Pay a Bunch of Attention to the Rainbow Coming Out of the Whales, Dolphins and Unicorns

Buckle up TIGHT, Timmy.

Da-da never thought of himself as prescient: he doesn't have the haircut for it. But like Hannibal Smith always said on A-Team... yeah, well. You get the idea. Perhaps Da-da should move through this in little steps. Here goes.

First, let's go back to Da-da's dream-post for December 21, 2012:

Pay No Attention to the Planetary Meiosis and Mitosis Happening in Front
of the Curtain: Da-da's Sky Anomaly Report From the Field #47

Start reading at, "Now it gets weird."

Back to the present: Da-da read this today at in5d.com:

Hypnotized Client Reveals Upcoming Ascension Event

In5D Note: While under QHHT hypnosis, a subject talks about impending ascension and what we can expect. Admittedly, the subject stated that there will be pain before the event, but it seems that the pain is associated with the thought of leaving loved ones behind which, according to this subject, will occur. Despite the pain that the subject speaks of, there are many inspiring messages throughout this reading. ... enjoy!

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It really gets started after all the stuff about colors.

Strangely, or perhaps shockingly, this hypnotized person saw exactly the same thing Da-da saw back in December, 2012 -- but in a whole lot more detail and in awesome technicolor. Oh, and that it's going to be happening, say, in the next few weeks. Sure, Da-da's version invoked donut mitosis, but that's beside the point. When ONE wacky person sees something in a dream, you throw rocks. When TWO wacky people see the same thing in a dream state... you throw more rocks, but you do so running in the direction indicated in the prospectus.

Like Da-da keeps saying at parties he's not invited to: he takes everything at face value, because it's all part of the same movie. But when he sees what goes on behind the screen... and then someone else sees the exact same cosmic weirdness... well, he ellipses all over the place. Correlation? Pattern? Too early to tell? Da-da's head, such as it is, has no idea, but his gut knows plenty. Did Da-da just call himself fat?

Da-da highly recommends relaxing about all this. A lot. Slow that heartbeat down. If the world suddenly explodes with technicolor light like LSD Barney blotter in a cosmic blender, just reassure everyone that everything's gonna be ok, except for those poor unfortunates in the DOWN elevator (they'll come back UP eventually). In the meantime, like the dolphins said before they left this version of the earth, en masse, shooting rainbows out their... well, never mind.

Da-da prefers the BBC version, but this one's good, too.

Whales and unicorns all checked out early, too. Strangely, they left all their krill baggage and horn polish behind. Who knew? Needless to say, buckle up, Timmy.

Pay No Attention to the Planetary Meiosis and Mitosis Happening in Front of the Curtain: Da-da's Sky Anomaly Report From the Field #47

Buckle up, Timmy.

This one's a little weird, even for Da-da. But it's a GOOD weird.

It started normally, if a little over-caffeinatedly. Da-da was sleepless most of last night, though not with kid wrangling duties or a preoccupation with Cheermageddon. Cheerpocalypse? No, it involved a quick holiday jaunt to visit friends and mental patients (recovering parents) on the West Coast, where Da-da was inexplicably forced to lay awake most of last night -- yes, sober -- in a quiet guest room, window open, unable to stop himself from hearing the low, ominous rumble coming from outside. The sound lasted from about 11:00 pm to about 3:30 am PST, above -- or below -- Northern California. Then it stopped. There was no rain, no wind during the event, and the sky was overcast. Stranger still, this was the same place Da-da heard his last sky-sound anomaly ("Pay No Attention to the Clown Banging a Shield Behind the Curtain").

What was it?

Well, Da-da knows what it wasn't. Da-da grew up near Edwards Air Force Base, among others, so he knows well the sounds of the Jet Age. He also lives in the flight path (who doesn't?) of a major metropolitan airport, so he can safely say that the sound wasn't jet engines.

Having lived through big 7.0+ earthquakes in California -- and about a million little ones (4's, 5's and 6's) -- Da-da can reliably say that it sounded kinda like the way an earthquake does before it reaches you (like parents, some move faster than others). He stepped outside for a better listen, as sometimes you can hear an earthquake coming, like a freight train coming over a hill 200 miles an hour. But this sound was different: deeper. And everywhere. Omni-basso profundo.

Now it gets weird.

First, the disclosure part. Sure, Da-da's central nervous system has been stunned and beaten and shaved and painted blue and left in a cold dumpster by renegade KinderGraders, but parenthood occasionally drags around a preternatural sixth-sense blankie with it, giving afflicted parents a higher level of intuition -- or maybe it was there all along and Da-da never paid any attention to it. Whatever you call it, this ability sometimes gives Da-da a step on Entropy's zigzag pass route, allowing him to guess correctly when he needs to catch barf above gramma's sofa, or snag something sharp and pointy out of the air before it's coincident in space-time with some kid's head. It's not all obviation, though.

Put simply, after Da-da wondered aloud what was going on, he suddenly had a movie clip pop up on his cranial drive-in screen. Da-da knows this sounds strange (ok, source considered), but he saw the earth as a giant cosmic cell undergoing some kind of geo-spiritual meiosis and mitosis. The planet divided up its genetic material -- with more on one side -- then split into two planets. One went UP to... another universe? somewhere... with most of the genetic material, while the other went... well, nowhere, with hardly any genetic material. One was light, the other dark. One glowed cosmic vanilla, the other drabbed out a muddy brown. Here's what Da-da's talking about, illustrated with chocolate jelly donuts. (Sorry, Da-da didn't have any vanilla jelly donuts.)

Now there are TWO chocolate-earth jelly donuts! Actually, one was vanilla, and the chocolate one tasted BAD.
Who knew bio-metaphysical psycho-pastry imagery could be so enlightening? [img courtesy exophrine]

Suffice to say that Da-da registered that the majority of humanity had turned a cosmic vanilla corner, and that we're all gonna get some well-needed, ontological breathing room... along with less war, better donuts and donut parties, and season tickets to whatever we want. Oh, and chili burgers and antacid tablets are all now half-price.

There was more. Like there needs to be more?

Da-da was also made to intuit that we're supposed to drink less alcohol (or maybe Da-da's supposed to drink less alcohol), and that our tastes are gonna change. And time will be different -- LONGER (so that time you spend with your attorney will now be an, "attornity," the portmanteau billed accordingly). And we're all gonna start eating less meat and more fruit and veggies, and get more exercise and THRIVE a lot more, and turn into telepaths (telepaths?), the better to realize we're all ONE GIANT MEGABEING, whoa. And, of course, we're all gonna develop pointy ears and Go Where No Man Has... ok, ok. Suffice to say that the word for 2013 and Beyond will be: "FASCINATING." On a lot of levels. And we don't have to sacrifice any more red shirts to make it happen.

Come on, humanity looks GOOD in blue.

 
And hey, don't shoot the messenger. It was just a dream. Sure, it occurred while Da-da was awake and hearing some weird sky anomalies, but don't let that sway you. Da-da reports things prima facie; he has to, as his reason was destroyed by small children and rebuilt from dusty TRS-80 parts, leaving his floppy mind in a kind of permanent, "Robotic Field Reporting" mode -- yes, the rest of him coming from some old novelty vending machine: drop a coin, pull a knob, have some fun.

Hey, look everybody! Da-da's here!

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You know, if you look closely at the above image, you can tell that:
1. the actress is actually kinda cute, and
2. she's trying not to laugh.