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The Post-Covid World
I actually am pro-choice, BTW, for all the reasons cited in the meme.
Do you remember how far off the year 2024 seemed in the year 2020? My corner of the world in suburban Chicago was locked down and my business was closed. I awaited news of what was happening overseas in dreaded epicenters of lockdown and "infection" that were supposedly a month ahead of our own two-weeks-to-flatten the curve. Older people were being slaughtered wholesale in hospitals and nursing homes, which quickly morphed into government-subsidized death camps. To add insult to iatrogenic injury, nurses and doctors lovingly choreographed group dance routines in empty hospital corridors. Some dancing medics were even captured hoisting up a patient's corpse (or what looked like it) while they cavorted and frolicked. Adding to the obscenity, we all knew for a act that somewhere in the background, still-living patients were busy suffocating because of unnecessary ventilators, seizing because of unnecessary drugs, or just plain being starved to death with no family or friends allowed to impede the process. If you trust allopathic doctors for yourself or your kids after seeing what went on from 2020-2023, that's on you. The world went insane and those of us with a handful of marbles were not running the asylum.
In January 2021, a local mom and I funded Speakeasy Illinois, a group for getting around masks and later on, vaccines. I was lucky. I had the benefit of being part of the Cosmic Doctrine reader's club and discussion with John Michael Greer patiently guiding and moderating. I knew better than to throw my energy into hating the opposition. Trust me that I wanted to hate them. Instead, my Speakeasy group supported the change we wanted to see, encouraging members to patronize mask and vaccine free establishments. My group started home schools, visited freedom-loving stores, changed to freedom-loving doctors, ate at freedom-loving restaurants, filled freedom-loving churches, networked for religious exemptions, and generally ignored the opposition whenever possible in the spirit of Christian occultist Dion Fortune. We directed people towards freedom-loving medical professionals, and in hindsight, I think this is where we hit the hardest. The greatest fear of the modern medical industry is that it will lose paying customers. My group quietly informed people that allopathic medicine is not in the business of healing. The more the overarching powers tried to censor the information, the more appealing it became to my group's members. Strange things happen when a small group of people wake up.
Far too many unvaccinated persons in my group lost family and friends. One woman regaled me with the tale of her husband divorcing her after 30 years of marriage and two children. Her story was hardly unique. Strained marriages were the rule and not the exception: many marriages did not survive. Yet no matter how bad the vaccine reign of terror became, those that should have known better refused to recognize the tsunami of pro-vaccine propaganda. They fell like cordwood, literally and figuratively. Vaccines killed my neighbors. Vaccines gave them and their children strokes, heart attacks, chronic inflammation, liver failure, psychotic episodes, and cancer. To this day, many who took the vaccines and survived continue to put their faith in them. Each new day brings catastrophic news of how unnecessary, deadly, and damaging are the MRNA vaccines. Though most normal people around me say they would not take another MRNA vaccine, there is still a disturbing number who believe in them. The dwindling number of vaccine enthusiasts seems marked. They remind me of Westboro Baptists, that group that claims to be worshipping Jesus yet spends all of its public time engaged in the demonic cursing and belittling of others. MRNA vaccines were the holy sacrament of the modern Church of Hate. Those who took the communion and simultaneously lack the decency to apologize for their religion are doubling and tripling down in their passions. Religion can be a hell of a drug.
Though my Ogham divinations got a great deal right about how the unvaxxed and vaxxed would change over the last few years, they were spectacularly wrong about the number of vaccine dead. My Ogham said the vaccines would cause a Black Death scenario by 2024. This patently did not happen. What seems to have happened is a close shave. World population has hit its peak of 8.2 billion and thanks to vaccines, it looks highly unlikely that we will ever get to 10 billion. I am glad my Ogham were wrong about the vaccine dead. Though it is clear people are dying and not being replaced, it is not happening at the breakneck speed suggested by Geert Vanden Bossche, Sucharit Bhakdi, and the late Luc Montagnier. There are ominous trends, for certain: the ERs have been full since the vaccine rollout, and they have not been full of the unvaccinated. Cancers are way up.
Nevertheless, suburban subdivisions have enough people to fill traffic jams and kids birthday parties. Life as usual goes on. The slow easing of population is going to look a great deal more like South Korea or Japan than a Mad Max film. Though we are constantly told real estate markets are collapsing or about to collapse, renting or owning a home is still extremely unaffordable anywhere in the industrialized world. The common person's dream -- it's not just the American dream -- is to have a stable place to live peacefully and quietly. This dream is off the table for most of us.
Unfortunately, the Covid Cargo Cult appears to be readying itself for another shot... or set of shots. Cover for election shenanigans and unearned wealth transfer from the hard-working to the non-working are good enough reasons for the medical believer class to gorge on a new wave of manufactured chaos, however, the Church of Hate gets its rocks off on gaslighting above all else. The Church of Hate labors under a heady delusion that they can create their own reality and force others to believe it. This is the substance to which they are addicted and this is what drives their malice. Deprive them of it and they have no power over you.
Don't Hate the Haters
Oh honey, trust me I KNOW that it is tempting to hate the haters, but to succumb to the ruse is to fail one of the primary tests of Meatworld existence. You don't fight the opposition by hating it, or by loving it for that matter. You fight it by becoming different from it and building the superiority of that difference. For every petition they sign or The Thing they embrace, I vow to learn a skill that can actually be of use in the future. For every bit of vitriol they barf out of their poisonous gullets, I will publish a chunk of helpful, uplifting material or at very least, exact it of myself to be kind and courteous unless I am directly in danger. While they do the equivalent of online thumb twiddling, I will go outside, talk to trees, and tend my garden. I suggest you do the same, because the more negative approach is futile.
