The only place where I can get away from this vax and upcoming economic disaster is when I sleep. The anger about the way vaxed people where cheering all the totalitarian measures of the last year does come up, but in the end
1) We were all lied to...
2) We are flawed human beings
And I feel real bad for everyone who got duped into this and it makes me sad that people have died from this and are being hurt by this stuff and this will continue to happen in the future...
Why is it so hard though? Sometimes I do not know if it's even right to try to talk about this with my friends who are unfortunately still completely oblivious to this tremendous crime (i.e. due to potential change of human genome, immune fixation, vaccine-induced escape variants, suppression of early treatment, side effects etc.). Reason says that they deserve to know (according to Kant's categorical imperative, i. e. if I were them I would wish that someone told me so that I can avoid further self-harm), but in practice it appears that they really are more happy living in ignorance. And who am I to make them unhappy by telling them about all of this?
Just today I talked to a friend (triple vaxxed) and now, NOW she says that "oh covid is just a flu" after being captivated for 2.5 years by the narrative, being afraid (she is 25 and is completely healthy) and supporting all these horrible measures. Ironically, now is the point where the future does not look so bright any longer for me. I tried to get her to think by pointing out some harmless facts (e.g. huge amount of infections = constantly mutating virus; waning protection) and asking her when and how she thinks this will end? But she didn't see anything wrong with having way more infections now after the vaxx campaign than before the vaxx...
I really, really do not know what to do with people like her (I know so many), and it's driving me crazy. At this point it just feels like a scene from the Bible, where some people simply cannot see until God wants them to see. But I still have to try to help them, don't I? Or should I just let things happen and not say anything, or act like everything's alright to avoid scaring them about things which cannot be changed any longer?
Too bad I do not know anyone whom I could ask these questions and who might be able to help... Maybe God will eventually make me see in this matter so that I can do the right thing.
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Ok. Thanks Lawrencebut now I don't remember what I was going to say...
This is interesting. For the past year and a half I have been much nicer to the insects that stray into my home and I swear they can feel it when I capture and release them. The spiders especially (and I always used to kill them) when I talk sweetly to them, they calm down and jump into my cup so I can take them outside.
Everything that is happening has made me feel like a little vulnerable bug that could be smashed at anytime for any reason by someone bigger or more powerful than me. Showing compassion to the small and vulnerable creatures that find their way into my home helps me feel like I am creating a world of kindness, albeit on a very small scale.
I don’t like calling us ‘pure bloods’- it gives me bad guys of Harry Potter vibes.
I hope you’re right that Tucker is piercing the curtain. I doubt it though. All I know is when my husband finally admits the injection was harmful and a bad decision, then I’ll know the whole world knows
I am almost 80, and thank God that I am still able to make and take coffee to my lovely wife. We'll sit in bed and talk about our plans for the day. Yes, I have saved a few moths, aunts, worms and other fragile creatures. Today we will go boating and hopefully see some Orcas. Life is beautiful ,and with winter fast approaching my world I am sooo grateful to mother nature for being a part of this life.
Same here, L, when I went to shut the curtains the other night, a beautiful cocoa colored moth had been resting in a crease. I managed to get it to crawl onto my hat, which I sat on the windowsill, and it flew off eventually. It felt good too. I remember as a child, chasing the lawn moths, tossing ourselves roughly on the ground as we cupped our hands over their landing spots. They were so small, would often become just powder in your hands. Now, I would never even keep an insect in a jar, for want of nature to miss it.
Yes I am blessed to have such a wonderful wife, and to meet you as well. We are planning to set sail a week from this Friday for two weeks around the inside passage of Vancouver Island, BC. We will anchor off of some small island, and I can assure you we will be laying on our backs looking up at the cosmos. There is always room for one or two more, Lawrence.
Beautiful story. I, too, am always saving insects and any other little creatures I can. I was raised that way. After a rain, we kids were instructed to gently save the earthworms that had crawled onto the driveway. I still do this! PS best not to handle fragile insects. I use a plastic cup with a piece of paper slipped under.
I do this with my children, 7, 6, and 5 years old all the time. Living in ‘horse country’ we are no strangers to all sorts of creepy crawly things. No stone goes uncovered, living with three young children. Willingly or unwillingly the creatures make their way into our space and moment in time, the kids and I catch them and release them back into the wild world. Another chance, Another day to save a life.
The only place where I can get away from this vax and upcoming economic disaster is when I sleep. The anger about the way vaxed people where cheering all the totalitarian measures of the last year does come up, but in the end
1) We were all lied to...
2) We are flawed human beings
And I feel real bad for everyone who got duped into this and it makes me sad that people have died from this and are being hurt by this stuff and this will continue to happen in the future...
Not exactly sure why I like this piece, but I do! Perhaps it’s my own inner yearnings for knowledge, peace and kindness?
I’m old too and derive great pleasure from simple things in this (increasingly rotten) world.
Why is it so hard though? Sometimes I do not know if it's even right to try to talk about this with my friends who are unfortunately still completely oblivious to this tremendous crime (i.e. due to potential change of human genome, immune fixation, vaccine-induced escape variants, suppression of early treatment, side effects etc.). Reason says that they deserve to know (according to Kant's categorical imperative, i. e. if I were them I would wish that someone told me so that I can avoid further self-harm), but in practice it appears that they really are more happy living in ignorance. And who am I to make them unhappy by telling them about all of this?
Just today I talked to a friend (triple vaxxed) and now, NOW she says that "oh covid is just a flu" after being captivated for 2.5 years by the narrative, being afraid (she is 25 and is completely healthy) and supporting all these horrible measures. Ironically, now is the point where the future does not look so bright any longer for me. I tried to get her to think by pointing out some harmless facts (e.g. huge amount of infections = constantly mutating virus; waning protection) and asking her when and how she thinks this will end? But she didn't see anything wrong with having way more infections now after the vaxx campaign than before the vaxx...
I really, really do not know what to do with people like her (I know so many), and it's driving me crazy. At this point it just feels like a scene from the Bible, where some people simply cannot see until God wants them to see. But I still have to try to help them, don't I? Or should I just let things happen and not say anything, or act like everything's alright to avoid scaring them about things which cannot be changed any longer?
Too bad I do not know anyone whom I could ask these questions and who might be able to help... Maybe God will eventually make me see in this matter so that I can do the right thing.
Dr. Birx is responsible for the harsh lockdowns and now she said that the vax didn’t work....she is red pilling people daily 🤞
SABOTAGE? – Dr. Birx Admits to Revising and HIDING Info From Trump’s COVID Team, While Altering CDC Guidelines Without Approval.
https://thenationalpulse.com/2022/07/17/sabotage-dr-birx-admits-to-revising-and-hiding-info-from-trumps-covid-team-while-altering-cdc-guidelines-without-approval/
Dr. Deborah Birx says she 'knew' COVID vaccines would not 'protect against infection'
https://www.foxnews.com/media/dr-deborah-birx-knew-covid-vaccines-not-protect-against-infection
First, Substack is becoming very antiResponsivey! More and More I seem unable to comment because of some issues I don't understand... I get an email from a substack that I subscribe to... I click "comment"... I am taken to the site... And after proceeding to type my comment...I get a message to go back to my email to click an link to authenticate... Hey, Substack, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THIS IS STUPID!!????!!
Ok. Thanks Lawrencebut now I don't remember what I was going to say...
This is interesting. For the past year and a half I have been much nicer to the insects that stray into my home and I swear they can feel it when I capture and release them. The spiders especially (and I always used to kill them) when I talk sweetly to them, they calm down and jump into my cup so I can take them outside.
Everything that is happening has made me feel like a little vulnerable bug that could be smashed at anytime for any reason by someone bigger or more powerful than me. Showing compassion to the small and vulnerable creatures that find their way into my home helps me feel like I am creating a world of kindness, albeit on a very small scale.
I don’t like calling us ‘pure bloods’- it gives me bad guys of Harry Potter vibes.
I hope you’re right that Tucker is piercing the curtain. I doubt it though. All I know is when my husband finally admits the injection was harmful and a bad decision, then I’ll know the whole world knows
I am almost 80, and thank God that I am still able to make and take coffee to my lovely wife. We'll sit in bed and talk about our plans for the day. Yes, I have saved a few moths, aunts, worms and other fragile creatures. Today we will go boating and hopefully see some Orcas. Life is beautiful ,and with winter fast approaching my world I am sooo grateful to mother nature for being a part of this life.
Same here, L, when I went to shut the curtains the other night, a beautiful cocoa colored moth had been resting in a crease. I managed to get it to crawl onto my hat, which I sat on the windowsill, and it flew off eventually. It felt good too. I remember as a child, chasing the lawn moths, tossing ourselves roughly on the ground as we cupped our hands over their landing spots. They were so small, would often become just powder in your hands. Now, I would never even keep an insect in a jar, for want of nature to miss it.
Yes I am blessed to have such a wonderful wife, and to meet you as well. We are planning to set sail a week from this Friday for two weeks around the inside passage of Vancouver Island, BC. We will anchor off of some small island, and I can assure you we will be laying on our backs looking up at the cosmos. There is always room for one or two more, Lawrence.
Great visuals, and very poetic. I think it will take a moth to change the world. If not, then it was worth considering.
"Changing the World One Good Deed at a Time" if this actually worked we would be living in Paradise by now!
Clearly we aren't and for sure it doesn't look that we, degenerate uman animals, have what it takes to CHANGE into a Balanced state.
Just love your stories.
You spread inner peace even though mine is already there.
Breathing
Cold showers
Mindset
Wim Hof method is a plus to my cold water life since childhood.
Beautiful story. I, too, am always saving insects and any other little creatures I can. I was raised that way. After a rain, we kids were instructed to gently save the earthworms that had crawled onto the driveway. I still do this! PS best not to handle fragile insects. I use a plastic cup with a piece of paper slipped under.
Nice piece, with me it is all about setting the spiders free.
I do this with my children, 7, 6, and 5 years old all the time. Living in ‘horse country’ we are no strangers to all sorts of creepy crawly things. No stone goes uncovered, living with three young children. Willingly or unwillingly the creatures make their way into our space and moment in time, the kids and I catch them and release them back into the wild world. Another chance, Another day to save a life.