Cali Encounters of the Third Density

New Post 6/21/2025

As summer arrives, it's Cali Encounters of the Third Density—a season where emotions swell, especially in Southern California, which serves as an energetic nerve center for the collective psyche. Los Angeles is ground zero. Anti-ICE protests have erupted with intensity, grabbing headlines and social feeds. But look closer, and the orchestration reveals itself: these protests are being bankrolled by the same elite parasites who manipulate narratives for personal gain.

Behind the noise, real chaos is unfolding.

Massive ICE operations kicked off in Los Angeles. A local business owner locks ICE agents inside his store. Tensions explode. Crowds gather. Eggs are hurled at agents and their vehicles. In response, the federal government goes full force: FBI, National Guard, and even Marines are deployed to back ICE. All because leftist protestors began issuing threats against federal agents.

But while fingers point at “racist ICE agents,” ask the deeper question: Who exposed these communities in the first place? It was the very leadership of Democratic-run sanctuary cities.

For years, many undocumented workers—law-abiding folks living low-key lives—held down jobs at Home Depot, landscaped the suburbs, and cleaned homes in the hills. Quiet, stable, unassuming.

But then that fragile ecosystem was shattered.

Why? Because the Democrats used these people as political pawns. They detonated the entire balance with reckless policies—most notoriously, their open-border stance. The result? A flood of migrants, including a majority of violent offenders. And what did these newcomers receive? Credit cards. Hotel rooms. Phones. Vouchers. Healthcare. All subsidized on the American taxpayers’ dime.

This wasn’t out of compassion. It was a calculated play.

A mass voter registration scheme masquerading as humanitarian aid. No ID required. No vetting. Under military operations, within the framework of continuity of government, a special Executive Order targeting federal election fraud has turned political games into matters of national security—with military-grade consequences.

This is what it means to “blow up the spot.” And the Dems made the block HOT.

Imagine a clean, quiet dispensary—so professional, even the cops leave it alone. Then a new crew shows up: pushing meth, coke, big pharma pills, alcohol to kids. Suddenly it’s a threat. Now the feds move in. Everyone gets cuffed. Even the original good guys. And the place is shut down.

That’s L.A. right now. And other sanctuary cities too. A full-scale sweep. Arrest now, ask questions later. Even officials who obstruct justice are getting caught in the net.

Undocumented immigrants—many of whom just wanted a life of peace—got thrown into the fire. Used. Exploited. Then abandoned. And now the very architects of that destruction are blaming the ones cleaning up the mess.

But cleanup is here. Like it or not.

And the Left still doesn’t get it. They weaponized human lives—illegal migrants, gullible activists, the kool-aid drinking liberals—and now those same lives are facing real-world consequences. The price is being paid. In full.

L.A. Mayor Karen Bass has vowed to shield undocumented migrants—pledging city resources to defend those here illegally, even as crime surges and neighborhoods unravel. She claims to protect the people. But in reality, she’s using them. Weaponizing both migrants and communities of color as human shields to defend what may be one of the largest criminal empires in the world and webs of deep state corruption in California.

The Democrat deep state is now in full mobilization mode. They’ve activated their entire bench—the political loyalists they’ve carefully groomed over decades. These are the same architects of urban decay, the same elites who engineered the collapse and destruction of local communities—especially communities of color. And yet, after generations of broken promises and relentless propaganda, the people drank the kool-aid for so long, many still cannot see the betrayal.

It’s full-blown Stockholm Syndrome. They stand with their abusers—marching, fighting, even risking jail or death to defend the very machine that’s been feeding off them for decades. All while turning their rage on the people actually trying to clean up California’s wreckage.

Meanwhile, Head of ICE Tom Homan—with Dr. Phil—dropped a bombshell: the warehouse raided in L.A., which ignited the recent unrest, was a key site in a multi-national money laundering operation. It was tied directly to Mexican and Colombian cartels. According to Homan, that warehouse was just one node in a massive web. Hundreds of millions have flowed through U.S. territory, funding cartel-linked terrorism.

Remember President Trump officially designated those cartels as terrorist organizations. That means anyone enabling them—whether it’s a politician, city official, Hollywood celebrities, or billionaire protest funder—can be charged with aiding and abetting terrorism.

So the question is, as this crucial information is coming to light into the mainstream, does anyone really believe that a sitting U.S. Senator Alex Padilla had no idea what that raid was about? And yet, there he was—emotional, dramatic—bum-rushing the Secretary of Homeland Security during a press conference. Putting on a full-performance jester act, under the guise of being “concerned about immigration.”

Who thinks it's a good idea to bum-rush Homeland Security? Who’s making him do that? Who scripted the performance?

And who’s buying the story that Padilla, the Mayor, the Governor, and every other major figure in California politics didn’t know that the raid was targeting cartel activity—in their own backyard? That they were just innocently standing up for migrants, totally unaware of the criminal enterprise right under their noses?

Or maybe… they did know. Maybe they know exactly where this is headed. Maybe they know the paper trail leads straight back to them.

And maybe, that would explain the sheer panic. That would explain the sudden manufactured outrage. Now they have to double down. Whip up protesting. Complicit billionaires sponsor the events. Paid agitators are recruited. Riots are ignited. Immigration is spun into an emotional smokescreen—weaponizing high-tension emotions in the Mexican, Spanish, and local communities designed to distract, confuse, and buy time.

Time to destroy evidence. Time to rewrite the story. Time to save themselves.

Even Tulsi Gabbard exposed receipts: protestors were being paid. This is a high-stakes cover-up with street theater as a grassroots camouflage.

Here in California, the spell is heavy. This was supposed to be the state—leading the world in spirituality, wellness, sustainability, and conscious evolution. It sold itself as the future of a radiant nexus of green innovation, holistic living, progressive ideals, and cultural awakening.

But behind the yoga mats, matcha lattes, vegan cafés, and climate pledges was something rotten.

The so-called spiritual leadership is fake and infiltrated. The wellness movement was hijacked. Club rats and barflies hang out at ayahuasca ceremonies. Retreat culture became party culture in disguise. The eco-movement got bought out by corporate overlords. Whole Foods peddles fake “organic” imports from Chy-nah. “Conscious living” became a shallow aesthetic—just another N95 mask to cover a deeply unconscious society.

Even the counterculture got compromised. California’s cannabis community—once rooted in healing, a movement of sovereignty and rebellion—has turned into a toxic parody. Moldy weed in turkey bags. Empty-souled suits named Tom, Dick, and Chad run Baby pHARMa operations with investor money and zero culture. That’s why I walked away from that cesspool in 2018.

California didn’t become the beacon. It became the biohazard label.

And while the illusion persists, the reality is 1 in 12 children now has autism. But the majority of Californians remain distracted, desensitized, or pacified—unable or unwilling to confront the unfolding crisis. They still believe they’re living at the forefront of intelligence and progress, while their world collapses around them in real time.

Medical fraud is rampant. Mental illness and addiction are surging. People walk around spiritually hollowed out—siphoned, controlled, manipulated by forces they can’t see, making decisions that aren’t even theirs.

A recent drug bust in San Diego seized 8,000 pounds of meth—one of the largest on record. Thanks to Trump’s border policy and cartel disruption strategies, finally breaking the dope pipeline.

Meanwhile, liberal NPCs continue glitching in sync—screaming into their echo chambers, defending the very chaos machines that are gutting their cities and devouring their communities.

Just recently, California Democrats voted unanimously against lowering gas prices. Not one of them supported relief for struggling families. Not one.

Utilities are broken. Homelessness is an epidemic. Billions vanish into black budgets while nothing gets fixed. The greatest fraud on Earth is unfolding in California—right out in the open.

California is home to some of the most vile schemes. Satanic rituals in plain sight. Normalized pedophilia in entertainment. Intelligence agency psyops, MK-Ultra celebrity puppets, blackmail networks controlling anyone with any influence or power.

Whole neighborhoods and cities have been burned to the ground. And the ones responsible are the same smiling politicians standing in front of news cameras pretending they care. But the average Californian’s pineal gland is calcified beyond repair, with too many distractions. They’re under a trance so deep, they can’t see that the devil is already inside their home— and burning it to the ground with a grin.

A fire survivor in Pacific Palisades recently uncovered arsenic and lead levels more than 22 times above EPA safety limits in her home following a devastating blaze. With no government standards in place for post-fire soil or toxin testing, she paid over $5,000 out of pocket for lab work—only for her insurance to refuse coverage, citing it wasn’t a “direct physical loss.” This leaves fire victims stranded in a toxic wasteland, without recourse or aid as they navigate the fallout.

And while ash settles on scorched homes, the coastline tells another horror story.

Skip the beach this summer. Especially in Southern California. Off California’s cherished coastline, one of the most dangerous environmental catastrophes in modern U.S. history is silently unfolding. Beneath the waves lie over 500,000 barrels of toxic DDT waste—dumped just miles offshore decades ago are now leaking into the Pacific Ocean. DDT (dichloro-diphenyl-trichloroethane) was banned in 1972 due to its devastating health and environmental impacts. Linked to cancer, reproductive harm, immune system damage, and neurological disorders in children. It’s also insanely persistent—refusing to degrade, lingering in the environment for generations. This site is just one of 18 known DDT ocean dump zones across the U.S. The scale is staggering. And the silence is deafening.

Meanwhile, 22 BILLION gallons of raw sewage have spilled into San Diego since 2020—directly tied to Governor Gavin Newsom’s SB507. That bill deactivated vital sewage pumps, allowing human waste to flow unfiltered through the Tijuana River Valley into the Southern California coastline. To make matters worse, a broken pipe in Mexico is now rerouting even more sewage northward—dumping into American waters.

Beaches have been closed for over 1,000 days. Dead birds. Poisoned wildlife. Toxified air and soil. Locals and tourists alike are breathing, swimming, and walking through biological waste. No cleanup crews. No emergency response. No accountability. Just silence from the top. While coastal families get sick and small businesses hemorrhage income, Newsom and his crew preaches climate change while doing nothing about the literal environmental terrorism playing out on their own shores.

And in fire-ravaged Malibu, the nightmare gets worse. Rebuilding is becoming nearly impossible. A local real estate expert reveals that homes lost in the Palisades blaze will now require $3 to $5 million in groundwork before reconstruction can even begin. Why? Because most Malibu homes, built between the 1940s–1960s, run on old septic systems. There’s no city sewer infrastructure. New codes demand full septic replacements, underground seawalls, and excavation and disposal of outdated systems—all before a single nail is hammered or beam laid.

In the aftermath of catastrophic fires, with neighborhoods still in ruins and little progress made on rebuilding, California lawmakers are now pushing a 0.5% sales tax hike, approving six PG&E rate increases in one year, jacking up gas prices, and floating a mileage tax—charging drivers for every mile they travel.

Destroy your land, deny you aid, block your ability to rebuild—and then tax the ashes.

In April 2025, 55 California Democrats voted against making it a felony to purchase 16- and 17-year-old children for sex. Lawmakers deliberately rewrote AB 379, stripping it of felony charges for predators who solicit or pay for sex with minors—unless prosecutors can prove the child was officially trafficked. This means that unless a child carries a legal trafficking label, purchasing them for sex is no longer treated as a serious crime in California. This decision institutionalizes vulnerability.

This is systemic protection of predators, codified into law by parasites in suits who call themselves “leaders,” but in disguise, pushing the ‘Archonic Sexual Misery Program’ agendas.

In plain terms: owning and abusing a teenage sex slave in California is no longer automatically treated as a felony. This is state-enabled child rape. AB 379 was meant to protect vulnerable children. Instead, it’s been gutted and turned into a shield for pedophiles and human traffickers. This is what DEMS-13 stands for — the normalization of exploitation and the protection of the very monsters they pretend to oppose.

On top of that, the California Assembly Public Safety Committee struck down Asm. Carl DeMaio’s AB 897 — a bill that would’ve empowered homeowners to legally remove squatters and enforce eviction orders. But Democrats on the committee voted it down, effectively siding with squatters over property owners. In California, you can be penalized for trying to reclaim your own home, while unauthorized occupants are shielded under the guise of “tenant protection.”

At the Trader Joe’s in Calabasas—one of the wealthiest enclaves in California—over 300 people applied for just three low-wage job openings. That’s the grim reality of the so-called California Dream: desperation disguised as opportunity, scarcity hidden beneath a veneer of luxury. And the cultural anthem of this state, “California Dreamin’” by The Mamas and The Papas—a band led by the father who had an open sexual relationship with his daughter for years. That’s the reflection of the energetic undercurrent of this place.

In a state where infrastructure is crumbling, crime is exploding, and affordability is a myth, California’s leadership somehow believes the solution is to squeeze working Californians even harder. The illusion is breaking. The veil is lifting. And now, a rude awakening is hitting California’s normies—many of whom are realizing, far too late, that the state’s satanic leadership is feasting on them. And yet, astonishingly, even amid the carnage, there are still Californians who parade these same politicians like heroes.

The average vaccinated normie Californian is stuck in survival mode—hustling 25/8 just to keep their head above water. They’re rocking Louis Vuitton sneakers, pushing a baby-mama Benz, sipping $8 fluoridated iced lattes, scarfing Pink’s Hot Dogs or fried seed-oil PF Chang’s, microwaving their brains with AirPods, popping Tylenols and Xannys, and lighting up $60 eighths of nasty dispensary weed—all while barely scraping together rent. But still somehow convinced that they’re “winning” while flexing on IG like they’re living the dream in a state that’s crumbling beneath their feet.

Cali continues its spiral of unconscious self-destruction. Many of its people are unknowingly manifesting realities they don’t even want to experience—dragged down by generational psyops, unresolved karmic loops, and to parasitic dark entity attachments. Escaping this trap requires more than political change. It demands radical inner alchemy: cleansing the body, rewiring the mind, and shifting from selfish survival to Service to Others. It’s a full 180-degree transformation—one few are prepared for. But without it, the spiral only deepens.

But this isn’t just California—it’s global. All across the world, those locked into matrix belief systems are facing the same internal war: a battle of soul vs. system. Even those who’ve lost everything to fire and devastation move like NPCs, stuck in trauma cycles—docile, compliant, unable to rebel. There’s no uprising against the failed cleanup efforts, no outrage over policies that now fine victims for not clearing the wreckage of their own destruction. It’s dystopia disguised as bureaucracy.

There’s a heavy rot energy lingering in the spirit of many defeated Angelenos—a slow decay visible in their posture, their eyes, their silence. It’s a sad, brutal loop trap, a psychic quicksand that swallows resistance before it can spark. And this same frequency echoes through urban centers worldwide. The feast for the dark has been ongoing.

This is spiritual warfare, total and all-encompassing. And it’s devouring those still asleep in the 3D fog—people who’ve lost their compass, their discernment, their flame. The struggle is real. The dissonance is thick. But still, the collective movie must play out. The storm has to brew. Brewing through toxic contamination, regulatory chokeholds, environmental collapse, and crushing economic strain—all converging in the Golden State.

The unraveling of a broken system—long hijacked by dark forces—is now a live spectacle of karmic reckoning. As Napoleon once said, “Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.” And in this moment, the architects of chaos are undoing themselves. Every misstep, every desperate policy, every blatant betrayal is sowing the seeds of their downfall. There’s no need to rush in; space must be given—for their errors to compound, for the lies to collapse under their own weight, and for the truth to rise, undeniable and blinding, before a waking people.

I center this post on California because this has been my home for over three decades. As the fourth-largest economy in the world, California is a global stronghold for the dark force. Purging these parasites is not a weekend mission. It is deep, painful, ongoing spiritual warfare—and it will not be easy.

Beneath the surface, covert operations continue—massive tunnel systems, underground battles, and unseen military campaigns have been quietly underway for years. Now, we see visible military presence, and for the first time, it comes with the approval of the people—sparked by riots, violence, and destabilization. The military isn’t just responding to immigration chaos. That’s a distraction. Their presence marks a surgical campaign, spearheaded by President Trump and the White Hats, to root out entrenched corruption in California. The collateral damage may be massive—harsh, but necessary; grim, but real.

Yet the deeper work—the heart work, the people work—can’t be done from a battlefield. It falls to us. Those who walk among the confused, the broken, and the hypnotized. Those who still hold clarity, conviction, and compassion. It falls to the ones with the eyes to see.

This collapse will be biblical. A modern-day Exodus in motion. And not everyone will make it out. The crash-and-burn isn’t only a spectacle—it’s a summons. A trumpet blast to the ones who see clearly. This is the WRECKONING.

I tell my friends all the time—don’t get mad at me. I’m just the messenger. Saying what most refuse to hear. But I’m also the janitor. I’ll be there to clean it up, too. My Soul Family and I—we’re not just witnesses to this collapse. We’re the stewards and guardians of the aftermath. The ones with brooms and prayers, grounding cords and vision. The karmic waves washing over this land demands patience, resilience, and sacred labor.

When the dust settles, it will be our hands that sweep away the debris, restoring balance, and reseed a new future in New Earth. The work of cleaning up is just as holy as the fight itself.

We are coexisting where Heaven and Hell are both amplifying on Earth. Each Human Soul, depending on their inner alignment, will experience one or the other. For some, this is the height of terror and fragmentation. For others, it’s the pinnacle of joy, divine reunion, and sovereignty. And everyone else floats somewhere in between.

On this Summer Solstice Energy Portal, a great shift is underway—and California stands at the Heart of it. As the light reaches its peak, the old paradigm fractures under pressure. The incoming frequencies are smashing legacy systems, dislodging corrupted structures, and awakening truths buried beneath decades of deception. Expect disruptions in the matrix—glitches in perception, emotional turbulence, and a deep karmic purge across the 3D collective.

California, once the stage for illusion, is now the crucible for transformation. The energies flooding in do not discriminate—they illuminate. And in that light, nothing can hide. This Solstice is a cosmic amplifier, intensifying the collapse, and accelerating the rise. It’s a portal through which decay becomes renewal, and chaos births clarity.

As the karmic wheel spins faster, those still tethered to the false dream will feel disoriented—lost in cycles of emotion, confusion, and collapse. But for the awakened, for those aligned with Soul Purpose and inner truth, this portal is a clarion call. You are being summoned to step into your highest timeline, to embody your multidimensional essence, and to anchor healing and sovereignty on this sacred land.

California—once known as West Lemuria—is being liberated. It is shedding its false skin, undergoing a profound clearing—from below the surface to the highest realms above. What survives this reckoning will be reborn in truth. The stewards of Earth are rising now, called by ancient memory and sacred duty. This Solstice is a moment of remembrance, a call to those who came to cleanse, to restore, and to rebuild. And when the dust finally settles, California will no longer be a psyop dream—it will be the awakened blueprint for a new world.

Blissings, Love & Light.

TG: @drue86 / X: @drue86 / IG: @cosmiclighforce

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