earn the right to exist, then that system is illegitimate at its core. And if hearing this makes you uncomfortable, good. That discomfort is the sound of a lie cracking. You're not lazy for questioning this, you're not crazy for feeling it's wrong. You're dangerous because you're starting to realize the truth. You were never meant to pay for your own existence. Okay. From The Wise Wolf. I've read an article from him before. That would be the episode called Dark Forces. Um, but this one today just hit a nerve. Because what he's talking about is exactly what I've been feeling and many others. He fucking nailed it. He's absolutely worth a check on Substack if you're interested. Uh, okay, so his article is titled, uh, Okay, am I the only one who thinks we got invaded by demons? There, I said it. With all this freak show against nature stuff happening, it's pretty clear something major is wrong with the world. You cannot deny the math. Greed plus technology plus woke equals demons. My good friend from Japan, a professional cosplay model, messaged me yesterday with, hey, I'm in the USA, followed by approximately nine emoji. She and her roommate had just landed in San Francisco for the weekend because apparently when your roommate's father is a high ranking yakuza, you can just decide on a Thursday to fly to America for fun, the way normal people decide to go to Appleby's. We're going to San Fran, she told me, like this was exciting news and not a sentence that made my blood pressure spike. Because the last time I was in San Francisco was about five years ago, and I am never going back. I was there for my moderately successful thank you, true occult crime podcast, and I made the mistake of trying to get footage near Bohemian Grove, which for those of you who somehow missed this part of American history is the place where our nation's wealthiest and most powerful men gather once a year to burn a straw effigy. I am being extremely generous with the word effigy. And the people who have been inside say what's actually being sacrificed is not straw and is not an adult. This is at the foot of a giant owl statue in a ceremony that can best be described as a gay, orgy chaos magic ritual with a guest list that reads like a Forbes 500 mixer crossed with something that would get you arrested in 49 states. The grove is right outside of San Francisco. I know this because I tried to get there. I didn't make it within three miles before camera drones materialized overhead, and a jeep showed up carrying two men who were roughly the size and emotional warmth of commercial refrigerators. They suggested I turn around. I turned around. I am many things, but stupid about men in Jeeps is not one of them. That night at my hotel room I narrowly avoided being kidnapped, long story, and had to jump out of a second story window and hide in the bushes until morning, which I realize sounds like the plot of a Jason Bourne movie, except in this version. Jason Bourne is a podcast host from upstate New York, crouching behind a shrub in his underwear, praying that nobody checks the landscaping. The next morning I'm speedwalking to the Amtrak station to get out of that city, and I have half a dozen people following me on the sidewalk chanting Azazel is God now, which is not something you want to hear at 7 AM or frankly any at any time. While a random homeless man with a guitar serenades me with a song, composed apparently on the spot about how I am going to be raped by Satan. I did not request this song. There was no tip jar. I would not have contributed to one. I got on the train and I haven't been back since. And I will not be going back. And if you offered me a million dollars to go back, I would negotiate for two million and then still not go. So when my friend texted me from San Francisco with nine happy emoji, I told her to buy a can of mace and text me every few hours. She agreed. That was over twenty four hours ago. We normally talk all day every day. I have not heard from her. I am worried about this, but it is not the main point of this article. The main point of this article is that I think we got invaded by demons, and I'm going to need you to hear me out. I think the invasion happened either when CERN fired up the large Hadron Collider, a machine built specifically to smash the fundamental building blocks of reality into each other at the speed of light, which seems like exactly the kind of thing that wouldn't accidentally rip a hole in the fabric of the universe, but apparently we should not be so sure. Or possibly earlier, in nineteen forty-six, when Jack Parsons and L. Ron Hubbard decided to try something called the Babylon Working. Jack Parsons co-founded the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, actual rocket scientist, actual genius, also an actual practitioner of the occult, who performed sex rituals in his living room, which is a combination of hobbies that I think we can all agree is unusual. L. Ron Hubbard was a mediocre science fiction writer who would later go on to invent Scientology, which tells you everything you need to know about his decision making skills. Together, using a gay sex ritual designed by Alistair Crawley, a man whose entire life was essentially one long red flag, they attempted to tear open a portal to hell so that the whore of Babylon could physically incarnate on earth because occultists are without exception absolutely and catastrophically terrible at thinking things through. Whether or not they succeeded is a matter of debate. Whether or not something went sideways around that time is in my opinion not really debatable anymore. Look at the last 30 years. Actually, don't, it's it's too depressing. Okay, look at look at it a little bit. Marriage has become a legal formality that half the population treats like a gym membership they intend to cancel in February. Children are taking hormones before they're old enough to understand what hormones do. And if you question whether a nine-year-old should be making permanent biological decisions during the same developmental window when they also believe in the tooth fairy, you're a bigot. Because apparently the only adults not allowed to have an opinion about children are the ones who think children should not be making irreversible medical decisions while they still have a bedtime. The government is a revolving door of grifters who serve two masters, their bank accounts, and whichever intelligence service is holding the videos of them having sex with children. Massad did not build the most sophisticated blackmail operation in human history because they enjoy photography as a hobby. They built it because it works. Epstein didn't run a Caribbean sex island for teenagers as a solo project. That was an intelligence operation and the client list is the leash that controls Washington, which might explain why Washington acts the way it does, which is to say completely and totally insane. And if you need evidence that something genuinely demonic is steering this ship, consider what we're building. Not accidentally, not as a side effect, on purpose. Hopium Slayer, who is one of the funniest and most alarming writers on Substack, laid it out yesterday, and I want to amplify a few of his points because when you line them up next to each other, they stop looking like random bad ideas and start looking like a blueprint for replacing everything God made with a cheap, controllable knockoff. They are building sex robots, not theoretically, not as a concept, as a consumer product, humanoid machines designed to simulate intimacy so that actual humans never have to go through the terrifying ordeal of being emotionally vulnerable with another actual human. Think about that for a second. God made man and woman to need each other, to be incomplete alone, to have to learn patience and sacrifice and vulnerability and all the other stuff that makes a marriage hard and also the only thing that actually works. And some freak show nerd in a Silicon Valley lab looked at that design and said, I can replace that with silicone and a Bluetooth connection. A society that starts manufacturing synthetic people has already declared war on the real ones. That is not technology. That is a demonic counterfeit of human love, and it's going to be available on Amazon with free prime shipping. Then there's the biometric ID push. Tagging human beings with digital identifiers for school, banking, travel, and internet access. You do not tag human beings like livestock and call it progress. You tag livestock like livestock. When you start doing it to people, you have stopped seeing them as people, and that is exactly how demons see us. Every time they say safety, they mean control. Every time they say efficiency, they mean fewer rights. Every time they say trust the system, you should check your wallet, your blood, and your children. And the cashless economy, where your ability to eat, travel, or speak depends entirely on your obedience to a digital leash. Read Revelation thirteen, seventeen. No one could buy or sell unless he had the mark. We used to think that was a metaphor. It's a product roadmap. Hopium Slayer says we're auctioning off our future. I think we already did. The question is who bought it? And when you look at the pattern, when you see human intimacy being replaced with machines, and human identity being replaced with barcodes, and human freedom being replaced with programmable money that can be shut off if you say the wrong thing. You're not looking at bad policy. You're looking at an inversion, a deliberate, systematic inversion of everything that was designed to make human life human. And inversions are what demons do. That's the whole game. Take what God made and flip it upside down and sell it back to you as progress. I've seen things. Not glowing lights in the sky, although I've seen those two, and they're honestly the least interesting category of weird I've encountered, which really tells you something about my life. What I'm talking about is something that can only be described as biblical, and not the nice parts of the Bible, not the psalms, not the beatitudes, not the part where Jesus feeds every everybody fish. The other parts. The parts with the entities that are not supposed to be here doing things that are not supposed to be possible in places where they have no business being. I can't get specific, not because I don't trust you, because talking about it in detail does something to my ability to sleep at night, and because what I saw is so far outside of what anyone considers normal that describing it makes me sound like the exact type of person I have spent my entire career distinguishing myself from. I am not a guy on a street corner with a cardboard sign. I'm a journalist who has published thousands of articles, some of them in scopus-indexed academic journals, which I mention not to brag, but to establish that I am not, clinically speaking, a lunatic. And I am telling you, with all of that behind me, something is here on earth among us. And it is not friendly, and it is not leaving. People cling. To their heroes because they gave up believing in God and needed something to fill the hole. They worship Trump, who hung out with a pedophile child sex trafficker for 20 years, but sure he's the savior. They worship Elon, who employs nineteen year olds named Big Balls at the Department of Homeland Security, but sure he's the genius who'll fix everything. They worship influencers with lip filler and ring lights and nothing whatsoever behind their eyes. And I can't get the average Republican to understand the Trump thing. And I can't get the average Democrat to acknowledge that Biden's son's laptop contained photographs that would put any normal person in federal prison because nobody wants to see. Everyone wants to scroll. Everyone wants the next dopamine hit. Everyone wants the water skiing squirrel. The squirrel is not going to save you. Neither is Trump, neither is Elon, neither is Biden or Obama or some celebrity douchebag. The only thing that has ever fought what's moving through this world is the thing the modern world has been systematically trained to laugh at, which is genuine faith in something bigger than yourself that isn't a politician, a tech billionaire, or a silicone robot that whispers sweet nothings into your ear while it harvests your biometric data for a company in Shenzhen. Start believing in something real before the fake stuff finishes replacing everything you love, because it's almost done. And the guys chanting on the sidewalk in San Francisco, they already know it is. Okay. I want to end on something positive and powerful. Something you can say to yourself daily. And I would say recite this to yourself in the mirror. I renounce the spirit of hiding and the identity of a victim. I officially step into my office of 2026 authority. I activate my twelve sovereign powers right now. I am a owner, a leader, an architect of the new earth. I am a magnet for kingdom resources and destiny connectors. I command my health to be restored and my youth to be renewed. I am the head, not the tail. I am the source of my reality. I am unplugged from fear, I am plugged into power. It is signed, it is sealed, it is done. No longer a survivor, I am a sovereign. Okay, I think we're there. I am going to ground and protect. I stand in light. I speak only truth. I'm untouchable in the name of what is real. Till next time.