December 6, 2025
Nothing needs to be explained, justified, or even understood to move beyond it. ~ TUT.com
I think what Kerry K relayed in a recent video—that people vibrating at different frequencies are becoming invisible to each other—might be true. I made a perfectly audible, friendly comment to someone in the parking lot at Trader Joe’s. She looked neither right nor left, but passed by as if I didn’t exist.
Was she wearing earbuds? Was she deaf? Was she at such an advanced vibrational frequency, she not could not perceive me?
If it was evidence presented by Universe to corroborate the notion that people will become unseeable to those resonating with a different dimensionality, it was quite conclusive.
Let the Great Split begin.
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I’ve been happily consigning people I don’t like to the category of soulless non-player-characters. The new next-door neighbors? NPC’s. I pretend they’re not there, even when they’re doing boisterous basketball drills. It’s like the pounding emanates from another reality, and the audio waves don’t quite make it to my ears. I know it’s happening, I see the ball bouncing and mouths moving as they yell, but the noise doesn’t hook me.
Even their too-perfect-looking dog seems suspect, shifting from invisibly docile to ravening feral barking for no apparent reason. Can animals be NPC’s?…
Pretending they’re not there doesn’t work perfectly, like when their dog is running loose and harasses our gardeners. But until the shift occurs, using imagination to dull the pain of their NPC presence empowers me.
I’ve also discovered the easy out of labeling unpleasant behavior in myself as Archon-implant-generated. That unprompted urge to fly off the handle? I can sense something just slavering for an eruption of unhinged reactivity. It’s nice to imagine I’m dancing with the mega-dragons, but the disgruntlement I experience is too grubby to imagine a dragon had anything to do with it.
Mostly, I’m no longer heeding those Archon pokes. I’ve started glancing toward the rafters and saying out loud, “Eff off, Archons! You don’t belong here, and I’m not going to feed your unholy appetite. You’re not welcome, you cannot stay. GET. OUT. NOW.”
Followed by affirmations of the Light. Best not to leave a void.
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The best thing about labeling people as NPC’s and behavior as Archon-prompted is that veracity is unnecessary. After all, some might argue there’s no such thing as real-life NPCs. We’re all human beings with souls. And Archons are just a myth.
Those descriptors are simply hooks on which to hang situations or behaviors that I don’t want sullying my rising reality. They remind me that I needn’t allow undesirable outside or internal influences (of whatever origin) to shape my thinking, emotions, or behavior. I may not always catch myself in time to avoid some sputtering, like a teakettle on the boil, but I’m experiencing increasing equanimity even within the discomfort.
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Somehow, without needing to stage-manage things, my inner and outer lives are drifting upward, like a cork raft in a very salty ocean. The water is rising, and there’s nowhere to go but up.
I can jettison old baggage off the raft without needing to open it up again. Just dump it, and move on. I take the words of Universe to heart:
Nothing needs to be explained, justified, or even understood to move beyond it, transformed, wings afoot, chariots aflame, angels on high, sparkles trailing, fuzzy dice on the mirror…
Did you catch it? Nothing needs to be explained, justified, or even understood to move beyond it.
~ TUT.com
