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That Time My Ogham and I Were Very Wrong

In 2021, I asked my Ogham if there was going to be a catastrophic, Black Plague-level die-off of the quaxxed ("quaxxed" is my term for the MRNA-vaccinated) n the next few years. They said Yes. For a time, I went back and forth on my belief in the impending vax-pocalypse and voiced my opinions in this essay. Then all-cause mortality of everything except Covid-19 ramped up around the world, and I revised my opinions with this essay. Now that we are almost a month into 2023, I am revising my opinion once again. I believe I was wrong and so was my Ogham. There is a die-off of the quaxxed and it is considerable, but it is far from Black Death levels and will likely remain at the same slightly-wavering percentage for the next 1-30 years. It is not a civilization ender in the way the Black Death was, nor will it ever be.

Once again, John Michael Greer nailed it. He has always predicted a slow and steady decline into de-industrialization pockmarked by bubbles and pits. In 2021, I feared 2023 would be a second Great Depression. If half the population of my corner of the upper Midwest had passed away and had politics been even more of a crapshow than it is right now, perhaps that would have happened. As a matter of fact, it did not happen. Real estate is still percolating away at frothy highs, and this is the somewhat gamed result of supply and demand. What I mean is there is no shortage of people looking to rent and buy new spaces. If there truly was a Black Death die off among the quaxxed, half the houses in my neighborhood would be empty. The fact of the matter is they are not.

Let's Look at the Specifics of How I Was Almost Right

I am glad my Ogham and I were wrong about the numbers pertaining to the quaxxed. As it so happens, my area in the Chicago suburbs is about 90-95 percent quaxxed. As someone who did not get any of the quaxxes, I am a freak on the margins and a potential target for persecution. Being staunchly against the quax is what forced me to close my commercial space of 13 years. About half of my clients became afraid of me, with my unvaxxed blood, spreading the dread Corona virus to themselves and their children. The ultimate irony came wrapped up with a bow: they are the super-spreaders they once feared, and because of the way the spike proteins implant themselves in every tissue of the body, they may be cursed with this status for life. My profits were never fat enough to lose 50% of them and still be in a position to pay commercial rent, so here I am, making a modest living teaching lessons out of my house.

This is not to say the quaxxes do not come at a price that often includes mortality. All-cause mortality is up by staggering amounts wherever there are lots of quaxxed people, yet it is suspiciously low in countries like Haiti and Sweden where the quax was not forced. One of the predictions my Ogham made that came true is the swelling numbers of vaccine-injured/quax-disabled people. Labor shortages and supply chain issues are not just a result of government fiddling; there are countless numbers who took the quax and suffered its infamous side effects. Anyone who has seen the incredibly gruesome documentary Died Suddenly can likely piece together what can happen in the bodies of the quaxxed. I am amazed at how many people are still alive, considering the evidence provided by what the quax does once it sets up in the blood in the form of fibrous clots.

I'm Not Ready and Never Will Be

I'm fairly thrifty and scrappy, but I am not ready for any kind of Black Plague level event and I am fairly certain I will never be ready within this lifetime. For instance, last night I took one of my autistic adult students to play a popular open mic. The open mic was in a spacious bar that was teeming with people. The local musicians who played and sang were prodigiously talented. I ordered a vegan burger off of their impressive menu. Teeming bars with great musicians and vegan options do not happen in the apocalypse. We are very, very far from Monty Python's BRING OUT YOUR DEAD! scene and I hope we always remain that way. When quax injuries and deaths started to make themselves apparent in 2022, I did a mini-series of meditations of what could happen. These included:

1. Black Death... half of people die/horrible, civilization overturns
2. Cholera... about 20 percent die/still horrible, pretty bad but not like the Black Death
3. Spanish flu... fewer than 10 percent die
4. Nobody dies, business as usual

We seem to be somewhere between 2 and 3 right now. It's horrific for sure to see so many mowed down, but it ain't the Black Death and thank heaven for that. I don't want anything like the Black Death to happen because as someone who was raised as an upper-middle class suburbanite, it's everything I can do to figure out old fashioned homesteading skills between trying to keep a roof overhead. I have never successfully canned a vegetable or fruit on my own. I still kill a good number of my plants, both indoors and in the garden. My house, though fairly resilient, depends on heat from natural gas, electricity and water from my local grids, and repairs from local handymen. All of these things need copious numbers of people to make them happen. I love my fragile environment with top shelf musicians randomly visiting open mics on Tuesday night while I munch on my vegan burger and microgreens and strawberry salad. I also don't want any of my students or their families to suffer, and this is not entirely selfish. My relationship with my clients is more like extended family or in some cases, close family. I love and care for these people more than I do some of my immediate relatives and many of them are quaxxed.

I feel fortunate to be able to say I am wrong, and to my credit, I have always maintained I could be wrong. Buying into the Apocalypse Meme is tempting because it allows you to take yourself out of your current predicament and place yourself in an exciting movie where you have other and more pressing things to worry about. Perhaps this will help me to understand why asking the Ogham binary Yes No questions is so problematic. There are always a million small factors affecting any one outcome, kind of like the butterfly effect or ripples in a pond.

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I know I'm the resident conspiracy nut on your blog, Kimberly, but just the other day I was discussing the Mandela effect with some friends, and stated my theory that the world already *has* ended, many, many times, from nuclear war and other causes, we just don't remember it (or maybe some of us do, through horrifying dreams - I know I've had a few, even though I was only born in the late 80s).

However, due to the non-linear nature of time, it's possible for gods or other entities to affect the past to avert possible futures (and possibly now humans or even AIs can do so, through some strange technology). What we see and remember is "the residue" (as the Mandela effect lingo goes) of the changes which had to happen to avert catastrophe. Maybe it's significant that Kit Kats used to have a hyphen in their title, or maybe it was just an unintended consequence or other changes. Maybe, through a series of improbable events, Pikachu's tail tip no longer being black prevented weaponised airborne ebola from being released. Maybe the Fruit of the Loom cornucopia logo inspired a terrorist death cult intent on dirty-bombing every major capital. (Butterfly effects, as you say) I am, however, pretty sure South America did used to be further over though, and I'm absolutely sure our hearts and kidneys never used to be in their current locations... Those definitely feel like significant changes.

Since about 2010, things have been getting increasingly weird - I think some sort of major inflection point occurred about then.

Either way, peak oil in 2018/2019 has taken out the engines of the global economy. Covid and the war in Ukraine are useful smokescreens for the time being, and anthropogenic climate change is a good way to tell people to use less fossil fuels without telling them it's because we're actually running out of them pretty fast. There are a lot of ways that a contracting economy can go south fast and spiral into chatoic civil war, but surprisingly, that hasn't yet happened, and we seem to be on a controlled descent rather than a nose-dive.

I've been meditating on this a lot, and maybe the vaxes are, to put it as a harsh extension of my plane metaphor, a way of throwing the luggage off to extend the cruise time of the now-engineless plane, easing it into a long glide and a smoother landing for the remaining passengers. I personally happen to disagree with your assessment that the Ogham was wrong on this one, and I also still think the Deagel forecasts will prove correct - we will see 50-75% population reduction, but over a much longer timescale of maybe the next 20 years - both as a steady increase in slightly premature deaths (so people die at 60 instead of 80, for example) and a moderate decrease in birth rates (odd anecdata by the way - lots of couples I know *failed* to get pregnant in 2021 or had miscarriages, but many successfully had babies in 2022. However, virtually every baby was a girl, and most were semi-traumatic births with at least one complication. Will these daughters be able to have their own babies, or successfully give birth in a world without hospitals? Who knows) Slow enough depopulation not to cause widespread panic or chaos basically, just the continuing, progressive crappification of everything and weird economic effects, such as prices going up due to fewer people in the workforce (and less fossil fuels). To some extent, "dying suddenly" may be seen as a mercy, rather than slowly starving to death from famine, or from radiation burns, or being tortured to death and eaten by cannibal raiders (yeah, I used to play waaay too much Fallout 3).

Not that I wish to absolve the clearly guilty philanthropaths of their crimes, which I am sure they will pay for in the afterlife, but perhaps many catabolic collapse scenarios were actually war-gamed and even acted out by discarnate (and crucially, benevolent, or at least non-malevolent) entities much smarter than ourselves, and this was the least worst option.

Why were humans allowed to break into the combustible cookie jar of the deep earth in the first place though? Why, to get out all that lovely locked-up carbon, of course! The earth was slowly cooling and Gaia needed to warm it up again, but meteors are terribly messy and cause a lot of collateral damage. Much better to create a versatile, intelligent, curious and above all, lazy species with sneaky little fingers, then wait a few thousand years for them to make a nice insulation blanket round the planet, and provide plant food into the bargain. We've served our purpose, and can go back to being just another species on this earth in a few millenia, when the climate is too unstable for agriculture. However, it's vitally important we don't trash the place on our way out, hence the whole "averting nuclear war"...

Mr. Crow

Ps. Someone mentioned above about an "Alice in Wonderland" feeling in 2020-2021. The strange thing about that is that Alice in Wonderland is reportedly used as a 'programming script' for MK Ultra/Monarch mind control. I know that for me too, 2020 has the kind of hazy, floaty dreamlike feel in my memories that's often reported from Monarch survivors. It's a dissociative state of de-realisation caused by the infliction of trauma on a subject. (even though I made a point of never watching the stupid daily fear-porn news bulletins) I also struggle to pick out specific memories from the year - it's all quite blurred. There are even photos on my phone which I genuinely do not remember taking or the events happening. My wife has reported the same, and we have each had entirely different recollections of what we did on birthdays, etc. Really weird.

Interesting take. Sort of a white pill. Sort of…The whole first year of covidagedon does seem hazy in retrospect. I feel pretty blessed. For me Covid was some weird crap the yuppies were doing. I pretty much went about my normal life. I work in the metal shop of a factory in Southern Appalachia. The factory management tried to enforce masks (per the town ordnance) and were told to frack off by the majority of the metal shop. The nice thing about working with heavily armed rednecks and (semi) recovered meth addicts is nobody in The PMC is physically/emotionally prepared to go against them. (One coworker is about 6ft 5 and wears a prosthetic leg due to having lost his former leg in a gunfight with a rival meth dealer, and a subsequent 10 year stint in federal prison. Cool guy, but NOT somebody you want to go against) The management didn’t even hint at vaccine mandates because they knew defeat was their only possible outcome. -Croatoan

Thank the gods for guys like that. They are the reason the US did not go full New Zealand. (Never go full New Zealand)

My sibling's workplace was like that: industrial, lots of welders, painters, sandblasters, machinists, etc. Also the county's #1 second-chance employer for people getting out of prison. The company has thousands of employees, and when the mask/shots orders came through, the owners informally polled the workforce and found that 30% of their employees would walk rather than comply. The mask thing wasn't the big issue, since a lot of them wear respirators on the job anyway, and are outdoors a lot of the time, where it wouldn't matter.

But when it came to the shots, they would have lost entire departments, tons of irreplaceable skilled labor (underwater welders, for instance), and the company would simply have had to shut down. So the owners were honest about that: they told everybody "hey, we're not going to enforce this. If you want an exemption, talk to HR and they'll help you fill out the forms-- we will approve them all. If the government tries to enforce on us, we're all out of a job no matter what, so there is no way we are going to fire anybody for not complying. Thanks for being such a great team, and let's all keep our heads down and hope for the best" basically.

They're still in business, but they did lose a huge government contract to a much less-qualified company. Nobody thinks that's coincidence.

Wow, Croatoan, that sounds intense. Yes, thank goodness for people like that.

I remember 2020 quite vividly and it was great. We went about our normal lives too. It was also the year of my second Saturn return and a great deal of what I'd learned in previous years came into play, to very good effect. Me and my partner work for a wealthy man in his very large garden and woodland and that year he tasked us with reviving the vegetable garden and growing as much as possible, which we did and enjoyed very much. Coming up with a succession of fresh and tasty produce was really interesting. The local quarry and airfield shut down for the duration so there was no ambient human noise at all and we'd sit in the woods at lunchtime soaking in the unusual peacefulness. The roads were almost deserted and, for the first time in years, there were many insects splatted on the windscreen. The birds sang their hearts out, the wild creatures flourished and I gardened in a sense of near bliss. To top it all, the fruit trees and soft fruit had the most extraordinary harvest, most of which we ate right there at the tree or froze at home.

Being peasants has its benefits.

Funny, I remember 2020 clearly. But then I also did the SoP every single day that year without fail -- there's something to be said for autistic obsessiveness.

"Why were humans allowed to break into the combustible cookie jar of the deep earth in the first place though? Why, to get out all that lovely locked-up carbon, of course! The earth was slowly cooling and Gaia needed to warm it up again, but meteors are terribly messy and cause a lot of collateral damage. Much better to create a versatile, intelligent, curious and above all, lazy species with sneaky little fingers, then wait a few thousand years for them to make a nice insulation blanket round the planet, and provide plant food into the bargain. We've served our purpose, and can go back to being just another species on this earth in a few millenia, when the climate is too unstable for agriculture. However, it's vitally important we don't trash the place on our way out, hence the whole "averting nuclear war"..."

You have to wonder what the dinosaurs did to piss her off!

Ironically, despite having read JMG's blog since 2014, I only started reading the Magic Mondays and other magic-related material in late 2019, and started doing the SoP myself in December 2019 (though probably not very well). I think something in my subconscious must have said "you're going to need to know this". And I still went to my job 3 or 4 times a week in 2020 (on nice, deserted, roads), still went to the shops, still walked the dog every day - all relatively 'normal' activities, yet 2020 is still all blurry in my memories from about March (ie lockdown time), almost like a spell was cast... Oh, and relatedly, I came across this video last night - if you want to see what the results of Monarch programming look like, look no further:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xrbTYt66BYg
(Remember the times she's spoken/sung, including on music tracks, with a weird British accent as well? Poor girl.)

And haha, if I'm correct, the dinosaurs have never truly gone away, they just retreated deep inside the tunnels and caves of thr earth and have been there ever since. I assume they're none too thrilled with our fracking activity. As to what they did - must have pretty bad, I certainly wouldn't want to meet a lizard man!

P.S. The above reply was from Mr. Crow.

Caw caw!

That's an interesting post, very thought-provoking, obviously this is a very "weird" topic, but I'll tell you something, I have a friend who has a reminiscent theory about nuclear war.

He points to the Russian guy in the 70s who disobeyed the (erroneous) order to launch the nukes, thereby saving the world.

According to this theory, nuclear war was "supposed" to happen at that time and because that one guy made that decision, he lurched us into a weird alternate timeline.

All very interesting to contemplate!

Yeah, that's actually one of the events that got me thinking about it. The thing is, it's not the only event like that by a long stretch. There are so many times and ways that the world could have ended, but as far as we can tell, it didn’t.

It's like the Covid thing itself - it had to go right in all the right places and wrong in all the right places to not end up in either rapid civilisational collapse (eg. Sars-cov-2 is far more deadly than anticipated, or the vaxes are far more deadly than anticipated, or widespread unrest and civil war) or the intended WEF global prison camp (avoided as a function of general incompetence, laziness and the inconvenient facts of neither safety nor effectiveness, plus some very courageous people, and little info-sharing pockets like this one). So we're left here, in the strange middle ground of slow collapse. Only the most die-hard (pun intended) vax advocates still think kindly of the vaxes - most vaxed I know are now mildly terrified but trying not to admit it, and the mood is definitely turning against "the elite", with those not calling for their deaths/imprisonment just outright ignoring them or doing the opposite of what they say.

Meanwhile every evening on the radio on the drive home, the news feels like that bit in the Hunger Games where a cannon booms at the end of the day and they read out a list of every contestant who's died today. It currently averages about 3 famous people a day. If we assume that 0.00041% of people are famous enough to be read out on the news (based on this article: https://www.wired.com/2013/01/the-fraction-of-famous-people-in-the-world/), that scales to a somewhat staggering 7317 people dying prematurely each day. A slow collapse, but an inexorable one.

As Kimberly likes to say, I could well be wrong on this, but I think Covid was a one-time scam. As one of the posters above alluded to, if the PMC are all either sick, dead or red-pilled, the machinists and metal-bashers sure as hell aren't going to listen to their "betters". And good luck running a functioning... anything... without blue-collar workers.

(Also, in all of my workplaces, my best friends have been the machinists and welders - they're always the most fun to talk to, most honest, and have the best stories!)

Mr. Crow

Mr. Crow, I like your takes. Good meat to chew on. The true story of what the whole Covid thing was/is, on a metaphysical level, is the coolest thing to think about. I accept, as a human, I am incapable of understanding even a fraction of the big picture but we are bearing witness to something huge. -Croatoan

Mr Crow, Thanks for sharing this. I too have had the feeling that starting in the winter 2020 reality is not what it was-- and, as I perceive it, that there is some sort of astral interference in people (such as myself) grappling with specific memories on the time line. The whole year, and much of 2021 and 2022 as well, I found really confusing because -- and I did study biology-- none of the policy pronouncements, and the extreme reactions people had to masks and the jabs, made any sense. Journalists, previously at least more or less competent, were leaving Tyransaurus Rex-sized questions unasked. People I had known well and respected were acting like intellectual and moral retards.

So now the CDC website says they've given 666 million doses. Ha, I just checked again, they've adjusted it to 667.

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