Autosuggestion, 22 Apr 2020

found lines from a time of great unrest, after Émile Coué

In 1920, Coué released Self-Mastery Through Conscious Autosuggestion in which he called the technique one with which “we play unconsciously all our life, as a baby plays with its rattle. It is however a dangerous instrument; it can wound or even kill if you handle it imprudently and unconsciously. It can on the contrary save your life when you know how to employ it consciously.

You are what you eat. Cry me a river.
Tear up your Trump Socialism checks.
It’s okay: I’m on 500mg of fukitol.
And yes, I have a lot of time on my hands.
What you are selling, my friend, is fear.

CDC warns of an “even more difficult” wave next winter. The left and the right will continue to be partisanly irrelevant and stuck in their respective ruts of illusory superiority. How do people believe or support someone who lies every time they open their mouths? Seriously, how dumb does he think Americans are? I feel bad for Lansing, having to endure these covidiots. They breed, and they walk among us. And then eventually they become members of Congress!

One facet we cannot ignore is our loss
of basic decency and moral fiber.
I pledge allegiance to the Earth,
and all the life which it supports.
This is not a time to blindly follow;
this is a time to lead the way.

Day Number 21′s word is regret.
More data revealing the scope of this pandemic.
QAnon QClearance 8chan + related articles 2 Staqe 2.
Hey, I stockpile beans, too.

Here is my video on the uncovering of millions of dollars sent to the Wuhan lab under the control of Dr. Fauci. That skinny one in the middle looks like he came to protest under pressure from his buddies. “Please please please don’t breathe on me,” he repeats to himself over and over, as he keeps his hand on his sidearm and off his face. Just some weirdo who didn’t show up to work getting fired. Nothing to see here.

We are in the same storm,
but not in the same boat.
The liar tweets tonight.

for Penelope Evans Varn

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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