Basking in the winter sun. So sublime. If I didn’t look at my trusted news services I wouldn’t know a damn thing. No flak in the sky from antiaircraft guns, no sounds of missiles whistling by, only an occasional chemtrail floats high in the sky, and we all know that is nothing to be concerned about. Ah, the 21st Century sounds of war—a “war” with no discernable signs, at least none detectable by the senses. Nanoparticles, viruses (or whatever the hell they are calling those tiny critters these days), spy balloons high in the sky (oh wait, we were SUPPOSED to see THAT) a war in Oceanania, no wait, Eurasia, or was it Eastasia? Whatever, I can’t hear it from here so who cares. Maybe those really tiny, or far away, things I mentioned are real. But if I don’t see ‘em, or feel ‘em, or hear ‘em, or taste ‘em, then, well, I am not to be bothered. Ahhh. Bliss. Maybe I’ll go on a cruise.
Speaking of cruises. My wife and I booked a little one for the end of March. They are the only get-aways we bother with these days. And guess what? Just two days ago they “changed their Covid policy” and announced that anyone over 18 “must be vaccinated”—TWO regular shots, plus at least ONE booster. Imagine that. They have a no refund policy, and we had already paid in full. My wife wasn’t happy, and to her credit, she didn’t jump on me to get the jab (thank you.) But she wanted that money back…at the very least…so did I. They responded with offering an exemption, “your husband can come onboard unvaccinated.” Thanks, oh Great One. I am tempted to wear my CJ Hopkins “inverted V” t-shirt, which stands for, big and bold, “I AM NOT VACCINATED”—and scare all the blue haired cruisers away from the pool.
This cruise line, some time last year, sent out a survey asking questions like: “Would you be more likely or less likely (circle one) to book a cruise if we mandated vaccination.” Gee, might as well ask, “would you be more likely or less likely to book a cruise if we allowed black people on board with you?” Anyway, I guess we are still going, me with my t-shirt.
See, for me, or any of us unvaxxed, we can occasionally smell the war. But for the sheep, the sun is now always shining. At least until the big ax falls, and the other shoe drops. But by then they won’t know what hit them, and there will be so many impressive things to blame, they will have a difficult time choosing: climate change, long Covid, Putin, spy balloons, toxic chemical plumes…whatever. This agenda has a long life, and no matter how many chunks of skin our shrew bites take out of it, it will still be trudging along.
I seem to be perpetually walking on eggshells these days. As the marked apostate, there really is no certainty I will not get hit with some odd persecution designed just to make a point or further some other nefarious purpose. All of us with intact DNA suffer this uncertainty, and I think this particular fear is here to stay—at least until Moses comes down from the mountain declaring the true authority. I, for one, do not want to live this way, not for another minute. It is just all too easy to make these totally unscientific proclamations and then hear the mind-numbing phrase, “They must know what they are doing.”
I also am sick and tired of seeing idiots with masks everywhere I turn, and hearing the equally mind-numbing phrase, “It’s a free country, people can wear masks if they want to.” I do not wish for the pendulum to swing so hard the other way that it becomes illegal to wear a mask (fat chance), but I do wish for people to grow a few more brain cells and understand that the reason they think they want to wear a mask has no scientific, or logical, foundation. I want people to use common sense in realizing wearing a mask for no reason is not an expression of personal freedom, but is in fact a demoralizing act that has repercussions as far as can be imagined. The only way for this desire to even have a chance of becoming reality is for this worldwide insanity to stop, and for this massive global evil-structure to come tumbling down. Just like Jericho.
I have heard a bunch of “looks like good news” stories over the past couple of weeks though. David Martin has something interesting going on (this may be old news by the time you read this), several mandate efforts have been shot down, Sweden and Thailand are doing some cool stuff, Idaho is trying to pass a law making it illegal to jab people with any mRNA concoction. Yippee.
No, seriously, I shouldn’t be flippant. This is all good news. But at the same time, Canada’s Public Enemy Number One, True-Lies-Tru-Dough, got off the hook with not even a slap on the wrist for invoking the Emergency Act to rid his front lawn of peaceful protestors and annoying Bouncy Castles. New Zealand is chasing down their unvaxxed Hounds of Hell to jab them (this may be old news). The CDC and ACIP recently voted to add the unlicensed Covid shot to the insanely overburdened childhood catalog of injections, and God knows what other atrocities are playing out right under our noses.
But let’s stick with the good news, shall we. Let’s say we are making inroads, and this behemoth will eventually come down. Assuming it does happen, it will likely not happen in really clear, discernible, steps. It is difficult to tell if this juggernaut has been compromised at all with all the shrew activity over the past years…it could, however, be critically damaged, and if so, it could completely collapse with very little direct effort. But then again, it may not have been compromised at all.
As per my above cruise story, I think we still have a way to go. It may be on its way, but I believe it requires a fully compromising structure failure. Most large systems require this, and although this compromising hit seems like a formidable task, keep in mind the destruction of the Death Star just needed one crucial hit—“like bullseyeing womp rats with a T-16 back home.” We only need a Luke Skywalker to do it…or maybe just a few well-placed shrews.
Full disclosure,
I just skimmed your article.
But you seem to be faithful to the quest to understand our roles in this war.
I've started to build a new hypothesis and roll it around to see if it can stand up to my presumptions.
What if the gap between the leaders and the followers continues to widen? What if this Earth is a Dojo, and some of us are here to grow and stretch ourselves and to stretch our understanding of the generous heart of God and the theory that the universe has endless abundance, while some of us are just extras in this theatre?
I know some followers, or sheep as we call them, who seem to live under perpetually sunny skies in spite of the fact that there is a grid of chemtrails overhead every day.
I don't think they will ever get it. I don't even think it will matter for them if they got the stab and proceeded to die of "natural causes" three hundred and eleven days after (which seems to be the average). https://open.substack.com/pub/stevekirsch/p/game-over-medicare-data-shows-the?r=ohen0&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
Maybe we are not here to save them. Maybe we are here to save ourselves and make our lives as close to a work of art as possible.
There seems to be some consistency in the rules of this war. For those who resist the poison and refuse to surrender their sovereignty but lift themselves into a more sovereign posture with every affront from the demons in this Dojo, there are consistent gains.
You said no to a shot for a ride on a ship; the demons in charge said, "OK, let this one Shrew past; there is plenty of loosh on the boat already." Just like that, you step out of the game that they are playing.
I keep seeing this over and over. It's as if we are playing by different rules than the followers, and we get a completely different experience. Maybe that's the whole game. Maybe we just draw our boundaries, step into our sovereignty, as jolting as it is, and get moved to the next level of this game.
For those who are terrified of sovereignty, there are other options. They can continue to bicker among themselves about how the blue overlords are better than the red overlords and vice versa. Some might spend their whole lives not claiming their sovereignty but sacrificing themselves to save the sheep instead. This is their capacity.
What if, swallow, what if we just have a different capacity than the sheep, and we cannot expect them to want sovereignty? What if we will not gain our sovereignty by dragging them along but by leaving them where they are and going on without them?
Maybe the lesson is that we all have to do this alone. We can't drag anyone with us for support. Maybe sovereignty is for the sojourners.
Uh Oh, "Anti-vax conspiracy theorist Todd Hayen catches lyme disease, hep B and monkey pox on cruise in late March. Self-described 'shrew' has been known to spew, spread, promote and peddle anti-vax conspiracy theories, only to become a victim himself of several preventable diseases. Experts believe that had he been vaccinated, many of his maladies would not have been contracted. In addition, Edith Smith (85), the organizer of several non-profits focused on saving puppies, is in hospital with a heart condition, having seen Hayen's controversial anti-vax shirt. Said Smith, "This selfish man boarded our cruise knowingly unprotected and wore a very rude shirt. When I saw this shirt my heart started skipping a beat and here I am in hospital with myocarditis."