An unquantifiable, unmitigated, catastrophic disaster is taking place. It is the official, recommended, encouraged, and executed drug injection of children. The images of this taking place are gut wrenching and heartbreaking. On levels psychologic, metabolic, and soul there is a crying grief laden lament. No!!
Because the ultimate collapse of failed systems must climax in failure, these control happenings must run their course. It is an extremely difficult process to witness. I will never forget getting permission, during this covid pandemic, from the nursing home to visit a convalescing loved one. Watching the administrator point the thermometer gun at my daughter’s head was stunning. It struck me that this, new common practice protocol, behavior is traumatizing to see. It is a sense shock thing. There is a deliberate programming element designed to normalize the sight of watching one person point a gun at another’s head while you passively stand there and do nothing. Progressive desensitization orders are an infection. This conditioning is mass production crushing of natural visceral responses to preeminent danger. It has been, and continues to be, promoted and pushed. Healthy responses to obvious wrongs are being obliterated. We are all at the mercy of failing systems. The external failures are the obvious indicators of internal ones. Not recognizing the noose going around the neck is the confusion about why suddenly it’s so hard to breathe. Now the next image comes up. Kids in hazmat settings being shot up in high profile displays of obedience. The fact that this doesn’t set off survival instinct alarm bells all over the place is big evidence that the conditioning of desensitization is mighty advanced. This is an advanced dilemma.
As we collectively circle the drain in a vapid whirlpool of whatever black hole is sucking us in, the pace of event processing has accelerated from allegory, to fantasy, to rumor, to exposition, to exclusive, to privilege, to common place, to taken for granted, to reliance, to suspect, to dangerous, to ominous, to blinding. The gore of the prostituted official world grabbing incessantly at the attention and belief of as many travelers that it can is constant. Officially pushing kids into disease behind their parents mental impressions has shattered a natural dam of tolerance, sacrifice, and trust. These incredibly distopic images of kids sitting politely nervous in inoculation station hot seats, surrounded by personnel that appear to be dressed for decommissioning Fukushima Daiichi have presented images reserved only for terroristic fables. Monumental wrong is arrived in full. Put a mark down for independent and critical thought. There have been shrinking levels of cooperation with the modern world, now it is ever increasing levels of determined civil disobedience.
A great wonderment of reality is that most of it is unrealized. Cycles of beginning and end, end and beginning are perpetual. Every end is a beginning. Healing is real, so injury never goes untreated, however, the price in sacrifice is supreme when hurtful attacks become as sublime as they are right now in the medical military industrial techno psycho beast environment in which earth, and it’s inhabitants now reside. With each injurious injection there is a seal. The fate of enduring suffrage, contempt, longing, and reprieve hangs in the balance of our collective endurance of intolerable circumstantial procession. Just because there does not appear to be a workable solution that can be met with a unified harmonious agreement, does not mean it doesn’t exist. Favor shared is favor earned. Over the precipice of calamity is the high point of potential for hope. One is never closer to the top than when they are crashing onto the bottom. A remarkable example of our last innocence is the low down form of kids surrounded by doctors, nurses, and parents surrounding them while they team up to forcibly inoculate. King Herod would be envious of this success. In another time and space it’s a terrible tragedy, and the catalyst for freedom that only we, one at a time, and together, can flip the on switch for. Pull up the news and current events. See the kids there? Well?! Really!?