Month: July 2022

Any reason for war is a total, complete, comprehensive, insidious lie.

The Colorado River peaks / Inventing passes, watching beneath / The tide’s abundant tree venom loose / Cannon shot shaft cleanly remove

Bast bast bast the last / Dripping webs so sacrifice / The dreaming dream dreamer up so along / Mining a mucous phlegm all alone

Carrying torches, monkeys, and cream / Developing petals by an atrophied stream / Coming back fishing, coming back clean / Miraculous marvels, the death birds relieved

I was four or five years old when my mother, my one year younger sister, and I were over in the next town to see the pediatrician, Dr. S. None of my memories from this early time are clear; not in a linear way. That said, all my thoughts and memories of visits with Dr. S are pretty friendly, except for one. The memory that is indelibly etched into my mind is of what happened on this particular day.

Our doctor’s office was in a house. You would walk in from the driveway/small parking lot into a basement room which served as a waiting room. The room had the 1950’s – 60’s vintage panelling that worked to make the room feel dim brown. In this case it was a lighter shade of dim. Off of the waiting room was a corridor. Down this hallway were the examination rooms. The hall wasn’t long, and there were maybe three or four rooms. We were going into the first room on the left.

The room was a typical, as seen on TV, primary care physician’s room. There was the obligatory examination table, counters, and cabinets surrounding the room. My sister and I were invited to sit on the table. We dutifully agreed, and got up on the table. We were sitting next to each other. She was to my right, and I to her left, side by side. I’m not sure how my sister felt right at that time. I don’t remember feeling any real nervousness. I can’t remember where our mom was. I do remember following the doctor across the room with my eyes. He made it in the direction of the the door to the room, and got busy with some materials that were there on a like a counter to the right of the door. Dr. S. turned in our direction holding a hypodermic, a needle!! Every thing went code red for me.

An emergency panic alert went off inside me. All of a sudden, I had no access to duty, compliance, or control. I literally hit the floor running. Out the door, through the lobby, and crashing into the exit door I went. Hysterically screaming in horror and terror, I desperately panic grappled with the door knob for escape. Grabbed!! I was grabbed!!! In their immediate surprise, my mom and Dr. S. tried to hold on to me, and calm me down. My visceral trajectory was skyrocketing. There was no calming this kid down. Spontaneous wails of pleading, “NO! NO! NO!” coincided with the most ferocious desperate writhing wrestle for release I could muster. In this precious moment of blind terror, I was either going to get out of there, or die trying.

What happened next is blurry, yet distinct. I was being dragged back into the examination room. Dr. S. was no feeble guy, and my mom was very strong. In the ensuing human tug of war, I gave it all I had. Clinging to anything I could grab was my emergency strategy to avoid this sudden, unexpected nightmare. At no point did I try to attack my persuaders, but did I plead!? The struggle lasted for a blind amount of time. I was lost in desperation. Screaming, grabbing, running, pulling, holding, grappling, and straining to the maximum. “You can’t!!” “I won’t!!” Then a sort of inevitability took place. I was losing strength. I remember feeling my arms and hand losing their strength. Just like in a tug of war, you could see that the progress was slowly, but surely, inching in the direction of the stronger side.

I collapsed. There was still a little strength left in me. Just enough to sit up next to my sister again. After being replaced in the jump seat, I was sitting there overwhelmed, exhausted, and temporarily resigned to compliance. It now seems like a hypnotic trance had taken over. The memories are quiet. First my sister, then me. In and out went the needles, delivering their quiver of “whatever” to make you better by vaccination they are supposedly about. The rest of this visit has disappeared from memory; disappeared like the vague aspect of a suspicious dream. What remains is the intensity of the feelings.

In a world of crippled discernment, and shredded trust, a survival reliance system is really for one’s own making. This pre-political, pre-programming, pre-illness gut response of mine is still alive. The gut feeling is the most reliable. I’m going to trust it. These modern day shots are everywhere. Pass at one’s own risk. I know I opted out at the outset, and the no shot conviction is stronger now than ever. With all due respect, take your shot and stick it. Blessings, and mercy, for anyone that will have them in their body; they are totally unwelcome in mine.

Whenever an information, or news source, that seems reliable for accurate, effective, and factual information is found, I apply another evaluation criteria. Is the news delivered without editorial opinion. In other words, is the news allowed to speak for itself? When the reporter becomes commentator they rapidly enter the margin for me. Interpretive reporting smells of agenda. If it’s opinion we want, that’s what we will look for. OK!?

Dane Wiggington, the host of Geoengineering Watch Global Alert News, loads a lot of information into weekly broadcasts, however, each broadcast is packed with opinion. He encourages the listener to do follow up research, and references actual data sources, which does prove to reinforce most of the key points of the reporting, but as an interested researcher, I consistently suspect that the host has some self serving angle. The subject matter is sensitive, alarming, and certainly serious. Taken on it’s face, you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t become emotional by the news. It’s important, however, to trust the person that’s listening to the news, and not tell them what to think. Sarcasm and suggestion are not the rule here. Just give it to us straight. When a host trusts us, I’m positive it’ll be easier to trust the host.

The overall value of being up to date on current events is debatable. Pursuing liberty involves making decisions of what to do, and, in ways, how to do it. When conviction comes about of how something has been helpful and useful for personal growth then one might very well like to share it. This could be helpful! Sharing information that serves to effectively challenge, fortify, corroborate, or improve a worldview has a real value. It would be a shame to corrupt the information with opinion. Sharing Global Alert News has a big caution. Dane does a good job of maintaining relevancy, so threads of coherence are discernible, and metaphysical (big picture) themes do manifest. I haven’t missed many installments over the past ten years or so. Man?! The years a passing quickly!! Over this period of time there hasn’t been many retractions or major corrections. The reporting has been consistent. It’s been largely on point. Rightness and correctness stand up on their own validity. It’s way more about what is right than being right. It would be great to share a broadcast that doesn’t come off as an effort to tell you how you should think, as opposed to understanding that there are things that may help you with what you do think. Just give it to me straight.

At the risk of making an imposition, check out geoengineeringwatch.org

What is, kind of, more important? The fate of some basketball player that thought it would be cool to turn the Russian National Team onto hash oil, or this…

Deforestation of Brazil’s Amazon hits record for the first half of 2022. ??

Or…

Summer wildfires ravage forest rich Siberia. ??

Or maybe…

Alaska’s June wildfires break records, fueled by hot, dry weather. ??

There really is a big bit of comedy to tragedy.