A typical day—
Our router has all the green lights flashing as we clear stress so that information from the energy surrounding us can help us create the life we consciously desire.
But wait—
we’re not in the FFT yet.
So anyway…
Chakras are balanced.
Yesterday we took another Evette Rose scan.
After clearings in the Nei Gong, here are the stragglers that remained:
Self-image
Trauma Residue
Cocktails are running.
We also requested a Full Cocktail Scan.
Here are the top items:
MASTER CHANGE • NEUROPLASTICITY
Wounds Scan
VACCINE
Amino Acid — N-Acetyl Cysteine (NAC)
MASTER PERIODONTAL SYSTEM
It was interesting that VACCINE came up because I had added a new scan to our daily work this morning after listening to a YouTube discussion about the COVID-19 vaccine.
The idea was raised that individual genetic differences may influence how different people responded to the vaccine.
That got me thinking.
We all carry genetic variations.
The term for many of these common variations is:
polymorphisms.
So now we have a scanning list of common DNA polymorphisms and related cocktails built around:
RESILIENCE — NOT WEAKNESS.
This relates to everyday environmental stress, not necessarily vaccines.
Here’s what the group resonates with receiving today:
GENETIC RESILIENCE • CONNECTIVE TISSUE • AORTIC INTEGRITY
GENETIC RESILIENCE • NICOTINIC ACETYLCHOLINE
This relates to nicotinic acetylcholine receptors.
P199P GENETIC RESILIENCE • CATECHOLAMINES
This relates to a gene involved in processing dopamine, adrenaline, and other stress-related chemicals.
Again, this is subtle work, but it will be interesting to see what comes up from day to day.
And, what if…
Weakness may just be information.
And resilience is the Magician’s Choice.
And now for the FFT.
THE DONKEY WHO MISSED HIS SHOT
Brayden was up half the night watching A.S.S. News — Asses Sharing Stories coverage about the new vaccine.
There was nothing unusual about vaccines in donkey society.
Brayden had received plenty of them over the years without giving them much thought.
And now?
He was relieved.
Very relieved.
Eventually, he forced himself to go to bed.
The next morning, he trotted briskly to the subway.
He wanted to be first in line at S.A.S.S. Health Clinic.
Not for Financial Services.
Not to discuss NeuroFill.
Not to sign over the deed to the house.
He wanted details about the vaccine.
Specifically:
Would it help him?
And according to Dr. Cassius Bray…
it was all good.
The new vaccine, he explained, had been developed specifically for:
Progressive Simplistic Cerebral Hollowing Syndrome
Apparently, PSYCH had become an epidemic.
“Get it immediately!” Dr. Bray said.
“It’s designed to stabilize cerebral integrity and prevent further cognitive loss.”
Brayden had only one concern.
He already had PSYCH.
Dr. Bray reassured him.
“The vaccine should keep it from progressing.”
That was enough for Brayden.
He left the clinic and headed—
actually, galloped—
straight to Bray-Aid Pharmacy.
Unfortunately…
so had everyone else.
The line of donkeys wrapped around the building…
across the parking lot…
and halfway past Oatstanding Pizza.
Everywhere Brayden looked, worried donkeys were clutching phones, watching A.S.S. News updates, and discussing the epidemic.
There was absolutely no way he was standing there all day.
He would come back tomorrow.
With a headset.
He could listen to a book while he waited.
And so it was that Brayden was nearly back to the subway when something brushed against his hoof.
He stopped.
Looked down.
The black cat.
Again.
Golden eyes flashed.
Brayden sighed.
The cat stared at him.
Then spoke.
“Before you let anyone fill the empty space caused by PSYCH, Brayden…”
She paused.
“You might want to find out why it became empty.”
Brayden froze.
Then—
just for an instant—
an image appeared above her head.
A human.
Wearing a crown.
Then it vanished.
Brayden blinked.
The cat turned and began walking away.
The next thing Brayden knew…
he was following her.
AWAY from the subway.
He had absolutely no idea why.
Was his brain already gone?
Possibly.
And yet…
he just kept clumping along.
Meanwhile…
Waldo and the Screenies were in a state of hysteria.
This was not going according to plan.
Waldo had engineered this particular vaccine for one very specific reason:
The donkeys had started waking up.
The cerebral “hollowing” was not destroying their minds.
It was making room for memories of royalty.
The vaccine was supposed to:
RESTORE STANDARD DONKEY THOUGHT DENSITY.
But now…
Barbelo had appeared.
Which meant only one thing.
Source was involved.
Waldo paced furiously.
Because he understood something the donkeys did not.
It wouldn’t take the whole herd.
It wouldn’t even take a hundred.
Because in the world of energy…
ONE DONKEY was enough to change the world.
