When Loyalty Equals Liability

The more you forgive evil, the more it proliferates.  Your silence equals compliance.

There’s no incentive for evil-doers to do right when the contract among the immoral offers a cornucopia of quasi-spiritual nonsense for their deeds including, but not limited to: forgive, turn the other cheek, grin and bear it, be the bigger person, don’t make waves, go along to get along, find the silver lining, suffering builds character, that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, let bygones be bygones, and a fat load of similar crap I heard growing up from my ‘betters’ which I now find extremely cringe-worthy.

If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”

Read as: repress, dissociate, normalize, self-edit, put head back in sand, become a Prozac-smiling, tyrant-supporting, authority-repeating, happy daughter and compliant citizen.

If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” George Orwell

Stop resisting and the suffering will end, the spiritualists say.  Really? And how’s that been working out for us?  Because the microcosm of the family and the community is a direct reflection to the macrocosm of the institutions and ultimately the entire global political system.

“As I make clear in my book Battlefield America: The War on the American People, we’ll soon have to choose between self-indulgence (the bread-and-circus distractions offered up by the news media, politicians, sports conglomerates, entertainment industry, etc.) and self-preservation in the form of renewed vigilance about threats to our freedoms and active engagement in self-governance.” John Whitehead’s Commentary, The Omnipresent Surveillance State: Orwell’s 1984 Is No Longer Fiction June 10, 2019

For the average citizen endless war has been accepted.  Mandatory vaccines are on the horizon.  World governance looks inevitable.  Weather manipulation goes unchallenged. Smart cities and robot bees and fake foods, and on and on.

We LOVE it ALL! Control us more, PLEASE!

Mark Scheidegger

Take away our very speech! We think it’s super-duper! The sooner we all think alike the better! What on earth are you waiting for?!

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This is welcomed, those who are not going along out of fear, go along out of complacency, cluelessness, or collaboration.

Thus, what we are witnessing, in the so-called name of security and efficiency, is the creation of a new class system comprised of the watched (average Americans such as you and me) and the watchers (government bureaucrats, technicians and private corporations). Clearly, the age of privacy in America is at an end. JW

How did we get here?  Let’s count the ways.  Here’s one:

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The New Age Movement Fraud, Unslaved episode 26

If you don’t lay blame where it is due, you cannot get on with serious work.  Bypass at your peril. Drug or meditate your way to inner-peace so the guilty can remain blameless, and voilà one major reason why we find ourselves right here, right now.

According to Tsarion the New Age movement’s roots were in reaction to the charlatanism of centuries of Christianity and for that they do deserve some cred.  OK, fine.  But, you know these movements by their fruits.  Has the society become better under their guidance?  Are we more caring, more secure, more happy, healthy, connected, united, thanks to these preachings and teachings, because that’s what they keep promising us, and they’ve had plenty of time to prove themselves by now.

Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.” George Orwell

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Chilling Roosters and Boiling Frogs

I wonder what it is like to be a lover of life-squashing.  Or enjoying the chill of boiling frogs.

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Like this one CIA program among so many others  You see, because life means so little to them, and power so very, very much.  But it’s not about the CIA, this is so much older, so much deeper, so much bigger, and sadder, and harder, and simpler.

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I don’t get it, why are y’all self-harming for him, enlighten me, please.

Because too many are too disengaged.  The opposite of love is not hate, it’s apathy.  It’s “I don’t know what to do, and . . .” Nothing.  Let’s stop there.  And have lunch. And get back to life as we know it, which is just bloody rosy as hell.

The sun will come out tomorrow.  Little Orphan Annie.  Perhaps Big Daddy Warbucks will tuck you in one more time. Pray on that.

You know, if you’d just get them before the age of 3, your mind control would be so, so much more simple, and effective. Just ask Mengele.

Could you be a member of a cult? The whole family thinks you’re crazy and making up lies about the absolute perfection of our existence! And being a bully to boot! #scapegoat

You refuse to see gray, insist to paint all white, well, what other choice do you give me, in this pre-conditioned slave paradigm?

But, what happened, oh so wise ROOSTERS?

A trip-up in your programming?

So very trendy now, I wonder why, and how?

Never happened. All normal, mass illusion, Disney programming, all in good fun, laugh along now . . .

Or just continue to sleep . . .just dream . . .  All suits us very fine . . . .

 

 

 

“You’re Ornery!”

“You’re ornery!” she said.

Really? This is ornery? I thought, silently. Because all I did was call her out on some clear bullshit, in what I consider my usual unusual fashion, which had never garnered that word before.  Anyway, I don’t consider it an insult.  Especially now.

*Bad tempered, combatant*  she meant. Stubborn, common usage.  Actual meaning: You don’t fall for the usual bullshit I’ve been programmed to dish out.

”I don’t understand, ornery?” (me: 19th century: variant of ‘ordinary,’ damn my studies.)

“You’re no Basic Bitch!”  Oh, maybe it’s closer to my studies than I thought.

“Basic Bitch?” Google: airhead, trixie, fool does whatever her man say.

OK. Great . . . thanks?

Now, this not-so-basic-bitch is supposed to feel bad because you’ve committed suicide? Guilty even?  We all could’ve saved you. We tried!  Not hard enough though, right?

Really?

And an Instagram post is how we are informed of our required response?

So now we are programmed to be grieving.  It’s tragic.  So beautiful, so young.  Don’t speak ill, oh no, not now, not . . . Ever?  So . . . Innocent?

Rest in peace, my almost friend, no fool for you, may you never try again.

#playednomore

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Kyla: 254.258.0560 “We’re sorry, the member you have called has calling restrictions. . . Welcome to Verizon.

Psychic Vampirism, please, look it up.

The longer you forgive and forget, the longer you’ll get played.

 

 

 

 

 

The Value of Venom

Honeybees know the value of their venom, they give their lives for it.  We know how precious is the value of the honeybees’ venom, understanding it as both cure and poison.

In natural healing bee venom is used for all sorts of cures, a number of them painful.  Honeybees can be merciless, even to each other, for the ‘greater good’.

What did I find today outside one of our hives but droves of drones, those are the males, kicked out by those bossy female workers who clearly decided they could no longer be supported. They will also kill and replace an unproductive queen without hesitation.

And me, being the opportunistic and cunning human that I am, collected these evicted dead bodies in order to make Podmore, considered an exceptional traditional medicine used to cure all sorts of ailments.

Quite unknown to American beekeepers, I wonder why, considering its value? Could it be they don’t like the thought or action of collecting dead bees?
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This reminds me of another big related beef I have with our current cultural climate: Weakness is not a virtue.  And neither is positivity.

I like the way Micheal Tsarion just put it in his last podcast, because I think it’s spot on. Our Prozac smile culture is in a “regressed state of animated autism.”

The Reign of the Terrible Mother

Optimistic bias undermines preparedness and invites disaster, according to sociologist Karen Cerulo.

In Barbara Ehrenreich’s 2009 book, Bright-Sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America, she underscores how hard Americans have been working to adapt to the popular and largely unchallenged principles of the positivity movement, our reflexive capacity for dismissing disturbing news, whitewashing tragedy as a ‘failure of imagination’ and relentlessly spinning suffering as little more than a growth opportunity.

While in fact I am writing now out of a spirit of sourness and personal disappointment, unlike Ehrenreich according to her intro, I nonetheless find much value in her final paragraph: “Once our basic material needs are met—in my utopia, anyway—life becomes a perpetual celebration in which everyone has a talent to contribute.  But we cannot levitate ourselves into that blessed condition by wishing it.  We need to brace ourselves for a struggle against terrifying obstacles, both of our own making and imposed by the natural world.  And the first step is to recover from the mass delusion that is positive thinking.”

The bees know.

One of the very many things that fascinate me about the bees is that the Freemasons so covet it as a symbol.  I can imagine there are many reasons for this, most of which will probably remain a lifelong mystery to me.

At some point the bees simply refuse to adjust any more and they swarm, this is a natural, healthy, cyclical process, which most American beekeepers try to avoid at all costs.

We seem as a culture to abhor natural processes.

As cruel as this is sure to sound, could it be that maybe swarms and cullings are natural processes for humans as well as bees?

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Moving colony from nuc to permanent hive.  How you like my fancy paint job? 🙂
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Setting up a swarm trap. Open invitation to immigrants, move-in ready!

My new honeybee hero and virtual mentor: Dr. Leo Sharashkin!

 

Advice, well-meaning?

Well, I have already exhausted my resources as far as well-meaning advice from the indoctrinated, ignorant, and ill-informed. Bless their hearts.

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How do we secure our future on the wee homestead where we intend to retire and eventually die when weather terrorism masked as global climate change is wrecking havoc on our livelihood and general disposition and ability to constantly adapt?

Well-meaning advice: More insurance.

So we pay for more insurance so that business in the skies and in the criminal cartels we’ve named governments can continue as usual? But that’s not racketeering?

How do we protect the land and our personal commitment and calling as individuals when the states and communities are taking guidance from compromised institutions attending to steering committees of agendas far, far away from where we call our home? And, by idiots, no less.

Atlantic Council Takes Over ‘100 Resilient Cities’ From Rockefeller Foundation

Thoughtful question from clueless or pretending friend: Do you have an accountant?

WOW!

Elimination of Private Land Ownership: United Nations Agenda 21 here at the local level

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Agenda 21/2030 aims to abolish private property under the guise of ‘sustainable development’ and EVERY Administration in this country for decades has been on board with this U.N. program.  Including the CURRENT ONE!

Typical reply: That’s a conspiracy theory.

Really? Because, they have a f-ing website, moron! Pardon my f-ing French. Just a bit testy these days. Don’t mind me, I’ll just pour me another sherry.

Sustainabledevelopment.un.org

That is, U.S.A., Inc.

“And what is a ‘shell company’ — they seem to be proliferating these days.”

“I don’t know, never heard of them.”

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And still more well-meaning advice:

“You can’t fight the government, sweetie.”

“Oh that good ole Double-Bind, got it, thanks Dad.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.”

”They soon learn to quit trying to protect themselves, and they quit trying to think for themselves, but submit to the environment around them.”

And they’ll even go as far as to call that Balance. Chainless Slaves

 

 

 

 

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Wayne McRoy is a father with a vaccine-injured child.  If every parent of a vaccine-injured child were to come forward now, the current would shift dramatically.  

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It takes incredible courage, I understand that.  It takes passion and will and persistence and those are really hard.
It takes leadership.  Here’s your leader, if that’s what y’all have been waiting for.

https://www.crrow777radio.com/152-va33inations-are-a-modern-construct-and-currently-56-are-pushed-free/

Why are some experts telling us the vaccine science is settled when it is clearly not settled?

https://archive.org/details/VAXXEDDeLaDissimulationALaCatastrophe

https://helpsaveourkidsfuture.wordpress.com/2019/01/07/in-the-age-of-information-ignorance-is-a-choice-medical-doctors-and-phd-scientists-who-explain-clearly-why-vaccines-are-not-safe-or-effective/

http://www.auricmedia.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/vaccination_proved_useless_and_dangerous_1889.pdf

http://whale.to/vaccines/smallpox14.html

https://youtu.be/TlncXrBm1To

http://www.vaccinefraud.com

From a leaked Wyeth Pharmaceuticals internal memo dated August 27th, 1979 to Mr. Larry Hewlett from Allen Bernstein, Wayne quotes regarding the DTaP vaccine, which was the one that caused his child’s injury: 

“After the reporting of the SIDS case in Tennessee, we discussed the merits of limiting distribution of a large number of vials from a single lot, to a single state, county or city health department, and obtained agreement from the senior management staff to proceed with such a plan. . . allocation of stock to distributions centers is designed by lot number in a manner designed to leave the maximum variety of lot numbers in great valley, and marietta to serve substantial orders. Managers and DCs carrying average inventories of over 3,000 packages, approximate, have been requested to advise FSRD of any orders exceeding 2,000 vials. FSRD will then designate shipment by lot number, furnishing additional stock as needed. 

So basically what they’re saying here, is they noticed that their vaccine was causing SIDS in a small geographic area, so rather than recall the product, what they did, was a specific lot number of this vaccine that was causing SIDS. So they split it up and sent it around the country to different geographic areas, so that it skewed the data.”

If this is surprising to anyone, perhaps you will recall this company was later in hot water over another lawsuit, according to Wiki:

Rapamune:

A “whistleblower suit” was filed against Wyeth in 2005 alleging that the company illegally marketed their drug Rapamune. Wyeth is targeted in the suit for off-label marketing, targeting specific doctors and medical facilities to increased sales of Rapamune, trying to get current transplant patients to change from their current transplant drugs to Rapamune and for specifically targeting African-Americans. According to the whistleblowers, Wyeth also provided doctors and hospitals with kickbacks to prescribe the drug in the form of grants, donations and other money.[26][27] A US House of Representatives committee, led by Rep. Edolphus Towns is investigating Wyeth for these abuses.[28][29]

Why are the same poison-pushing corporations still thriving despite repeated lawsuits and public complaints?

Why are the mainstream news and celebrities used to push vaccines?
Showing Now:  Pneumonia!
Starring . . . Whoopi Goldberg!
https://abcnews.go.com/Health/whoopi-goldberg-announces-death-battle-pneumonia-sepsis/story?id=61563014

Why are they trying to censor dissent and close down any open, public debate?

What is the end game here? Is it really just about ‘following the money’ as they say?

https://www.rutherford.org/publications_resources/john_whiteheads_commentary/the_making_of_a_monster_were_all_lab_rats_in_the_governments_secret_experiments

According to Wayne it’s a vast conspiracy of the darkest order.  As difficult as this is to digest, I agree.

The end game feeds the technocracy agenda—create the ideal synthetic man—‘save’ man from his emotions, make him satisfied without messy human interactions and a better worker/civilian/military automaton, craft him using crazy concoctions into a useful tool for the cybernetic age.

https://www.amazon.com/Dissolving-Illusions-Disease-Vaccines-Forgotten/dp/1480216895

https://www.dissolvingillusions.com/chapters/

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Earning My Mid-Wife Badge

The Girl Scouts was as close as this suburban girl ever got to learning any kind of traditional skills growing up.  I quit it early on, considering ‘badge earning’ to be well beneath my expanding “cool kid” facade.

But if there’s a badge worth earning, midwifery would be up there with the loftiest of them.  I’m humbled and proud to say I got to experience it last night for the first time.

I bit of critical background:  I’m squeamish.  Considering we didn’t have children of our own and I didn’t have my own dog to take care of, let alone any pet previously to our dear Papi, at about age 42, it seems to me squeamishness pretty much comes with that territory. 

It’s because I was well aware of this personal limitation that I NEVER imagined we’d have so many animals.

Chickens, for us and many other clueless homesteaders, are the Gateway Livestock.  Then came ducks, turkeys, sheep, pigs, and more dogs.  But we both swear we’ll never get cows or horses.  (Ahem)

Considering my penchant for ‘Too Much Information’ I’ve now been acclimated to loads of poop, vomit, blood and morbid sounds of all sorts.  It also got me scared, very scared, about all that can go wrong with pets and livestock.  And how painful that is, and knowing this truth in advance is useless.  It does not help the pain by expecting it.  It does help though to be prepared.  So far I give us a C+ on that when it comes to the critters.

My TMI penchant leads also to so much online and in books about serious diseases and awful complications and the myriad very dirty deeds endemic in the farm life.  Talking to others more experienced will also always bring sad stories and sometimes tragic ones.

 Maybe I don’t quite deserve my badge just yet, but I’m fairly certain I saved our ewe and her young lamb last night by being at the right place at the right time and doing my usual C-level work.  🙂

When our ewes have lambed in the past I was not there to witness the actual event, only woke up to find the lambs delivered, sometimes successfully, sometimes not.  On one occasion I found one mutilated by our young puppy and I had to kill it.  I cannot speak about this moment still today a year later without tears.  It was the most confusing, stressful, tragic, sorrowful day of my life.  Like most in the so-called advanced economies, we grew up very sheltered from death and from the act of killing.  Hubby would’ve handled it far better had he been home.  I was alone and a basket case.

I was alone again this time when Buttercup gave an unusual and very loud bark audible from inside the house that clued me in that something was going down.  I went to the stalls and saw mama was in labor.  I was determined to watch it all and learn. 

I was hoping and intending to remain a bystander to nature’s miracle.

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Take a bow, Buttercup!

As it happened I could tell something was wrong right away.  Then I doubted myself.  Then I went back and forth a dozen times, yes, no, yes, no.

Then I concluded, no, something’s really wrong here, get help.  Help?  Like from who?  I called two friends with more experience and they didn’t answer.  I looked through our book on sheep, panicky by that time.  I call Hubby.  He calls his folks and searches online while I pace waiting for the bread in the oven to finish so I can go back to the stalls. 

I muse, even in this stressed state: “Oh, we’re both waiting on buns in the oven.”  Yes, that’s how I cope with stress, and most things really, goofy humor.

It doesn’t occur to me again that the fetus that the ewe cannot seem to push out is in fact dead until hours later.  Yet, I felt it, even considered it immediately, instinctually at the very first moment I saw it.  I just tried to over-ride that feeling with too much doubt and reasoning and wishful thinking.  

On the phone with Hubby we decide there’s really nothing I can do alone in the dark with no experience and no equipment and no nearby vet.  Then he calls back and has changed his mind.  He urges me to go back out, put on some rubber gloves, and see if I can help her.

And he was right!  As soon as I touched the fetus it was obviously dead and my foolishness at waiting hours to “realize” this washed over me.  I strained, along with mama to get it out, knowing if not she would surely die as well. 

At last it came free, followed by another smaller, but wonderfully alive little treasure!

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We did it!

I’m happy to report as of this writing about 16 hours later, mama and babe are doing well, eating and drinking and getting to know each other.

Yes, I was alone, but really, it was very much a team effort.  Thanks y’all!