The Jet Fuel Hustle

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

This episode is late because girl is injured. If I don’t laugh about it, I’ll cry. So I’m laughing… mostly. The struggle is real.

I get into a handful of things that make me want to walk out my front door, find the most remote corner of this world, and hunker down with the trees:

• Mass surveillance systems, a.k.a. data centers.
• Your gas is being watered down. Paying more for less feels like the theme of…everything.
• Glyphosate. Let’s just spray it on everything, yeah? Protected lands aren’t even protected from extremely toxic chemicals, especially considering the makers of said product now have some ridiculous immunity from liability.

Lastly, I’m serving up “jet fuel is a hoax” as the main course.

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Transcript

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What up, homies? My brilliant besties. How you do? How you is? How's life, Terenia? Like the king or queen that you are Bespi. Welcome to Me Time Mutames. I'm Jess. Let's see here. Uh how am I doing? I'm alright. I'm treading a fine line, I would say. So first things first, my sincere apologies for being a bit inconsistent with episode drop dates. I was finding a a new rhythm with it all, and then I injured myself. Let's rewind the tape, should we? I had what I thought was a fantastic idea, and that was to get back into running. I bought new running shoes. I was going really slow with it, but my body was like, nah, girl, no, you didn't. It completely revolted against what I would call light jogging a six or seven-year-old could do. So I went for a run, a short run, last week. And the second I finished that run, I was like, oh, yeah, we have a problem here. I ended up in urgent care several days later. No breaks and no fractures from what could be seen on an x-ray, but I have a little bit of swelling. Um, I think mainly inflammation from the diagnosis that they did give, which was that I have a stress reaction happening. So that's just like one step before a stress fracture. It's kind of around the knee area, but the knee is totally fine. Um, anyways, I might have to have an MRI. Just because x-rays don't show really granular things. Um, so we'll see. But I'm doing everything I can to make it better. Like I'm throwing some cha-ching at uh at it with uh different modalities um to try and speed up this healing. Uh, and I gotta tell ya, I think running is officially off the table for physical activity. Because fuck this shit. I ain't doing this again. At least that's my thought process for right now. I think for the summer I'm going to replace running with biking. Anyways, uh, life is life and the struggle is real. Like legit. I'm battling what I would call low-level depression right now. I'm just struggling with having negative self-talk and negative thought patterns. I'm very much trying to give myself grace and to be kind. Uh I feel like I did this to myself, and that's just a really not great feeling to have. Um, I feel as though I took my body that was doing really well, like just in a really good place overall, and I didn't honor that or protect that. That's how I'm that's just how I'm feeling. Um, I'm not necessarily saying that that's the reality, it's just uh I'm kind of beating myself up a little bit around jumping back into running. So, yeah. Uh, and you know, I would say ultimately this is affecting my ability to muse it up with my besties in podcast land on a consistent, reliable schedule. I had to skip a week and I was not happy about it. But you know what? Don't don't you worry, your pretty little face. Don't do it. I will get my shit together. I am going to heal once again, hopefully soon, uh, or sooner rather than later. And you know, mucho appreciato for your understanding. All right. Moving on. Here's the here's the Dilio. I have I have moments, even days, where I think shit is fucking good. And then I realize I know too much about the state of affairs around the world, and I just want to walk out my front door and just keep walking. It's the forced gump effect. You know, he starts running and doesn't stop for three years. I would say this is more of a walk, fast walk situation to find a remote chunk of this earth and hunker down with the trees. That is the objective. You know, I'm I'm watching these mass surveillance centers, which are being disguised and masqueraded as data centers, and they're popping up all around the United States of well, Israel. And I'm watching it like everybody else, right? The push to get 3,000 plus surveillance centers up and running. I mean, you can't have a one-world totalitarian digital everything AI system without these monstrosities that are hurting people. They're hurting animals. They are hurting the earth in what I would call horrific and abhorrent ways. You know, brown water coming out of all of the pipes in a home. Totally and completely toxic and unsafe. People not able to sleep because of the noise and the lights. These buildings emit toxic frequencies. And some you can hear, and some you cannot. People reporting feeling nauseousness, headaches, you name it. Kids being profoundly affected, animals not acting normal, feeling well, chickens not laying as many eggs. The list goes on and on. I would say, from my perspective, these fake data centers are straight pollution and disease creators and perpetuators. They are monstrosities that represent nothing but sinister sadistic control by some bitch ass parasitic ass clones. And just like these parasites that believe they have the right to ownership of Earth and people, these centers suck the beauty and light and life from everything around them and everything they touch. It's hard to wrap your head around a 62-mile mass surveillance fake data center in Utah. Just think of how far 62 miles is. It's hard to fathom a building that big. So it will be 15% ethanol now, which basically just translates to your car is less efficient, you burn through gas a lot faster, you are paying more for less. It also fucks up your car. I don't know if you know that, but it does. And then there's the extremely profoundly toxic glyphosate that is being sprayed on everything. And it appears now that it's being sprayed in protected regions. For what reason do you think that would be? Doesn't make a whole lot of sense, right? We know this is happening because people are testing the water in these protector regions, you know, in the water runoff, and glyphosate is popping up all over the place in the results. You know what though? Here's what I'm gonna tell you. I am not going to let these motherfuckers affect my mood. They can fuck all the way off. I'm I'm a happy, joy-filled warrior. Even though it may not seem like it sometimes, but I am. It's kind of like you do you for now. You greedy, disgusting, parasitic douchebags. They're narratives, they're bullshit, it's crumbling. It's as clear as day without chemtrails. Alright. Let's fucking get into it. Let's get it, let's go. What are we talking about today? Well, the narrative, the story, if you will, that we've all been force fed around how planes actually fly. And you know, I can't go an episode without saying the following use your own discernment always. All right, so here's the deal Planes need fuel to take off and to land. But from what I know, they ain't using fuel when they up in the sky. Let's unpack this, shall we? So jet fuel out, energy source in. We live in a spiritual, energetic realm where energy is abundant and harnessed from the ether to power everything. A typical Boeing 747 carries sixty-four thousand gallons or two hundred and forty-two, thousand liters of fuel. That's a metric shit ton. Like a 193 metric shit tons to be exact. But where does all that go, right? Because when you look at the actual container that would hold that much fuel, there's absolutely no way an airplane can hold that. They say that it goes primarily in the wings. And I'm telling you, this is a motherfucker what? Kind of moment. They are saying 64,000 gallons goes in the wings of a plane. Visually, that doesn't even remotely make sense. And then you have the time it takes for an airplane to refuel. When you're at the airport, you don't see the fuel pump connected to the plane for more than a couple of minutes. Pretty much out of time. And just for context, a regular car takes about 12 gallons of fuel and roughly, you know, two minutes to fill up if it's close to empty. Even if the jet fuel pumps pumped at 10 times the rate of a regular car gas pump, do the math because it ain't mathing. It would take nine-ish hours to fill just half of the plane's 64,000 gallon capacity, yet we never see a plane getting fueled for more than a couple minutes, if at all. They'll tell you the jet fuel pumps are super powerful and can pump at a rate hundreds of times faster than car gas pumps, all going through a hose with a one to two inch inner diameter, which is how wide they are on the inside. All this fuel to power the turbines. Let's dig a little deeper. Typical turbines look exactly like the ceiling of the Hoysala Temple in India. An ancient temple that appears to have been built around 1150 AD, but let's be real. It very well and most likely is much older than that. Ancient India has some of the most incredible temples that point to a high level of knowledge about life and earth and what this all is. An example of this would be the Kailash Temple. It was carved into the bedrock of the cliff around it. The architecture, the design, the precision. It's a marvel. Hammer and chisel? Absolutely not. Completely impossible. We're talking about incredible engineering. The pillars inside are so symmetrical and detailed, they actually look like they're 3D printed. They're clearly not just for aesthetic purposes because the engineering is pretty spectacular. There are moving stone parts that can be physically rotated as if they're part of a machine. Some are not even connected to the ground. That is insane. That alone warrants a different thought process around who built it and how. So these incredible, meticulous, precise pillars are the same shape of an airplane turbine engine. There is a lot to support the narrative that many ancient structures and temples were actually power plants that provided energy for past civilizations. An example would be the pyramids in Egypt. The thought is these ancient structures and temples used specific mechanisms and esoteric knowledge to harness atmospheric energy from the sky and were used to power ancient societies. And you know, for another day, but Tartaria comes to mind an ancient civilization that's been completely wiped from history and all of the maps. So getting back to planes, the thought is they are using that same technology in modern airplanes, which only use jet fuel to take off, and then once they reach a certain altitude, they then shift and tap into this atmospheric energy to stay lifted and move quite fast. Planes being up in the sky are in closer proximity to the source. You know, this is Tesla technology, zero point energy technology. And like most things, it's hidden in plain sight. We're sold a story. And with an exorbit amount of these lies, money is deceptively being extracted from your pocketbook. Plane tickets are expensive and will only continue to go up given the current turmoil of the world and the Strait of Hormoes being shut down. So much of the cost of plane tickets is blamed on the large large oh my god, uh large, let's let's say that again, large amount of jet fuel they allegedly need. When in actuality they're just using the free unlimited atmospheric energy that can be harnessed, just like many civilizations before us. Our ancestors had free energy. And how would you feel, just putting this out there? How would you feel if energy companies harnessed energy from the ether and then charged you for it? Wouldn't that be something? You know, a Boeing 747 can weigh up to 220 tons, while an Airbus 380 can go up to 600 tons. Have you ever stopped to think about how much of a modern miracle it is for a 600-ton metal thing to fly through the air for 16 plus hours on end? And all it takes is four jet turbines. These jet turbines, for as powerful as they are, aren't used anywhere else except for aviation. But even so, someone has to make them, and you'd think it would be way too difficult to keep something like this a secret with hundreds of companies all manufacturing them, right? Well, actually no. Because only three companies own ninety-nine percent of all turbine manufacturing in the world. GE Aerospace, Pratt and Whitney, and Rolls-Royce. And any other manufacturer is in some way associated with these big three. And I know what you're thinking. Who are their top shareholders? Well, none other than Vanguard and BlackRock, the two shady as fuck mega companies that own everything. And they control the three companies that essentially power every airline on the planet, making it impossible for anyone else to make their own commercial turbines, you know, with regulations, gatekeepers, certifications, and import controls to keep their little game of deception going and free from producers, to keep this technology hidden. And you spending a shit ton to be able to fly. Well, I think I think we've arrived. I think we're there for today. I'm gonna go ahead and and ground and protect. I stand in light. I speak only truth. I'm untouchable in the name of what is real. Till next time.