How many times did I move on so far? Probably a lot, but that's fine, there are so many things to move on from. What is it this time? Well, that's easy to say; another layer of the physical moving into the astral. This time it's the lyran mothership qualifying for transfer. The research mission here on Earth is finished. After the Stargates where set up and the space station installment procedure shared and used a few time, we're all set to go. It's not that we're "going" anywhere as such, this time the word was used in the sense of starting something, being ready to start. Either way it feels nice to have this behind me. Things have been such a mess in the past years.
Covid has been brewing for a while now, along with a big kettle of world stage crisis. One recent realization was that nation states are actually parasitic slugs on the astral. Black things that just eat. I realized it's exactly like those "power lords" in a science fiction show I watched. Those also had the form of black slugs, they possessed people and took over organizations, but in the end they had only the minds of slugs. It's part of the poison they inject into people to make them protect the parasite. Just like those parasites who make rats not afraid of cats, monkeys not afraid of pumas and women not afraid of niggers ;^).
If someone has parasites which effect their mind, one cannot listen to anything they say. They're being controlled by the parasite, what they say isn't coming from themselves. It's like an alcoholic, they cannot be reasoned with, the only way to break the addiction is by some kind of force. Those not addicted themselves who are forced to live near addicts, often suffer more than the addict. This is very true for those living near statists.
It's time to drive out this poison and kill the slugs. Unfortunately so many have been infected beyond saving, that the best way is to simply carpet bomb them with pesticides. This is where covid and the vaccines come in. Oh no, stop fearmongering.