Kimberly Steele

One of very two enthusiastic Rose of Sharons.  This one has a pale pink/white bloom.  I am pruning these aggressively this year as they get leggy very fast.

Dwarf tomato bushes, parsley, and some stray elecampane in the back, calendula, parsley, and stray elecampane in the front.  

Aladdin the feral cat.

I grew up in a US that was a great deal more Christian than it is now.  I was born in 1973.  Everyone in my then-aspiring upper middle class neighborhood went to church on Sundays with the exception of one Jewish family in the neighborhood.  Believing in the Christian God was the Old Normal.  When I began looking to the occult for answers as I desperately fought night terrors at age fifteen, it was still considered an edgy thing to do.  Nowadays, a Christian student would probably face more trouble in the local high school if he or she discriminated against a Wiccan.  It's almost a guarantee the Christian would be punished or potentially expelled if he or she discriminated against a Muslim or a Hindu.  In Naperville, the Muslim mosque gets its own police presence every Friday during services. That's not something that would have happened in 1987.

Christianity's Coda?

I don't see Christianity going extinct, but it does seem well on its way to becoming a minority religion, much like what Greco-Roman polytheism is today.  Coronavirus may be one of the least pandemics in history if you don't take into account iatrogenic injuries, suicides caused by economic mayhem, and mysterious car accidents, but when it came to the Christian faith, Corona turned out to be extremely lethal.  Nine gestational months after the debut of the plague maiden Coronachan on the scene in March 2020, many Christians reneged on their own savior's birthday.  Two full years passed before half of Christians dared enter their churches mask free, and some to this day have no idea what the mask stands for.  Hint: it does not stand for allegiance with God.

I was not surprised to see the Catholic Pope lining up in compliance with vaccine mandates.  Catholic Christianity, despite having the power and beauty of ancient tradition behind it, has become terminally corrupt.  I tend not to subscribe to New World Order lizard people Illuminati conspiracies, but if anyone embodies them, it is the slithering creatures that occupy the Vatican.  I was more upset to see Protestant Christians have lining up their children like lambs for the slaughter, robotically cladding them in masks and subjecting them to dangerous "vaccines" while claiming to believe in the power of God to protect them.   What were they trying to protect themselves from? From a disease that has no more ability to kill than the common cold?  Or are they being protected from falling out of favor with the upper middle class that seemingly holds the keys to the prosperity they enjoy?  Are they afraid of being poor, outcast, and deplorable?  I wonder who else is poor, outcast, and deplorable?  Who is it they are afraid to resemble?

Televangelism Becomes McMansion Christianity

If I had to name the number one force that took down Christianity in a single word, it would be televangelism. 

There are few things more at odds with the ways of Jesus than television.  TV, like the internet, is an advertising medium.  This makes it prone to cacomagic.  That said, it's not like TV is inherently evil and that good cannot be done via the TV.  The problem is that televangelism has never been about doing good in the world.  From its inception, televangelism was synonymous with monetary grift.  You don't defeat materialist evil by running a grift game.  If there's anyone destined to spend a long sojourn in hell, it is Joel Osteen, Benny Hinn, and Kenny Copeland.  Jesus would not fly around in a private jet.  He would not own a mansion, let alone several million dollar ones like the aforementioned televangelists.  

The televangelist lifestyle became the pinnacle of Christianity in the 1980s.  Unfortunately it did not die along with Headbanger's Ball and VHS tapes (or Headbanger's Ball recorded on VHS tapes).  It morphed into McMansion Christianity.  McMansion Christianity is the type of Protestantism that doesn't outright say it glorifies materialism, however if "by their fruits we shall know them" is a wholly materialist way of life.  McMansion Christianity is inherently salary class and suburban.  Unfortunately, it often takes two salary class incomes, though ideally the responsibility lies with the patriarch.  McMansion Christians are typically the nicest of people: sweet and kind, at least to your face.  I know a rare few who have been at the forefront of fighting vaccine mandates with the same kind of lionhearted fearlessness Christians used to be known for.  Sadly this is not most of them. 

McMansion Christianity or Joel Osteen lite is inherently in conflict with itself.  Jesus was a homeless hippie.  Just as there is no platform for a rich Buddhist to peer down her nose at those who cannot afford luxury vacations and rooms full of orchids, there is no way for an ostensible follower of Jesus to lead the way to spiritual truth while living in six bedroom house with an in-ground pool and a Tesla and a Range Rover in the three car garage.  You're either like Buddha or you're not.  You're either like Jesus or you're not.  

Can Christians Embrace Seasonality?  

To reject seasonality is to reject the processes and laws of Nature itself.  Christianity is at war with seasonality primarily via its rejection of reincarnation.  If there is only a single incarnation as a human being for each human soul, it follows that one lifetime is both of ultimate importance to the single soul living it and of near complete insignificance to the world the soul dwells upon for a tiny fraction of time.  No wonder so many Christians choose to wallow in materialism!  If the price is eternity either way, the idea of heaven and hell become abstract and inconceivable.  Living another human life after this one with a chunk of heaven and hell in-between is boring in comparison, but I would argue it makes a lot more sense.  Christian occultists tend to believe in the Christian God and reincarnation at the same time.  As much as the two beliefs may be at odds if you're a Biblical dogmatist, the fierce Christianity of Dion Fortune could very well be the reason we're not speaking German right now.  Plus it is estimated that a quarter of Christians believe in reincarnation.  Though many Christians will find the idea repugnant that a quarter of their population suspects humans reincarnate, I think that's reason to hope.

How to Work Against a Revival

Ironically the worst way to effect a Christian revival is to try hard to effect a Christian revival.  The goal of Christians is to spread the word of one god across the globe.  This was novel at some point in the 1600s when Spaniards were looking for the Man of Gold in the Americas perhaps but nowadays the bloom is off the rose.  If Christianity is interested in its own survival, it must end the practice of sending missionaries out to preach the gospel.  The televised pleas of Sally Struthers to help feed the starving children became the iconic South Park episode Starvin' Marvin.  John Allen Chau found out the hard way what happens when a young intrepid attempts to preach Evangelism to an unwilling island of hermits at age 26.  His unfortunate end has not stopped other Christian missionaries from "helping" where they are not wanted or worse, trading favors for conversion.

Show Not Tell

Christians who do the Tell part of Show and Tell without Showing are not like Jesus.  Jesus would not preach without practice. 

The desperation of preaching Christians is off-putting.  When I was in junior high, I wanted intensely to be liked and admired.  My desperation to be liked is what made me repulsive.  The second I stopped caring what others thought of me and got comfortable with myself, I began to earn friends and allies.  Christians could focus upon what made their religion great in the first place: selflessness, forgiveness, serenity based in God's love.  There cannot be any other agenda, because nobody is fooled by a false face.  If Christianity is powerful and great, there will never be a need to dangle carrots or to resort to bribery to get someone to listen to the supposed word of God.  

By Their Fruits Ye Shall Know Them

Just as I don't consult allopathic doctors who don't possess a decent level of physical health for my health needs, I don't feel I should go to a spiritual novice when I need help in a spiritual matter.  Most Christians, including the clergy, are ignorant in matters of spiritual health.  If I had a dollar for every Christian who either had no idea what the astral plane is or who dismiss all forms of esoteric knowledge as demonolatry, I would be a very rich woman.  They know zilcho zero about matters of demonic possession or obsession, and a person afflicted with a routine poltergeist haunting would do much better at their local paranormal society than any given church, including the Catholic church which ostensibly has access to the Rites of Exorcism.  When the average Christian begins to have a cleaner astral state than I do because the power of Jesus is flowing through them, make no mistake, I will happily be near them and at least stop by their church once every few months.  I have a feeling that such Christians would not be living in a suburban luxury house with an in-ground pool or anything in the ballpark.  

Medicine is a collapsing racket exacerbated by cannibalistic grifting, especially around vaccines and experiments being labeled as vaccines.  Medicine is not alone, as pretty much all forms of work have turned into grifts and rackets: banking and finance, education, real estate, and entertainment to name a few.  The food we eat is a grift.  There is no escape from the financial games being played around every industry that exists right now.  

Someday in the future, historians will take a look at our era of grifts and chuckle at the mess we made of civilization so that the average salary class family could live in a fabulous neighborhood with top-rated schools at the expense of pretty much everybody else.  They will see us as runners in a race nobody wins, pitted against each other on purpose to grease the gears of a leviathan consumerist machine.  They will wince when they consider the term "gainful employment" as applied to our era, when gainful employment was only to be had if you worked for yourself, because working for a corporation automatically meant participating in a pyramidal grift expressly designed to drain the soul.  They will cringe at the ideals of the favored classes, their clueless subsistence as office plankton in brutalist buildings with water coolers and ample free parking.  They will ostracize and mock any form of aspiration to the corporate Borg Helltopias our civilization reveres as the pinnacle of living. 

Speaking of corporate Borg Helltopias, no place on Earth better fits the description than the modern hospital.  If you have any psychic sensitivity at all, you know the hospital is a cratering abyss of astral predation.  It feels like a casino and for many of the same reasons.  The house always wins.  To walk into a hospital, even as a visitor, is to endanger your physical life and to be pushed into surrendering a vital part of your imagination to Pharmakeia.  Before the age of Coronatarianism, iatrogenic injuries were underreported as faith in the System obliged.  Now governments and mass formation psychosis victims run roughshod over the sane wherever a medical "professional" is to be found, as is evidenced by the solo adults walking down the street in ninety degree weather with masks on.  The entire medical profession has become a bundle of Stalinist hysterias with the sole purpose of forcing half-believers and unbelievers to comply with toxic, harmful protocols and to brainwash them so they will hand over their children to be chewed up as fodder for the machine. 

During the height of the Plandemic, hospital administrators received big payouts for admitting patients with what was labeled as Corona.  More money was received when said patients, like my unfortunate neighbor, were intubated instead of being treated with potential live-savers such as ivermectin.  Even more money came the administrator's way when the patient died from being intubated and put on Remdesivir, like my other neighbor.  Coviditarianism is the newest in a long line of excuses to keep watchful eyes off the clueless death dealers.  Potential advocates can now be easily prevented from witnessing the bumbling incompetence of dancing nurses and doctors.  Nevertheless, we are all perfectly aware doctors and nurses had oodles of time to invent and practice synchronized dance routines for TikTok between heroically "saving" patients from Corona.  

Personal Responsibility

Much like the only remedy for America's broken public schools is to take your kid out of America's broken public schools, the only feasible remedy for a broken health system is to avoid the broken health system.  When he was a young man, one of my relatives fantasized about getting new kidneys and lungs when he ruined his existing ones from drinking and smoking.  He wasn't serious, but his attitude at the time was reflective of the way that many people see health matters.  To them, the body is like any other machine.  If one part gets ruined, change it out like you would the brake pads on a car.   Of course organ trafficking is just another medical grift: the Chinese Communist Party enslaves and genocides its petty criminals, political dissidents, and Uyghurs with such a purpose in mind.  The relative ease of availability does not mean that human organs can be switched out easily and with few complications: the organ transplantee must take medications for the rest of his or her life.  The robotic sci-fi fantasy of humans having easily interchangeable parts has yet to become a viable reality.  

Panaceas and Manufactured Helplessness

One uneasy piece of the puzzle is the fact that most humans were not designed to eat animal products, so when we eat them, we face a slow and steady deterioration of connective tissue problems, immune system overloading, and inflammation.  There are a few people who have rare constitutions and digestive deformities that cause them intolerance to complex carbohydrates.  This unfortunate set must eat animal products while facing all the same immunity woes but at a slightly slower pace.  There are some people who are environmentally or congenitally damaged, so even if they eat an ideal, clean diet, they will encounter the same laundry list of maladies as someone who eats much more "dirty", once again at a slower pace.  

There is no panacea.  There is no one diet or drug that fixes everything because everything cannot be fixed.  For me, eating a vegan diet with no avoidance of gluten, oil, sugar, etc. works well because I have an average body without special needs.  My type two diabetic husband currently manages his diabetes via a vegan diet and exercise. One of his quirks is that his body cannot handle chocolate: he has an allergic reaction to it and gets a violent headache upon eating as much as a single teaspoon of chocolate chips.  He supplements with a weedy herb called amla or Indian gooseberry.  No matter what he does, his baseline health will always be less robust than mine due to genetics and damage sustained while he was young.

My ex-psychiatrist once told me at age 18 that I would be dependent on antidepressant drugs my entire life.  My husband's allopathic doctor has prescribed a slew of cholesterol-lowering drugs that my husband never filled as well as diabetic insulin.  The universal goal is obvious: get the customer hooked for life and convince them they cannot get along with the product.

I had braces for eight years from age ten to eighteen, which was a combination of having messed up teeth as well as an incompetent, grifting orthodontist.  All along the way I had at least a dozen cavities, and I cannot imagine it was fun to be my grifter dentist as he had to navigate between bundles of sharp metal to fill the holes in my teeth.  We are taught that cavities are genetic, that they are caused by eating too much sugar, and that nothing can be done except to drill and fill them.  To some degree this is true, as eating sugar exacerbates cavities.  One thing we are never taught is that eating animals and their secretions causes cavities.  The reason this happens is because eating animals and their blood and secretions, like eating a bunch of simple sugars, causes a generally acidic state in the body that rots teeth from the inside.  The solution is not to avoid all sugar or even animal products, though doing those things could help.  The solution is to find ways to de-acidify the body and to remineralize teeth.  In my case, my diet works well along with nightly applications of oral calcium.  I literally take a calcium supplement pill, squish out the white paste from the gelcap, and apply it to my teeth every night where I tend to get cavities.  

Acne is similar.  Acne reflects a state of internal inflammation as a result of hormonal imbalance, which means it cannot be cured by applying topical creams.  Solve the internal inflammation and acne goes away.  Consuming animal products in the form of cheeses, cream, and milk causes the kind of deep, cystic acne that plagued me from puberty until I went vegan at the age of thirty six.  This is probably because of the high levels of estrogen and stress hormones in dairy, including "pure" or raw organic dairy, which is a fluid meant to sustain a large baby animal.  Had I replaced dairy with lots of sugar or oil, I most likely would have still battled acne, though no food on Earth seems to be better at causing deep, painful pimples than dairy.  I saw many a dermatologist in my pre-vegan years and not one suggested animal milk products could be causing my cystic acne.  

The bottom line is that all forms of health maintenance have been infected with medical grift.  The goal of medical grift is not to cure the patient but to keep them dependent for life.  The Corona "vaccines" are the perfect example.  Eyeglasses are another.  It is presumed that vision will get worse over time no matter who you are, yet there are no depictions of ancient Romans or medieval Japanese courtesans with glasses.  Is this because they had perpetually blurry vision or because their optic nerves were never weakened enough to become dependent on glasses? 

Hippocrates said to let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.  Digestion comprises seventy percent of immunity, making food the most potent form of medicine.  The allopathic medical profession does not recognize food as important, and when it does, it completely fails to recognize the etheric aspects of food.  This is the "fifth element" of food magic.  Food gains nutritional value not only from its actual chemical makeup but from the undefinable dimensions of care and love that go into its creation and preparation.  A margarita is never going to be a health drink, but I would argue a margarita made with fine, aged tequila, hand-squeezed organic juices, and beautifully presented in a pretty glass has far more etheric value than a bottled mango smoothie from the drug store refrigerator case drunk out of the bottle.  Etheric value translates to physical health far more than anyone realizes.  If you're ever hungry after eating, it's usually because the food you ate did not have much etheric value.  Perhaps it was hastily defrosted and eaten on the run.  Perhaps it was prepared without much thought or care, or the ingredients were mostly processed or not all that fresh.   Compare a piece of chocolate cake from an old family recipe made by grandma for a beloved granddaughter.  The etheric value is off the charts.  In the future, it is my belief that physicians will look at the etheric value of the patient's food and seek to remedy their health at the etheric level.  Maybe the hospitals of the future will be huge open kitchens where great cooks show sickly people how to properly prepare healing meals for themselves and their families.

Letting Go

All things die.  Nobody gets out of here alive.  Even our species.  99.9 percent of all life ever to live on Earth has gone extinct.  Humans are not going to be an exception to the rule.  As many of you know, I had to put my terminally ill cat Kiki down in the summer of 2021.  I am still sad about having to live without her... she was the love of my life.  Nevertheless, in order for new kittens to be born, Kiki had to die.  If I had a chance to upload my consciousness to the Cloud and live forever as artificial intelligence, I would not do it.  Avoidance of death is what you do when you are ignorant about death.  The ignorance surrounding death is unacceptable.  Death must be faced with bravery and dignity.  To fear death and avoid it when it comes knocking is insane.  Pharmakeia believes that death can somehow be transcended by avoidance and denial.  Instead of drugs, allopaths, and hospitals, we need songs, rituals, and traditions.  The acceptance of death would go a long way in defeating the current medical dysfunction, which uses the fear of death to extract money from the gullible.

Where There Is No (Competent) Doctor

America, Canada, Europe, and Australia are quickly becoming Third Worlds of empty store shelves, astronomical gas prices, decaying infrastructure, and government overreach.  Medicine is a grift to be avoided at all costs, which means that being able to afford good medical care is not the same as being able to get good medical care.  I am currently betting my life that if I get sick, I can do a better job of healing myself than any allopathic doctor.  I myself cannot afford "good" medical care or the insurance that partially pays for it, and it is because of my economic disadvantages and subsequent self-treatment that I am healthier than anyone I know who can afford health insurance.    

I go by the mantra "If it's not as serious as a broken bone, make an honest attempt to treat it at home."  Doctors are largely know-nothings who can do nothing to help.  They exist to grift off of the manufactured helplessness that is the prevailing attitude about health and wellness. They are obsessed with the Latest Thing, whether it is a superfood panacea, a new drug, or a Corona vaccine.  This puts supposedly First World nations in the odd position of being more deprived of decent medical care than someone living in the deep bush of the Congo.  At least the local bush triage nurse doesn't typically profiteer off her patients as a way of life while pretending to have no clue.  Unless she works for the UN or an NGO, she's probably far better at healing than her highly paid Western counterpart.

The medical industry, like the academia and banking, are rackets that cannot be saved.  Perhaps this happens to all empires that are beyond their prime.  Once-dependable professions that used to heal and save now maim and kill.  We are expected to revere the medical profession as if it never turned traitor and held us and our families over a barrel.  I'll speak only for myself, but I'm done with these asshats and their colossal racket. 

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Ash, 1 year old -- we got him in October 2021 from the local Humane Society

Shadow, also approximately 1 year old, is a former feral from my backyard.  I picked him up in late July of 2021 when he was a few months old.  

It's not easier to be a male or a female in this world. Both genders come with a long list of benefits and drawbacks. Confusion arises when people expect what's good for the goose to be automatically bad for the gander. For instance, the same sexism that traps a would be Amazon warrior at home is the tendency to protect the most fragile and precious members of society from being pregnant while blown to smithereens on the battlefield. Women are simply better or worse at some things than men when we acknowledge the immutable laws of limits.

The Inability to Discriminate

The inability to discriminate is a common end-of-empire phenomenon. It's a way of throwing all caution to the wind until you forget what it was you were being cautious about in the first place. All areas of the political spectrum participate in the inability to discriminate. For the affluent leftist, they do it by sending their children to corporatist indoctrination camps known as "schools" until their child suffers a list of dysmorphias-du-jour and spends countless hours in the psychotherapist's chair in a half-hearted attempt to remedy their misery. It's the same "more is better" initiative that causes right wing Christians to build brutalist faith factories complete with multi-million dollar sound systems and lighting setups when their God was a homeless champion of the poor.

The latest vogue is to apply the inability to discriminate when it comes to gender, that thing that made me a female back when I was being born to a 22 year old Japanese American woman in a Salvation Army medical center in 1973.

It's In the Hips

Gender is not a minor thing. Scientists can dig up fossilized bones from tens of thousands of years ago and determine if the person was male or female. Females have different bones, especially our hips, which are larger because they were designed to help us carry babies. As someone who didn't want to have children in this incarnation and who had myself sterilized in my early 30s to prevent any chance of procreation, I don't like the fact I have ample hips. I would have preferred the prevalent slim hips of an 80s movie star. When Sir Mix-A-Lot came out with his song Baby Got Back in 1992, it had me squealing in laughter as suddenly all my body dysmorphia about my big butt was put into a wildly unthinkable perspective. I had terrible dysmorphia issues about my face as well. All of my female friends had dysmorphia issues with very few exceptions. To be female in the end of the 20th century was to live cheek to jowl with dysmorphia. Every girlfriend I had was at least mildly if not severely anorexic by high school. Yet beauty is entirely in the eye of the beholder. One person's svelte is the next's emaciated. One's giant nose is another's ancestral sculpture. And there's also that inconvenient reality that looks are not everything...

Red Tide

Of course I had to get my period shortly after my twelfth birthday and of course it had to happen on the softball field during school. Be careful what you wish for! I have an unfortunate (or fortunate?) talent not to be able to do anything half-assed, and my period was a red tide from the bowels of hell. Think the Kubrick version of The Shining's elevator scene. At age 33, I would regularly turn green from pain and double over in the fetal position if I didn't preemptively swallow four Advil. Back then, one was supposed to suck it up and ignore the pain in order to get good grades. I wasn't able to get good grades with ease, so missing school would have meant academic failure worse than the D's and C's I often pulled in my senior year of high school. Now in hindsight I realize I should have been completely out of school four to six days a month just to deal with my period. Instead I went to the school bathroom every hour to change my soaked dressings for six years, then four more when I went to college, when it happily slowed down to changing once every 3-4 hours. Yes, this means at night I had to wake up every hour to change my pad and later on my tampon and pad, and to re-medicate with Advil, which was the only thing that worked. Anyone who says it is easy to be born female or who romanticizes being born female should consider what having a heavy, painful period every month will be like, because the gods have a funny habit of teaching us lessons the hard way.

I no longer have my period. I don't miss it, but I do miss my young womanhood which seemed to thoroughly depart just as my beloved cat Kiki died at age 15. I miss the old Kimberly's mojo, her ability to embrace the spontaneous, and her scathing wit that came from a place of blackened nihilism. This new Kimberly is not the same. She is more cautious and less quick to judge, but also more timid and less tolerant of thoroughly dissenting views.

Motherhood

When I was looking for my Japanese birthmother in my early 30s, I ran face-first into the crapfest of female exploitation and misogyny that plagues Western culture. My birthmother did not provide her name. It was only through careful sleuthing and a few lucky breaks that I found out her information. My original birth certificate was conveniently lost even though I was promised all of my young life that I would have access to it upon turning eighteen. I was born into an adoption mill. My parents bought me for about sixty grand, which was an absolute fortune in 1973. My birthmother was one of the only unwed mothers in the baby mill who eagerly surrendered her parental rights, hoping never to be found or contacted again. The other birthing moms, most only in their teens unlike my mom, gave away their babies with horror and sadness. One birthmom who later became my friend spent years trying to find her daughter only to be rejected and turned away. As a child of one of society's harlots, I had no rights to my own family name or my genetic predispositions. The birthmom who had her baby at age 16 and later overcame hell and high water to find her, only to be rejected, also had no rights. She was a "slut" who had been too easy and had let her boyfriend at the time have his way with her. Of course he disappeared once she was pregnant and had to be shunted off to a city a thousand miles away to have his shame baby. Adoption mills do not exist in cultures that love and respect women and girls.

The fear of getting pregnant was a cross I bore from the age of twelve until thirty-three when I had myself sterilized. I spent my entire young womanhood terrified of pregnancy. At no time did I ever want to become pregnant. I didn't fear becoming pregnant because I would be a bad mother; I feared becoming pregnant because I would have no choice but to become a good one. I still feel that anyone who would force a woman to carry a baby to term against her will is a disgusting barbarian unworthy of the freedoms he or she enjoys. Never once do these types admit that it's about controlling the female who carries the baby, not the actual baby. The proof is in the pudding when it comes to providing a viable support network for young, single women that does not cast them into generational cycles of vicious poverty.

As @mikevyers said on his banned, deleted, Streisand Effect-viral TikTok Dr. Phil video when addressing some bearded M-to-F crossdressers:

"What you want to do is appropriate women. You appropriate womanhood and then basically turn it into a costume that can be worn."

Exactly. You don't get to take billions of years of planetary biology and pretend the pain of menstruation and childbirth never happened. You don't just erase the for-profit baby mills of the last few centuries.  You don't get to pretend little boys have the same media-implanted dysmorphic images in their heads as little girls.  You don't get to erase the soul-disintegrating terror of what it is to have sex or be raped and get pregnant as a result.  You don't get to pretend you understand the mind-rending pain of miscarriage.  You don't get to pretend you're a female just so you can win a series of absolutely meaningless accolades for Best Swimmer like William "Lia" Thomas.  You don't get to pretend that several major religions didn't bar all those with your genital set from all roles other than pretty little f**k machine, baby factory, and housekeeper.  And at least if you're going to appropriate womanhood, shave off the goddamn beard and mustache, you pathetic, lazy, weak-minded poseur.   Yikes... I guess the old Kimberly is back for the moment!

"People aren't living longer, they're dying longer." -Eating You Alive, 2018 documentary

The current medical system is not designed to heal. Instead, it seeks to keep people sick in order for a large sub-class to make a living off of their suffering. This sub-class consists of doctors and nurses, medical administrators, billers, hospital construction crews, health insurance agents, university professors, scientific researchers, CDC and FDA employees, drug czars, and a bevy of other professionals who participate in the largest ongoing swindle in history.

The Blind Leading the Blind

In most cases, I believe medical professionals are mostly innocent of any deliberate plan to keep people sick.  To quote Bruce Hornsby and the Range, that's just the way it is and some things will never change.  The state of modern medicine is a dumpster fire, but in the minds of all those who derive their bank account deposits from medical grift, it's the only dumpster fire they've ever known.  They are used to the heat and the smell.  Medical professionals do as they are told, whether it is mom and dad telling them to get a job and "medical receptionist" is the first thing they are able to fall into or when society tells them to become a doctor and they discover they can memorize a great deal about anatomy and physiology, so might as well go with the flow and go into debt. 

Currently, only 40 medical schools in the US require a minimum of 25 hours of nutritional training for doctors.  Even if doctors suddenly start learning about the role of nutrition in human health while in medical school, the FDA dictates the Food Pyramid.  The FDA is squarely in the pockets of Big Pharma and Big Agriculture, which is why its Food Pyramid has recommended at least 2-3 servings of animal flesh and secretions per day since its inception in 1992.  

Animal protein generally causes cancer and disease, but you'll hear that from very few doctors because they have never been incentivized to connect the dots of all of our major diseases and animal flesh and secretion foods.  Why would they?  It's much easier to do what you are told.  We are told to believe and trust doctors despite obvious evidence that their diets are not working for them personally.  My current family doctor has battled chronic disease and cancer.  I have known many doctors who drink heavily or pop lots of pills.  In general, doctors aren't typically healthy people, which has as much to do with their stress levels as the food and drugs they consume.  I get it; they're human.  Nevertheless, considering their advice is supposed to be the gospel and "Ask your doctor" is the catchphrase of our era, shouldn't we expect a degreed health advisor to be, oh gee, I dunno... healthy?  I'm healthier than most of the doctors who have ever treated me.  I don't take any drugs, OTC or prescription.  I don't drink excessively, I engage in regular moderate exercise, and I don't indulge any addictions to the point where I become entrapped by them.  If I am supposed to ask a cancer victim for advice on health, isn't that like asking someone who regularly gets in car accidents for driving advice?  Should I ask someone who constantly loses at tennis about how to improve my game?  Shall I ask a person who has never completed a coherent novel how to write fiction?  

Failed Routines and the Definition of Insanity

Allopathic medicine does not treat root causes because it only knows how to treat symptoms.  If you treat a symptom of a disease without addressing the root cause, it is much like lopping off the above ground portion of a dandelion.  The dandelion will still thrive despite the fact you cut off its foliage.  A relative of mine (RIP) had three bypass surgeries.  His chest was cracked open over and over again and his heart routed of cholesterol snakes.  Each time he went in for heart surgery he was diminished, his mental power and his body strength fading.  He never considered changing his diet or becoming more active.  He was content in his misery.  Like many oldsters, he almost seemed to enjoy regaling everyone within listening range with the epic litany of his suffering, pain, and expensive hospital stays.  

The first way allopaths like to treat disease is to amputate.  When I was looking up how to treat my cat's gum inflammation on the internet, I was saddened but not at all surprised to see allopathic veterinarians recommending the pre-emptive removal of the cat's teeth so they did not decay and cause inflammation.  I was reminded of Angelina Jolie's removal of her healthy breasts because she tested positive for the breast cancer gene.  Removing an organ, teeth, a limb, or one's breasts should be seen as a last resort, but allopaths have a major fetish for doing it ahead of schedule.  Sometimes an -ectomy is the only thing that will work, and in that case, full lasers ahead.  Removing a cat's teeth because their gums might become inflamed is barbaric.  On the upside, I was able to find an herbal remedy with calendula that has eased my cat's mouth swelling considerably, no drastic measures necessary. 

The only time allopaths seem to consider prevention is when a child is questioning his or her gender role.  An entire field of medical profiteers rush to outcomes of chemical and physical castration for minors who might just be plain old gay or lesbian at age twelve, or who might only be curious because they're twelve.  

The second way allopaths like to treat symptoms is with drugs.  Allopaths are glorified drug dealers.  This is fine and good if your medical ailments are confined to a case of pinkeye and one feral cat bite within the last fifteen years like mine.  It's not good at all if you have chronic pain and an entire system determined to keep you in chronic pain so you'll depend on their pharmaceutical products.  Antibiotics are especially insidious as they are pumped into animals who are later consumed as food; as a result bacteria have evolved into super-bacteria.  

The Panacea and the Scapegoat

In the same way a kid becomes popular at school, there is often a "food of the moment" or an ingredient that gets propelled into the spotlight.  Turmeric is the current It Food.  Soon it will be shoved to the wayside for another cure-all, which will be turned into high-priced supplements complete with infomercials.  Likewise, there are ingredients that become damned as The Great Evil in the form of scapegoats.  Right now, the heady role of Evil Food is being played by wheat gluten.  Vegetable oils run a close second, and refined sugar is a distant third.  Back in the 1920s, the Evillest Food was surely the demon Alcohol.  Vaccines were to be the panacea to end all panaceas.  Unfortunately, their benefits, much like the severity of the Coronavirus, turned out to be imaginary.  Far more real were their side effects, including permanently damaging heart inflammation, type two diabetes, tremors, and death.  

Panaceas and scapegoats are what you do when you have no idea what you are doing.  The panacea is the sought after cure all and the scapegoat is the kill all everyone loves to hate.  The panacea is the long-awaited Savior who comes down from Heaven and delivers everything the masses could ever want for free, just as long as they have repented and dedicated their souls only to him as the One God.  The scapegoat is the evilly evil villain who is blamed for all of the world's ills burning in the eternal lake of fire.  He's the food or herbal version of Donald Trump or if you occupy the other side of the political spectrum, Klaus Schwab.

Nursing Homes

I used to bring students to nursing homes when I began my music teaching career in the 90s and in the 00s.  Whenever I have hosted small performances in nursing homes, there are always at least two or three child performers who are afraid to go in.  Considering the performances involve fewer than ten child pianists, singers, or guitarists, two or three is a significant number.  The student's fears are not unfounded, because the performers who do the mini-shows are beset with plaintive pleas from the residents who wish to "go home" or who are generally confused, sad, and begging for help.  

The nursing home-as-business-model is yet another way our civilization cannibalizes its own in the final stages of collapse.  In this way it is similar to the hospitals I frequently rail against for their outsized role in what is left of the real economy.  Though there are some people who want to be in nursing homes, from my experience, it is where you warehouse the elderly until they die because the elderly are no longer respected as sources of competence or wisdom.  

Coronatarianism was the ultimate straw in breaking any kind of observation or oversight of nursing homes and hospitals.  Both are now wholesale murder camps depending on the caprice and the amount of payoffs given to the nursing home or hospital administrators in question. Lockdowns and visitor prohibitions were utterly convenient and removed seeing eyes from potential scenes of medical neglect, abuse, or just bumbling hapless idiocy.  The poor souls crying for my students to take them home from the pricey assisted living facility now have absolutely zero advocates.  Any potentially caring outsider is forbidden from entry and the workers on the inside of the facility have either been brainwashed or fired for not receiving the experimental MRNA therapy.  

Our Era as Dystopian Fiction

Hieronymus Bosch, Christ in Limbo

One of the main reasons it is so difficult for the average person, including myself, to make a deep connection to the spiritual is the predicament of our age.  If we currently dwell in the first stirrings of the Age of Aquarius, and I believe we do, it is rather obvious that great enlightenment has failed to occur on a mass scale.  On the contrary, the higher self remains more remote for most people than it has ever been in human history. 

The Incas fascinatingly seemed to foresee our unspiritual era and wanted to escape being reincarnated during it.  In The Secret of the Incas: Myth, Astronomy, and the War Against TIme, William Sullivan makes the case that the Incas and the Mayans sought via complicated magical means to sit out our own peculiar era.  Nostradamus was also plagued by the fear his potent magical knowledge would be abused by the people of our era – he burned every magical book he had at one point to stop the knowledge from falling into our bumbling hands.  Magicians of past eras often did this, not just out of worry that Dominicans were coming to out them and torture them, but because the future scryed in visions was such a bleak and literally godforsaken environment.

Demonic Paradise and Downward Pull

I loved my toys when I was a kid in the 1970s and 1980s.  I had a huge collection of stuffed animals.  My favorite one was a red beanbag received in an Easter Basket one year.  The beanbag was egg shaped with little feet, hands, and a face.  I had a fancy sled that looked like a small snow plow.  I had at least one Barbie Dream House, and I distinctly remember having at least one car for Barbie and her friends.  I had an electronic toy called a Speak and Spell that I used to become a third grade spelling ace.  All of these toys now sit somewhere in a landfill or are ocean waste.  One of the primary reasons I chose as a little girl not to have children in this incarnation was the profligate waste the children of this era put onto our fragile planet.  The amount of waste produced by an affluent child these days dwarfs my output by ten times.  All of this plastic bombardment does not lend itself to spiritual aspiration.  My whole childhood world was plastic, from the dashboard of the petroleum-fueled cars in which I rode to the olefin rugs under my feet and the shampoo bottles that existed so I could scent my hair with synthetic peaches.  Our era is one of plastic and temptation.  There are more people who have sold their souls to demons and devils in our era than at any other time.  This is what I believe.

What Does It Mean to Sell One’s Soul?

I used to think that selling one’s soul required a Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage-level ritual (a year plus in a secluded house, exceptionally well-drawn magic circles) and it took me a long time to become educated otherwise.  Selling one’s soul is not a short process.  It is a series of increasingly deeper degradations and lies to oneself about right versus wrong.  Though there are some stunningly obvious examples of politicians and celebrities who have sold their souls and who may have physically conjured deities from the Goetia to get the job done, selling one’s soul isn’t necessarily profound or individual.  A group of souls can compromise its destiny by acting as a herd.  This is what I believe happened with the Nazification of Germany, the Stalinization of Russia, and the current Faucization of the denizens of empires beholden to globalist sway.  

 
It is not very goth of me to admit that one of my favorite movies of all time is Legally Blonde from the year 2004.   Vanessa Whistler writing for IMDB describes Legally Blonde this way:

Elle Woods (Reese Witherspoon) has it all. She's the President of her sorority, a Hawaiian Tropic girl, Miss June in her campus calendar, and, above all, a natural blonde. She dates the cutest fraternity boy on campus and wants nothing more than to be Mrs. Warner Huntington III. But, there's just one thing stopping Warner (Matthew Davis) from popping the question: Elle is too blonde. Growing up across the street from Aaron Spelling might mean something in Los Angeles, California, but nothing to Warner's East-Coast blue blood family. So, when Warner packs up for Harvard Law and reunites with an old sweetheart from prep school, Elle rallies all her resources and gets into Harvard, determined to win him back. But law school is a far cry from the comforts of her poolside and the mall. Elle must wage the battle of her life, for her guy, for herself and for all the blondes who suffer endless indignities everyday.