The teetering of supposed to be Hollywood Blockbusters this year has shown you the power AND import of your gaze. YOUR ATTENTION RUNS THE SHIT. That's why t-dawg is always talking about ratings. YOU Are the ratings. Until they all the way have to fabricate them...which they're on the brink of having to do as it is. They want a rapture? they want to disappear? Let them. Treat them as fucking such. No discussion. "You are RAPTURED... GOOD LUCK & GOD BLESS." ...now get on with your life.

Good example: Jamie Lee Curtis and that Chenowenth chick will do just fine on the teat they hedged their beige bets for with Kirk's death. Cahoots is cahoots. Let it BE. No arguing. Duly note where Chris Pratt just told you he lives. No outrage needed. Accept it.

You've had practice doing this with certain family members anyway, so the muscle is there. They're already crying over it, too.

Just... let the miasma of their malevolence evaporate up off of you...with your choosing to not engage their hatred.

Don't worry about "what if they force me to?"

You're not at that place yet. You haven't even tried to do this yet. & ...Every hour you survive this vibrational shift will lessen their ability to force you to do ANYTHING without revealing their hand in ways that'd get them openly castigated and collectively shoved up off your back.

It's not about them in any way. It is not duality. THEY are not the necessary opposite of your existence...unless you allow them to commandeer your holographic experience of life.

You ACTUALLY HAVE ALL THE SAY in YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE OF all of this.