Donald Trump, Donnie Darko, And The Manipulation Of Fate

by Travis Mateer

I’ve been thinking about this picture a lot since it was given to me recently. The name of the artist has since echoed synchronistically during my daily activities, most recently through the name of the drinking establishment in Missoula I’m currently parked in front of. Names, how they echo, and what they signify, have played a significant role in how I explore underlying narratives moving beneath the surface of consensus reality.

So, are you ready for story time, boys and girls? Ok, let’s get to it.

In hindsight of yesterday’s attempted assassination of Donald Trump, the dismissal of a case against a man who PLAYS Trump less than 48 hours before the shots rang out is very interesting. Also, rabbits.

What the hell is up with all the goddamn rabbits, boys?

When I went to look up some info on the Púca, which is the weird trickster energy I think is being invoked here, I got a name-echo that I was already primed to pay attention to. Why? Because THOMAS is both the name of Donald Trump’s attempted assassin, and the name of my father. From the link (emphasis mine):

The púca may be regarded as being either menacing or beneficial. Fairy mythologist Thomas Keightley said “notions respecting it are very vague”, and in a brief description gives an account collected by Croker from a boy living near Killarney that “old people used to say that the Pookas were very numerous … long ago … , were wicked-minded, black-looking, bad things … that would come in the form of wild colts, with chains hanging about them”, and that did much to harm unwary travellers. Also, little bad boys and girls were warned not to eat overripe blackberries, because this was a sign that the pooka has entered them.

Ok, I explained why I emphasized the name THOMAS, but why CROKER and COLTS? Well, because Croker is a vague echo of the presidential shooter’s last name, CROOKS, and COLT is the type of gun (F.lli Pietta long Colt 45 revolver, to be exact) Alec Baldwin used in the film Rust.

Rust? Isn’t that the name of a certain True Detective character played by MATTHEW McConaughey? Yeah, the one with the Daddy named Travis in the fourth season. Is this getting weird enough yet?

I’d say it’s been weird for a LONG time, but that’s because I’ve been studying the occult for long enough to know some VERY STRANGE things are happening, and the degree of manipulation I suspect is involved is too difficult to fathom, for most.

Not artists, though. I believe those of us actively mining our own creative depths for insights have known that this world operates along channels that differ greatly from what we’ve been told by parents, teachers, and other well-meaning, but false, conveyors of consensus reality when the reality is nothing is what it seems.

MATTHEW, of course, is the middle name of the would-be assassin. It’s also a book in the Bible where a piece of scripture is often used to discourage the reporting of sexual assault. I think this resonates with the fact Trump’s least-talked-about accuser, Katie Johnson, got VERY close to derailing Trump’s presidential rise, but backed out when very strange things started happening, and, wouldn’t you know, strange things have been happening around that name again.

I’ll wrap this post up by saying how disappointed I was to hear people around me last night express such dismay that the shooter missed. Instead of getting upset at this short-sighted and ill-informed sentiment that comes from listening to WAY TOO MUCH corporate media, I’ll model the behavior I’d like to see, and that’s to counter this insanity with ACTS OF CREATION!

The political backdrop of Donnie Darko includes another president who survived a bullet, not DONALD, but RONALD. Also, some dumbass in a tank named Michael.

Until I took this screenshot, I hadn’t noticed the little owl magnet on the refrigerator, but that will have to wait for a later post because now what I think my community needs is my LEGO LOVE!

And, if I’m in the mood, a little music.

Here’s a song I just wrote about my Daddy issues, and it even has a few lines for Donnie (not Donald). Because this world is SO MUCH WEIRDER than you can imagine.

If you appreciate my weird perspective on esoteric presidential matters, consider donating to Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF), although I think something may be BLOCKING my attempt to solicit fund online.

Regardless, I’ll be getting back to the local reporting our local elites are trying to SHUT DOWN tomorrow.

Thanks for reading!