Kimberly Steele

The term 401(K) comes from the tax status of the earnings.  A 401(K) is a type of adjacent bank account that siphons savings away to play the stock market.  Supposedly this form of gambling is safe.  

Though the term Black Friday has come to be associated with Christmas shopping orgies in late November, the "black" part of the moniker used to apply to stock market crashes.  September 24, 1869 was one such crash.  It was said to be caused by two greedy investors named Jay Gould and James Fisk.  The investors bought obscene amounts of gold, driving up the price due to scarcity.  President Ulysses S. Grant tried to put a stop to the shenanigans by selling a large amount of the US Treasury's gold which in turn caused the stock market to crash.  More crashes came and went during the Belle Epoque until the Great Crash of 1929, which led to the Glass Steagal Act of 1933.  Glass Steagall was a set of banking reforms that put the kibosh on any bank's ability to use its customer's money to play the stock market.

Glass Steagall was repealed in 1999 by President Bill Clinton, which

"opened the door to an orgy of financial mischief so arrant and awful, and to a plague of corruption so broad and deep, that American life is now pitching into a long emergency." -James Howard Kunstler in 2015

The Bathroom Class

The middle class that President Franklin D. Roosevelt attempted to protect in 1933 is clinging on for dear life in 2025.  In one corner, we have the lower eighty percent comprised of the working poor and their dependents such as the elderly, children, the disabled, and those on welfare.  All of the above (or should I say below?) live hand to mouth and paycheck to paycheck if they are lucky enough to have one or more jobs and hustles.  Theirs is a game of robbing Peter to pay Paul for the last thirty years; an exhausting runaround of managing debts.  There is no "saving money" for the lower eighty percent.  It does not exist.  Every time they get ahead enough to maybe purchase a one month backup supply of off brand Kleenex, the car needs a three thousand dollar overhaul or a tooth decides to go full root canal.  Every time they go to the grocery store, the products either shrink in size or inflate in price.  A loaf of bread cost seventy five cents in 1992.  Nowadays a half loaf of bread costs $3.50.  Wages have not risen in a way that is anywhere near commensurate to what life costs.  Anyone who still works retail or fast food, and there are quite a few working retail and fast food, is making $13-15 dollars per hour.  I worked in the local shopping mall in 1990 and I made $12 an hour... that was considered poverty wages back then and bread only cost seventy five cents.  

The upper twenty percent has many names: Professional Managerial Class, salary class, stockholders, laptop class.  They are truly in a class to themselves.  Unlike those below them, they feature retirees who do not have to work until they die.  They are shareholders and trustees.  They enjoy safe neighborhoods with good schools that are perpetually on the up and up, with older, more modest homes being gutted or outright demolished for spacious new construction and the latest in countertop trends.  They always have luxurious, new bathrooms.  We might as well call them the Bathroom Class because they have more luxury toilets per person than any clique in history.  As much as I castigate them, I count the Bathroom Class among my friends.  Many of them are hardworking, helpful souls.  Many of them have earned their retirements, and the only difference between them and the non-Bathroom class is that they actually have money to retire.  Whatever virtues the Bathroom Class might possess do not hide the fact that investment dividends are not earned wealth.  Investment is speculation for financial gain.  Speculation for financial gain is gambling.  Unless the investment is a personal and uncontracted agreement of trust, it is what the Bible calls usury.  The repeal of Glass Steagall and a list of other factors means that investing in the stock market, including with the "safe" 401(K), is playing fast and loose with the meager pennies of the lower eighty percent and their earned wealth. That sort of usury may not hold any consequences in the present incarnation where all subsist in a spiritual Dark Age of ignorance and Greed as God, but it does not bode well for future incarnations as things balance out.  

Most investment dividends come indirectly or directly from private equity firms such as Blackrock and Blackstone.  These firms are corporate goliaths that control the media, drive up home prices, and perpetuate the System of child trafficking that keeps the world trapped in low vibrational consciousness.  There is nothing inherently good about the System or the private equity firms that keep it running.  

Quiznos and Smashburger, a Tale of Private Equity

In the early 2000's, Quiznos was the fastest growing sandwich chain in America.  Though I always thought their sandwiches were mediocre, my husband loved their new (at the time) concept of roasting the sandwich under a broiler before adding the final lettuce and sauces.  Quiznos, like many fast casual strip mall restaurants, was a franchise.  Each store was run by someone who had bought into the franchise with his or her own money and in return gained the suppliers, the name, and the opportunity to up their class status by ostensibly becoming a business owner instead of an employee.  Quiznos took off and its franchises began popping up on every corner.  There were approximately 4500 Quiznos franchise locations at the restaurant's peak. Sometimes a Quiznos would pop up across the street from another Quiznos, literally within three to four hundred yards, as if they were competing gas stations.  The private equity firm that owned Quiznos not only allowed this, they encouraged it, wantonly pitting franchisees against each other in a race to the bottom. My husband noticed that our local Quznos degraded in quality, often running out of ingredients, skimping, or substituting with poorer quality food.  Little did he know what was going on in the background.  The private equity firm allowed many Quiznos to cannibalize other Quiznos, following the catastrophic failures and losses with a promise to reform, which was (of course) a fake out.  The private equity firm lured its surviving franchisees into an exclusive supplier contract, which at first brought back affordable purchasing for those left standing.  If you guessed the private equity firm also owned the supplier and promptly jacked up prices so more franchisees went under, you guessed correctly.  Once Quiznos was fully cannibalized and transformed from the leading sandwich seller to a barely-there also ran of closed restaurants and broken dreams, the private equity firm consolidated and sold off its debt, offshored the profits, filed for bankruptcy on all except the intellectual property, which it kept.  These ill-gotten gains from Quiznos franchisees's hard work, sweat, and tears was repackaged and used to open a fancy burger chain called Smashburger.  It was like Quiznos never happened for all except the franchisees.

Young couples who wish to buy homes and start families nowadays cannot because a private equity firm has either already bought the house and turned it into an eternal rental or Blackstone has raised the overall price of housing around the globe.  I am reminded of a scene in the first Resident Evil movie, a film about an evil Umbrella corporation that unleashes a zombie virus.  In one scene, a group of characters is forced through a laser room where they must play a macabre version of twister to avoid lasers slicing off various body parts.  Spoiler alert: in the end of the laser room scene, the cleverest guy gets sliced into neat little cubes when the laser turns into a mesh.  It is the movie equivalent of a brute smashing the chessboard because he was losing the game.  Private equity is the Umbrella Corporation.  It owns the laser room and it does not like to lose.  

A rising tide raises all ships, but it devours any who cannot afford a boat.  I know many people who regularly go on fabulous international vacations and who have trained their children to embrace the same grandiose lifestyles.  These people are not the direct trustees of private equity firms, but their wealth is private equity money all the same.  Private equity is invested in almost every major company at this point.  It is rarer to find an area of life where private equity is not in the process of cannibalizing wealth.  When people derive income from investing, they give the private equity firms more license to roam free and unchecked in their cannibalistic benders.  Since private equity is the latest form of wendigo, no amount of misery or destruction will ever be able to glut its appetites.

When Covid rule descended and small business owners like me were cannibalized so that more wealth could be transferred to the Bathroom Class wendigo, stockholders sat in their well-apppointed homes and ordered food delivered to their door while bingeing on Netflix, Hulu, and online games.  The Bathroom Class benefited from Covid rules and the lower eighty percent footed the bills and did the work once again.

They Say the Meek Shall Inherit the Earth

I could be wrong but I don't see things going well for some of our current high riders in the far future.  The infuriating bit is that for now, those who choose to enjoy wealth that was earned by those they considered beneath them are not about to change status.  The consequences of human behavior seldom if ever play out at the human scale... at least not immediately.

I believe that everyone who does serious spiritual work eventually comes to the realization that there is a Law of Wealth that exists for humans and perhaps any species that develops an extremely abstracted wealth system.  The Law of Wealth states that the person who amasses and keeps unearned wealth merely agrees to earn that wealth in a future lifetime.  There are a ton of mitigating factors that get thrown into this seemingly simple karmic equation.  Generosity, for instance, sublimates by exponents.  If your actions were compulsively generous in one lifetime, you can manage to repay major chunks, if not all of your unearned wealth.  Generosity pays with compounding interest of the soul.  If you fill your life with good works, gratitude, and humility, you can rectify a massive amount of "bad" karma.

As I have speculated and hypothesized in other essays, I believe many human-incarnated souls are going to wind up in animal forms as the current Holocene extinction is followed by the next great explosion of life on Earth.  The unique part of our era is its prolific number of incarnated human souls.  In the stripe of Hermetic Druidry to which I subscribe, this means that there are many formerly animal beings running aroud the planet at the moment.  The cycle of evolution is not just for matter, it is for spirit.  I was standing by my piano one day when I asked a wandering entity "What's it like to be a god?" The being, which I believe was a god though it's anybody's guess which one, gave a cryptically comical answer:  "It is like turning an amoeba into a pianist".  In other words, it is a long, slow process in geological scales of time to gradually complexify a spark of life in a tiny amoeba and put it through existence after existence until it is a human being who can manage a piano sonata.  When a being gets to the pianist stage, it is a true coming of age.  Not that the pianist is the final event in the chain -- of course not! -- but what has occurred is that cellular consciousness has become animal consciousness and then human animal consciousness.  This takes many, many trips around the sun.  The addition of fine motor skills such as music means that layers of sediment have built to mountainous heights.  The etheric body became an astral body and now the astral body develops a mental sheath.  Gods went through this process long ago, possibly in other universes.  They earned their mental bodies (body is a terrible, inadequate, and primitive word for the phenomenon of which I speak) as well as spiritual bodies that are much more intricate and masterful than our fledgling mental bodies.  Some gods deign to take an interest in human slugs like you and me.  From my experience, they are far more likely to interact with those who do not presume to speak for them personally or through a book or to be on equal footing with them, but I digress.

With such an excess of human-incarnated souls as we have now, we have a natural excess of humans who were wild or domestic animals fewer than a hundred years ago, which is not much in the span of geological time.  Though I believe vaccination and its aluminum adjuvants has been the primary gasoline on the autism dumpster fire, there may be other, deeper reasons why so many autistic people are being created.

The development of a full etheric body is the precursor to the development of the astral body, which is the body that animals are working on and the one upon which humans have a fairly decent grip.  Complex astral skills include written language, architecture, philosophy, music, computing, and large scale urbanization and warfare.  None of these phenomenon make humans any better than rocks, trees, animals, or bugs, but they indicate we may be more skilled in the astral plane than some of the previously mentioned things.  

So if you've made it this far in a long essay by a fringe occultist who talks to her toilet, you may be one of those who feels surrounded by stupid people.  Please keep in mind many of those people were quite literally cows, sheep, birds, cats, mice, crocodiles, fireflies, and squirrels a mere five to one hundred years ago and keep sympathy in your heart.  Like you, they are doing the best they can.  Energy is neither created nor destroyed.  It only changes form.  This is true for soul sparks of billions of animals who die are are quickly reincarnated as humans in the frenetic, overpopulated schedule of today.  

There is nothing wrong with being an animal.  It is neither inherently better nor worse than being a human.  Though our Faustian culture wants to push us to see reincarnation as success or failure where the superior human "wins" by ascending to non-embodiment, the kind of Buddhism and gnosticism that craps on all incarnation as essentially worthless is toxic.  Human life is hellish.  Being an animal is also hellish.  Both are also heavenly.  It depends on where you focus.  In my own case, human blackness and despair had me wanting to end my life.  I have fond memories of being a goose.  I was flying with my flock, the wind lifting my wings and my beak straight ahead.  We knew where we were going.  

As this era of overpopulation recedes like a tide -- and I would argue this is already happening -- some souls will bubble off into non-incarnation, stepping off into a new set of responsibilities that likely do not include anything like holding down a job or harvesting food.  This is not to say they won't have responsibility; I am almost certain they will and those could be difficult to handle.  In my own case, if I ever leave incarnation (I do not believe this will happen anytime within the next six hundred years at the minimum) I think I will become a Bodhisattva.  If I go back to being a cat or a goose as I was thousands of years ago, I don't foresee having a problem with it.  

I have spent a few years looking into what might happen to the vaccinated in their afterlives, and I was recently intrigued to find a couple of other people who are doing the same thing, Bernard Guenther and Thomas Mayer.  Guenther and Mayer are both heavily influenced by the work of Rudolf Steiner and hold him in high esteem.  Steiner had odd things to say about vaccines long before they were as de rigueur as they are today.  He said that vaccines will be responsible for the retardation of spiritual development in many humans and I believe he is correct.  Guenther and Mayer mainly that they can cause separation, detachment, and damage to the subtle bodies and they can make it much more difficult to engage in spiritual work.  For many years, I have had dim perceptions of the same phenomena. Guenther and Mayer speculate that recipients of Big Pharma protocols like MRNA vaccination and chemotherapy face becoming earthbound in the afterlife, which is to say that their etheric and astral bodies seem to end up tethered to the incarnation in which they vaccinated or became inundated with drugs via chemotherapy for an unusually lengthy period, but not forever.  Because these speculations are about the dead and based on unreliable communications with them, nobody knows if any of it is true and there is no way of proving it.  

From my own experience of communicating with the dead, I believe there is a glut of possibilities in the afterlife for the average Joe and Jane that is so vast, a retard like me could not hope to speculate it with any accuracy.  Obviously this has not stopped me from trying.  One possibility is that a large number of human-incarnated souls will return to non-human animal incarnation as wilderness subsumes Gaia.  Another possibility is that many souls will choose the accelerated evolution of spiritual work and become an army of non-incarnated beings themselves, having evolved beyond the need for physical manifestation.  

A Special Kind of Stupid

Somewhere between seventy and eighty percent of the world's population vaccinated, and many who did either died while still in the salty phase of trying to force and coerce others into the vaccination pyramid or are still pushing the vaccine narrative today.  Due to the nature of vaccination dislocating the subtle bodies as well as the karmic consequences of forcing others to do what you want (you will be in turn forced to do what you don't want to do) it seems logical that many vaccinated individuals will become earthbound after death.   But even they have the possibility of being redeemed and spared depending upon their vibe and openness to change. 

There is a special set who embody the rejection of spiritual evolution.  For instance, I have often said Sean Combs, also known as Diddy, seems doomed to reincarnate on a comet.  When I gave it some thought, I could easily see him ending up earthbound, almost content in that state because his etheric body would be able to wander its local area (provided he was not cremated) and vampirize people much like he did when he was still alive.  Diddy's astral body is most likely to remain earthbound, which will give him plentiful opportunities to enter nightmares and wreak havoc.   There are plenty just like him.  This is why everyone needs a banishing ritual.  Those who reject the Light at the end of human life and its companion, the Darkness of Judgement, stymy and delay the reincarnation process.  The Earth is currently teeming with formerly human spirits of this nature who could not let go and who also cannot pass into the next realm: that is how we get the most common of negative hauntings.  All of these stuck spirits had a choice.  They were shown (as you will be shown) a glimpse of the higher planes without so many blinders.  Like you, they were given a choice to go towards the light, which represents the higher self along with the higher selves of their particular soul swarm.  The cosmic ushers known as Bodhisattvas were there showing the path towards a natural progression of lives.  Their souls were given the chance to rest and digest the hard lessons of Meatworld among friends.  

Souls like theirs rebelled in the worst sort of way in life and they continue the path in death.  Having betrayed their soul swarm while in Meatworld, they run away, thinking there is someplace else to go.  As in life, they try to take the lazy way out in death, believing themselves to be entitled.  It is at that point where they are thrown to whatever demons they are tied to via the bargains they made while alive.  Demons, infection, disease, and narcissism overlap.  One leads to another.  For instance, a propensity towards alcoholism may be exacerbated by a little voice inside the future alcoholic's head whispering "Have another drink... it will be fine".  If you think that voice always came from the person's own head every single time, you are too naive to be helped.  Before long, the alcoholic's benders make her prone to both physical and nonphysical infection: disease.  On the more subtle planes, she is host to colonies of etheric larvae that feed off her diseased energy. She is also a vector of astral infection as she pleads for others to join her alcoholic astral pyramid in the form of drinking buddies.  Her energy is hungry and wants joiners.  

Unearned wealth is the ultimate addiction, which brings us full circle to the private equity firm CEO owner of Quiznos and Smashburger.  It's not that his human soul will ever amass enough power to become a demon, nor will that happen for Diddy after he dies.  As much as a power and money hungry human wants to assume the mantle of a superbeing in life or death, the hungry human is never going to be the owner of the casino.  Instead he will be merely another player.  The following, like the rest of this essay, is pure speculation.  The CEO of Quiznos/Smashburger (there have been several) is going to have the usual reception by their soul swarm shortly after dying.  They will be given a brief glimpse of rest and bliss before being sent to feel all that they put others through, and to sort wheat from chaff when it comes to the lives they touched.  If they had many good works that we know nothing about, those will be taken into account and balanced against the wealth they stole from their franchisees.  The balance between those things and their attitude towards it will determine where they will spend time between lives.  I believe people with obscene amounts of unearned wealth cannot hope to balance the scales in their favor, and it is also my belief that the CEOs of private equity firms will spend an inordinate amount of time earthbound and caught in a limbo as a result of running from accountability.  They will act in death as they did in life, avoiding responsibility for what they have done.  They are going to be against the natural law that forces them to earn every penny they stole, and that will mean finally becoming empathetic to emotional pain of the sort they inflicted and a lineup of existences as everything from a sweatshop slave to a dray horse.  Earn it back, earn it back. They will haunt the earth as hungry ghosts until they incarnate as humans in a much different and harder era, and they will not be born as queens and kings.  If they don't get enough redemptive human incarnations in before the Holocene era wraps, they will be reincarnated as non-human animals for the foreseeable future.  If they piss off the gods and powers well enough, they just might end up having to start over as plankton.  Now you see why I want nothing to do with unearned wealth!  I could be wrong, but I also could be right.



 

Our civilization is defined by its unearned wealth. Petroleum is the wealth of stored solar energy formed from the compacted, rotted remains of trillions of living organisms that lived millions of years ago. How absurd that one species burned nearly all of the huge reserves of fossil muck in fewer than three hundred years. It takes a special kind of stupid to that, and a special kind of entitlement.

I say this and I will be driving my car over 30 miles today. Though my car is a 2006 economy car that most women of my socio-economic background would have replaced at least three times over by now, it is still a Faustian bargain I chose when the facts on the ground are I hate driving and I never wanted to own a car. I have always been a fan of walking long distances, but even I cannot fathom walking seventeen miles to get to work and seventeen miles back once I am finished. Like many, I am stuck in an arrangement of bad faith where I spend resources I did not earn that would not be possible to spend if this was 1623 and not 2023.

Unearned wealth is immensely seductive. My reluctant travels in my car take me past several luxurious neighborhoods that I used to want to live in as a younger woman. Along one road I drive, the entire stretch on both sides is McMansions for several miles. New roofs, freshly bricked driveways, and neat little gardens mulched and edged in brick loom behind shrubbery that costs more than my monthly mortgage to purchase and maintain. Windows are not allowed to be dirty or to have rotted sashes. Cars are hidden away in five car garages that look like average size houses. Some McMansions have the appearance of small villages from a distance because of their weird, eclectic rooflines.

Nobody who lives in a McMansion or any of the millions of homes designed to imitate them in miniature believes in unearned wealth having a price. The atheism of our age is driven primarily by people who subconsciously fear paying the piper. I believe the Joel Osteens and Dalai Lamas of the world who ride the top of unearned wealth only believe they answer to God if God is still handing them a massive share of unearned goodies. In their hearts, I believe Joel Osteen and the Dalai Lama are agnostic atheists despite their bleating to the contrary. I judge them not by their words but by their deeds.

Nobody knows the price of unearned wealth because from the looks of things, the consequences are designed to play out over large, glacial eras of time and are so grandly scaled, our puny human minds could never understand them. Perhaps that is why the downfall of Hollywood celebrities in our current era is so fascinating to me. Many of them seem to be running face-first into almost instant karma over the span of one human lifetime. A celebrity’s stock and trade is their looks; that is to say, their wealth is largely dependent on how pretty they can make themselves. Back in the halcyon days of Greta Garbo, becoming the belle of the ball meant you had to be born good looking. Nowadays, there are an array of plastic surgeries that can transform a plain Jane into a fetching Gretchen. Madonna was able to use plastic surgery to her advantage for a time, as were many others, going from an average-looking 6 as a young woman to an 8 as a forty year old woman. Many years later, Megan Fox inflated her lips and with them her career. Untold numbers of Hollywood men got hair plugs and extended their careers along with the appearance of youth. Nowadays, the lowliest of influencers is expected to inflate her breasts, reduce her nose, fill her brow, and puff up her lips via easily-attainable cosmetic procedures. What they are not allowed to do is to look old, and therein lies the rub. At some point, unless we die young, we are all going to look different than we did as young people, and looking like a quasi-young version of what’s currently on trend is decidedly not the same as looking genuinely young.

Trying to outrun the visible signs of the reaper’s encroachment is ending for many in disfigurement. An increasing number of older celebrities, including males, are disfigured because of the number of cosmetic procedures they put themselves through in order to chase the dragon of a “better” appearance. Simon Cowell, Meg Ryan, Priscilla Presley, Lara Flynn Boyle, Demi Moore, and the late Michael Jackson are all harrowing examples of what happens when cosmetic procedures go too far. With the explosion of cosmetic procedures, we now see them exacting their costs at an early age. Celebrities are now getting face lifts and buccal fat removal that renders them deformed and weird looking their 30s: Lea Michele, Ariana Grande, Kim Kardashian and Anya Taylor-Joy are on a scary race towards Jocelyn Wildenstein territory.

The Coronatarianism epidemic that saw literally billions getting an experimental set of injections disguised as vaccines in order to stay in the good graces of the favored class was our civilization’s way of worshipping its true God: unearned wealth. The shots themselves served as an unholy communion with the pharmaceutical grift that now comprises at least 70 percent of the real economy. I believe the costs of that particular grift are far scarier than becoming the facsimile of a cat or the Saw franchise monster in the face, and that’s why I was ready to die rather than take that communion.

With a subject this dark, I realize I have much more to write, so this ends Part I. I have no positive spin except to say that if you have earned wealth, be proud of it, and if you think you’ve got some unearned wealth, do your level best to find it where it hides, potentially give it away, and work to sublimate it in order to ameliorate its terrible karma.

"For now, the public arena is entirely occupied by the mass formation psychosis that first erupted around Donald Trump and then shifted to Covid-19." -James Howard Kunstler, Clusterfuck Nation blog

Coronatarianism and the MRNA vaccine as the Savior of the religion of Progress was the alchemical product of Trump Derangement Syndrome. The worship of Progress was the result of many generations of people born in the previous millennium who sold what few youthful ideals they had to sell. As a kid who grew up in the 1980s, I remember being quite alone in my disgust of consumerism. Generation X was not idealistic. When Millennials came up behind us, they longed for 1980s prosperity, conveniently forgetting the horrible nihilism that settled on the land like a caul when Reagan took office. Millennials were the first generation to chase material prosperity completely divorced from ideals.

This era is permeated with a spirit of moorlessness. Families are uprooted and atomized. It is not uncommon to have close relatives who live 21 hours away by plane. The lifestyle chased by the moorless and the rootless is one of exotic fetishism: the grass is perceived as greener in the other country. It's a wendigo. The big house in the suburbs is not enough. Eventually it will be replaced by the even larger house in the more exclusive neighborhood.

All Hail the 1980s

Right now, the upper middle class is a drama that is playing out against the backdrop of cheap oil going away. Panic is the unspoken truth everywhere in uptown worlds. There is a constant shell game of Hide the Poverty and Hide the Arbitrage. I say this yet I am as guilty as any of enjoying cheap goods from China, the West's favorite place to employ when trying to hide from falling standards of living. I still shop at Dollar Tree.

"Something I was considering the other day, if this is some sort of divine retribution, is it going about it's business by asking us how much are we willing to give up in order to continue to live our high powered, high consumption lifestyles? Will you even submit your body to injected mutilation so you can keep shopping, keep going on holidays, keep eating out etc? This madness seems to be uniquely targeting the most overdeveloped countries, and perhaps there is something redistributive in that." -Anonymous, Open Covid Post at Ecosophia.dreamwidth.org, 12/29/2021 at 3:13am

The Deal is Struck

Demons make easy bargains with the panicked and the desperate. The deal in the 1980s was to trade sensible decline for partying like it's 1999. The 1990s were the 80s on steroids. It saw the birth of the McMansion trend and the blossoming of propagandized wars for profit. The 2000s were the age of the bubble, especially real estate, with a pop at the end. No lessons were learned, and so here we are living out the aftermath of the 2010s, the decade when psychosis and derangement became the average state of the human mind.

The class of people who never stopped chasing 1982 (this includes my generation, who should have known better, as well as Boomers, Millennials, and some not-so-bright Zoomers) struck the bargain.

 

"Just give me a little more plane travel and I'll stick carcinogenic ethylene oxide up my nose. Let me into the arena where I can sponge the energy of the Satanic Hollyweird celebrity and I'll submit my body to a dangerous experiment. Just a few more years in my climate controlled palace where I eat strawberries and avocados in winter and hire teams of young Hispanic men to care for my yard in summer and I'll sacrifice the long term health of my children, and very possibly their ability to reproduce."

The people who consider themselves the most educated and informed have had ample opportunity to see the writing on the wall. Screaming la la la and clapping hands over the ears has been a popular strategy for the last two years when confronted with evidence that Covid isn't all that dangerous or that MRNA vaccines are extremely dangerous, but it's no excuse. At this point, anyone who has gotten the vaccines has made their bed and they are now forced to lie in it.

There are a lot of people, most of them men, who have died suddenly after their booster after two solid years of cursing the unvaccinated. Their karma was to get off easy. Compare the fate of Instagram personality Queen City Dom, a lovely young woman who has been crippled and saddled with excruciating pain after getting only one dose of the Pfizer vaccine. Even worse is Maddy Garay, a 13 year old who took part in the Pfizer trials for children and will most likely never walk again. The horror stories abound on social media for anyone who isn't deliberately trying to avoid the information. Even the most cloistered can find the hashtags #realnotrare and #protectyourfamily.

I believe the suffering of the MRNA vaccine-injured is the collective fault of those who got the vaccines early and enthusiastically with little to no pressure, like one of my husband's friends. If there is a die off as my Ogham have predicted, the die off will be their fault. Guilt is often used to manipulate and that is not my goal here. I'm saying there are consequences for not showing some spine when it matters. Consequences exist.

Just because one vaccinated person seemingly gets away scot free does not absolve them from karmic consequences in this life or the next. This is my perception and I could be wrong. I believe the karma of shutting out what you don't want to hear, willful ignorance, is nasty. The karma of knowing your decisions will hurt, maim, wreck, and kill others but doing it anyway is awful. I used to be atheist only seven years ago and I did not believe anyone had to live out the consequences of their actions. This was much of what fueled my atheist rage. The sense that there is karma leaves me less angry but far more uneasy.

Easy to Sicken, Hard to Kill

I believe this era is unique in the kind of corrupt, grifting rackets it produced. Nowhere is racketeering more pronounced than in allopathic medicine. Medicine in its current form cannot possibly last. Doctors spend their entire careers treating one body part or at best one body system (podiatrist, dentist) and never so much as dabble in understanding the human body as a whole. Metastasized hospital buildings hulk and glower over the landscape, financed by predatory pharmaceutical and insurance grift. Every person entering and leaving the etherically malnourished hell of medical facilities has a pathological fear of death and dying. The detached masses of white coated professionals with their heads in the clouds are absolutely terrified of any manifestation of DIY, earthy, pragmatic approaches to health... or just life in general. They feel much safer in their etherically stripped, deadened environments of staggering ugliness and waste. Hospitals are the epitome of etheric death. Any healing that takes place in a hospital is a testament to humans being easy to sicken but hard to kill. The modern hospital is an etheric abortion. There can be no healing when you treat the land like this and it is obscene even to pretend.

Legions are starving to death on the etheric plane while remaining well-fed on the material plane. They are driven by discontent because of their detachment from the spirit of home, the spirit of food, and the spirits of other humans. Costco is no substitute for a warm hearth and a meal cooked with love. Shutting off the voices that suggest the bargain was a bad one is easier than looking at the deal with its consequences stretching for many lifetimes into the future.

Masks continue to dominate the feeble minds of the fearmongers who perpetuated the Panicdemic. Their use as a talisman to ward off the forces conspiring to devour the Professional Managerial Class’s comfortable way of life is ongoing, despite the Fauci emails and the glaring examples of Florida, South Dakota, and Sweden. Like their disgraced furor Fauci, Coronatarians never knew enough about their own subconscious processes (despite untold dollars spent to sit on the psychotherapist’s couch and profligate use of her expensive facial tissues) to realize why they forced several generations of now-permanently damaged young people to wear a scrap of dirty maxipad on the face for a year and a half. As Fauci admitted in one of his flip-flops, masks never had any efficacy in preventing disease.

Masks as Misanthropy

What the mask’s vestigial, increasingly irrelevant promoters refuse to admit is that the mask is about the opposite of loving and caring for others. Wearing a mask is an expression of misanthropy: the mask is a symbol to indicate the wearer hates others and that they couldn’t care less about their welfare. Those who are forced into wearing masks, for instance, the many people with social anxiety who face nervous breakdowns if they are confronted by friends and strangers, are potentially forced to lie. They may not hate others, but because of tremendous pressure, they are coerced into joining the Hate Club whether they like it or not. Misery loves company.

We often heard about how wearing a mask mysteriously saved Grandma during the panic, though if we told ourselves the truth, Covid measures made it much easier for poor Grandma to be hidden and thrown away as a useless eater. Tik Tok doctors and nurses danced through empty hospital wards while their superiors received fat bonuses for every new “Covid patient” admitted to secret hells of malign neglect. Now that the MRNA-hijacker disguised as vaccine has hit the market, Grandma is often presented with it as a non-option if she ever wants to hold her grandchildren again. Never mind that adverse reactions, including death, are two orders of magnitude higher than any other vaccine roll out in American history. Never mind that Grandma gets to be a poked like a lab rat for a medical experiment for which no drug company will be held liable if it goes badly.

When I was a young girl, one of my primary regrets was the day I walked my young friend home. Because I was too young to go by myself (I think I was 8 or 9) my grandmother went with me. Grandma’s age made it harrowing and painful to walk the quarter mile or so. The walk there wasn’t half as bad as the walk back — my poor grandmother was crying. There was no excuse for what I did: not my age, not my friend’s desire to get home, nothing. I thought I was helping my grandmother by making her exercise. I thought it was the beginning of her regaining her mobility. I was an arrogant little nine year old. Instead, I subjected her to a Bataan Death March through the suburbs that I regretted long after she was in the ground. Like my 9 year old self, the Covidians think they are helping. They refuse to see the pain and hurt they are inflicting on the rest of the population, including those for whom claim to care.

Karmic Conundrum

I haven’t worn a mask for some time now because I don’t want the karma of it. Early on, I said that I would rather die than receive the so-called MRNA vaccine and I remain unchanged in that declaration. For me, I don’t reject the jab because I’m afraid of dying — that’s why I say I would rather die than have it. I would rather die than have the karma of the obedient mask-wearers and vax-getters.

It is my sincere belief that the people who continue to normalize the mask and the jab have terrible karma in store. Karma is nothing more and nothing less than cause and effect, and though it is as sure as gravity, I don’t claim to have any purchase on the ways it will manifest in the lives of those who have earned it.

Some of the karma for masking and vaxxing appears to be gathering on a dark horizon. For Bill Gates and other members of high-profile Epstein’s Pleasure Island group, they seem well on their way towards swinging from street lanterns without the benefit of their heads. Woke school board members who subsist ungratefully on the taxpayer dime while installing BLM and transgender propaganda don’t seem far behind if the new Recession gets too long in the tooth.

Some of the karma for masking and vaxxing is instant. In my state of Illinois, the state’s Tyrant in Chief has gotten himself backed into a corner. When groups like my Speakeasy Illinois quietly went around the mandates by solely patronizing patriotic, freedom-loving stores and establishments, the big woke retailers found themselves fighting for a shrinking customer pool in a bad economic recession. Presto change-o, suddenly the mask mandate expired and if you showed your vaccination card, you could suddenly shop at all the places almost like it was 2019. Little did the woke retailers realize that many of us would never walk into their stores again, as we did not wish to engage in any forms of Stockholm Syndrome style lovemaking with our abusers. There was also the problem of filtering each person at the woke retailer’s front door for their vaccine card, which is a violation of his or her Constitutional rights as well as inconvenient and difficult. The karma for the wokesters is increasingly empty stores — any retail CEO interested in this phenomenon should plug in the terms Carson Pirie Scott, Venture, or Zayre into a search engine — and the rise of alternative markets that don’t invade their customer’s medical privacy. Maskers now find themselves in the position of the modern day Nazi and his swastika.  Sure, he can wear the symbol, but it automatically marginalizes him as an extremist. If you have hatred in your heart, it’s probably not a good idea to wear it on your sleeve.

Broken Hearts

Speaking of hearts, myocarditis is a known side effect of getting the MRNA inoculation. I think the vaccine attacks their hearts because of their heartlessness when push came to shove during the peak of the Corona panic. Sadly, the worst myocarditis is afflicting teenage boys, which speaks of blood sacrifice and marks over doors that had the opposite effect than the one intended. The horrible part of bad karma is that it acts like a grenade. It’s messy and non-specific. How many Professional Managerial Class snobs sneered and wished death on people for shopping mask free in stores alongside the masked and fearful? Though correlation is not causation, there could be a connection with the subsequent visitation of the Death Angel upon the sons of the sinners.

The death of the Christian Church is one of the scarier convulsions of the banquet of consequences. While Christian lions such as Artur Pawlowski are persecuted for doing what Jesus would do, fake Christians huddle fearfully and sparsely in their often virtual, always socially-distanced pews. As a religious person who believes in Jesus Christ but by no means exclusively worships him, I can think of no better way to anger a god than to supplant his worship with an egregore or worse, a demon. In 2020 and 2021, Christians clearly replaced the worship of Jesus with that of Coronachan. If one shall know them by their fruits, we have only to look at churches that are still forcing congregants to wear the Satanic symbol of the mask as well as the Mark of the Beast in the form of the vaccine. For two years straight on Christ’s birthday and resurrection days, Christians pretended their god mattered as they conveniently failed to take their religion back from a disease that kills fewer people than some seasonal flus.  

Let Them Eat Bugs

Masks are a virtue signal that say "I've got mine, Jack!" meaning they signify the wearer as a person who believes it's OK for large corporations to benefit while the entire economy and the real people who need it crumbles. Masks are the symbol of the belief that communism in the form of eternal welfare checks can sustain a country. They are the sigil of those content to fiddle while Rome burns. Despite the baaing to the contrary of their wearers, masks are the ultimate way to say "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU OR YOUR FAMILY, you deserve to starve, peasant!"  Ultimately, the joke is on the one who thinks the hatred behind the mask is without blowback.  Anyone who believes in the mask is subject to the karma of the mask, and it hardly matters if they understand the symbolism behind it.