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They had a hundred problems, but etheric starvation wasn’t one of them.

If etheric starvation were a meal, it would be a Just Egg breakfast sandwich. Just Egg isn’t made of eggs — it is a vegan “egg” that comes in rectangular patty form made of highly processed mung beans. Being the bright-sided Pollyanna I am, I am grateful for Just Egg and I commend the company for trying, but if I never ate another Just Egg in my life, it would not be too soon. Just Egg is just like an egg as the name seems to promise. I don’t like Just Egg because it has a rancid, fake, throw up, septic smell that reminds me of my high school’s public cafeteria in 1987. It’s somewhere between savory and straight up ass. Throw one of those nasty things on some sad white bread with a schmear of ketchup and many would call it a decent meal. Not me.

We are all becoming diabetic

From casual observation, diabetics are a tribe with distinct propensities and identifiable personality traits, despite coming in every racial color and physical size. Every diabetic I have ever known, whether Type 1 or Type 2, has had a thing for convenient, microwaved food. Another commonality I have seen among diabetics is the tendency to binge, whether it is on food, sex, alcohol, drugs, or sleep. Diabetes is reliably accompanied with cycles of temporary, excessive, Spartan diligence that quickly regress into constant, desperate attempts to alleviate the suffering of chronic etheric depletion. There is an obsession with comfort and convenience in diabetics I have yet to see with any other part of the human population.

To my mind, diabetes is etheric starvation and etheric starvation is diabetes. This is why the disease is so prevalent in our time. Just as Greta Thunberg has found out the hard way that starving yourself as a child cancels puberty nearly as effectively as “gender-affirming” hormones, stuffing or bingeing does irreparable systemic damage. Type 2 diabetics trash their etheric bodies early in life and pay the piper later on. Sometimes this happens due to vicious cycle of staying up all night and sleeping into the afternoon for years at a time. Sometimes it happens via the abuse of food by eating far too much far too often. The result is that cells do not know when they are being fed, and that they begin refusing to do their assigned work, throwing sugar back into the body in confusion. Once the damage is done, it is difficult or impossible to reverse.

There will never be a cure for diabetes because allopathic medicine does not know the term etheric starvation, let alone how to alleviate it. There is no magic pill or removal of any organ that will provide the miracle results allopathic medicine’s believers hoist up as their faith. We can tell them all day long and they will refuse to believe us. We can insist that herbal medicine is superior because the plants are beings with whom we have a symbiotic relationship and want to heal us; they will laugh us out of the room. If it cannot be patented, price tagged, and profited from, they want nothing to do with it.

Polio or DDT poisoning?

They will say that inoculation cured smallpox, typhoid, and measles, but it didn’t. Sanitation did that. For those who are about to scream POLIO! please read this article in its entirety. Polio has all the same presenting symptoms as pesticide poisoning, and isn’t it funny how polio outbreaks reliably happened during peak harvest time, when fruits and vegetables were being eaten by the bushel? When Rachel Carson wrote Silent Spring, an entire arsenal of pesticides was being applied to crops willy nilly in the blind march toward Progress and the flying car future. The polio outbreak should have probably been renamed DDT’s consequences, but that would have been bad for stockholders.

The idea behind vaccines is to take a small amount of pathogen and inseminate the patient with it in order to spur an immune reaction. Homeopathy works on the same principles, and oddly enough, homeopathic remedies do not seem to work for me. I am one of those oddballs upon whom they have zero effect. Despite my own personal account, many swear by homeopathy. Yet homeopaths are laughed out of the room and vaccine pushers are not.

Much of the trouble with vaccines comes from their delivery system. Vaccines have an astounding amount of poison in them. Mercury, formaldehyde, and aluminum are tip of the iceberg. Milk and egg products, aborted fetal cells, rabbit brains, latex rubber, and MSG are shoved into the muscle tissue of babies and kids by parents who send food back for having a dusting of parmesan cheese for fear of allergies. If a child found an old glass thermometer, broke it and slurped down its contents, we would immediately take her to the ER to have her stomach pumped. Mercury poisoning is no laughing matter. Yet mercury is given to infants who are still wet behind the ears in the form of vaccines, and it isn’t given an opportunity to digest in the child’s mouth; it is pumped directly into muscle tissue. The average child is given 50 more vaccines in his infancy than I was given in the 1970s. The vaccine companies began escaping responsibility via the 1986 National Vaccine Childhood Injury Act, which allowed them to put whatever they wanted into kids’ arms without being liable.

Allergic to everything

If you want to enter your child in a game of Russian roulette where the prizes include severe autism, intellectual regression, childhood cancers, diabetes, hyperactivity, and deadly food allergies, put them in the business-as-usual vaccine sweepstakes. I am constantly amazed at the balls of parents who claim to put their children first but also cannot be bothered to research the potential harm of vaccines for a mere 30 minutes. When the light of intelligence is snuffed like a candle without hours if not seconds of a baby getting a vaccine, to my mind it is a crime for which the perpetrators should be hanged… all of them. The consequences of trusting your family doctor should not include your formerly bright child spending the rest of his or her life frozen in perpetual, drooling, diapered toddlerhood, but such evil exists and here we are. When the parent is no longer able to care for the overgrown puer or puella, the vaccine-damaged person faces a lonely desert island hell of being an adult child who is dependent upon the kindness of strangers.

Our civilization, via medical malfeasance and unnecessary interference, has created vaccine damaged individuals numbering in the hundreds of millions. It needs to be put to an end, and I believe in the future, the world’s newest religions will squelch allopathic medical ambitions wherever they dare to pop up.

When shots go in arms

The immune system is health. The body’s whole purpose in Meatworld is to fight off invaders: skin keeps nasties from entering and infiltrating our “bags of mostly water”. Cilia in the nose, aka nose hair, filter out airborne critters, which is why it is important to cultivate the habit of breathing through one’s nose.

The most overlooked part of the immune system is the digestive tract. Digestion comprises 70 percent of immunity. You are what you eat. Any doctor who does not immediately ask a sick patient “What have you been eating and drinking?” is a quack. Yet there is no consensus of which foods heal and which foods hurt and there never will be because we are all different. In my own case, I love garlic with a passion. I vastly prefer fresh garlic, especially lightly sauteed with spinach. Yum! Sadly, I can’t eat garlic that way and at that strength. My abdomen will threaten to quit a bitch for several days if I do — I will writhe in agony and wish that I had never allowed the garlic to pass my lips. What is healthy for others is not healthy for me. The opposite is also true. The immune system must be prioritized in any mode of healing. Food first. Garlic is my kryptonite. What’s yours?

When shots go in arms, it is a direct attack on the immune system. Mercury and aluminum burn a poisoned path, spreading inflammation at the injection site. The immune system then has to respond to the attack before nature has had any say in the baby’s development. Digestion is immediately destroyed — the antibiotics, aluminum, and mercury in vaccines make sure of it. The baby now has no good gut flora to fight the exotic witch’s brew floating through his system. The result? He gets a cold. He fights a flu for several days that the vaccines were ostensibly supposed to prevent. He is drowning in phlegm with a high fever. He has been poisoned. The resulting fever snuffs out his intellectual capacity as his body desperately fights merely to stay alive.

Revenge of the Red Man

Smallpox killed off the Native American population far more than any intentional battle. Without it, we would probably be speaking Cree or Mohawk. The reason smallpox killed the Natives and spared the European settlers was livestock. Europeans had the advantage of a millennium’s worth of animal farming that the Indians did not. Over long periods of time, Europeans suffered terrible diseases and gradually gained herd immunity. Natives were largely nomadic and their diet was closer to what we call Paleo: if they ate meat, it was not from animals who were husbanded and herded by them.

Humans like to think we are above animals because we enforce dominion over them, yet it is this dominion that literally keeps us perpetually sick. Human diseases, as the Native Americans proved, don’t spontaneously erupt in our populations. They are zoonotic in origin, which means we catch them from other animals, usually in the form of raising those animals for food. Sure, the conquistadores and settlers evolved in such a way that made them superior to the Natives when it came to fighting off terrible zoonotic diseases such as smallpox, but at what cost? The path to herd immunity to smallpox was repeated smallpox epidemics in Europe.

As a vegan, you might ask how I have ended up with a strong immune system that has kept me alive and well through the various zoonotic-origin plagues that continually race through my area. Well, I have an advantage of having lived among meat eaters my entire life, so exposure to their zoonotic pathogens is not new to my immune system. Unlike the baby getting a vaccine, my immune system has been around the block enough times to stay robust when the latest bug makes everyone else’s life a living hell. I also use natural magic if I start to get sick. It works!

In order to preserve your immune system, you need to go with Apollo’s brief advice at Delphi: practice moderation and know thyself. If you are like me, don’t eat garlic… ever. There are going to be dozens of little things you will have to discover about yourself via experimentation, elimination, and addition. You will have to adjust your diet to suit your unique, special snowflake body. You will have to exercise according to your body’s needs and sometimes you will feel lazy and not want to do it. Do it anyway. You will need to get some sunlight. You might need to change your entire life.

You will not find the answer in a shot or a pill.

Humans are a naturally religious species. Atheism is never going to amount to more than a fringe movement despite the fondest wishes of the Richard Dawkinses and Sam Harrises of the world because humans are not built to be atheists. Two thirds of Americans claim to have had a paranormal experience according to You.gov in 2022, and around the world, it is more common to have experienced the so-called paranormal than to lack such experience. The paranormal is normal. Atheist hypocrisy is another weighty albatross around the necks of the would-be godless. When atheists wallow in the same hypocrises as their Christian, Muslim, and Buddhist counterparts, it becomes apparent that atheism is the same crap, different day, just without any chance of divine connection. In other words, it's boring. Dawkins and Harris are especially sketchy characters, especially when it comes to topics like pedophilia and killing children, which they are both a bit too comfortable with when engaging in hyperbole.

Science is no longer scientific. We need only look at the recent MRNA vaccine debacle that still rages to this day for evidence. Safe and effective! Get your free donut! The medieval church of Covid, where every media apparatus, celebrity, doctor, and regular civilian pushed the faith has yet to evolve to the military tribunal phase. Remember when those of us who didn't take the quacks were called apostates? Remember when we were mercilessly excommunicated from our jobs, families, movie theaters, churches, grocery stores, health clinics, and restaurants? In my own case, I had to give up on the commercial space incarnation of my own small business. Thirteen years of working my tail off went down the tubes because I refused to force people to wear masks during music lessons. I'll never forget when a prospective student tried to sing with a mask on at her first introductory voice lesson.

Those of us who did not allow the priests and nuns of the cult to inject the unholy sacrament into our vessels certainly had the last laugh, but at what cost? I guess we are finding out.

We all instinctively know that all the riches in the world are not worth the powder to blow it all to hell if you don't have your health. I once knew a multimillionaire who died a slow, wasting death of Parkinson's disease. If he had been homeless and had frozen to death on the shore of Lake Michigan, he would have had a nobler and gentler death. At least it would have been quick.

The Stoics knew how bad Meatworld sucks and they were completely honest about it. Terrible things happen in Meatworld whether or not it is an illusion. The only thing the individual can do about this suffering is to change his or her own reaction. Most of us are failing the test of reacting to the pain of disease. The only contest we stand a chance of winning is Whiniest Whiner.

I get it: I have suffered chronic pain. There is no being productive when your head feels like a raccoon is trying to eat his way out of it and when your guts feel like they are made of shattered beer bottles. Unless you are in Canada, suicide is usually neither advised nor suggested. I remember moments when the pain got so bad that no drug could distract from it. (I suppose heroin might have done the job but I did not have access to it as a nerd from the suburbs) Even when I was an atheist, I remember the moment when I turned my mind inside out on a train, essentially left my body, and borrowed the energy of those whose etheric bodies gave me permission to lean my energy against theirs. I was 21 and I had no idea what I was doing at the time, though I have some idea now.

Prayer and magic are the only things that can affect chronic pain unless you count fentanyl. Every single chronic pain sufferer needs to do a banishing ritual such as the Sphere of Protection in my opinion. The only relief anyone is ever going to get from the worst of the worst pain is from the Divine, full stop, end of sentence.

Bad Karma

I am glad I did not choose to join any form of medical profiteering, including marrying an insurance CEO or a hospital director, because their karma is not looking good. Of course I could be wrong, but my instinct about the karma of taking the vaccine itself was so negative, I was willing to die a violent death in order to avoid it. If the karma of merely taking the vaccine involves extended stays in Purgatory and falling back down the evolutionary ladder in a few hundred million years back to animal form, well, I guess that means I won't be taking it while alive.

Nature abhors a vacuum. This is what happens when very few believe in a divine hierarchy. A once-thriving ecosystem and bridge between the worlds via amazing humans such as Hildegaard von Bingen and Johnny Appleseed has been replaced with a distant, unrelatable monogod and distant, unrelatable celebrities. Both of these things are as good as nothing at all, and a tsunami of foolishness has rushed in to fill the void. Doctors were once humble public servants -- they went to people's houses and legitimately endeavored to fix their patients. Now they are so hagged by insurance wraiths and other middlemen, they have gone from healers to machine cogs. Though they may still be able to cling to antiquated pride in the title of MD, let's face it, doctors are slaves. If and when they actually heal people, they get in trouble with their corporate handlers who prefer a sick and ailing populace. Healthy people do not spend their entire earnings and then some on medical treatments. Human desperation is good money.

In a world that has been perceptibly emptied of its gods, the masses still need someone -- anyone! -- to worship. Doctor and Nurse are still prestigious titles for this very reason, but not for long. In the deindustrial future to which I believe we are en route, allopaths will be hunted for sport. Anyone who claims they can heal the sick will be instructed to put up or shut up, and if the would-be healer fails routine tests of earnestness, wholesomeness, and competence, he or she will be the repository for societal rage and frustration. The future is not one of general human wellness. If things keep going the way they have been going, between endemic etheric starvation, environmental poisoning, and long-term, genome-level vaccine side effects, we're all cooked. The human herd is already becoming dramatically thinner. Older people are dying anywhere from 5 to 50 years too soon. Young kids are dropping dead at the choir concert or while livestreaming on TikTok. ERs are constantly full of babies with pneumonia. Women are bearing hideously deformed infants, miscarrying, or not able to catch pregnant at all. Of course this is just the beginning: the current crop of extremely-vaccinated babies is turning into the most autistic generation of all time.

If you think more scapegoats are not going to be forthcoming from the ranks of the medical profiteer class, you are naive. Those who got their 24,000 dollar umbrella stands off the backs of sick people and denied claims are going to be the devils of the religions of the future. Brian Thompson was just the beginning.

Everything Soup

I am delaying Part 2 of my dissection of Diddy for yet another week as I don't want it to be a focal point during an especially trying era of history. I hope all of you will continue saying the Pledge at least once a day. I like to say my polytheist adaptation of it whenever I receive a political spam text, which is at this point about 25x per day.

Banishing the Flu

It begins with a slight burning at the back of the throat. You become conscious of what you were not conscious before. You become acutely aware of a strip of flesh stretching from nostril to sinus. Perhaps you develop a throbbing sinus headache. Mucus thickens and becomes sludgy, prompting you to hock a loogie or if you are more civilized, to find a private bathroom and a box of tissue to empty your nasal cavity and throat.

We sort of know what happens when a human being catches the flu: after initial entry via one of the body's many vulnerable intake passages, the virus sets up shop and begins to hijack cells in order to rampantly reproduce itself. A battle is waged as the host's immune system sends out arrays of white blood cells to engage the invaders. By the time a sore throat and inflamed sinuses arrive, it is already too late: symptoms are indicators of the war being fought.

You are Here, and Here is Awful

What we don't know at all (or have forgotten is more like it) are logical strategies for winning wars against misunderstood viral invaders. The fight against the flu is merely the tip of the iceberg. The flu is the final, physical manifestation of what comes down the pipe from the spiritual plane. Meatworld sucks and it was designed to suck. It is as if we all dwelled within a gigantic classroom where lead eventually (very, VERY eventually) gets beaten into gold.

Therein lies the rub: even enlightened people who are a stone's throw from ascension out of physical incarnation get sick. Why? BECAUSE. Sickness is a common effect here because this is Meatworld. Viruses or whatever forces that cause flu that we have primitively dubbed "viruses" are the yin to the blood cell's yang. Death and decay are as normal and indigenous to Meatworld as birth and growth. Nobody beats natural law, and sickness is an inviolate rule of Meatworld existence. It is as if death is a symptom of life... or is it life that is the symptom of death?

Modern allopathic medicine has utterly failed to come up with healing modalities in general, and modern allopathic remedies for the flu are especially misled and vile (cough self-assembling MRNA graphene nanobot vaccines uncough). Modern allopathic medicine replies on two specific crutches to replace the legs it cut out from under itself. Both of these crutches are designed solely to benefit the middle managers of insurance companies and Big Pharma lackeys. Notice the patient is not one of the benefactors. These two strategies are:

1. Amputation: Cut out or cut off the offending body part
2. Drugs: Chemically blitzkrieg the offending body part

To play devil's advocate, sometimes amputating body parts is a good idea, especially in cases of triage. A relative of mine had a uterus so full of tumors, she thought she was pregnant. Her false pregnancy ended in a life-saving hysterectomy. In my own case, a combo of genetic wild cards and years of hormonal birth control landed me on the surgeon's table. My gall bladder was gangrenous and about half an hour away from killing me. Obviously, it was removed because I am still here. Amputation may have saved me but it was hormones that likely caused my gall bladder disease to begin with.

Modern medicine has lost the formula of health maintenance in Meatworld. In order to build any kind of good in Meatworld, we must strengthen the good that is already there while avoiding and ignoring the negative, despite that being really hard to do at times. Modern medicine suffers the delusion that this "building good/ignoring bad" strategy can be sidelined. It cannot. The only strategy to heal or better yet to avoid flu is to build up the patient's natural immunity and strength so he or she can avoid or overcome random pathogens.

Vaccinating babies does not build their immune systems. Instead, the infant's body is turned into a battleground the exact moment he or she needs to be sequestered in a sanctum far away from fighting and war in general. It is no wonder that perfectly normal, intelligent, happy babies and toddlers are transformed into stimming, hostile idiots a few hours or days after pharmaceutical Walpurgisnacht is injected into their fragile flesh. This is done by a compliant crew of well-meaning but also well-bought-off medical goons who call themselves educated. In this way, a series of unfortunate events rolls itself into a generational avalanche. Woe be to the Zoomers and those after them.

We cannot help the poor souls trapped in iatrogenic autistic hell. We can, however, be the change we want to see in the world. In a world of medical bunglers Charlie Chaplin-ing their latest pharmaceutical shuck and jives, we can opt to heal ourselves at home. We can surreptitiously avoid the system that profits from know-nothings who attempt to indoctrinate and force their quack potions into us and our children.

Step 1: Banishing the Flu by the Power of Water

Water should be the first defense against the flu. There are many ways to use water to beat back the flu, but the best by far is the nasal wash, also known as Neti pot or sinus irrigation. In what used to be called the Third World but is now more patronizingly referred to as "developing nations", the nasal wash has been the go-to method for prevention and relief of respiratory illness since God was a boy. There are two types of sinus wash: salt-water only and disinfectant-added. The salt water only wash can be done every day up to four times a day, especially when allergies are kicking up. The disinfectant-added wash is the equivalent of getting out the big guns and should only be done for more severe allergies or when there is a headache and thickening or dripping of mucus.

Recipe for Salt Water Only Sinus Wash
¼ cup lukewarm water
¼ teaspoon salt

Recipe for Disinfectant-Added Sinus Wash
¼ cup lukewarm water
¼ teaspoon salt
4 drops Betadine or ¼ teaspoon hydrogen peroxide

To do the sinus wash, mix up the wash and snort the water by either pouring it or pumping it into each nostril a little at a time, allowing it to flow out through the mouth via the back of the throat. Double the recipe for every extra hundred pounds you weigh. If you weigh 200 pounds and not 100 pounds, use ½ cup of water and ½ teaspoon salt and 8 drops of Betadine or ½ teaspoon of hydrogen peroxide.

Taking regular baths or showers is an imperative when you are fighting a virus. Viruses are most active in the etheric body, which is a non-physical body that extends beyond the Meatworld body by a few inches. Scrub every nook and cranny at least once a day, making sure to wash your hair. Finish with a rinse in the coldest water you can stand, even if this water is merely lukewarm. It still helps. Make sure to clean and rinse the back of your head and neck and the crotch and armpits, because this is where negative etheric energy builds up the most.

Step 2: Banishing the Flu by the Power of FIre

It may seem redundant to bathe and then immediately exercise afterwards, because you get clean only to sweat yourself dirty again. When a virus is sabotaging your system, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Do 5-15 minutes of the hardest exercise you can stand. You should be huffing and puffing and your heart rate should be the thumping. Occultists will understand we are following a watery, lunar technique with a fiery, Martial, solar one. In my own case, I do jumping jacks, squats, and push ups for about five minutes, often several times a day if the illness is manifesting mild symptoms and I am not all that sick. Basically you need to use your judgement. If you are truly sick, you will have to skip the Fire part and put yourself to bed, or sip on some hot tea.

Step 3: Banishing the Flu by the Power of Air

Materialist allopathy skips the realm of air entirely, amputating the natural, sacred breath itself by telling its adherents to don a Satanic symbol in the form of a mask. I hope it goes without saying that the very last thing you should do unless you are removing asbestos or literally performing brain surgery is to wear a mask.

The reason we banished with water first via the nasal wash was to clear the breathing passages. We then bolstered and encouraged the natural immune fighters inside us with vigorous exercise. Now we take eight deep, slow breaths. Do this preferably sitting down with your feet on the ground or standing erect. Imagine the eight breaths infused with golden light. In my case, I like to envision my favorite school bus yellow, which is somewhere between a taxicab and turmeric. For extra oomph, chant a holy name, Om, or Awen on the outbreath. Just breathing while visualizing yellow is fine if you cannot chant.

Step 4: Banishing the Flu by the Power of Earth

This process grounds out the energies invoked by the previous steps. There are many, many ways to ground, so by all means experiment and see what results you get. I would love to hear what you did in this space if you can find something that gives you traction. The simplest way to ground is to take your shoes off and put your feet on the floor or better yet, the naked Earth. Simply doing this and feeling the weight of your earthly body as you visualize the virus sinking into the ground is good enough.

In my own case, I like to ground by doing a self-belly massage with massage oil. I rub the oil into my hands and then press deeply into my abdomen from lower right, up and around to the lower ribcage, and then down to the lower left in a slow circle. This moves waste the way it is supposed to go. At any rate, this kind of self-belly massage is perfect especially if you are prone to tummy aches or constipation.

Yet a third way of grounding is to eat. Eating the Earth's food is the most grounding activity of all. Be sure to say a short prayer of thanks and blessing before you eat the food, for instance "North, South, East, West, may all who brought this food be blessed" or the even simpler "Itadakimasu".

While you ground, employ the most crucial element of all: gratitude. Gratitude is the world's greatest healer. The great healer Jesus knew this and was able to sublimate himself right up to heaven by refusing non-grateful emotional states. Clearly his suffering made even the worst flu look like a fun trip to the candy store. As most of you know, I am not Christian, but if the analogy fits, I tend to use it.

Finally, I conclude this group of suggestions with a recipe for a particularly healthy soup I am calling Everything Soup because it has a bit of everything in it. Soups are gentle and easy on the gut; be sure to eat them even when you are not sick! The gut comprises 75 percent of the immune system. Even allopath dummies can agree that gut health is important. Adapt this recipe to your own needs and preferences, by all means.

Everything Soup

1 onion, chopped
2 T oil or butter
3 stalks celery, chopped
3 large carrots, chopped in large chunks
Some garden tomatoes, chopped, or leftover salsa
½ cup chopped bell peppers
1 cup of frozen corn, pea, green bean and carrot mixture
1 can tomato puree (about 12 ounces)
2 medium sized potatoes, washed but not skinned, chopped
2 cups split mung beans, split peas, or brown lentils

Herbs and spices
½ teaspoon thyme
2 Tablespoons minced ginger
½ teaspoon garlic powder (if I wasn't mildly allergic to garlic, I would use 3-4 cloves of fresh, minced garlic here)
dash of cloves
dash of nutmeg
2 tablespoons mushroom broth powder or other bouillon
2 teaspoons Turmeric (add after soup is cooked for maximum benefit)

8 cups water

Turn pressure cooker or crockpot to a low setting and saute the onion in the oil or butter for about 5 minutes. Add all herbs and spices except turmeric. Add all remaining ingredients, finishing by mixing and taste-testing for saltiness. If it needs more salt, add salt in small increments and stir until you get the exact saltiness of broth you want.

Pressure cook for 10 minutes on the soup setting or if using a crockpot for 4-6 hours on low. The cooking directions are the same on the stovetop -- saute the onion and herbs and spices first in the bottom of the pot, add the veggies and beans, then low boil it until the lentils, carrots, and potatoes are tender and soft, which on the stovetop will take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour. Add turmeric last once the soup is cooked. Stir well and serve.

I actually am pro-choice, BTW, for all the reasons cited in the meme.

Do you remember how far off the year 2024 seemed in the year 2020? My corner of the world in suburban Chicago was locked down and my business was closed. I awaited news of what was happening overseas in dreaded epicenters of lockdown and "infection" that were supposedly a month ahead of our own two-weeks-to-flatten the curve. Older people were being slaughtered wholesale in hospitals and nursing homes, which quickly morphed into government-subsidized death camps. To add insult to iatrogenic injury, nurses and doctors lovingly choreographed group dance routines in empty hospital corridors. Some dancing medics were even captured hoisting up a patient's corpse (or what looked like it) while they cavorted and frolicked. Adding to the obscenity, we all knew for a act that somewhere in the background, still-living patients were busy suffocating because of unnecessary ventilators, seizing because of unnecessary drugs, or just plain being starved to death with no family or friends allowed to impede the process. If you trust allopathic doctors for yourself or your kids after seeing what went on from 2020-2023, that's on you. The world went insane and those of us with a handful of marbles were not running the asylum.

In January 2021, a local mom and I funded Speakeasy Illinois, a group for getting around masks and later on, vaccines. I was lucky. I had the benefit of being part of the Cosmic Doctrine reader's club and discussion with John Michael Greer patiently guiding and moderating. I knew better than to throw my energy into hating the opposition. Trust me that I wanted to hate them. Instead, my Speakeasy group supported the change we wanted to see, encouraging members to patronize mask and vaccine free establishments. My group started home schools, visited freedom-loving stores, changed to freedom-loving doctors, ate at freedom-loving restaurants, filled freedom-loving churches, networked for religious exemptions, and generally ignored the opposition whenever possible in the spirit of Christian occultist Dion Fortune. We directed people towards freedom-loving medical professionals, and in hindsight, I think this is where we hit the hardest. The greatest fear of the modern medical industry is that it will lose paying customers. My group quietly informed people that allopathic medicine is not in the business of healing. The more the overarching powers tried to censor the information, the more appealing it became to my group's members. Strange things happen when a small group of people wake up.

Image by George Alexopoulos

Far too many unvaccinated persons in my group lost family and friends. One woman regaled me with the tale of her husband divorcing her after 30 years of marriage and two children. Her story was hardly unique. Strained marriages were the rule and not the exception: many marriages did not survive. Yet no matter how bad the vaccine reign of terror became, those that should have known better refused to recognize the tsunami of pro-vaccine propaganda. They fell like cordwood, literally and figuratively. Vaccines killed my neighbors. Vaccines gave them and their children strokes, heart attacks, chronic inflammation, liver failure, psychotic episodes, and cancer. To this day, many who took the vaccines and survived continue to put their faith in them. Each new day brings catastrophic news of how unnecessary, deadly, and damaging are the MRNA vaccines. Though most normal people around me say they would not take another MRNA vaccine, there is still a disturbing number who believe in them. The dwindling number of vaccine enthusiasts seems marked. They remind me of Westboro Baptists, that group that claims to be worshipping Jesus yet spends all of its public time engaged in the demonic cursing and belittling of others. MRNA vaccines were the holy sacrament of the modern Church of Hate. Those who took the communion and simultaneously lack the decency to apologize for their religion are doubling and tripling down in their passions. Religion can be a hell of a drug.

My Ogham Were Wrong, Thank the Gods

Though my Ogham divinations got a great deal right about how the unvaxxed and vaxxed would change over the last few years, they were spectacularly wrong about the number of vaccine dead. My Ogham said the vaccines would cause a Black Death scenario by 2024. This patently did not happen. What seems to have happened is a close shave. World population has hit its peak of 8.2 billion and thanks to vaccines, it looks highly unlikely that we will ever get to 10 billion. I am glad my Ogham were wrong about the vaccine dead. Though it is clear people are dying and not being replaced, it is not happening at the breakneck speed suggested by Geert Vanden Bossche, Sucharit Bhakdi, and the late Luc Montagnier. There are ominous trends, for certain: the ERs have been full since the vaccine rollout, and they have not been full of the unvaccinated. Cancers are way up.

Nevertheless, suburban subdivisions have enough people to fill traffic jams and kids birthday parties. Life as usual goes on. The slow easing of population is going to look a great deal more like South Korea or Japan than a Mad Max film. Though we are constantly told real estate markets are collapsing or about to collapse, renting or owning a home is still extremely unaffordable anywhere in the industrialized world. The common person's dream -- it's not just the American dream -- is to have a stable place to live peacefully and quietly. This dream is off the table for most of us.

Unfortunately, the Covid Cargo Cult appears to be readying itself for another shot... or set of shots. Cover for election shenanigans and unearned wealth transfer from the hard-working to the non-working are good enough reasons for the medical believer class to gorge on a new wave of manufactured chaos, however, the Church of Hate gets its rocks off on gaslighting above all else. The Church of Hate labors under a heady delusion that they can create their own reality and force others to believe it. This is the substance to which they are addicted and this is what drives their malice. Deprive them of it and they have no power over you.

Don't Hate the Haters

Oh honey, trust me I KNOW that it is tempting to hate the haters, but to succumb to the ruse is to fail one of the primary tests of Meatworld existence. You don't fight the opposition by hating it, or by loving it for that matter. You fight it by becoming different from it and building the superiority of that difference. For every petition they sign or The Thing they embrace, I vow to learn a skill that can actually be of use in the future. For every bit of vitriol they barf out of their poisonous gullets, I will publish a chunk of helpful, uplifting material or at very least, exact it of myself to be kind and courteous unless I am directly in danger. While they do the equivalent of online thumb twiddling, I will go outside, talk to trees, and tend my garden. I suggest you do the same, because the more negative approach is futile.

How vacuous do you have to be? Doctors who dance during a pandemic where the dying are not allowed to see their loved ones is not "positive", but terrifying!

The term "quack" comes from the Dutch "quaksalver", a seller of questionable remedies of the kind that used to proliferate on the streets of London in the dread year 1666, when cholera and other plagues stalked the populace. Unlike the quacks of old, modern quacks have absolutely no evidence or basis to suspect any of their approaches are better than placebos. At least the quacks hawking nostrums back then didn't have the juggernaut of the NWO depopulation apparatus and Big Pharma providing the wind in their sails. They weren't insured by the federal government to take taxpayer dollars.

Today's quack is much, much worse than the quack of yesteryear because he or she has zero doubts the products Big Pharma gets him to sell are Safe and Effective. At least William J.A. Bailey, inventor of Radithor (a solution of radium in water that caused many ghastly, premature deaths) may have had some doubts about his product when his patient/customer's jaw literally fell off from radiation poisoning; what he lacked was the ability to care. Today's pushers of the latest pharmaceutical products are wholly unfamiliar with any notion of self-doubt. Not only do they not care, they don't know enough to care in the first place.

Channeling South Park's Officer Bar Brady

The first wall of defense the modern quack erects is one of sheer, stupefying ignorance. Today's medical "professionals" have no idea what could go wrong in a human body and even less idea as to why such a thing might happen. Blame the pre-requisite scanty two hours of sketchy nutrition education they get in med school all you want: at some point, ignorance is a personal choice. To add insult to ignorance (and iatrogenic injury), there is a prevailing attitude of NOTHING TO SEE HERE, FOLKS, KEEP MOVING whenever one of their quacky treatments goes spectacularly wrong. Hence Pfizer, originally the brainchild of a candy man and a chemical engineer, being sued regularly to the tune of billions of dollars. And that's just the tiny fraction of harms for which they got caught.

I cannot help but laugh when a random ad tells me to trust my doctor. I don't have a doctor -- it's called being a middle class American without medical insurance. At any rate, the question of whether or not I should trust my doctor begs the question: Why? What's his track record? How many people has he actually healed or at least given some decent, pragmatic advice that they could take in order to heal?

Most illnesses do not have dramatic culminations -- the reason for this is they are diseases of lifestyle. I know several people who are suffering from mild to severe skin problems. One suffers severe eczema. Two others suffer cysts and boils. A fourth has terrible rashes that flare up in summer. All of them have gone to doctors and their doctors have not done one goddamn thing that addresses the root of their problems, and the answer to this equation is they continue to suffer awful maladies of the skin.

Anything skin comes from within. Topical creams will never do anything but ameliorate the symptoms (if they even do that) because skin disorders are intimately linked with digestion. Think about it: the skin and the digestive system are most of the immune system. The rest of it, those cells that wait around in your blood for a baddie to invade, are the icing on the cake. Logic dictates that if the digestive system is taking a hit, it will show up in the skin. This is common sense. Of course the first recourse should never be a cream or an antibiotic. Skin problems are NUTRITION PROBLEMS. If I was a doctor, and I most certainly am not, I would say "Have you tried an elimination diet?" Personally I love fresh garlic but I know that it is not for me. I figured this out by observing my hellish symptoms for 1-5 days after eating it. This did not take a degree on my part. Another one I cannot eat is dairy. Dairy causes cystic acne for me. I figured this one out when I slipped as a first year vegan and got a nice, big cystic acne honker on my chin as a reward.

Another area of experimentation I have found fruitful is the addition of various infusions and teas to my diet. Instead of guzzling water, I drink water in the form of unsweetened herbal, green, or black tea. By doing this, I get all of the health benefits of water and adaptogenic plant materials. Who even knows how many health issues I have spared myself via this simple habit?

The quack would never dream of such basic experimentation on herself because that would take common sense. The quack would rather suck up whatever perks come out of the smooth talking pharmaceutical rep. As William Blake said, you become what you behold. Hanging around with that kind of slime brings to mind an old Chinese proverb about going to bed with dogs and waking up with fleas. Never trust the smiley saleswoman whose firm has deep, DEEEEEP pockets. And yet they do, and then expect you to trust them.

Comfortably Numb

The whole modern medical industry has appealed to mouse-find-cheese conformists for a long time. Medicine is the field you go into when you would rather take orders and put inconvenient scruples on the shelf. The noobiest of amateur herbalists has better advice than the average GP these days because at least the herbalist does not automatically trust any given remedy based on what an authority claimed to be true.

The med heads have taken over the economy in a silent Invasion of the Body Snatchers fever dream, and they still act as if nobody will ever catch on to their grift game. Shame on those who so easily discarded the Hippocratic Oath. As Ice Cube recently demonstrated in his refusal to take the Covid quaxxine in order to star in a film, 20 million dollars is not worth handing over your health. As I have said many, many times, there is no use in a $400 bottle of champagne when you can only drink it painfully through a straw with the help of your live-in nurse aide.

Worst of the Worst Quacks: The Head Shrinker is IN

The worst of the medical industry and those who are shameless but who deserve the most opprobrium of all are psychologists, counselors, and psychiatrists. Never have I met a crowd that is more up their own asses than the average titled "counselor". For them, the solution is always more virtue, more empty gestures, extra platitudes, and more material padding to hide behind. These people are almost invariably materialists to the extreme, cowering in their precious, luxurious safe spaces far away from the realities of what it takes to make an honest living. They suggest beige living to those who live their lives in crimson and black -- there is no way either party can see eye to eye, but we are all told we must listen to their expert advice because they have degrees. They provide advice-for-pay with an air of elite disdain; proof they are afraid of losing their status and insecure about how they got there. They think of themselves as paragons of virtue, yet they feed and depend on the helplessness and the desperation of others, which should be an obvious breach of ethics. The fatter they get, the hungrier they become... often literally. For reasons unknown, there is a disproportionate number of obese psychiatrists, psychologists, and counselors. Stuffing and metabolic syndrome seem to go with the territory.

Any doctor worth her weight in dung should be unvaccinated, mentally balanced (no false transcendence syndrome) and healthy -- in other words, the unicorn. I don't trust healers who aren't healthy just as I don't trust men of God who molest children or car mechanics who ride the bus to work because they don't know how to fix their own cars. And as for trusting whatever has become of science, well, don't even get me started!

Oubliette plan from the Bastille...or ice storage chamber. Nobody knows.

I'm not exactly physically formidable. I am under five feet tall and not particularly strong in my upper body, though I do take pride in the fact I can kick like a mule. As I age, I am hilariously destined to become shorter, so at age 75, I'll likely have shrunk to 4'9". Oh well. I have always been small, and as far as I can tell, I have been of short stature in most of my previous lives, including the one where I was a singing sailor from Portugal and my most recent turn as a wealthy widow born in the Belle Epoque. Maybe that's why it's so funny that I possess certain killer instincts.

One of my favorite horror films is an adaptation of a novel called Audition directed by prolific Japanese director Takashi Miike. In the novel, an aging widower named Shigeharu Aoyama who owns a media network decides to "audition" a new and ideal wife. The women think they're auditioning for a TV show, not to become the wife of a mogul. A peculiarly graceful young woman named Asami captures the widower's imagination. As the widower is lured into Asami's mysterious web, his dead wife returns in the form of a ghost to warn him. He does not heed the warnings, and the outcome is gruesome.

Audition's Asami is an ex-ballet dancer and also a serial killer. She may be slight and slender, but lurking underneath her lovely brow are some dark and murky thoughts. The moral of the story is not to judge a book by its cover, especially if you do something extremely stupid like attempt to find a wife via a manufactured audition.

Big Brother Lite

When 2020-2023 descended into hysterical partitioning of public spaces, masking, social distancing, and coerced quaxxines, I believe we all got a brief, glancing sample of what Maoist or Stalinist dictatorships feel like. For some unwell people, it probably felt like coming home, soothing their inner virtue-signaling Nazi. For most of us, it sucked and we could not wait for it to be over. In China, people were welded into their apartment buildings and starved to death. Not only were they forcibly quaxxed (China claims to have an over 95% quaxx rate) but their cats, dogs, and occasionally their children were "confiscated". In the case of the cats and dogs, most of them were killed, often left in plastic bags outside apartments while they suffocated to death. Shanghai in particular was known for its abject cruelty when it came to starving its citizens and their companion animals. To add insult to injury, white-suited goons patrolled the streets and buildings as medical soldiers, doing the dirty work of killing animals, welding people into buildings, beating them senseless in the doorways of their homes or in the streets, or dragging them off to quarantine internment camps. As usual, none of the virtue signalers in the US batted an eye even when passably similar things happened in nearby Canada.

Though many would seek to reassure themselves that such atrocities could never happen where they live, I did not think that for one second. Humans gonna human. All along, I have known it could go that way where I live in the suburbs of Chicago, Illinois. People I knew for years made their exodus from Illinois because of Stalinism-lite in my state. My piano dealer moved to Kansas with his entire family: children and grandchildren. A student's family moved to Texas even though it cost them dearly and they did it in the worst real estate market in years. My musician friend moved to Oklahoma. My mechanic moved to northern Wisconsin. The tiniest hint of what Illinois could become scared the living crap out of them. I have my reasons for staying; I am still here.

If Illinois had become like Shanghai, locked down and oppressed, it is an understatement to say I would not have accepted such an outcome. Perhaps it is because I am American to my core and perhaps it was because I saw too many Die Hard films at a young, impressionable age, but if the white suited goon circus ever comes to my town and expects me to go without a fight, they've got another thing coming.

Snapped

For years I was puzzled by my own anger, which has always been disproportionate considering how I grew up and the pampered, genteel existence I have enjoyed in my present incarnation. Even as a child, I repressed extreme rage that often made me feel like screaming. When someone would piss me off, I wanted to react and cause permanent damage to them and everything around them. In my 30s, I wrote several works of fiction in an attempt to work out some of the monumental rage that underpinned my daily life and nightly dreams. Writing out my demons helped quite a bit, and also helped me to make ends meet by selling ebooks during a rough financial time. Later, I took up a daily habit of discursive meditation, the Sphere of Protection, and divination. Writing fiction let off steam, but the aforementioned habits extinguished the renegade burner. Via the aformentioned habits, I realized why I am the way I am and why at age 9 I wanted to violently end the life of a girl who dunked me at the swimming pool: I was a serial killer in at least one of my past lives.

Of course I could be wrong: maybe I wasn't a serial killer in my past life and maybe I'm just defective in the brain. At any rate, I believe that I was a wealthy Scottish landowner in one of my past lives. I was a man, hence the ability to own land. Serial killers during that time were simply known as warriors because it was par for the course to have taken a hundred lives on the battlefield by the time one reached the tender age of eighteen if you are any good at wielding a sword. In my own case, my main strength was not swordmanship but tenacity and a strong stomach. When I went into battle-mode, there was no stopping me, and that was how I retired with fabulous treasures instead of succumbing to my wounds on the heath or losing my marbles like so many of my brethren. After my battling days were over, I enjoyed capturing and terrorizing my enemies, which helped build my reputation for something besides being able to hold liquor. My favorite way of torturing my enemies was simply to leave them in my oubliette until they chewed their own tongues off and went screaming mad. I wasn't a freak who bathed in blood like Bathory, but I did savor the screams of the impaled and I was never short of creative ways to torture victims.

I may have changed into a mild-mannered educator from an upper-middle class background, but I have never been able to outrun my past, despite it being in another lifetime that happened a long time ago. The instinct and desire to sink back into that existence is always pressing at me, waiting for an opportunity to take the lead.

Having gone through a lot of terrible karma associated with that lifetime, including starving to death in at least three lifetimes after it as at least partial comeuppance for my oubliette, I know now that it would take extraordinary circumstances to re-ignite my old ways. Things would have to be a hell of a lot worse for me to take action on my dark thoughts, despite those dark thoughts being an omnipresent part of my psychic wallpaper.

Had Shanghai 2022 occurred here in Illinois, that would have been enough for me to regress. I knew it at the time and I know it now. If the US government, NWO, or other white-suited goons show up at my door, part of me will honestly breathe a sigh of relief because I can go back to my old ways without any concern for the karma I will gleefully create. All I have to do is find a white goon suit, and of course one of those will be easily lifted from a member of the lackey battalion. I will then commence a reign of horror upon Stalinist/Maoist forces until I am stopped, and of course I will do everything in my power to avoid detection. And of course serial killers being what they are, I will likely put one in an improvised oubliette and let Nature do her thing just for laughs.

There are more like me than anyone suspects, especially in the US. Though China seems to be mostly sheeple, I suspect there are more and more disobedient rogues with nothing left to lose. Of course we will never hear about them in the present era of censorship, but I think someday there will be legends told of warlords (and warladies) who, when faced with being welded in their apartments, killed a white-suited goon, stole his outfit, and then took an entire village and studded its walls with the heads of political pundits, self-righteous Karens, and media bloviators. End of empire is a bitch. Such is the tide of our Age of Aquarius as the would-be mono-party, Piscean communist forces give way to setting individuals free so they can go in their own directions and towards their own Wills... or else.

The indoor mall is a variation on the theme of the Biodome. The Biodome project is a repeatedly-tried attempt at creating and maintaining a self-contained ecosystem with the purpose of being able to re-create Earth's conditions on other planets. The indoor shopping mall isn't quite so ambitious: it only seeks to be an island of materialistic paradise here on Earth. The heyday of both the Biodome and the indoor shopping mall have passed, leaving behind decrepit hulks that are soon flattened into mere memories. Social media replaced the vast innerspace of the shopping mall, selling people everything they could possibly desire and suckling them on self-made dopamine boosters in the privacy of their suburban bedrooms and basements. They are implanted with programming that insists the current materialist glut is forever. The screen insists that climbing the materialist heap with its online shopping hauls and houses bought in cash from lucrative affiliate marketing is a worthy goal, all you have to do is influence.

An Allegory About a Crappy Horror Movie based on an Allegorical French Play

Like the Biodome, the Covid-19 MRNA vaccines (now to be referred to as the quaxx) represent a brutal misunderstanding of Nature and its ecosystems. Instead of replacing the great outdoors, the quaxx seeks to replace the human immune system, that delicately balanced masterwork molded by millions of years of evolution. If you've ever read the play Waiting for Godot, the plot of the quaxx story is the same, except the waiting parties decide to accelerate events by creating a ventriloquist's dummy, insisting that it is Godot, and then threatening anyone who does not believe it is Godot with unemployment, cancellation, and internment camps. As the curtain falls, Ventriloquist Dummy Godot takes on an obscene life of his own, murdering his creators by forcing them to chug graphene oxide Jell-O shots. Like most Hollywood schlock, it is a transparent set up for a franchise of sequels.

The Quaxx Failed Everyone

Despite the disturbingly large number of people still clinging to the Safe and Effective narrative, it is clear that the quaxx craze is over. The quaxx failed in nearly every single way. For the nefarious, arrogant villains who cooked up Covid in a Wuhan lab and then pushed the "cure" to the disease they created, the quaxx failed. The insane overlords did not get a spectacular depopulation event, leaving them to emerge from luxury bunkers years later to a clean, verdant, nearly human-free Earth. For Evangelical Christian truthers, the quaxxes failed to cause the Apocalypse they lust after, and as per usual, Jesus's arrival has been rescheduled until sometime in the next few years. For compliant believers in the good will and supreme benevolence of Big Pharma, the quaxx has shown itself to be impotent. Those who rolled up their sleeves to save grandma and to get a free box of donuts are now Covid Marys with bum immune systems that churn out mystery variants at the same time they provide their own MAC addresses.

The moral of the story is not only that Nature wins, but also that she knows best. Those seeking to avoid the Long Emergency/Descent/Decline into deindustrialization by propping up techno-triumphalism will be taken to the woodshed by it, if not in this lifetime, than the next.

Before You Think I'm a Total Black Pill...

One encouraging sign is that the quaxx showed a not-small number of people that there could be an agenda behind vaccines in general. Profit agendas always put dollars before humans and the quaxx was all about profit. Vaccine hesitancy in Florida reached new heights in 2021-2022, and notably lots of new moms in the state chose not to get any vaccines at all for their newborns. The result was a significant drop in infant mortality for those two years. Correlation is not causation, of course, but I am left to wonder how many cases of autism (including my own), deafness, learning disability, allergies, food sensitivities, diabetes, asthma, and heart problems might have been missing if all new moms were as afraid of vaccines as the segment of Floridian ones referenced above? How many SIDS deaths would have occurred? We can only sort of know by watching the 100% unvaxxed as they grow, age, and die of whatever gets them in the end.

There are many cases in which improving on nature is good, positive, intelligent, and the clear right thing to do. The beauty of gothic cathedrals that have stood for a thousand years, the miracle of indoor plumbing, advances in sanitation, and the fashioning of wood and metal into musical instruments are all welcome improvements upon the human condition. It is when man thinks he is better than Nature when it all goes awry, such as the aforementioned biodomes and malls, internet addiction, and this new push for children to be chemically castrated in order to be permanently baptized into the Church of Wokeness before they can legally buy cigarettes. Trying to replace human immunity with a drug subscription service is only more human buffoonery and a tired, sad attempt at creating the ultimate magic nuclear bomb pill instead of taking the time to patiently work within an existing system. Hubris is the name of the game. Spoiler alert: we all lose.

Swimming against a tidal wave of idiocy never saved anyone, and that is why I would rather stub my toe repeatedly than reach out to my senator or congressman. I ignore those I wish to disenfranchise, so political pundits are not on my radar. I disenfranchise Big Pharma by refusing to chase after the health insurance chimera and by handling my health problems myself for as long as I am able to do so. I could use my platform to criticize Fauci, Gates, and other quaxx-pushers more frequently, but that would require being able to withstand their ugly faces and their stupid words for more than five seconds at a time on a video screen. I don't have time for that, and that's why I tune them out. A theme I return to time and time again is the idea of sucking the life out of evil by paying it no attention. I believe there is a distant future where those who pushed the quaxx will be seen in the same light as doctors who pushed Thalidomide on steroids. I accept that tragicomic future without lusting for it -- mostly because it sucks. I suggest you do the same.

Scott Adams is a D-list celebrity best known for being the creator of the Dilbert comic strip. The heyday of Dilbert spanned the 80s and 90s, which also happened to be the height of the corporate office downsizing culture it satirized. The show's peak was the Dilbert TV show, which lasted two years and won an Emmy before it was cancelled. Since Dilbert's cancellation, Scott Adams has made various attempts at becoming an influencer. His latest schtick is to rant on video about various politicized subjects. His audience is primarily made up of dissatisfied and impressionable young men on Locals.com, Rumble, and Bitchute.

Scott Adams is one of the lucky few Professional Managerial Class (PMC) who escaped corporate engineer purgatory via his own creativity. Like many PMC, status is the sword by which he lives and dies, and he is one of those insufferable boors who cannot stop talking about all he has achieved, never once having the suspicion that a good portion of it may have come from luck. As I have talked about in many an essay, the PMC's push to hang on to unearned wealth, perks, and privileges is the reason why we have quaxx mandates. Its desperate, clutching egregore is behind the mass formation psychosis that drove the quaxx. In every corner of the world except parts of Africa, Haiti, and Amish-controlled Pennsylvania, the upper echelon of society decided it was better to prop up Pharmakeia for a few more decades than to look reality in its bloodshot eye and accept lower standards of living for the foreseeable future. This is nothing new; the world's civilizations have been kicking the Peak Oil can down the road since at least the1970s. Quaxxing is most prevalent wherever there is shame connected to poverty and wherever the urge to be atheist-progressive PMC is strongest, such as Australia, Israel, and Canada. On a smaller scale, I have noticed from my personal life that people who are the most attached to social status (no matter what their actual monetary status) are by far the most likely to quaxx and become arrogant about it. Around here in my northern Illinois suburb, the worst of the quaxx-enforcers were the people running the Holocaust Museum, the DuPage Children's Museum, and the many overblown, multi-million dollar hospital complexes that represent 40% of what remains of the economy these days. It is no coincidence that all of these places are frequented by the Good People who see their own labors as righteous while they seldom interact in any genuine way with the lower classes who vacuum their floors and put food in the store for them to buy.

Remove the veils of propaganda and Covid-19 is and always was a class war. The people who were not afraid to live on the wrong side of the tracks -- the homebirthers, homeschoolers, homesteaders, machine welders, truck drivers, and others who have no interest in working in Dilbert's office for any longer than necessary -- led the charge against the whopping majority who donated their bodies to the quaxx like meat cows to the captive bolt. The people I feel the most sorry for are the ones who were pushed, coerced, and tricked into taking the quaxx and who eventually succumbed despite knowing better. The rest of them are unfortunately complicit, because without their unquestioning and credulous order-following, the pressure to quaxx the unwilling could have never existed in the first place.

Scott Adams published a rant a few weeks ago against the quaxx, allegedly claiming to be quaxx-injured. True to OG 1980s-era toxic masculine form, his obsessive focus in the rant was that he had "lost" and the unvaxxed had "won" because he was suffering symptoms that are extremely common among the Pfizer'd, Johnson'd, and Moderna'd these days.

We Did Not Want To Be Right

Though it would have been just as easy for the majority of commenters to troll Adams with I TOLD YOU SO, most commenters were extraordinarily graceful despite having suffered devastating and horrific loss of family, friends, and property because of the gullibility of the original wave that got the quaxx into a large number of arms, lungs, brains, hearts, testes, and ovaries. Here are a few examples:

As you can see, the overwhelming sentiment is that we did not want to win, we did not want to be right, and we all have loved ones for whom we are extremely worried because they succumbed to a shot that is now publicly exposed as toxic, dangerous, and potentially life-ending. Despite mountains of evidence, there are still people trying to shame the unvaxxed for speaking openly about what is going on. Heaven forbid we mention the demonic hypothesis -- we are not allowed to do that for fear of reviving the mouldering corpse of ghettoization and pogroms. Yet it is the unvaxxed who have been treated the most similarly to Jews in the WWII era, and Holocaust survivor Vera Sharav has made a five part documentary explaining the parallels.

Bitter Truth Pills

I was right about the harmlessness of the Covid virus. I figured it out two weeks after we were allegedly flattening the curve and I was dismayed that so many preferred obvious fearmongering to what they could see in front of their physical, non-electronic eyes: empty hospitals and dancing doctors. If the quaxxed need to worry about anybody being right, it is Luc Montagnier, the scientist who discovered HIV who warned about the quaxx from the beginning.

To this day, we have quaxxed 20-something year old kids catching flus and mysteriously watching their legs blacken and rot off. In the meantime, smiling doctors and nurses gaslight them to believe it was epic coincidence that their expensive amputations and prosthetics just happen to be the result of a garden variety flu bug and not the experimental inoculation. I did not want to be right about the hideous depravity of these modern day Mengeles. I did not want to be right about a bunch of dead babies, orphaned children, and maimed young people who will soon stay young forever because they are a few years at best from death.

When comedian Amy MacDonald toppled onstage after sarcastically claiming Jesus loved her best, I suppose it felt good for a handful of fundie Christians who spend their time gloating about how holy they are and who saw the quaxx as the Mark. I think the majority of Christians just found it sad. Like me, I think they saw their own arrogance and ignorance reflected in MacDonald's posturing: let he who has not sinned cast the first stone. Have I not been just as arrogant and ignorant as poor Amy in my life? Of course I have -- I can be a real ass when I want to be. Haven't I been duped and misled because of my arrogance? The answer is a whopping and resounding YES, sing it to the rafters. A few minor changes in my earlier life and I would have been one of the potentially arrogant quaxxed, or worse yet, quaxx-injured. I don't see myself as any better than someone who chose the MRNA vaccines. Pastor Marva Peschier of Trinidad and Tobago made a viral video after losing her son to the quaxx and was confronted by creepy officials who wanted her to put the cat back in the bag. Despite being sure the vaccine killed her beloved son, she urged watchers to leave judgement up to God.

Scott Adams: The Unvaxxed Won. Or Did They?

Back to Scott Adams. Not long ago, he began making noises about his "I lost, the unvaxxed won" mea culpa being a prank. You heard me right: a prank. Whether he intended to discredit his vaccine injury story or not, he has now shown himself to be a fraudster and a sociopath. In a hilarious and pathetic bid for more subscribers on Locals, he urged readers to get the real story by buying subscriptions to his account. Though Adams tried to keep his utterances Louis XIV-vague, the hidden statement he made was clear to anyone who has a semi-working knowledge of attention whores/narcissists. Adams is an Aesop's fable. He's the little boy who cried Wolf. We cannot be sure at this point Adams is MRNA vaccine injured at all, so it is inevitable that his karma is to have any real injury or pain that follows dismissed summarily as a joke. Unfortunately, Adam's arrogance undermines the legitimacy of any other people who have been affected by vaccine injury as it causes the average person not to trust them. I urge my readers not to allow Adam's wolf-crying to color your opinion of vaccine-injured who may truly need your help and sympathy.

Adams reminds me of a certain clique of popular boys I knew in high school. They loved their tech and diversions and would do anything to avoid hands-on labor or common courtesy. They were allergic to honesty, modesty, and responsibility. They loved to see how far they could game human sympathy. Every kind of human suffering was a funny joke to them except their own; their main entertainment was to be cruel to anyone who gave them the time of day. Adams is the clique member who never grew up. I am confident that if the clique had any success, every one of these guys either became Dilbert or his evil boss, just as Adams has become the bald version of the black hair-horned evil boss he once parodied.

How To Slay a Vampire

Scott Adams is cursed, and I take no credit for the job because I don't do that anymore. Adams is an attention vampire who thinks that he can manipulate the masses via psychological games in order to win the game of life, therefore he has already cursed himself more than any other human this Earth could curse him. (Spoiler alert: we all die, so nobody wins the game of life. We are all losers here!) Attention vampires are common, boring, and banal. In the near future, I ignore Scott Adams and I suggest you do the same. Treating the Scott Adamses of the world as if they do not matter enrages them and deprives them of their energy sources. Leave Scott Adams to his small army of boring yet hysterical incel sycophants -- they are just as bad as their purported leftist foes when it comes to destroying each other in a circular firing squad.

I am glad the Covid debacle happened in 2020 and not 2010 or 2000 in my case, because before I gave up hexing and cursing, I was quite good at it and I imagine I would have been able to personally score a great deal of damage against people who I both disliked and got the quaxx. Back then, I used to ignore the collateral damage to my own life, which was much unhappier and fraught with drama. Hexing and cursing does not work. The only thing that does is ignoring our own desires to worsen the lives of those who have worsened ours and build on the good we already have in place. With that in mind, I am off to go do musical things.

I recently had a lively conversation with fellow occultist Luke Dodson of the Dodcast about demons, the role of demons in the MRNA quaxxines, and the manifestations of a specific demon from the Goetia in the film Hereditary.

You can listen to it here:

https://flintandsteel.substack.com/p/dodcast-38-kimberley-steele#details

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.

Since March of 2020, nearly every person on this planet has been waiting with baited breath for the Old Normal to make a dent in the current situation in which we dwell. After the two weeks to flatten the curve expired around Spring Break, I told myself and others I thought corona would be over and done with by May. Two and a half years later, people still wear masks in stores in my area of Northern Illinois. To my mind, masking is now the mark of the insane. I pity anyone still doing it and I must stifle my urge to openly laugh at them if they try to make me follow the rules dictated to them by their demonic masters.

I believe Covid-19 hysteria and its subsequent vaccines is the work of demons, specifically Paimon, Mammon, and Moloch, but mainly Paimon. Considering I was a Hitchens-quoting atheist all of ten years ago, this is an odd place in which to live. Most of my knowledge of demons comes from good, old-fashioned discursive meditation. Without it, I feel any talk of demons is empty fear-mongering, which is why I tend to resent monotheists who lump all forms of worship that isn't directed at their god as demonic. To my mind, the only way to know demons without becoming ensnared in their traps is to do a great deal of Western-style discursive meditation (not empty headed, Eastern-style meditation) on them. The reason I suspect Paimon is because of the symbols he is associated with: his sigil is a corona, he rides a camel which tells me he is a perversion of Gimel. I have explained here and there about why I have fingered Paimon to blame for the current woes; hopefully I will formulate a coherent essay on it sometime soon.

The primary reason that Covid hysteria is about to have a flare up is because the people who bought into it are getting sick and dying in large numbers. From my own anecdotal experience, I have noticed that almost everyone who took the quax has at least one permanent debilitating symptom that is probably from it. Some have mysterious skin conditions, itchiness, dryness, and bruising. Others had strokes or heart attacks and died. Two were coerced into quaxxing in the hospital and died a few days later with the help of clandestine medical malpractice and profiteering. Most have immune system problems that keep them constantly sick with flus and colds, and sadly this includes quaxxed children.

There is no system quite as important as the immune system. Skin is actually our largest immune system organ, and when you think about it, it keeps a world of things from getting into our bodies and hurting us. The second largest part of the human immune system is the digestive system. I tend to rail against the meaty, cheesy Standard American Diet that I was raised on because it is terrible for the immune system. When the quaxxine push started, I immediately said "No freaking way" because there was no way in heaven, Earth, or hell I was going to compromise the immunity I've put so much effort and willpower into as a vegan for some Scientism-ist's synthetic concoction of untested MRNA hijackers. I already felt allopathic medicine was the blind leading the blind and now I feel I have been bitterly proven correct.

The Religion of Progress

If Progress is a religion, it is useful to understand what led to its rise and fall. Progress rose to its current status as the world's foremost religion in the wake of the failure of monotheism in the beginning of the 20th century. The world has always been full of demons, regardless of what the late Carl Sagan believed. One of the primary reasons for a religion to exist is to help people get rid of demons. This is done by accessing the divine (i.e. gods). When a religion fails to get rid of demons, it fails as a religion because its ability to access the divine comes into question. Christianity has become nearly impotent at casting out demons, despite miracles of this sort being its stock and trade in 300 AD. I am a fan of "haunting" television shows which document paranormal events among regular people. Most people who have trouble with poltergeists or violent ghost infestations on these shows end up turning to their local paranormal society for help. The Catholic church is one of the few Christian sects still performing the ancient rites of exorcism, and on the few occasions a Catholic exorcism can get approved to go through, its utilization typically only serves to piss off the entities involved in the haunting and make the infestation worse.

The Demons of Times Past

Sometimes demons like to manifest themselves in the form of disease. This was certainly the case in the European Middle Ages. Enter Progress. When demons and plain old lack of sanitation by living cheek to jowl with rats gave Europeans the Black Death in 1347, it became self-evident the Christian god was not coming to the rescue in any meaningful way. Progress in the realm of sanitation is what truly conquered the Black Death when Jesus's mercy was nowhere to be found. Various encores happened in the form of more bubonic plagues and cholera in the centuries to follow. Fast-forward to our era, where Progress has such an inflated notion of itself, it is presumed that it can conquer all disease with "perfect" sanitation. Hospitals teeming with MRSA and flesh-eating staphylococcus remain a thorn in the side of a Progressian utopia. The copious side-effects of trying to shove Nature and her ecosystems aside for a white bubble world of perfect, computerized Progressian sterility repeatedly throw themselves in the faces of Progress's true believers.

The consequences of the quaxxines are lasting sickness and early death. This does not bode well for Progress, because quaxxines are its sacraments equivalent to baptism. It was either take the quax or admit that you are lower class and do not want to join the rich and pretty people of the Professional Managerial Class, the Church of Progress's chosen acolytes. For true believers in Progress, saying you prefer your own natural body's workings over the MRNA quaxxine is like saying to the Spanish Inquisition thatyou enjoy celebrating your dedication to Satan with wild, drunken orgies every weekend. Now that the quaxxines are proven not to save lives but to damage, shorten, and end them prematurely, the Church of Progress itself is crumbling like the medieval church crumbled under its failure to combat the Black Plague. If the quaxxines do not work, this has dark implications for other Progressian promises such as space travel, power becoming cheap and clean, and the PMC's perks remaining in place for the next thousand years. When quaxxines fail, it means that the PMC have yet another reminder of their way of life going away. They hated Trump because he was the icon of the poor despite being rich himself. They don't like being reminded that the Red Death that quietly mows down the less fortunate is sitting in the middle of the ballroom, its face rotting off as it cries "UNMASK!"

Not All Quaxxed Created Equal

The most sane of the quaxxed will take a quiet and genteel approach to their accelerated declines, if that is indeed what they are facing... they could be fine. Some will be lucky and will suffer no ill effects from the quaxxines, but from what I have seen, this will not be the majority. There is not much to fear from the saner quaxxed. Some of them already openly repent their mistakes; they should be encouraged and forgiven. It is not the sane quaxxed anyone has to worry about. The ones who are dangerous are the insane quaxxed.

The insane quaxxed are people like Emily Oster and Dr. Natalia. They often have advanced university degrees and positions of influence. They are comfortable and do not have to worry about how much credit card debt they have amassed or whether or not they are going to get enough to eat. They are insane because they cannot conceive any vision of the future where they are not wealthy and surrounded by physical comfort. The idea they might suffer and die by the unhappy accident of a badly designed prophylactic ostensibly against Covid-19 is the stuff of nightmares for them. The undeniable evidence of children and young adults dropping dead is much like being a medieval peasant who cannot help but witness the impotence of the clergy (or the Pope himself) to prevent the Plague Maiden's indiscriminate harvest of entire villages.

Because the insane quaxxed are unwell and in my opinion obsessed by demons, I believe we must expect hysteria from them, and it is my feeling the worst of this hysteria will occur in Spring and Summer of 2023. Whether this hysteria is catching or not will depend a great deal on how reverent your locality is towards the PMC and its materialist values. In my PMC, materialist, Progress-obsessed part of Northern Illinois, I expect rabid quaxxers and local PMC butt-kissing governments to at least try Lockdowns 2.0. I also expect them to attempt to renew mask mandates, at least half-heartedly, or to insist that masks will help us avoid whatever flu decides to decimate people suffering Vaccine-Induced Auto-Immune Deficiency Syndrome or VAIDS. This is the best case scenario. The worse-case scenario is where quaxxers, either singly or in groups, commit suicide.

When Cults Fail

When cults fail, cult leaders go apocalyptic and cut their losses by making blood sacrifices to "god", or more accurately, demons masquerading as the god or gods the cult claims to worship. We saw this with David Koresh, Jim Jones, and Charles Manson, narcissists all who had zero ethical trouble tricking their followers into doing their karmic dirty work for them. For Emily Oster and Dr. Natalia, they delight in Munchausen's by proxy, using the suffering they have inflicted on countless pregnant women, their unborn babies, children, etc. to virtue signal. Their unwanted and inconvenient guilt is conveniently stored on the backs of the unvaccinated, whom they accuse of being full of hatred and misery. Methinks the ladies doth protest too much.

I expect Oster, Natalia, and other toxic feminine dupes like them to go fully septic in the seasons ahead. Perhaps they will only endanger themselves, but I would not count on it as they are attention whores first and foremost. Narcissists often have messy codas when they realize they are losing their own games.

If and when the quax narcissists explode in your neck of the woods, the very best thing you can do is ignore them to the best of your ability and go around them. I will never comment directly on any social platform where I don't have 100% control of screening comments (like this one) to Oster's and Natalia's misdeeds because to give them attention on their own playgrounds gives them power. If Illinois's boob government makes up new quax rules, I will once again quietly go around them just as I did in the halcyon days of Speakeasy Illinois in 2021. Since many crazy quaxxers congregate in and around public schools, I highly recommend getting your child out of public school if this is at all possible for the duration of 2023. If it is not possible, don't bat an eyelash when your kid wants to take a sick day, a sick week, or a sick month. Public schools are hysteria cesspools at this point, and this has everything to do with them being centers of government grift and political correctness.

Another suggestion is to take up a form of religious practice, and not the kind of materialist Christianity, Islam, or Judaism that worships masks, vaccines, and most likely demons. If you go to a luxurious box church or temple with a café and a worship band, consider defecting to a more traditional worship center where less ostentatious surroundings combine with older and more time-tested ways of channeling God. If you are adverse to churches as I am, consider making walks in wild and semi-wild places a habit along with relentless daily discursive meditation.

All my best to you and yours in these terrifying times. We truly live in a new Dark Age in a demon-haunted world.

I did a series of Ogham readings in 2021 for both vaccinated and unvaccinated people over the span of many years. I did a reading for the vaxxed and unvaxxed spanning several months as well as a longer forecast for unvaxxed and vaxxed spanning many years. This is a follow up on part of the multi-year forecast that is now in the recent past: Winter 2022.

Sadly, the prediction of mass death forecast by my Ogham is currently playing out. The vaxxed are dying or being disabled at the rate of about 7500 people a day. All around me, anecdotal evidence piles up among the vaxxed. Vaxxed kids are not just getting sick, they’re coming close to death every time they get sick and becoming just a bit weaker with every random flu. I do not have any confidence that such unhealthy children will be able to have their own children when the time comes, but as I have long said, humans are easy to sicken and hard to kill. The sickest kids I knew as a child went on to have one or more children as adults, and as much as some will say IT’S DIFFERENT THIS TIME, what gives me hope for the human race is it seldom is different this time.

Two neighbors (that I know of, I don’t know all the people in my neighborhood) have died in the last 3 years. A 30-something year old had a debilitating stroke and is still re-learning how to talk. A kid in the local high school dropped dead suddenly and unexpectedly during a choir concert. A relative died over a span of weeks of turbo-cancer after being in remission for several years. My husband’s bandmate had a mysterious death in the hospital mere hours after being diagnosed with “Covid”. These anecdotes, along with extremely damning data pertaining to female fertility where the quaxx is concerned, lead me to suspect that we may be looking down the barrel of a slow moving Apocalypse. The civilized world is going to go through some seismic changes over the next 20-40 years, and one of those things will be a dramatic reduction in population any place where vaxxers used to throng, such as most of the US. These seismic shifts are our Black Death, except ours was self-inflicted not by lack of sanitation, but in the frantic urge to over-sanitize our own bodies by attempting to re-engineer our immune systems with MRNA nano-technology. I don’t think it takes a genius to figure out what the “N” stands for in BioNtech — it seems to me it is a fairly direct reference to the nano-structures and dare I say nanobots. These are the clever little graphene oxide lifeforms populating the current crop of so-called vaccines that are now being rolled out in a childhood schedule near you when they are not flooding your local Walgreens/CVS in the form of the flu shot. Normies, beware, but don’t say we didn’t warn you.

For Winter of 2022, my Ogham provided three cards, all ill-dignified for the Unvaxxed.

Just as predicted, the Unvaxxed are going through a spate of darkness.

The first card the Unvaxxed drew was Tinne or Defense ill-dignified. Remember that in my system, the ideal or well-dignified position of any given Ogham tree letter represents Aristotlean balance whereas ill-dignified represents either extreme on the pole of imbalance. The Unvaxxed have a lack of balance right now, both over-defense and defenselessness. We are in the process of creating a new, alternative medical system that will focus on holistic well-being. In my group Speakeasy Illinois, most of the posts are about finding doctors and veterinarians who do not mask or push vaccines, and the majority of those tend to be holistic medics who do not subscribe to “tech will fix everything” insanity. We the Unvaxxed are in a bad place though, as millions of us have lost our jobs and livelihoods and must scramble to keep a roof overhead if we are lucky enough to do that. As the Ogham predicted, there are many people with nothing left to lose. 2023 is the year I expect violence to erupt against MRNA drug pushers of various statuses, as the hashtag #fauciliedmillionsdied ignites anger among people who have nothing left to lose.

The second card referring to the Situation of the Unvaxxed is Koad or Grove. Koad talks about the factors influencing the whole and provides a bird’s eye view snapshot of the current situation. Again, this card is ill-dignified, which means the black-pill people are having their moment of triumph. Lots of unvaxxed people are gloating about having intact immune systems, and such gloating merely paints karmic targets on their backs and the backs of their own loved ones, who end up by hook or by crook within the same vicinity. My suggestion is that people in glass houses should neither gloat nor throw stones, because you never know how that energy will come back your way or if you can deflect it once it does. Trust me, I know, and that’s why I don’t do that anymore. Anyone who is in a fragile corporate niche job needs to have a back up plan, and that plan should include a dramatic downscaling of his or her lifestyle. This is not to say that all corporate niche jobs will disappear; they won’t. Many will. But to cling on to such a lifestyle is a set up for dramatic failure. If you can encourage your non-egghead kids to stay far away from college and its ensuing debt, do that. Of course one size never fits all. I went to music college and I am glad I did; I use the skills that resulted in my degree every single day. If you can wean yourself off of traveling by plane, that would be a good idea too. Another good one is to wean yourself off of non-homemade food and to any limited extent you can, grow some of your own food and herbs.

For the third card of the doozy that is Winter 2022 for the Unvaxxed, they got Mór or Sea Change. There is a pall over the Unvaxxed. I myself have come to the harsh realization that the vaxxed have done themselves in, and with them goes civilization itself. The horrific karma being generated by this event is too much for my tiny brain to grok or bear. I can no more understand its forces and aftermath than I can figure out how to swim out of a tsunami. Collapse happens one person at a time; this year I spurned one of my vaxxed relatives who was especially obnoxious over the last couple of years. I don’t anticipate ever seeing her or her child again unless it is at a wedding or a funeral. Personally, I have somehow managed to re-build a full schedule of private music students after ending my 13 year turn in a commercial space as a lesson studio. Walking away is necessary and it also hurts. I walked away early and avoided the rush. Others aren’t as lucky as me. They lost their parents or their children to the MRNA vaccines whereas I lost my aunt. They weren’t able to scrap together a new livelihood… yet. They are the ones who either must gracefully let go of what they have lost or go down the path of vengeance. I used to belong to the vengeance club and there’s nothing I fail to understand about it. As much as it seems counterproductive to put aside your vengeance, I am living proof that the best revenge is living well, and living well means leaving judgement up to the gods.

Now for the Vaxxed follow up readings in Winter 2022.

Eerily, the Ogham provide Ioho or Grace to refer to the most immediate card for the Vaxxed this winter. Ioho is a card of endings, letting go, and death. It is well-dignified, which is to say the vaxxed are going to their fate without much of a fight. It is estimated that 6.5 million people have died directly from the vaccine, but I think the number is much higher. Deaths seem to be accelerating as we embark upon the new year. A Telegram channel I follow called t.me/covidbc reports that there are now too many “died suddenly” confirmed MRNA-dosed posts to keep up with them all. The interesting part here is the essentially suicidal nature of the Vaxxed as a whole. The urge to take the vax comes from the urge to either enter or remain in the professional managerial class. I believe this urge was driven by a specific set of demons, among which is the demon Paimon. For the vaxxed, even as they go to their deaths, they fully expect to be rewarded in the afterlife for their noble sacrifice. From my conversations with the dead over the last couple of years, I find that many vaxxed people who die of the vax are shocked to learn that taking the vax was a deal with demonic forces and that the resulting karma can be harsh and potentially very long lasting.

For the second card, the Vaxxed also got Koad or Confluence much like the Unvaxxed for this era. This means that the Vaxxed and Unvaxxed are very much in the same predicament, but in the case of the Vaxxed, it is well-dignified, which means the Vaxxed who have managed to hold on to their livelihoods are benefiting from the rewards society still ladles upon them for being virtuous and obedient. There are plenty of corporate seats in the game of musical chairs that are currently open due to the sudden and unexpected deaths of young college grads and former middle managers. I would argue that this was the point of adhering to vax mandates: to free up salary class positions for the Darwinian fittest and their offspring. The Vaxxed who have survived don’t always have health problems and may never suffer anything of the sort. Koad also speaks of the convergence of realizations, and I think the Vaxxed are finally beginning to see the big picture of what they’ve taken part in.

For the third card, the Vaxxed drew Quert or Delight ill-dignified. This is not at all surprising. As I mentioned on John Michael Greer’s blog, this year there was a marked absence of shopping mall stampedes at Christmas and after it. Some of this was due to people doing what the TV told them to do for the third year in a row, but more of it was due to the harsh realization that credit debt is not sustainable forever, nor do we want it to be. The bottom line is that the dream of the Vaxxed to enter the hallowed halls of the salary class via obedience and consumerism is over. They were not grateful for what they had, no matter how much they had, and that is why it has been taken away. Those who do have great unearned wealth are now discovering that an $800 bottle of champagne might as well be stale piss if you can only barely drink it from a straw held up by a home nurse. Health is wealth, my friends, and only those who learn to work with the forces of nature to heal their bodies have any shot at being healthy. Meat World sucks!

Happy New Year and may gods bless you for not swearing in the comments.

Our civilization has a love/hate relationship with children that is currently listing heavily towards hate. Children and their parents take a bad rap for being selfish in an age of overpopulation. Long ago, in a time before the woke revolution, gay men came up with the term "breeder" to label people (typically straight ones) who wanted to conceive and/or successfully bore children. As someone who has never wanted children of my own, I was regularly mystified by people who pitied me for not having children or who asked when I was going to have children of my own. At the tender age of 18 I already felt a great deal of pressure to have children. The pressure did not truly subside until I reached the age of 45 (I was a very young looking 40) and it became patently obvious my husband and I had no designs on creating a child together.

My go-to line was and is "Raising a child is one of the toughest jobs in the world, and I skipped it because I didn't want to do it half-assed". I only say this to parents who I believe are doing an excellent job raising their children. Many people who become parents belatedly discover they don't want to be parents. There are message boards for parents who confess that having one or more children ruined their bond with their spouse or mate. They regale anonymous viewers with horror stories about the aftermath of childbirth-ruined bodies, isolation, depression, and regret. Many wish they could go back in time and make a different decision. Many feel tricked and hoodwinked. Parenthood was glorified and its truths downplayed. Many feel eaten alive by toxic mommy culture and to a lesser but still significant extent, toxic daddy culture. Many suck it up and never let anyone know about their negative feelings, burying the wound deep inside where it festers and burns.

It's a fact that many people have children merely because they are expected to have them. Many more have them by sheer accident. I was an accident; that's why I was adopted at the age of ten days. When parents do regret having children, they are not allowed to say it aloud. They are never allowed to mourn what they have lost in terms of freedom, youthfulness, autonomy, and potential. They are handed a set of unrealistic expectations. Nobody can have it all, yet we are told this all the time with the hackneyed term "limitless possibilities". We are also told we should desire to have it all while being all things to all people. There are many idealized images where one can have kids, career, a perfect house, a killer Instagram, and of course lots of money.

Spoiled Rotten: Is There a Subconscious Backlash Against Children?

Childhood is fetishized. Suburban childhoods like the one I experienced in the late 70s and early 80s became a trend on big and small screens when the TV show Stranger Things resurrected the packs of kids on bikes trope from Stephen Spielberg's ET. Today's über-precious, molly coddled Gen Z child does not know what it is like to be sent outside to play and forgotten about until dinner, or the brief phone call from a friend's house to get permission to eat dinner over there. As generations of children have become more and more materialistic, they have become more feral, either shrinking away in horror from just about everything or boldly bratting it up while posing for a mom-assisted selfie in front of a mountain of unearned toys. As a teen, a healthy amount of my self-hatred came from remembering what an insufferable brat I had been just a few years earlier. Maybe I'm not the only one who hates how spoiled I was.

Instead of raising kids sensibly to do without en masse, I hypothesize that hatred bubbles up as severe and awful post-hoc punishments for children, for instance making them the subjects of mass medical experiments with various vaccines and allowing woke teachers to use them for sexual grooming purposes. In other unsurprising news, the most draconian elements of child punishment have been originated by the most child-hating and overpopulated nation on the planet, China.

It is the worst time in history to be a child. The second you pop out of mom's body, you are pricked and poked with vaccines that cause learning disabilities and auto-immune dysfunction ranging from mild to severe. If you survive, you may end up being told you are insane by the tender age of ten for maintaining an active connection to the spirit world. If you are not a natural conformist, you will be mercilessly bullied, often by your own parents. If your parents have any money, it is highly unlikely you will know what it is to play outside without being in constant danger of being run over by a car, if you are allowed unsupervised play at all. Every parent I knew as a youngster dealt with depression. Psychiatry as a profession only exists because of moms and dads who hate their lives. This begs the question of "What's the use of a gorgeous, comfortable lifestyle if you're depressed as hell all the time?" It's the same sort of conundrum of the very rich and very sick. What good is the $400 bottle of wine when you cannot drink it even with the help of a nurse holding a straw to your lips?

The MRNA vaccines were first billed as a way of keeping grandma safe from her grandchildren. Once the optics fail of children suffering on behalf of their grandparents was perceived for the failure it was, the myth machine churned out propaganda about the vaccines being safe for the youngest of the young. It was always clear they were not safe for anyone paying attention. I'm not sure why it took so many ten year olds keeling over with heart attacks though. My suspicions are that many people who claim to love children actually don't love them at all.

Misanthropy as a Function of Overpopulation

The Plandemic turned regular people into original sinners who could only get clean one way: by getting repeatedly inseminated with a DNA-modding set of machines in injection form. The baptism rite in question was demanded by the anti-theist powers of Progress. The children were offered up as the ultimate sacrifice on the altar, which is to say children are still the disposable cannon fodder they were in World War I. Though some may claim they believe the children are our future, nobody has any problem with child labor as long as it is done by little Pakistani girls in sweatshops and little boys in the Congo mining cobalt for electric cars. Children were always on the front lines and precious little has actually changed except the flavor of lies we are expected to swallow hook, line, and sinker about how much they are loved and valued.

The reason companies are rushing to get vaccines on the childhood vaccine schedule is because it lifts the onerous burdens of liability in case they kill or maim children as they are already doing. Autism is up to 1 in every 30 births. Compare to 1 in every 2500 being diagnosed with autism in 1960. Something is amiss, for sure, but there is no rush to get to the bottom of it. To add insult to injury, autistic people are thrown away by the time they hit their teens. To exact revenge, many of them have become memelords on 4chan.

Commodifying Innocence and Manufacturing Consent

In the Jim Henson fantasy film The Dark Crystal, the evil villains are a race of decrepit bird-creatures called Skeksis who spend their time and resources hunting down the last of a race of mini-people called Gelflings. When they find a Gelfling, they hang him or her in the air and extract his or her life essence until the creature dies. They drink the substance as an elixir and gain an addictive rush along with a temporary stay from aging. Basically Jim Henson had his Skeksis drinking adrenochrome long before it was cool. Right around the same era, Brooke Shields made several soft porn movies and starred in extremely mature photo shoots, many while she was still a pre-teen. 80s kids were pushed into sexuality at age 12. Now that sexy 12 year olds are yesterday's news, mainstream media has moved on to five year olds and toddlers.

There are some teachers of the type displayed on Libs of TikTok who have the sick idea that little kids should be initiated into adult domains to "help" them figure out what they will be in terms of future sexuality. My husband pointed out that anyone with a sexual agenda to "help" a little kid is a pedophile no matter what they believe they are doing. Most kids are unaware of themselves as having sexual feelings until at least a few years before puberty. Most of those feelings can easily be shelved until they grow into semi-adulthood and begin the cycle of puberty. Sexualizing a child, ogling a child as Brooke Shields was ogled, or attempting to influence a gender decision upon a child who has not completed full puberty is sexual abuse and a breach of their human right to privacy and autonomy. If I was Queen of the World, I would enact no punishments for thought crimes. However, those who acted on their pedophilic urges would be put on trial and quickly executed as a matter of course, and that includes teachers who "come out" to their kindergarten classrooms. Communists believe that turning all sex into a robotic, debased free for all is better than the opposite traditional religious obsession with sexual shame and humiliation. Evangelists want an eternal re-run of the opening scenes of The Handmaid's Tale, with any woman who dares have a child outside the confines of marriage literally branded (preferably by cutting off a hand or putting out her eye) for life and her child taken away to be gifted to the deserving and heterosexual faithful. Commies prefer an abyss of perversion and Evangelists delight in a morass of repression and punishment. Either way, kids get thrown under the bus.

In Which I Propose a Ternary

I believe there is a happy medium that neither involves five year olds receiving cartoon masturbation manuals nor a pamphlet of lies about storks and mommy's tummy. De-stigmatizing unmarried teen pregnancy would help countless generations of children from a couple of key angles. Allowing younger people to have children outside of marriage with the expectation of being completely supported and accepted would result in healthier generations of children. The later one waits to have children, the worse one's prospects are for having a healthy, intelligent child. One of the reasons for the high number of autistic births is because of the general age of today's parents, not just the amount of unnecessary and toxic chemicals being shoved into baby's shoulder. A hundred short years ago, teenagers had children on the regular and nobody batted an eye. Women wrapped up childbearing at age 35 if they were not dead from doing it, unlike now when women don't think about having a child until they're having sporadic hot flashes. Healthier attitudes towards unmarried teen pregnancy would mean more children and fewer abortions of the legal or illegal variety. Considering the vaccinated are very likely to face fertility problems in the near to far future, there is haste to be made in accepting parenthood in in forms that were previously considered declassé or embarassing.

Though I am encouraged to see alternative schools springing up in my area in response to the exposé of public schools in 2020-2022, I am dismayed by the surging tide of Christian schools which seek to replace once kind of indoctrination with its equally bad opposite. I believe children should learn that being gay is OK, just not in any graphic detail.

We are in the midst of a die-off, make no mistake. Our die-off wasn't caused by a pandemic. Instead, it was caused by what was passed off as a cure for the pandemic's disease. The MRNA vaccines continually prove themselves to be deadly, and that's if you are lucky. The MRNA vaccine damaged face a living hell of debility, chronic pain, disfigurement, and being gaslit by the same doctors who tricked them into taking it in the first place.

Fashions of Our Time

Twenty years from now, I imagine masks will have the same pastiche as disco shirts and bell-bottoms did in 1985. When I was in junior high, I was horrified to see that some adults still wore disco shirts and bell-bottoms unironically, their various cleavages bulging from tight polyester. There will still be holdouts and true believers who wear masks everywhere in 2035, but I don't think there will be a huge number of them, just as in 1979 there were not very many women wearing curlers in their hair under kerchiefs. It existed, but such women were relics of a quaint past. The mask may have a new-old future as a sexual fetish item like Roller Girl's omnipresent skates in the film Boogie Nights. I would not be surprised to witness the birth of a mask subculture devoted to semi-suffocation and anonymity. Masks and shame fetishes already go together like bread and butter.

The Damage of Generation Cuck

Few are more unfortunate than the children and grandchildren who were forced into fertility-destroying and life-ruining medical treatment for the sake of selfish adults who should have known better. US Millennials have already seen a die-off proportionate to the amount of mostly young, male lives lost in ten years of the Vietnam war. Generation Z is profoundly warped from nearly three years of masking and hysteria over what Fauci himself admits is little more than a seasonal flu. When Zoomers aren't killing themselves outright out of despair, they are dying of the experiments repeatedly injected into their arms. Mainstream media frantically tries to normalize eight year olds face-planting during recess due to heart attack or massive stroke. Once again, the dead are the lucky ones. Their suffering is over, unlike children who end up marooned in front of a store because their parent has succumbed to the familiar Stop, Drop and Flop marionette routine commonplace among those who have taken the quax.

There will be no uprising; the current set of human beings is too cowardly. On the plus side, there are a few parents refusing to play the public school game. Homeschooling in my area is seeing a big surge. It is well out of fringe territory and mainstream in a way that it has never been before. People are slowly but surely getting involved in self-sufficiency and local politics, which as I have argued are the only kind that matter. As one would expect, it is the unvaxxed who have had the fire ignited under their butts. The vaxxed in my area of Chicagoland are gratefully accepting of the recession of draconian mandates nobody wanted, but for the most part have sunk back into their roles of inactivity and complacence.

The Coming Baby Bust

Klaus Schwab and Yuval Noah Harari are nowhere near as intelligent as they believe themselves to be, because if they were, we would not know their names. I don't believe Schwab and his minions will burn in hell for eternity as so many so-called Christians transparently lust. I do believe that Gates, Fauci, etm. will do long turns in hell. It won't be forever, however it will be exactly the set of consequences they have earned over time. Fertility is already down 20% in every country that gleefully accepted the quax. I call it the quax because all of the doctors who pushed it remind me of the sound of a duck's natural voice. Unlike the baby bust I was born into when Roe Vs. Wade was new in 1973, this one is going to extend up to 300 years, just long enough for the American Empire to complete its collapse.

The labor shortage we have now is about to go nuclear. I expect the return of labor unions in the next fifty or so years, for better or for worse. I already live in a land of empty buildings and vampiric hospitals and school districts. The Retail Apocalypse brought on by lockdowns has actually just begun. When I let go of my commercial space earlier this year thanks to the advice of horary astrologer Andrew Skeen (highly recommended), I dodged a fusillade of bullets. In the near future, many teachers will be out of a job because there won't be enough students to fill their rosters, at least not among the vaxxed. My music teaching business would have been DOA had I not collapsed to avoid the rush. As it stands, when I started teaching in 1996, most of my students were children. Now it's two thirds adults. I foresee horrible epidemics of childlessness among the vaxxed. There are already jokes about unvaxxed sperm being the new Bitcoin.

There is no question that McMansions will stand empty. Every town will have at least three or four neighborhoods that are vacant and rotting to the ground like a Chinese ghost city. I expect some places to finally be handed over to squatters, though this seems at least ten years off where I live. We are in an era where people still have the resources to politely squat in what used to be called a trailer but is now called a "tiny house". I don't think the future will be as polite.

Because our civilization is insane, new construction will continue largely unabated. Though construction has slowed down in my area, it is nowhere near extinct as I can bear witness to new McMansions being erected all over the place and malls springing up near highway interchanges. The idea is to prop up the facade at all costs.

Because I live in a relatively large city near one of the largest cities in the world, Chicago, I expect to see this area morph into something akin to Brazil and its favelas. With the help of global warming, Chicago's future will be hot, dense, and junky. The superrich will continue their retreat into gated enclaves of mirrors and denial while the ever-disappearing middle class continues its struggle to survive. Life is already better outside the cities where virtue signaling and all its accompanying grift isn't so endemic. My advice, for what it is worth, is to find the most unvaccinated location possible wherever you are. Yes, that means I suggest staying put and holding the line, which is contrary to things I have said before. If you have any neighbors or access to factions of people interested in self-sufficiency, cling to them like white on rice. If you have family you get along with, vaxxed or unvaxxed, cling to them as well. Please join me as I repeat my mantra "I do not desire wealth I did not earn". I believe this will go a long, long way in helping ease the current predicament, because the desire for unearned wealth is what caused it in the first place.

Generally, I believe my Ogham have been right about these readings. My interpretation of their timing has been skewed in various places though and it seems that my own inevitable bias often leads me to believe events will take place sooner than they end up happening. The scary part is my Ogham have predicted mass death for the vaxxed in separate readings outside of the ones represented here. The Ogham maintain they still see the same scenario of mass death playing out for the vaxxed and that nothing significant has changed. I am deeply saddened but not surprised by this news, especially in light of whistleblower doctor Jane Ruby's and embalmer Richard Hirschman's findings and Mike Adam's studies about clots in the corpses of the vaxxed. The vaxxed are almost uniformly facing either chronic, debilitating die-off or straight up early death. I believe the children that are being vaccinated as we speak will likely reduce their future ability to procreate by half or more. This means there will be a collapse in world population over the next five plus years that rivals the Black Plague, but because it won't happen at the same apocalyptic speed as Yersinia pestis, the deluded will try to shove it off as "sh*t happens". The only populations that stand to avoid demographic collapse are those of nations that didn't participate in Covid theatre, propaganda, or vaccinations.

The Fate of the Vaxxed Ogham reading covered May 2022, November 2022, and November 2027, with three cards symbolizing each era. The Fate of the Unvaxxed Ogham reading covered the same general time periods. Though I labeled the time period as April 2022 for the unvaxxed, I hope you'll bear with me and consider April and May 2022 to refer to the same general period.

For May 2022, the vaxxed got Phagos or Teaching in the You position, meaning the most immediate and relevant position. Here is what I said about Phagos in that reading:

"For the most immediate or blunt part of May 2022’s reading, the vaxxed got Phagos or Teaching well-dignified. Phagos is a mental plane card symbolized by the Beech tree. When it pops up, it indicates the full and profound understanding of a concept. At this time, the vaxxed seem to be zombified when anyone brings up the potential deleterious effects of the vaccines."

Many of the vaxxed are still in the trance of SAFE & EFFECTIVE, but recent events such as Justin Bieber and his common law wife suffering facial paralysis and a stroke has underscored the inevitable point that everyone who has taken the vaccine could find their time is up at any second. Christina Aguilera taking one for her Illuminati team by dancing onstage with a green strap-on has not been enough to pull public attention from the horror of realization that the vax kills and when it does not kill, it disfigures and disables. The vaxxed can run but they cannot hide. Ambulances crowd the motorways every time I leave the house. Athletes are dropping dead on the field. Statistics keep rolling in of spontaneous abortions among vaxxed women, irregular periods, and a particularly nasty uterine phenomenon called decidual casting. Any medical professional, leader, or random individual pushing the vax at this point is a mentally ill fossil who seems destined to pay for their horrible karma for centuries in the backrooms of hell. Of course I could be wrong. This is just what I see.

The first card in the immediate position for the unvaxxed in May 2022 is Uilleand or Generosity well-dignified. Admittedly I was perplexed by this card when it showed up as I didn't feel the unvaxxed would be feeling generous in any way. However, Uilleand's deeper meaning in my Ogham is the idea of being cognizant about privilege and the reaction within oneself when that insight arrives. The unvaxxed are realizing they have been right all along about the MRNA shots, but in general there has been an appreciation of the importance of true health over the desire for revenge. Vengeance on the people who played along with the vaccine tragedy has largely been shelved for now. Though at least one clairvoyant was rumored to have said a well known pro-vaxxer would be torn limb from limb in public in May 2022, that event has not occurred as of mid-June.

The second card for May 2022 that has to do with the vaxxed's Situation was Ailm or Transcendence ill-dignified. Most of the vaxxed have had the realization something is deeply wrong with the vaccines, but they refuse to take any responsibility or action to stop the juggernaut they set in motion by complying in the first place. As I predicted, people living in vax-happy countries such as Lithuania, Germany, Australia, and Canada are still being oppressed by their Stalinist leaders. I hope that anyone moored in vax-enforcement countries will stay strong and create underground Speakeasy networks in order to fight the oppressive machine. I am praying for you.

For the unvaxxed, May 2022 showed the card Beith or Beginnings well-dignified. Beith is also called Intention in my Ogham. In this position, I believe it is talking about the alternate societies springing up all around the world now that the vaccine narrative has shown the corruption and idiocy of the usual way of doing things. I am happy to say I was ahead of the curve when I founded Speakeasy Illinois, a group that put promotion of non-masking, non-vaxxing businesses, schools, and establishments above the petty hatred of those who chose the Corona narrative. Speakeasy Illinois is far from alone in its promotion of freedom. The PublicSq app was launched in 2022 with the same freedom-promoting agenda in mind; I highly recommend downloading it if you have a smartphone. All over the world, people are waking up to the reality that stupid people don't have to be harmed out of vengeance. The way to rise above the cycle of hurt is to go around them.

My Ogham provide a final card for May 2022 in the form of Tinne or Defense. Well-dignified, it means the vaxxed are still well-defended in their cognitive dissonance and in some significant sense are not yet suffering the deleterious effects of the vaccines. From my anecdotal observations, the vaxxes take approximately one year and a few months to start crushing the human immune system they were (in my opinion) designed to destroy. Those who do not die minutes or weeks after receiving their shots typically wait about a year to become debilitated or die. That is why so many are dying right now -- they took their original shots or boosters in March of 2021. Most vaccine deaths are not reported as such. VAERS, the American vaccine adverse event reporting system, represents only one percent of vaccine injuries and deaths at the best of times, and we are living in an age of censorship and coverups.

For the final card of May 2022, my Ogham provide Gort or Perseverance well-dignified for the unvaxxed. This one seems fairly obvious: many of the vaxxed will not budge and are still hopping off the cliff like good lemmings. The unvaxxed also will not budge, but the key difference here is health. The defenses presented by the vaxxed will last only as long as the majority of them are in relatively decent health, and it is rapidly becoming apparent that the MRNA vaccines are designed to take out the human immune system in order to create a continued dependence on (you guessed it) more vaccines.

I'll be breaking down the readings again around the end of the year as I dissect what the Ogham said about vaxxed and unvaxxed for November/December 2022. I suppose I will do the same five years from now when the world does not end and for many life goes on as it always has. The fact here is that even if we have a die-off, it's not going to be an apocalypse. Genocide, maybe, but at this point it is a slow moving one. Right now, there are about 20 percent more human deaths than usual. I'm confident we will see the bump in all cause mortality statistics once 2022 is a wrap because it is exactly what the statistics for late 2021 reveal. 20 percent is a lot of people, but it's not dramatic unless/until it happens to you or your loved ones. I am also confident that the self-assembling nanoparticle MRNA treatments (I call them vaccines only out of convenience) will go down as the worst collective mistake ever made in human history. I am proud not only not to have participated but to have fought against these treatments at every turn. I think my Ogham were right and that's why I fear the future for the vaxxed, a group that contains many people I love and admire.

Cringe.

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.

Some of the strange things found in Pfizer, Astrazeneca, and Moderna "vaccines".

It may have been right under our noses this entire time. Pfizer calls its product "BioNTech". What if N is for nanotech, specifically self-assembling nanobots and tiny, magnetic microchips that receive electronic signals?

Why even call a vaccine NTech? Seems fishy.

"Graphene oxide has an affinity for the nervous system and the heart"

"Wherever graphene oxide goes, it generates tissue or organ inflammation"

"Graphene oxide is eliminated through our lungs"

"The aim is to eliminate a large part of the population and in the remainder use the behavioral modulation properties of graphene oxide in the field of neuroscience and artificial intelligence."

https://www.bitchute.com/video/8ED4MavkV5nv/

More odd photos. Hydra vulgaris.

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There was a pivotal moment in April 2020 when the collective decision was made to plunge into an era of medical hysteria and tyranny. To my own credit, I saw the writing on the wall early on and wrote an essay about alternatives to the prevailing stupidity. That essay later became the pro-freedom group Speakeasy Illinois.

The architects of demonic takeover and their lackeys were confident that the rest of us would either go along willingly or be easily bulldozed out of the way. They greatly underestimated the occult forces at work behind the scenes. They pooh-poohed the notion that selling their souls and the health and well-being of their progeny carried a price. To maintain the Progress narrative, they went full Karen. Progress is a cargo cult. Superstition is its currency. Wear the mask and "normal" will return in the form of eternal 10,000 mile shipping routes from the Far East delivering cheap electronics to heat-sink McMansion living rooms for Christmas Day. Trick or force your children into getting a shot that is proven to cause heart inflammation and blood clotting so you can fly to Orlando for a few more years and take selfies with Mickey Mouse. Be the neo-SS Secret Police whenever you see a fellow citizen with a naked face in the grocery store. Wish death upon the unvaccinated, clandestinely while muttering under your mask or in loud, strident tones. Call them the f-word. But whatever you do, don't allow yourself to imagine that energy bouncing back in your direction. Don't allow yourself to perceive a Universe where a side effect of wishing illness and death on others is illness and death visiting you and your loved ones. The demons to whom you sold your soul promised that you could order fun trinkets from Amazon. They said you'd be able to afford a case of Veuve Clicquot on New Year's Eve. The bottom line (the one you forgot to read!) stated that you would pay any price to maintain the wonderful dream of Progress. The trinkets from Amazon are useless when you've had your limbs rot and fall off from vaccine injury, a supposedly rare side-effect of the MRNA vaccines that is actually quite common. The case of $65 a bottle champagne might as well be bottled tap water if you can only drink it with a nurse's assistance from a straw.

Not Worth the Bargain

Those of us who refused to be gaslighted, brainwashed, insisted, tricked, shamed, cajoled, or forced into compliance are still the minority depending on which station of the globe we occupy. From the beginning, mask and vax hysteria was directly proportional to the number of snobs in any given area. Progress depends on snobbery to perpetuate itself. It is and always has been about keeping up with the neighbors. A recent video of an Australian woman ramming into the car of another woman who was protesting vaccine mandates is telling: the first thing she does is to insult the other woman of being a bogan. "Bogan" in Aussie slang implies someone of low class, especially someone on welfare. Progressian true believers like to class-shame those who go against the Progress narrative. Ironically, they often do this while making noises about championing the working class.

Canada has been a decent place to be middle class until quite recently. The American middle class has been on a slow and steady decline since 1970. The Canadian middle class didn't feel the sting -- in Canada the decline seemed to hit about 10 to 20 years later, and of course this was heavily dependent on what area of Canada was declining. Most of the real cost of decline was paid by indigenous Canadians in the form of the land being poisoned and wealth being funneled towards the cities. The main reason for the maintenance of the middle class in Canada seems to be fracked petroleum. By decimating the boreal forests of Alberta to send fracked oil and gas to the US, Canada created a wealthy upper middle class that trickled wealth down towards its lower classes.

Basically Canada had very few bogans -- indigenous people are never called bogans despite their similar economic status to poor whites. One of the unspoken rules of Progressian classism is that white people must be singled out as whipping posts for classist rage.

The Unlikely Revolt

Personally I did not expect Canadians to foment any type of revolution. I thought my usually mild-mannered neighbors to the North (I live in Illinois, which is nearly a tropical climate compared to most parts of Canada) didn't have it in them to resist. Nobody was more pleasantly surprised to see working class truckers go up against the most tyrannical government in Canadian history since the 1837 Rebellions. Though I have no doubt Tyrant Trudeau and his minions will go full Tiananmen Square on peaceful protestors in the Convoy, I also strongly believe the truckers will win because the American land spirits are on their side. As it turns out, we low class bogans may have a devastating card up our sleeves: the spirit of the land trumps all. It has more force than a tsunami or a nuclear bomb. Of course, as usual, I could be wrong.

Illinois's own Emperor Butterball, Governor-King Pritzker, hath decreed that mandatory masking is coming to a halt by the first of March. This seems awfully suspicious as he seeks re-election later this year and his poll numbers lurk somewhere in a hastily dumpstered toilet. It is my profound belief that the land spirits here on the Prairie are not taking too kindly to leftist communist tyranny either, though once again I assert it is only my belief.

As I have gone on about in this blog, I believe in the power of gratitude. I believe that the reason the land spirits are on the low class side is because we of the lower class tend to be more grateful than the class that sold its children and grandchildren to Mammon for a few more years of upper middle class prosperity.

A Favor to Ask

That is why I ask you this favor regardless of your vaccination status. I believe we are at a tipping point. I believe we are close to determining how much mask and vax tyranny will extend into the far future in various forms. As odd as it sounds, I am asking those who are on my side to be grateful in your everyday actions. I know it seems meaningless. Nevertheless, I hold the belief that every act of gratitude, silent virtue, and genuine generosity sublimates by the power of seven. Why seven? Actually, I have no idea, I have done enough discursive meditation on it to understand exactly why. All I can say is that my own life seems to be steadily improving the more grateful I become. I'm not necessarily richer: as you may know I have recently cut my losses and closed down my commercial space of 13 years because I cannot handle the financial end of commercial rent. Nevertheless, I am happier now on a daily basis than I have ever been. When I turn my contentment into gratitude and generosity, I believe it comes back to me with seven times the strength and seven different forms.

When you get up in the morning, thank your bed for providing a comfortable place to sleep, regardless of whether you slept well. If you are a monotheist, consider thanking your God for sheltering you while you slept. Thank your domestic partner (if you have one) for anything they did to improve your home, such as working to provide, doing the dishes, or shoveling the walk. When they do something gross or leave you with a sink full of dishes, instead of criticizing, take your mind off of it. One good way is to pray to your deity. Personally I like to memorize the Orphic hymns in my head. Another way you can bless others and add powerful force to our side is to give something away to somebody less fortunate. Do this is the quietest, most anonymous way possible and deliberately shield any form of recognition for giving of yourself. Of course sometimes your generosity will be found out -- do your best to dismiss any adulation beyond a simple "thank you".

I have been extremely tempted to hex the arrogant vaccinated. As some of you know, I am peculiarly talented at hexing and cursing, but I don't want the blowback, so that's why I don't do that anymore. There is a tide of wrath building against those who voluntarily vaccinated: that is baked into the cake at this point. I have felt it surging and done my best to keep it separate from anything I do and I suggest you do the same. The people on the demonic side of the Progress bargain are losing because of their wrath. Their lowest common denominator approach to battle, aptly symbolized but not limited to the Burn, Loot, Murder antics of BLM and Antifa, are beginning to fail. I suggest doing the Christian thing and leaving judgement up to God. We can enhance their tendency to fail by ignoring them when they curse, meme-ing them when they trip over their own hatred, and turning to the divine for guidance with gratitude as our base. Onward, grateful soldiers. May you win the war.

I cast a mass reading last night for the fate of the Unvaxxed. For my comments and links to previous readings for the Vaxxed and Unvaxxed alike, please click this link.

Once again, I did a three card reading for three different times. In this case, it was six months out, or approximately April of 2022, twelve months out, or approximately December of 2022, and five years from now, approximately December of 2027.

The Six Month Forecast: April 2022

My Ogham are unabashedly optimistic in ways I am not for the six month forecast. All three cards for the six month reading were well-dignified, which in my system of reading indicates balance. For the most immediate, boots-on-the-ground state of the Unvaxxed, they provide Uilleand or Generosity. Uilleand, symbolized by the honeysuckle in the old Ogham and the trumpet vine in my Prairie Ogham, is a vigorous card of bounty and abundance -- so much bounty that the most natural instinct is to share it, pay it forward, and "free" it. The secret of Uilleand is that freeing the abundance and giving it to others creates a cycle of good energy or luck that returns to the giver at least seven times over, so in a funny way, it's the generous who always end up happier than the parsimonious, no matter what their checkbooks look like. I have no idea what the Ogham mean by this card in this position. Are they talking about the robust health of the Unvaxxed? Are they talking about the spirit of generosity with which the Unvaxxed should go forward? Uilleand is a card of perceived abundance no matter how you split it, and it is the warm spirit of spreading abundance and sublimating it as I mentioned before.

For the Situation, the Ogham gave Beith, again well-dignified. Beith, symbolized by the Birch, means Beginnings/Intention. I guess this is the proverbial phoenix rising from the ashes: as most of you know, I have been encouraging others to start their own alternate economies. I run a 5000 member Facebook group called Speakeasy Illinois that re-routes customers to mask and vax free businesses and establishments in an effort to build upon the positive instead of trying to tear down the negative. I do hope this means the beginning of a new, less toxic Narrative. The one we've got is the desperate control attempts by the salary class, who seek to throw their children under the MRNA experiment bus in order to prop up a dying globalist economic model that was only possible because of cheaply available petroleum and grift. Beith in balance would indicate a better set of intentions, the emergence of unadulterated honesty, and energy being poured into a sane transition away from the breakneck petroleum economy.

For the Outcome, the Ogham gave Gort or Perseverance well-dignified. Gort is symbolized by Ivy in the old Ogham and Bindweed in the Prairie Ogham (if I were further south in the US, I would attribute it to Morning Glory). Gort is the "hangin' in there" card and again talks about vigor and solid footing. It can easily refer to robust health. At any rate, this card says the Unvaxxed are not about to quit. I hope this means that the Unvaxxed living in oppressive countries such as Australia, Canada, Austria, and others get the advantage and can put an end to the current states of medical apartheid.

The Twelve Month Forecast: December 2022

My Ogham are not so optimistic for the twelve month card forecast. In a dramatic reversal (or at least as dramatic as the Ogham get, which is not very dramatic) they provide three ill-dignified cards.

For the most immediate position, the Unvaxxed got Tinne or Defense ill-dignified. I take this to mean the Unvaxxed will have both extremes of imbalance depending on where and who they are in the world. To be under-defended is to suffer vulnerability. We unvaxxed are not immortal, and creepy elites like Fauci and Gates rub their hands together in hopes of unleashing a gain-of-function disease that actually does the job it was designed to do. December of next year may bring more lockdownerism in places that are prone to the hysterics of the salary class (Northern Illinois, I'm looking at you). The way out is to go around -- please create social networks NOW, both online and off, and quietly populate the black markets, secret schools, and guerrilla gardens that will help the young people of today to stay fed, clothed, and sane. On the other side of imbalance is Too Much Defense. I think this is straight up talking about vengeance. Recently, I read a Vaxxed contemporary of mine bragging about getting a salary class job vaccinating old people and children. The old Kimberly would have reacted with far more hatred to this person's announcement. The Vaxxed who stood by the Narrative that is killing and maiming potential billions of people are going to have hell to pay, and much of that hell will come at the hands of people who have a talent for hexing and cursing like I do (I don't use it) or worse. By worse, I mean people who will have nothing to lose -- their homes and livelihoods taken away by vaccine mandates, their families destroyed. I see quite a few Vaxxed people who are essentially innocent getting lumped in with the gleeful Vaxxed. Backlash is coming, and my Ogham seem to think it happens a year from now.

For the Situation, the Unvaxxed got Koad, again ill-dignified. Koad or Grove means Confluence and talks about factors converging to a point that creates the spirit of an era. My Ogham say that significant collapse happens among the Unvaxxed. Those who are clinging to salary class jobs, homes, and lifestyles will get booted out. As I have long maintained, the salary class is and was a game of musical chairs. This latest round of excluding people for being unvaxxed is a business-as-usual tactic in order to free up salary class positions for obedient flunkeys. As the chairs disappear and the music gets faster, the last of the salary class breadwinners fight tooth and nail to stay in the McMansion, to continue going on jet vacations during school breaks, and to drink lots of Starbucks. My Ogham are saying if you are in the salary class, you really need to make arrangements to be resilient without a salary class income before December of next year.

For the Outcome, the Unvaxxed got Mór or Sea Change ill-dignified. This means that factors completely beyond the Unvaxxed's control will go septic. I take this to mean the conditions of the astral plane will get crappy again as the vengeance that was building from the first card discharges on the physical plane. Will there be fighting? I believe so. Protests may turn into guerrilla wars. There is also the distinct possibility that the Unvaxxed will be saddled with care for the ailing Vaxxed. Once again, my Ogham have said the Vaxxed are facing a significant die-off. Personally, I don't believe it, or as I have said, I cannot believe it because it makes me too sad to think of all my vaxxed friends and neighbors suffering and dying horrible deaths. Mór is talking about societal collapse here, I think.

The Five Year Forecast: December 2027

The Ogham made a ternary form positivity sandwich out of this reading. All three of the five-year cards were well-dignified for the Unvaxxed. Apparently we Unvaxxed get our collective stuff together in five years.

For the most Immediate position, the Unvaxxed got Oír or Epiphany well-dignified. Oír is a card of lightning-bolt realizations, "Eureka!" moments, and going around the idiots. My Ogham think we will have our alternative systems in place: sane schools, stores, churches, and local governments that will stringently prevent the fascist nonsense of 2020/2021 from recurring. Again, I am nowhere near as optimistic as my Ogham. I'll bet that some countries will cling to lockdownerism and medical tyranny to the bitter end, and even if there is a holocaust-level die off of the Vaxxed, it will make little impression upon their demon-obsessed minds.

For the Situation, the Unvaxxed got Straif or Resilience. I made the point yesterday somewhere on my Speakeasy group that the Vaxxed tend to be the same people who:

Don't mow their own lawns
Don't cook from scratch
Don't know how to fix anything
Live in huge, energy-sink houses
Cannot make do with LESS (less energy, stuff, and stimulation)

In other words, they're the most screwed if the majority of global supply chains go bye-bye, so why the brinksmanship and the willingness to collapse the real economy? My Ogham are saying the Unvaxxed will be just fine, surviving and also thriving -- all that crunchy granola homesteading jazz will be hip again, like what I tend to remember about my chunk of the Midwest in the 1970s.

For the Outcome, my Ogham provide Onn or Community well-dignified. The Unvaxxed will rebuild communities at the grassroots level -- hopefully this means the trend of mom and dads running for local school boards and deep involvement in local civics will continue. Internet personality Tarl Warwick/Styxhexenhammer666 makes the excellent point that presidencies and governorships are not as important as local board positions. Real change comes from local leadership. My Ogham point to the disintegration of the old ways of atomized families, weird affluenza competitions with people you don't know, and digital immersion for the new ways of generosity towards one's neighbors, voluntary simplicity, and true human connection. I sincerely hope they are right.

I have done one Ogham reading each for the vaccinated and one for the unvaccinated in late summer/early fall. These readings covered the period of several months. These two readings were my first ever that asked about large groups of people instead of the typical personalized readings I usually do every week and for myself every day.

Overall, they weren't perfectly accurate, but they were helpful especially in their suggestion of strategies for dealing with the various issues in which most of us are wading through.

A Summary of The Fate of the Vaxxed Reading:

On August 18, 2021, I published a reading for the vaccinated that covered three dates: August 20, September 20, and October 20.

My Ogham were correct in saying that the vaccinated were still sitting pretty as of August 20 (Tinne, Defense), while blissfully oblivious to the darkening influence of VAERS and less official reports of vaccine injuries piling up in the corners of social media (Mór, Sea Change, ill-dignified). They were able to overcome obstacles (Huath) over the summer and the pressure to vaccinate continued unabated.

By September 20, my Ogham were again correct to point out the degradation and disintegration of family and friend relationships (Ur or Intimacy ill-dignified) though this wasn't exactly a revelation. Entire countries began collectively freaking out around this time. My Ogham pointed to an epiphany (Oír) where the vaxxed realized to some degree how badly they screwed themselves. Nicki Minaj came out swinging around this time and said the magic words "Maybe we should pray on it?" and this sent the pro-vaccine forces into a frenzy of new dissonance and propaganda. The third card of the reading, the Outcome of Duir or Gifts, seems to refer to the courage of the vaccine injured who put their ruined bodies and lives on display on social media in order to stop the insane push to vaccinate every man, woman, and child.

Around October 20, Fauci got caught with his pants down as his involvement in horrific experiments on puppies was exposed to the public. His modern day Mengele antics finally gained some traction and people finally began looking into his AIDS drug torture of foster children back in the 1980s. Fearn or Bridge is the card of bad leaders and foul gurus and I believe Fauci was its poster child in this case. My Ogham were again right about the beginning of babies dying of the vaccine. Tragically this did not stop the entire salary class from jabbing their children a few weeks later when sketchy FDA approval of the Pfizer shot got rammed through the system. As for the third ill-dignified card, the vaccinated got Saille or Sensitivity ill-dignified. I believe this is in reference to their doubling down on the "MRNA VACCINES ARE SAFE AND EFFECTIVE" Narrative. For the most part, the only vaccinated people who are not clapping their hands over their ears and screaming LA LA LA LA right now are the vaccine-injured and their families and friends.

A Summary of The Fate of the Unvaxxed Reading:

On August 25, I did a reading for the unvaccinated that started and ended a month later than the original vaccinated reading.

For September 20, the Ogham were correct when they said not much had changed for the unvaxxed. No matter how much legitimate research was thrown at the vaxxed, believers in the religion of Progress staunchly refused to listen. The result was Coll or Wisdom ill-dignified — pearls before swine. Many lost their livelihoods, indicated by Uilleand or Generosity ill-dignified. The unvaxxed proved to be fairly crafty, and around this time we saw the success of United Airline workers striking to avoid vaccine coercion. The Ogham indicated this and other news events with Saille or Flexibility/Sensitivity well-dignified.

For October 20, the Ogham showed more of a winning streak than the unvaxxed actually got, or at least that’s my opinion. Ur or Intimacy did seem to indicate the gods getting involved. Many, including myself, felt a big astral shift around that date. The unvaxxed proved healthier than the unvaxxed, and more censored knowledge broke through that the vaxxed are the real Covid super-spreaders. The Ogham indicated this breakthrough with Ngetal or Hygiene/Health. The celebratory outcome of Quert or Delight my Ogham predicted was simply wrong in my opinion. Quert was not the mood of late October or any other month in this reading for the unvaxxed. If anything, we have the opposite of Quert on the mass scale — put your head between your cheeks and kiss your @$$ goodbye is accurate!

For November 20, the unvaxxed got Straif or Resilience. I think it was accurate. Unfortunately, the unvaxxed are facing more persecution and harassment than ever. Fearn, the broken bridge, did come to pass. Many of us are in personal financial collapse because of lockdownerism and vaccine shenanigans. Thankfully we have not gotten a charismatic unvaxxed furor worthy of any attention. Duir, or Gifts shows up ill-dignified in this reading and that is what has been happening. The unvaxxed are being saddled with the care of their vaccine-injured relatives. Meanwhile, the vaxxed continue with their quest to convince everyone that vaccines are the only way forward.

The Fate of the Vaxxed, May through November 2027

My Ogham were kind enough to provide predictions for the vaxxed for three different eras: in six months, in one year, and in five years. They surprised me with a message of hope.

For the vaxxed in six months or approximately May 2022, the Ogham provided three cards.

For the most immediate or blunt part of May 2022’s reading, the vaxxed got Phagos or Teaching well-dignified. Phagos is a mental plane card symbolized by the Beech tree. When it pops up, it indicates the full and profound understanding of a concept. At this time, the vaxxed seem to be zombified when anyone brings up the potential deleterious effects of the vaccines. For my Ogham to show Phagos means they will honestly look at the complete picture of what has happened with the vaccines. Right now, they are refusing to admit the vaccines are problematic because of the psychology of previous investment. More directly, they’re scared. It is much easier at the moment for the vaxxed to insist there is nothing wrong with the vaccines, because if they admit there is something wrong with the vaccines, they have to face the facts:

The vaxxed may have given themselves a form of AIDS (VAIDS) that kills the immune system over time and is triggered by exposure to routine pathogens
They are responsible for convincing and often forcing others to take a drug that is potentially far worse than Thalidomide or Phen-fen
There could be a generation of children that is not only socially stunted because of masks, but also infertile and chronically/terminally ill because of vaccines

For the second card of the May 2022 reading, the Situation, the Ogham provide Ailm or Transcendence ill-dignified. Unfortunately I think this is referring to the vaccine-injured. There won’t be much hope for recovery. I also think it points to some countries and individuals stubbornly enforcing lockdowns and vaccines as the wheels come off of the Narrative. Anyone living in Austria, Lithuania, Australia, Canada, or any other heavily PMC, vaccine-coercion country should try to get out while they still can.

Another card of hope the Ogham provide for May of next year is the Karma, Tinne. Tinne means Defense. Seeing this well-dignified cheers my heart because it indicates an understanding of true threats and proper defenses taken against them. Our civilizational reaction to Covid-19, a virus that kills less than one percent of those who catch it, has been insane. I often think of most people’s reaction to the Covid virus when I meditate on Tinne being out of balance. All along, I had hoped that people would snap out of lockdown mentality and misplaced trust in Big Pharma in favor of sensible change like a slower-paced society that makes room for the working poor to take sick days. Instead, the Coviditarians turned their queer superstitions about health into mask mandates and forced vaccination.

For the one year mark, or approximately November 2022, the Ogham provided three cards for the vaxxed.

For the most immediate card, the Ogham provided Ioho or Grace in reference to the vaxxed. Straight up, Ioho is a card of death. I could be wrong, but I believe we will see many of the vaxxed going to meet their maker around this time. Ioho is also a card of letting go of that which was not meant to be, and I dearly hope this means the Narrative and its draconian mandates will be vanquished by November of next year.

The second card the Ogham provide is Situation. The vaxxed got Koad or Confluence. Koad has to do with facing the truth of where you are, which is another good sign. My Ogham seem to think the vaxxed will be mostly done with their denials and running away by next year, or at least that is how I interpret it.

The third card the Ogham produce for November 2022 is Quert or Delight ill-dignified. When imbalanced, Quert talks about stress and preoccupation. The salary classes and the Professional Managerial Classes that drove the vax narrative were never any good about appreciating the little pleasures of life; now they apparently get worse for whatever reason. As this is a karma card, it darkly hints that those who cannot appreciate the little things will have those things taken away.

In five years or approximately November 2027, my Ogham provide three cards for the vaxxed.

Saille or Sensitivity well-dignified shows up and once again it cheers my heart, because it is the rigidity of the vaxxed that has been causing trouble all this time. I have often said I’d have zero problems with masks or vaccines if they were choices. I remember the pressure I felt from Christians to be Christian back in my 1980s childhood. The pressure to become vaccinated is very similar, but at least those overbearing Christians were not able to force the legal system to work their black magic for them.

Another good card shows up in Situation, Oír. Oír means Epiphany, the lightning strike realization that allows a solution to be had. I hope this indicates a discovery to help the vaccine-injured but I wouldn’t place any bets on it. At any rate, Oír indicates an ingenious workaround.

For the final Karma card of the November 2027 reading, the vaxxed got Onn or Community ill-dignified. Broken communities? That has already happened. We may also be looking at broken countries. Personally, I have seen the writing on the wall and have made a major decision to downsize. It hurts and there is still much pride to be swallowed, but I am trudging forward knowing that the world I used to live in pre-Covid is over. This card hints at the alternate societies that are springing up as we speak in response to vaccine mania.

Please stay tuned for a follow up reading on the state of the unvaxxed for the same general period of time.

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