Is this a real life or illusion?  Are we making up ALL of this – if so – who is “we”?  You?  Me?  By placing this piece here – am I keeping the illusion going?  How the hell do we bust out of the illusion?

https://t.co/bvqJxYWt0U

— Luciana Nina Leone ~ Z (aka VICTORIA irl) (@nina_leone11) September 29, 2024

Is this the answer?  What we seek is seeking us so just let it happen?  I don’t know – this seems like an incomplete statement – as I continue to feeeeeeeeel there is a plan taking place to remove us/awaken us FROM this illusion/illusive experience……….30 years ago or so I was having the desire to see every one of us just stop – stop going to work – stop paying bills – stop paying fees and taxes and all of that.  Then I think ok – do we stop eating?  Stop taking care of ourselves?  Because if this IS one giant illusion – we still keep it going by eating, right?

perspective i reflect on these days……….. https://t.co/z6oF3sss8J

— Luciana Nina Leone ~ Z (aka VICTORIA irl) (@nina_leone11) September 29, 2024

5:30am.

It’s 5:30am as i sit down and write out this rare (these days) lamenting piece.  Rare because I have been so focused on the positive – focused on what I want instead of what I fear.

Today?  Worry wins atm.  For ignore those fear thoughts and they will pop up and take over.  Apparently they need someplace to go – so this morning they are going here where I can toss them into the ether and let God or whatever good is out there take. it. all.

Worry.

I’ve been up for over an hour, mind filled with worrisome thoughts that were chipping away my sanity, so I decided to get up and dump them all out here.  I resisted doing this, my mind saying “watch your thoughts watch your energy don’t put out what you don’t want to come back even more”.  However my FUCH IT ALL took precedent so here I sit.

Mind full of worry.

Thirsty.  First I was thirsty so I open the refrig and grab what I assumed was a jar of juice only to find it was a mostly empty jar with a few drops – literally – of grape juice.

Teenagers, I think.

She’s growing – still growing – appetite up – eating all. the. time.

Which she’s supposed to do.

And yet my current level of finances, which are sheot – let’s be honest – they are sheot – and in spite of the MULTIPLE MANY MANY places in which I have put out my resume without anything in response aside from some now obvious spammer who told me in my private inbox on linkedin the company he works for (of which there was no name given) was looking for a digital content writer and received my resume and would I be interested in writing some articleS (PLURAL) for FREE then I would be allowed to go up the next level in the recruitment process to which I checked out his LINKEDin profile and see he shows Z E R O current employers so after that first little initial “OOOOH someone is interested in me!” moment which was quickly shot to hell because hey – scammers, right?  They seem to be everywhere even though I tell myself different.

Ah, the differing thoughts.  The “think different have different”.  Something I have been doing for months – all god damn year actually.  Don’t believe me?  I can show you my journals.  I can show you my digital voice recorder which sets beside my bed, ear bud pads getting worn due to using them 2-3x/day listening to my spoken scripts of intending what I want.

Things will be different.  This movie will end.  Keep at it.

This morning at 4am lying awake – wide awake – in bed?  Thinking that?

FUCH IT ALL.

So here I sit.

Flashlight in hand earlier, going over my grocery list.  Ok bread – I have flour.  I can just make bread so I don’t have to buy this weeks loaf.  Which makes me want to cry for that takes TIME and I’ve been so extra tired lately the thought of making bread like I’m donna f’ing reed makes me want to scream.  More grape juice for the kiddo?  Well I have some grapes – I can squish those up and put them in water.  At least water’s free, I think, but then realize no it isn’t.

Well at least my water bill came down $20 for October.  How and why I was not able to figure out as their calculation methods, which used to be quite simple, are complex and a mile long- but I’ll take it.  Which is a good thing as my electric bill went up $16.

I could put some items on my credit card – last I checked I had $20 on that.

Intend something different, I tell myself.  Moments.  Moments of inner quiet – when I am in the moment – I can still do that.

But then I think about my child – what she needs – what she wants – and how very little of that I am able to do – and how angry that makes me.  When will mom’s matter so we can take care of our children in the way we want and they deserve?  W H E N?  She wants to live in a small town so she can go to a good small public school.  Local one – well most of you know about that.  WOKE nightmare – drug use.  Urban decay.  I get that.  But that requires money – moving – which she gets – and lots of it – of which mama doesn’t have.  Those closest to me with whom we comm offline know my situation.  Ahem…..(those who don’t – message me and I’ll fill you in.)

My girl doesn’t even have a college savings account – well she does – I have just had to dip in it over the past year to f’ing EAT.

Where is the family?

She has wanted horse lessons.  Ballet lessons (did those in the past when it was doable).  Today?  Can’t and nope.  $$$$  Eating is the priority these days.  Although she is taking singing and has a piano and guitar.  She’s also learning other languages.  She’s amazing – and I hope some of that at least is due to my influence and love.

Watching Gilmore Girls where the single mom works while she is able to send her daughter to a top notch private school because her very wealthy parents are paying for it.  In fact she has a tribe around her, always willing to help – even though she refuses the help at times because her character is so frustratingly stubborn at times – while my heart calls out for that kind of a tribe – and would melt in tears in feeeeeeeeeeeling and knowing there is a local group of people who care so much about me and my girl – which is something I’ve tried diligently to build only to be met with extreme and at times shocking disappointment (what the hell kind of a person leaves your life because of who you voted for or because you wouldn’t put a mask on your childs mouth and what the hell kind of a person says “i will help you if you do x y z” first – jesus my people picker has really sucked – which I have seen clearly this past year – which is why atm I pretty  much have a very very small circle atm and people now only get in after an extensive interview process of which both my daughter and I give).  Anyway……….so……….We have a grandparent in the family who comes from money – a lot of money in that family – who do nada for my child.  So out the door they go……….

Babysitting – something she was doing last year – but it all fell flat as not one parent around here goes out on dates.  Who can afford to eat out these days, especially if you have little mouths to feed.

Well, the people next door apparently – house full of people – where I see one of them suddenly has acquired a $3500 electric bike – so apparently they can afford nice extra’s including food delivery which I swear to you, they have occur several times every. single. day.  Then there are the people up the street who have two new vehicles – electric too.  And the Tesla’s.  Have I mentioned the ungodly number of people around here who have Tesla’s?  As in the expensive models (my girl is the expert on car prices these days).  How nice for all of them, says my angry typing fingers sarcastically.

And yet in spite of all of the unreal amounts of wealth all around me – just floating all around me while I have intended it flow my way too – here I sit at what is now 6:39AM – wide awake – when I really need to be sleeping because I have a full day ahead of mom duties and all I hear in my mind are the voices of absent family members telling me what I should be doing and how I am failing my child while failing to listen to a damn thing about my needs (see mom’s needs aren’t important – only the child’s – ironic when that was not what I experienced growing up which was you have food to eat and a bed in which to sleep – that’s enough) – and some of those nagging voices are also my own heart – although my heart also knows I literally am doing the very best I can – pushing myself to depletion levels – and have been knocking myself all but out all year trying and attempting and being told “I will help” only that help is not forthcoming and oh do I have a bucket full of FUCH U’s of my own personally assigned karma for people who have pulled that sheot on me – especially knowing I am a MOM first and foremost trying to improve ME and my life experience so I CAN be the best I can be for her – but when you are doing that essentially alone and those who could help don’t but instead like to toss out unwanted advice instead while utterly completely in full violating the boundaries you put out for yourself………….and where is the cake when you need it because this is all becoming far too much at this moment in time……….

I just want to run away.

But I wouldn’t get very far – car has 1/4 tank of gas – and I am supposed to be doing my driving practice which I do most nights when I can fit that into my schedule – but fuch it – that’s another expense, right?  Not really a need – although for me it is because the practice – the routine of it – helps rewire my brain and well that’s a subject for another time.  Trauma and all – shows up in interesting ways.

So I guess I am left doing what this little dog is doing below – doing the best I can – my daughter being my best cheerleader (and a few of you in which I am so grateful for – and as I say – I see the numbers here and am so disheartened anyone can come to this site knowing what they know about me personally and offer me nothing) – me focused (mostly) forward – determined to cross that f’ing finish line.  For I WILL cross it.

And collapse.  For awhile.  For now?  It’s back to bed I go for a time.

V.

Senior (14yo) dog ends last in race but wins the crowd pic.twitter.com/tv1cSuNuyV

— B&S (@_B___S) September 26, 2024

You can’t make this up.  I had a nudge to look up things on the moon – and check out this MEME that literally just came up in my X feed.  😂

I remember T talking on the balcony during the eclipse lip read by The Gunner’s Wife – T saying “they” shouldn’t mess with the moon.  Something about the moon.  Let’s see the 17 posts referring to this object.  This feels like the most important one atm:

Here we have an interesting event coming up on October 5:

International Observe the Moon Night October 5 at NASA Visitor Center – NASA

I decided to do a Gematria on INTERNATIONAL OBSERVE THE MOON NIGHT

Hold The Vision Trust The Process

Interstellar The Star Inside You

Cut Off The Connection To Serpants

Im Wide Awake

Activation Of The Avatar Activation Key

The Hunter’s Moon is October 17 as well.  Next month is also the anniversary of the first 17 drop on the 8chan boards – October 28, 2017 – 7 years ago.

NASA detects dangerous asteroid! Impact possible on Oct 5, 2024! But how serious is the threat?

Well, we did get a Popcorn comm today from T:

Popcorn…………….. https://t.co/hjynuUw5KI

— Luciana Nina Leone ~ Z (aka VICTORIA irl) (@nina_leone11) September 23, 2024

RFK Jr. asks Supreme Court to restore him on New York ballot (spectrumlocalnews.com)

Robert F. Kennedy asks Supreme Court for New York ballot reinstatement (thehill.com)

Lower courts excluded the former independent candidate from the ballot after finding he falsely claimed residency in the state because his Katonah, N.Y., address was not his fixed and permanent residency.

Kennedy indicated in court filings that he has rented a room in the home from a childhood friend and stayed overnight on one occasion. His attorneys noted lower courts “did not find that anyone was misled,” insisting that taking him off the ballot was irrevocably depriving Kennedy’s New York supporters of their right to vote for him.

My sense continues to be this isn’t Robert but rather someone in a mask – an actor – that person likely being John.  Remember that court filing Robert made only he used the name John Kennedy Jr instead of Robert Kennedy Jr?  (I need to find that one again.)

So, what is interesting to me on the above is we know John Kennedy Jr’s home state was/is New York.  I sense this may be part of the end result – something else of which I have sensed – that John actually goes on to be President.  He would be the one to unite the parties – far more than Trump ever could.  T is the circus master – expertly bringing out people (the swamp creatures) to the stage for their ultimate removal.  However as we know he has far too many people who simply cannot tolerate him.  Who better than Kennedy to be the person on stage to unite?

I was reflecting mostly on what Robert has been saying lately about the chemicals and toxins.  I saw a clip of him with Dr. Phil talking about the forever chemicals in our clothes, bedding/linens and furniture.  Carpet.  In short, those things are EVERYWHERE and in us.

Logic asks – how do you clean up that kind of a situation?  You can bring in new products but what happens to the billions of beds alone?  Seriously – does humanity throw it all out?  Doesn’t it make more sense to have a literal brand-new world already waiting for us on the outside where the consciousness gets pulled out of the simulation and back into the body doing the role of the avatar here likely not even aware he/she is playing such a role?

It is a useful question to ask:  What do we do with all of “their” toxic products?  And how do we detox the body of the thousands of chemicals in each of us?

Is it possible too that we take our body with us in this frequency event/moment back TO a reality that already exists on the outside?  Is this just one big giant timeline maneuver?  Get us back to where we already are where there is nothing of “their” stuff – only clean and pure in everything.  Back on that one timeline that got hijacked and bent/contorted and looped into that annoying sideways 8 infinity loop – which is not technically infinity for infinity does not mean endless rinse repeat groundhog day but rather FOREVER ONGOING where literally ANYTHING REAL is possible – without control.

Trying to figure out the logistics of all of this.  I know some are just letting go and trusting.  My brain wants to figure it all out – or at least dive in – for now – until it gets tired, or I get distracted with some dark chocolate or homemade dark chocolate cake.

That’s all for now.

💖

Victoria

My daughter went out to do a bit of shopping with her dad today.  It’s an area we go to now and then, although with eyes wide open as it’s pretty ghetto/big city with its urban decay.  Last time we were in the area was a few weeks ago.

When they arrived home, she quickly and quietly walked over to me, threw her arms around me.  I asked if she was ok to which she said, “just hold me, mama”.

Her dad explained how much worse it is in that part of town now.  In just the last couple of weeks.  How is this even possible, I think.  He said he saw more homeless.  More people with signs asking for money.  More RV’s parked alongside the road.  More sketchy people walking around hollering at no one in particular.  “We’re so blessed compared to others mom,” my girl said, still clinging on to me, adding she prayed for every one of them.

I just kind of took it all in and sat with it, even after she went inside, and her dad went on to do other things.  Earlier today I was thinking how fooled I was for so many years by some of these “entities” now being put on stage, in particular the “O” one.  I thought about how her selling out afforded her beautiful homes.  Cars.  If she really was taken care of in terms of justice, is that really enough?  I can only hope if there was any sort of a soul there, a consciousness, it was able to feel the effects of her decision to sell out and the unbelievable amount of harm created from that choice.  I thought about how much energy I gave her, watching her show almost every day for far too many years.  The book club I was a part of.  Even the letters of praise I wrote.  With this awakening, while I have looked with an open mind, one thing I didn’t do was look at that part:  how fooled I was.  How trusting.  I all but chastised myself (ok, I did).  How could I have not SEEN?

Because – I didn’t.

We’ve all been under their spell – literal spells.  Programming.  Frequencies.  And it f’ing hurts and enrages us – me – to know how fooled I was.  And yet I also know that it is easy to fool trusting, good people when you’re evil disguised as good.  The good-hearted, kind person simply cannot grasp that evil energy/program.  Because we aren’t evil.

So, kindness and compassion for thyself is necessary in order to heal from this nightmare we have been living under.

Which continues on as given what was experienced today.  The questions I have are:  Can I trust this plan is actually going to help bring an end to that nightmare?  Is there some frequency divine event incoming as we many of us feeeeeeel?  Are those actors on stage working for us?

I also question the concept of illusion – what really is an illusion other than something that isn’t fully “real” – that there is more there than our human mind and body can know/see.  As such, how do you destroy an illusion?  Not give it your attention?  Continue to focus on what you want to see?  Or a balance perhaps of SEEING with as much emotional detachment as possible and focusing on the frequency/energy/feeeeeeeeels of what we want, for turning the other way feels like sticking your head in the sand hoping you will see your utopia there.

Until I know for sure, I will never be naive enough ever. again. to give my full trust to any outside plan.

Trust and question.

So, while my girl prays, I continue to watch it all, hoping for the best in the truest sense of the term, trusting in myself in what I have seen, intended and felt for a very long time, and remaining open to the possibility that people like O, who so easily fooled us all, may still be the ones trying to fool us again.  Until I am able to take my girl anywhere I want while still in this city, the results of lies, corruption and flat out evil are still around.

💖

Victoria

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