The Globalist Game of Musical Chairs

a NWO model game for the unelected Masters of Our Universe

So today as the fam and I were packin' up some regular / non-musical chairs (another story but we'z gettin' outta town slowly but surely...) I took a little breather to read my ee-mailz, and something struck me as a perfect metaphor for Mr. Global's game and and how we pawns are being played... MUSICAL CHAIRS!

Tessa Lena (a great writer worth reading here! ) brought up musical chairs in this recent article published by Mercola, so seeing just what an apt metaphor it was, I took the “foller the bouncing ball” lead to heart and ran with it! Here’s her quote that got me started (my emphasis):

The soulless Machine wants to eat us all, and to the mafia bosses, we are all the same, like little ants. They’ve been hurting us in turns and laughing at how gullible we have been for centuries on end. They’ve been telling us that the game of musical chairs is the game we have to play.

I believe the analogy is SO apt that, feeling like a BeeHive Hairdresser, I just had to (wait fer it) "tease it out" because it was just so PERFECT. Here ya go:

1. You start out and there are almost enough chairs for everyone, just one seat too few. So we take a world where there is plenty and those missing a seat are only seat-less because THAT is the game, it's set up that way, not because there are REALLY too few chairs (artificial / manmade scarcity). The game runners (show runners) could easily pull up another chair...but they don't.

2. You play music, normally a nice stress free distraction people enjoy. However otherwise enjoyable music (the music of life!) is given new meaning here because those in power can take it away at will and by whim (cue a dastardly laugh) and thus you are told that when the music STOPS someone will lose their "seat" --they will lose and become an OUTCAST literally, the resource-access removed, the person sent away (outside the magic circle).
   
   So now the playing of music provokes ANXIETY, as you know the moment it stops (the moment it is STOPPED by the unseen hand), someone will SUFFER and be EXILED.
   
   It’s reprogramming the mind to fear music, like in Brave New World where babies are programmed to forever hate roses and flowers, associating them with horrors and pain. Music = pending doom, banishment, no chair (no valued resources)!
   

   

   …it “looked” innocent and fun but…THERE WILL BE TEARS…
   
   It's also a bit like Shirley Jackson's the Lottery—normalized herewith like a "game," and EVERYONE must participate here too—y'all must show up. One person will be stoned to death, then everyone goes home (them’s the rules). They have stoicly accepted this is how it goes. Like the Watership Down bunnies in Cowslip’s Warren living their bunny lives knowing in the back of their minds that someone will be culled at night by the hidden Morlock bunnies. The culling is set to music. The Globalists (owners of the Illuminati Hands on the Tuner Dials) get people used to playing this "game" (they’ve been running it for a long time but have promoted it greatly over the past couple years); over time they take away more resources (chairs) and remove more people (increasing number of outcasts /losers/ those sacrificed). They “tune up” the temperature as players habituate themselves to the game.

3. The game encourages those yet IN (those who remain in) to steal resources (i.e. their seat—or as we saw in 2020, Toilet Paper!)—or just try n’ hoard them even (tricky tactics like pausing early, when you “think” the music will stop) ! Oh yes, in the stadium seats THEY watch the peons try to beat each other at this crazy game…ruthlessly.
   
   Players are encouraged to work against their fellow gamers (don't trust the person next to you to share their seat--it's against the rules!), to grab or push or shove to get their proverbial "tushies" on the limited resources / chairs and hip-smack the other guy off. Foul play flourishes. The way it’s played by design also encourages competitors to cheer (gloat!) when they snag their hot seat and jeer the person who loses that seat—"Yer OUT!" or "Ah, that's you, CindyLou--ha ha finger-point finger-point--now “git” offa the floor and go over there, yer not in the game."

4. While players smile and laugh their way through the somewhat devious game, exhausting themselves walking (literally!) in circles, making themselves dizzy and outta breath, they are "playing" their own eventual exile, their own cancellation, their own removal from the "resources" they need.

5. They end up with nothing--only one person wins this game, only one chair and one rump on it. They will own nothing and they will be happy (without a seat, here take the durned floor); they played the game and they even smiled while doing it, taking foolish pleasure out of the removal of their own resources and the narrowing of the competitive pool (which gives them the illusion of having better odds). This is as planned, it's clearly culling the herd (may the fittest or...most ruthless or most nimble...survive) and promoting the winner-take-all rise to glory which is SO very WEF /NWO and all that (AFU if ya ask me!).
   

   Then...no more music. GAME OVER. The cheese (the BIG CHEESE) stands alone.

A few reflections...

Those who are first to drop out of the game are not so dissimliar as people culled first in the Game of Great Reset (not a comprehensive list)... SLOW people, WEAK people, CLUMSY people, DISTRACTED people, UNWELL people (arthritic, etc), HANDICAPPED people, OLD people, LITTLE people with short legs (the youngest, obviously), OBESE people (who may fit in with the slow crowd), ASD /ADHD people (head-in-the-clouds / distracted) and so on...

And so you have it, THE GLOBALIST GAME of MUSICAL CHAIRS!
Question is, will you PLAY?

game for real games, but not for this Dark Monkey Business!
Daisy

ps A BETTER (GOOFIER) VERSION

I know the actual game of Musical Chairs is played in innocence and is definitely not so bad a’tall — many enjoy it. But since I personally never loved it so much, when my girls were young we played a far funnier (and imho funner) version. I'll share it with y'all in case some of ya have kiddos young enough to play.

MUSICAL COSTUMES...

1. You take as many silly old clothes as you can find -- old Halloween costumes, those ugly sweaters you should have given-away back in 1992, Auntie Hoo Haws moth-eaten hand-me-down furs, Uncle Elmer's galoshes that your brother didn't want but was given anyway... and HATS as many and as goofy as exist there, scarves are also good. Throw them all in a messy pile in the middle of the room.

2. Now you have a giant PILE of FUNKY DUDS in the middle. No chairs needed. Someone (parent, older sibling) plays music. It can be live or canned. (imho Pop Goes the Weasel is good, it can be a punky cover. I also favor "Yakety Sax" and "I Like Bread n' Butter" but I'm a little quirky.). Hey...

3. When the music stops each kid grabs a clothing item (1) and puts it on QUICKLY. It can go anywharz (sweater sleeves as pants and yes, the old girdle on the head is funny y'all). Music starts again without much delay--so a few kids are hopping while they tug on hats or sleeves--it's all good fun.

4. RINSE, REPEAT: Music keeps goin' and stopping with each kid taking another piece at the stop. NOBODY is "out." When the last kid nabs the last piece in the pile, the game ends. All the absurdly dressed children (er, we grown-ups play this too) gather for a photo (or two or three or more--they enjoy this!) and are encouraged to romp around absurdly for a little while while we grownups finish our coffee.

5. Photos are shared (digitally--sigh) but we've seen some cute Polaroids too (some kids have this mini kind).
   
   VARIATION... sometimes at the end the kids spontaneously vote on the "get ups" and award ad-hoc prizes like the "Crazy Cat Lady" award or "Most likely to trip over their own 2 feet" and other such.