Humans, for quite some time now, seem to think the only real worry in their day-to-day life is staying alive and keeping their bodies somewhat intact. The minor worries, although ultimately the worries that actually keep our minds the most occupied with thought, are the “lessor” concerns—roughly in this order of priority: money, relationships, happiness (a consequence of keeping the first on the list in a satisfactory balance.) I won’t quibble on this order, or even on this list; I just threw it out there off the top of my mind. My point is that people will worry more about the quantity of life than the quality—but in reality it is the quality of life that will impact them the greatest if effort isn’t made to keep it high. Most people whom I have met through my psychotherapy practice don’t believe this—neither do I more often than I would care to admit.
Let me put this another way, I believe that most people will worry more about dying and/or getting sick than they will worry about losing their soul. I don’t mean the kind of soul loss that Faustus and Mephistopheles wrangled with. I mean the sort of loss that happens throughout a lifetime, usually very slowly and almost unnoticeably. Of course many people are indeed aware of this sort of loss and make every effort to avoid it—they nurture friendships, relationships with family, and deep romantic relationships with partners. People can, if they put their mind to it, avoid the major pitfalls in relationship-tending such as betrayals, deceits, trust breaches, and abandonment. If you really keep your wits about you and your ego in check, most of these sorts of boundary crossings have some sort of psychological logic to them. Through communication and understanding we can generally resolve them. At least up until now.
Enter Covid, and all that came with it: masks, social distancing, restrictions on gathering, socializing, travel—basically restricting many things that make us human. Enter the wedge—the defining factors of who believes what and to which tribe you belong. Enter the Great Divide.
What makes Covid and this divide it has created special is that it defies any sort of logical reasoning we have used on our journey through life thus far. In fact, there is a very deep and profound lack of rational sense to any of it and thus leaves us thoroughly confused and dismayed. Since I am on the side of the fence that defies the mainstream narrative, am not vaccinated, and believes this entire catastrophic assault to humanity to be something the world has never seen, I can confidently say I have no concept as to why anyone would be on any other side of this argument than this one.
When this farce began it felt as if we were all in the same boat, only some of us seemed more tuned in, more educated, and maybe even more insightful—at the very least one common denominator was a rather untrusting suspicion of government and authority. But things quickly changed when no one seemed to be interested in listening to us when we insisted that masks didn’t work, that lockdowns would destroy the very thing it was intended to save, and that nothing the officials were saying seemed to have any basis in science. Not only were we not listened to, we were ridiculed, slandered, ostracized—and that was early on, we had no idea what was in store for us when the vaccines came on the scene. Then the whole thing turned into something out of Bizarro World where up was down and down was up. What could be happening?
After more and more evidence surfaced proving our view was the correct one, a term was applied to everyone else still following the mainstream narrative: mass formation psychosis. That’s pretty serious—to imply a huge number of human beings were experiencing a form of cult psychosis, which means they had actually departed from consensus reality. But what else could explain it?
Friendships started to collapse under the strain, one half of the relationship believing in a ridged, non informed, largely superstitious belief, while the other adhering to common sense and an informed reality—which in fact left room for disagreement, flexibility, and new information. Imagine that. Families split, sibling against sibling, parents against children. Partnerships blew apart leaving no room for compromise and resolve leaving only an intense frustration that one partner could not see obvious truth directly in front of them. Yes, I am being particularly harsh, but I am only trying to express what this feels like to those of us on this side of the divide. I am reluctant to say the other side must feel something similarly frustrating, but I am not sure if they do. They are so unwilling to actually talk it out, to make argument, and discuss the situation or topic at hand—at least in my experience that has been the case. This is probably one of the most frustrating aspects of being in an intimate relationship of this sort—to be with a partner who is not even willing to try to understand why you believe what you believe. Why are they not even a bit confused and curious why the person they love sees this situation so differently? This is the hallmark of a healthy love relationship—to be willing to be curious about your partner’s subjective reality.
I have a friend in Washington DC who is at odds with her husband who wants their kids all vaccinated, four ranging from 6 to 18. The older kids are pushing for it as well in order to be allowed to participate in school sports programs. The mother has taken them to live in Florida where the rules are less stringent. I doubt if the marriage survives. There are hundreds of other stories of dear friends suddenly refusing to help in personal times of great need, to care for a child for example. There are many stories of family members shutting out other family members and not allowing them to participate in holidays or other family events. It seems so many of these stories have such ugly behaviour at the core of them—a vindictive quality that is difficult to describe. The ugliness almost exclusively coming from the pro narrative side.
This is the silent war that runs underneath the fears and angst that permeate this “pandemic.” In my opinion it is the war that tears at the fabric of our society and poisons the very core of humanity. The bonds of friendship, family, and partner relationships are typically built on soul connections, and when they are split apart due to a discord between belief in an illusory reality and belief in a logical and rational reality of science and reason, as well as intuition and common sense, that rip cuts the soul. And this tear apart does not result in a casual “we can agree to disagree” but a psychotic obsession of ugliness and hate. Which seems so disproportionate to the situation itself. We are willing to talk, to discuss, and to sort out the issues. Those on the other side of the divide do not seem to be willing to do that. The relationships that are slashed apart leave us confused and heartbroken. They defy the logic in typical relationship discord I wrote of earlier, and the pain experienced through their demise can have very long lasting effect—sometimes as long as a lifetime.
This is all so toxic and caustic it seems that it is clearly part of the agenda at hand. We have heard many times how “they” want to divide us, to have us at each other’s throats. Of course “divide and conquer” has always been a common tactic in warfare. The mass psychosis hypothesis seems to be one that can answer a lot of questions—why is this argument so stilted and impossible to discuss reasonably and intelligently? Why are people so willing to stick with nonsensical conclusions when clearly the facts they use to support those conclusions have been proven wrong? Why is there so much hate in their presentation? Psychosis is a mental state, but there is some argument that a physical intervention has also taken place—5G, chemical elements included in the vaccine, are among several ideas. Whatever it is, it has created a divide, a great divide, and we are all suffering as a result.
I cannot offer any solution except to stand our ground—either continue the fight with the determination to convince (which, if the mass psychosis hypotheses proves true, is a futile effort) or simply avoid the conflict and hope for a time when this cloud of delusion passes. Neither one of these choices seem promising.
As you so ably point out we’re trapped in a world of delusional ideation. Buried at the heart of this is betrayal. So from a therapeutic or compassionate stance how do we support others in reaching satisfactory resolution without ourselves falling victims to this betrayal?
I've come to believe that one of the fuel sources for the mass delusional psychosis (in addition to fear, which was the catalyst), is pathological narcissism. Now not only unchecked but actually encouraged and promoted as a virtue, excessive focus on the self and its perceived emotional needs appears to be sustaining the larger delusional illness. I see this expressed everywhere in Los Angeles, where I live and work. I will be writing more about this in my own Substack later this month.