My moment of clarity came on March 15, 2020 when I located and drove by the Palo Alto house of my County's public health department boss. She'd been all over the local news crowing about how she got all her fellow regional county health bosses to play along on mask mandates despite there being perhaps only one "confirmed" bat flu death in the entire San Francisco Bay Area. I already knew she had almost no patient bedside or diagnosis experience. A glory hound and drama queen clearly frightened out of any wits she'd ever had as seen in front of cameras at epic hubristic levels. The counties ringing San Francisco Bay were the first to have their public health departments "mandate" indoor masking "guidelines" in a coordinated fashion effective March 17, 2020 before the federal government got into that act.
I saw at her home: - her single story house had a front yard rock garden with mostly all spike-y and drought tolerant plants - a perfectly clean and freshly washed car in the driveway (such hypocrisy) - not a speck of dust or dirt on her driveway or front walkway (confirmation: a clean freak) - no windows in front but for narrow black tinted slitty ones and in her entire block her house was the only one not "open" in any way to the street (she likes to hide from her neighbors, not comfy with transparency)
A half block away I sat in the Gamble Garden under 300+ year old oaks and put my bare feet on the ground. Strange to be the only one there when normally many people are there. I suddenly snarled aloud, "Get a grip people!" but knew instantly it was futile. Too many uneducated idiot sheep were all around me thrilled and excited to "work from home" as they had already started to virtue signal up their whazoos with their Branch Covidian masks and counting heads for their "bubbles" of who would be "in" and who is "out" in their work and social circles.
The first County day of "required" masks indoors at businesses, I went to a local bank. Put on my widest brimmed hat, draped a see-through long silk scarf around it to fall loosely over my nose and mouth like an Edwardian lady's ridiculous hat. Not one peep did I hear from anyone in the bank that my scarf-mask was pointless. I walked out of that bank knowing mass insanity had already happened.
I've never heard any "voices" telling me to get jabbed. Maybe because I don't have a smart phone to transmit the very likely REM dream and other subliminal radio messages I'm pretty sure have been happening covertly for decades in the USA urban areas and overtly via the mass media.
In June 2020 when the madness did not end, had a vivid dream of Spanish men tearing down 5G towers with their bloody hands, and I knew I needed a mental boost to combat the growing insanity. I retreated to music searching out songs that made me profoundly happy. In January 2021, I began writing to try to make sense of the fiasco as a witness. I spent 100's of hours in person, on the telephone, and online with friends trying to convince them not to be jabbed and if forced the many legal ways to avoid it. A mostly futile effort but I still try to help anyone considering not getting more jabs.
When I was ostracized at Christmas 2021 by my entire family in my county for being unjabbed I turned to home gardening to grow more food and herbs while learning as much as I can about cheap old peasant & healer foods as medicine. Made new friends in the music, gardening, and agricultural communities. Befriended my local wild birds and squirrels. For "clarity" now, all I have to do is sit under an old tree and open my heart and mind.
Never had an urge for a millisecond to take a bat flu jab. My County is said to have 84% who got at least one jab. The bad batch research suggests my 73%+ politically "blue" county did not get much or any of the ultra-bad batches. But, I've lost count of the number of county friends and family I know plagued with what they call "long covid."
I've met in person many of the biggest Silly Valley software tech titans and some of the biotech company top executives. Without exception I've found them soulless. Lost boys. Very self-centered like toddlers under age 2. Those under age 50 never got their human body language skills wired up during puberty thanks to spending too much time in those years staring at computer and telephone screens. They can never have enough power, money and attention to be happy. They'd sell their souls to any devil in a heartbeat to immerse and insulate themselves forever in their fake techno-heaven. Right now, the greatest concentration of wealth ever assembled in human history - over $9 trillion in market capitalization - sits between San Francisco and San Jose, California. Those who control that pile pf cash have bought the politicians laws they want.
A tiny bit of local good news. The Stanford University medical PhD president just resigned after being caught faking too much very sloppy science in his published scientific papers. The official investigation had been perking along for more than a year after the student newspaper outed him. Clarity like truth eventually emerges.
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branchandroot
Re: The Epiphany (A reflection thread on pandemic choices)
Date: 2023-07-19 10:04 pm (UTC)The counties ringing San Francisco Bay were the first to have their public health departments "mandate" indoor masking "guidelines" in a coordinated fashion effective March 17, 2020 before the federal government got into that act.
I saw at her home:
- her single story house had a front yard rock garden with mostly all spike-y and drought tolerant plants
- a perfectly clean and freshly washed car in the driveway
(such hypocrisy)
- not a speck of dust or dirt on her driveway or front walkway
(confirmation: a clean freak)
- no windows in front but for narrow black tinted slitty ones and in her entire block her house was the only one not "open" in any way to the street
(she likes to hide from her neighbors, not comfy with transparency)
A half block away I sat in the Gamble Garden under 300+ year old oaks and put my bare feet on the ground. Strange to be the only one there when normally many people are there. I suddenly snarled aloud, "Get a grip people!" but knew instantly it was futile. Too many uneducated idiot sheep were all around me thrilled and excited to "work from home" as they had already started to virtue signal up their whazoos with their Branch Covidian masks and counting heads for their "bubbles" of who would be "in" and who is "out" in their work and social circles.
The first County day of "required" masks indoors at businesses, I went to a local bank. Put on my widest brimmed hat, draped a see-through long silk scarf around it to fall loosely over my nose and mouth like an Edwardian lady's ridiculous hat. Not one peep did I hear from anyone in the bank that my scarf-mask was pointless. I walked out of that bank knowing mass insanity had already happened.
I've never heard any "voices" telling me to get jabbed. Maybe because I don't have a smart phone to transmit the very likely REM dream and other subliminal radio messages I'm pretty sure have been happening covertly for decades in the USA urban areas and overtly via the mass media.
In June 2020 when the madness did not end, had a vivid dream of Spanish men tearing down 5G towers with their bloody hands, and I knew I needed a mental boost to combat the growing insanity. I retreated to music searching out songs that made me profoundly happy. In January 2021, I began writing to try to make sense of the fiasco as a witness. I spent 100's of hours in person, on the telephone, and online with friends trying to convince them not to be jabbed and if forced the many legal ways to avoid it. A mostly futile effort but I still try to help anyone considering not getting more jabs.
When I was ostracized at Christmas 2021 by my entire family in my county for being unjabbed I turned to home gardening to grow more food and herbs while learning as much as I can about cheap old peasant & healer foods as medicine. Made new friends in the music, gardening, and agricultural communities. Befriended my local wild birds and squirrels. For "clarity" now, all I have to do is sit under an old tree and open my heart and mind.
Never had an urge for a millisecond to take a bat flu jab. My County is said to have 84% who got at least one jab. The bad batch research suggests my 73%+ politically "blue" county did not get much or any of the ultra-bad batches. But, I've lost count of the number of county friends and family I know plagued with what they call "long covid."
I've met in person many of the biggest Silly Valley software tech titans and some of the biotech company top executives. Without exception I've found them soulless. Lost boys. Very self-centered like toddlers under age 2. Those under age 50 never got their human body language skills wired up during puberty thanks to spending too much time in those years staring at computer and telephone screens. They can never have enough power, money and attention to be happy. They'd sell their souls to any devil in a heartbeat to immerse and insulate themselves forever in their fake techno-heaven. Right now, the greatest concentration of wealth ever assembled in human history - over $9 trillion in market capitalization - sits between San Francisco and San Jose, California. Those who control that pile pf cash have bought the politicians laws they want.
A tiny bit of local good news. The Stanford University medical PhD president just resigned after being caught faking too much very sloppy science in his published scientific papers. The official investigation had been perking along for more than a year after the student newspaper outed him. Clarity like truth eventually emerges.
W.R.