As I write this, a video talking about how water wells are going to be regulated is playing in the background. Anyone with a private well is going to have to report their existence and the quantity of water being drawn so that it can be taxed and regulated in the state of California.
Earlier today I read about how the WEF wants to ban private ownership of vehicles so as to get those from the rural areas into the cities. This would sound absurd if I didn't already know that in Sri Lanka, gas is being rationed through a cell-phone app. It is no small leap to see that this could and likely will happen here at some point.
Pope Francis is in Alberta right now. Doesn't seem like much public interest in his arrival. The head chief of one of the tribes refused to acknowledge our great crime minister by walking straight past him as he partook in a truth and reconciliation meeting/ceremony of sorts. As he should.
And my hearing-aid practitioner knew a surprisingly amount of the details that I shared with her regarding what is happening and where I see everything going. No digital ID, no health-care, no gas, no place to live, no job.
To top it all off, my mother will not listen to reason. She is not persuaded by common-sense, logic or facts no matter what I tell her. Home prices are dropping, interest rates are rising, there are close to 200 properties for sale in the Fort Saskatchewan area with listings having been up for a two months or more. She will not lower the price to a reasonable level, telling me "not to worry" when I describe how serious the situation can be if we do not sell this place by the winter. Because who is going to be shopping for a new home in the wintertime?
I am... reaching the point of not caring anymore. I'm going to be filing for bankruptcy which means that my mother will have to pay the utilities on a meager income. Trying to tell her about how important it is that we sell this before the winter has no effect on her. This is the same woman that argued with me at the bank about wanting a variable interest rate mortgage for a 3 year term rather than going with a fixed 5 year at less than 2%.
I can't persuade her. She will not listen to me. She shuts down my concerns with "I don't want to talk about it" or changing the subject by saying "are those new socks you're wearing?"
Ridiculous. She is setting us up both to fail and only I seem to know it. But I am powerless. I cannot change her mind and she is not learning from how it has taken her over a year to sell her home because she priced it too high, despite both myself and two other realtors insisting it needs to come down in price.
Which it did, from $315,000 to the final sell price of $288k because she kept dropping the price three times.
And still, she refuses to learn from all that. This place is priced at $305k when it really is worth about $296k.
I can't wait around a year for this place to sell. Not when they are likely to raise interest rates even further and housing prices are collasping all over the country.
She is taking us to hell in a handbasket but who knows... maybe it will sell before November. Before the winter.
I don't know what to say anymore. My mother has never been an intelligent, thoughtful woman. She does not plan ahead. She does not look ahead, she does not keep herself informed or consider the facts.
Just tells me "don't worry" each time I bring up my concerns. Shuts me down every time.
Well, I am worried and I do not see a good future for either of us. She once phoned to tell me about how she was doing a lot of "thinking" and wants to move in. Changed her mind a week later.
And I am still fucking stressed but at the point where I really don't care anymore. I can't fight this. There is no point in ripping my hair out and screaming at the sky over things that I cannot control or being given a voice to speak towards. She will not let me have my voice. She will not listen to reason.
And this is where I'm... sad to admit that our lives are not going to end well with all of this garbage happening. Should we sell the house before November, I will be jubilant, but if I am filing for bankruptcy, I will be completely dependent on her. I may not even have a vehicle.
Or a place to put any of my stuff.
And... a happy outcome is difficult for me to imagine throughout any of this. I can follow scenarios and possibilities and predict some things into the future with the information that I have been studying and learning about. Are interest rates likely to increase between now and November? Quite likely. Will home prices be even harder to afford? Absolutely.
But try telling my mother any of that. Instead, she'll say "are those new socks?" rather than take anything of what I say seriously.
This kind of disrespect and ignorance is... going to bury me. I can't imagine living with her for a prolonged period of time. This is a woman that changes her mind by the minute and makes decisions by the seat of her pants without any due consideration or deliberation.
I could be a banking expert or financial planner and it would make no difference. She does not respect my opinion, she is not swayed by facts.
And so it must be that we will be heading towards... well, something.
And... I honestly feel like leaving all this behind to go into the woods, set up a tent and take my chances out there because I at least can live with some measure of dignity for myself and preserve my mental health from someone who clearly has trouble managing her own.
This... is not the life that I expected to have. I have made mistakes, I have taken chances with my money and reached $200,000 in investments at one point but did not cash it in because I had a "feeling" that I could wait one more day before doing so. Instead, I didn't, despite the sincere gratitude I expressed towards the universe for having reached such a milestone. I did my best to listen to my heart and mind and faith and...
Here I am. On the verge of financial ruin. Stuck with a house filled with stuff that I am going to have difficulty removing and unlikely to keep should I declare bankruptcy and be forced to live with her.
All I'm glad is that my name is not on the title of this. But maybe, if it was, I could price the house accordingly so that it will sell quicker.
But that is not how it is.
I have a hard time respecting my mother for any of all this and it is no secret that she does not respect me. We have a pretend relationship. She hasn't respected me in a long time. If ever. No matter what I did or didn't do.
I wish I could talk to her like a normal human being. To appeal to her intelligence, to common sense, but... that is not the type of woman she is. She is content to spend her day watching game shows on TV, the Bachelor, 90 Day Fiance and... remaining oblivious to the crisis that looms before us.
Telling me not to "worry" and changing the subject whenever it gets uncomfortable for her.
Because she will not respond to facts.
No matter what I say.
Perhaps her mind will change a few months into this. Maybe she will realize that I am right at some point and that the house should be priced lower. I live here, I know what I see and experience and can ascertain the value of something that I myself would be willing to pay for.
And if I know her, her mind will start to change in a few months. But by then, it might be too late.
Who is going to move here in the winter? Who can afford a place like this?
Then again, a lot of people are moving here from other provinces. Perhaps they sold their homes in Ontario, BC and other such places to be able to afford one here.
I hope that this will be the case.
And that there are buyers out there, looking, even though I myself would prefer to wait it out for prices to drop further. Had it been me looking for a new home.
But maybe a miracle will happen.
We will have to see.
There is so much stress in me right now. So much that I am growing numb as a response to it. Not feeling much. Not hoping for much. Not seeing a path to happiness knowing what I know now.
Maybe they will roll out emergency cheques or a universal basic income. If they lock us down again over Monkeypox or some other type of emergency, I'm not sure many Albertans will be able to survive the carnage that will result.
Especially over a cold winter.
Try being homeless in -40c weather.
And the numbers are growing by the day. I can see people on the street with humorless, tightly-drawn faces. No longer expressing the easy smiles and light in their eyes like they used to.
There are still people driving around, alone in their cars, with a mask on.
Walking outside even.
In the end, I know that I would rather starve to death in the bush than to be controlled and enslaved by such corruption and immorality. Consenting to the new system is a quiet endorsement of the chaos that a small group of people have inflicted upon the world.
If you can even call such psychopaths, "people".
In my mind, the image of a shirtless, smirking Elon Musk on the beach pops up. I'd never seen his upper body before but it reminded me so much of the same shape that Bill Gates has.
It's this unnatural, barrel-looking chest and stomach that looks extremely unhealthy and out of proportion.
I have heard many theories claiming that such figures are evil entities in disguise. Lizard people, basically, as crazy as it sounds but with what has been happening over the past few years, these type of theories have a way of proving themselves to be true.
All the crisis that is happening has been manufactured and planned long ago in advance.
The End Game as Alex Jones would call it.
The end of human freedom, dignity and critical thought.
I have moved past being worried sick about this but there are times when it hits me like a wave.
And all I can think is that should I die prematurely, I do not think I can say that I have accomplished much with my life.
How would I report myself to be? How can I explain the way I behaved during my time on this planet?
I think about the past times when I truly felt myself to be filled with the spirit of a higher, more evolved form of consciousness and I genuinely felt as if I was Jesus himself in some of these moments. The best and worst of times.
I still pray every night... and in the end I know that death is not something to fear.
What I do fear is having wasted my life with little to show for it.
What I fear is being forced to become a rat on a treadmill going nowhere in life because all avenues towards happiness has been closed off.
You can't even find a woman on a dating app these days who is worthy of being called wife material, and that is assuming they would find me attractive enough to want to be with. A man with no employment, soon to be bankrupt, soon to live with his mother.
I showed mom some of the women that shows up in OkCupid as I swiped left through dozens who were extremely overweight, with dead lifeless eyes and a few posting pictures of themselves with masks on, as if they were somehow doing a good and virtuous service for the rest of us.
They wear their ignorance with pride. They cannot see what is coming either.
Or how they have all been conned by this nonsense.
It is so easy for me to give up on humanity and I almost feel like I am at that point.
Perhaps I am there already but do not have the courage to admit it.
And should I admit it, I would also be admitting that there is no hope for us.
Not for me in starting a family, finding work that I enjoy doing and living life to the fullest.
Because the WEF is bending us to their whims. Turning us into slaves.
And closing off the exit as they watch from afar with amusement, hoping we will be at each other's throats.
As I drove around the northside of Edmonton spotting suspicious characters left and right and seeing a lone, solitary man walking far outside of the city going to who knows where -- I wonder how bad crime will become. If inflation continues, rent increases, taxes go up, insurance goes up, food prices go up...
Well... we're all going to go down and become a 3rd world nation like Cuba.
I've already been seeing a numerous amount of vehicles in poor condition on the streets., Windows covered with cardboard because the glass has been shattered and the owner unlikely able to afford a replacement. People driving around on the spare tire because, as I found out a few days ago, the cost of a tire has become prohibitively expensive for people to buy.
Imagine if someone slashed all four of your tires one day. The cost to replace them will be close to $2,000.
Who is going to be able to afford $2,000 these days?
My mother complained about the cost of her car insurance and said she signed for a "one-way" plan where if something happens to her or her vehicle, compensation will not be awarded.
It's fucked up.
So fucking fucked up.
I found out from her today that people in Cuba cannot find beer for themselves. They no longer sell it in the stores (although rum is still available). And the resort employee she knows is saying that there was only 1 tourist on the beach for him to serve.
One tourist.
Let that sink in for a moment.
How is anyone able to earn a living wage for themselves?
What hope do they cling to?
What do they tell themselves so that they can sleep at night.
What do they tell their children when they cannot afford basic necessities?
When there is no future for them?
Should prophecy play out, the rise of the "anti-Christ" is likely to emerge with a solution.
Perhaps this is what will happen. A wiping out of debt and a universal basic income implemented.
But only if we use the app.
And likely only if we've had our inoculations and have a high social credit score as a result of our obedience and not questioning the corruption behind our government and institutions.
There is going to be a lot of poverty. A lot of death. People will die in Germany from the cold because they cannot afford the fuel needed to heat their homes.
Assuming they even have a home.
So fucked up is this world.
I do not want to die knowing that I did little to help undo it. I feel responsible for the welfare of others more so than my own at times.
My mother pointed this out to me earlier as well.
"Worry about yourself! Don't care so much about other people!"
Maybe she's right, but still...
I do care about other people.
I want us to get out from under this mess.
And yet I do not know how this can be.
I supposed we will have to wait.
And react to what comes next.
Just like animals being lead to the slaughterhouse, we each have to wait our turn before our eyes open wide enough to see what is being done ahead in the line.
It's not looking good.
God help us.
For the Truth must set us free.
There is nothing else that matters more in this spiritual battle we found ourselves in.
No weapon more potent.
And yet...
Yet...
We still march ourselves to the slaughter.
Out of fear.
The lowest level of faith.
Should I die without having achieved anything of merit, I will give voice to my helplessness and inability to be guided in the correct direction.
I will give voice to my heart, and reveal that good intentions were buried all along.
I will speak of my faith and loyalty and the events in my life that solidified them.
I will.
I will.
Endure for as long as I can.
In the New Abnormal.
