Comings and Goings

And what we do with the in-between

People are born and people die everyday.

That these bookends to our lives - birth and death - are common does not diminish their significance.

For all the things we have figured out about how it is we’re here at all - the actual source of life - how it embodies and animates, is still mysterious. Upon death, we know what happens to the body when life has left, but what of that spark of life itself, where does that go? We don’t know.

An ongoing common occurrence that happens to also be a mystery.

Life is to be revered and wondered at. (And not just cause all the great poets said so.)

The entrance and exits are profound moments when we find ourselves directly in the presence of that mystery.

And we know this; we celebrate births, we mark and mourn deaths; we become (hopefully) humble in those moments where we confront everything we don’t know.

If life weren’t so valuable, so cherished, we wouldn’t celebrate birthdays, and death would not be so ubiquitously sad and at times, tragic.

Of course, what happens within the span of those bookends, matters too.

What sort of world will we live in? Is it kind and human-friendly? What of the opportunities does it offer, is the environment healthy? Are there loving people and places that will nurture and challenge growth? Who is “in charge?” These questions are less mysterious in nature, because we have a lot to say about all that.

Or, at least, we should.

I have three sons. The first was born in the 80’s in NYC. Naturally, I was excited at the prospect of being (only 22) a mother and I wanted our baby born at home. (I never liked the sterile, impersonal feel of hospitals - which were obviously for sick people - and definitely not the way I wanted my baby to meet the world.)

I found a midwife who I saw regularly throughout my pregnancy and who attended his birth at our apartment. There was no doctor, or hospital, no drugs, or bright lights or noisy doings. There was a lot of lounging on the couch, laying on the floor, playing with the dog, making tea and reading books in bed.

Once the contractions were at regular intervals, I called the midwife. When she came by the first time, I told her I thought I was ‘pretty close.’ I remember her knowing expression and sweet smile as she said “Well, maybe not that close. I’ll be back in a few hours.” (There was also a backup doctor who worked with the midwife, in case of emergency - never required.)

Three years later, my second son was born, also by a midwife, but this was in a midwifery section of a large hospital in Connecticut where we had moved to. Home-births were not an option within the medical/insurance system. Not ideal, but okay.

It was a pleasant enough and homey-ish room we had to ourselves for the few hours it was needed. The hospital staff gave us space and before entering would politely knock on the door. (There was still some annoying bits n pieces, particularly around post-birth procedures.)

Four years later - now living in Los Angeles - my third son was born in a hospital. I had a doctor, because we couldn’t find a midwife practice that our insurance accepted.

The hospital admittance process was fully idiotic. I was sent to “triage” - a battlefield term, mind you - to be sorted; implying that having a baby required emergency-level care. I mean, ffs. Here is where the nurse offered an epidural and upon my declining it thought it wise to argue with me. (Not wise.)

Once I got to my room, things progressed quickly. The doctor, fortunately, arrived late, and so missed the actual birth (the check from the insurance company still went to him though) which allowed the nurse on staff - who was also a practiced mid-wife from the UK - (thank you Universe) to deliver him. Perfect.

This lovely woman was born to greet newbies into the world. When she watched as mine immediately found his way to nurse - she jumped back and said - “Well, he’s certainly been here before!” I’ll never forget it. We were both laughing and crying together.

When the Dr. finally arrived, he made embarrassed excuses about hitting all the traffic lights as if in the midst of this momentous moment, that mattered. (He was just noise in the room.)

Three births with three midwives over a seven & half year period. In that small arch of time I experienced how having a baby came with progressively fewer choices.

It speaks to an ever encroaching medical system - that while perhaps more sophisticated in some ways that we could call progress - offered less actual human care. (During Covid women wore masks while in childbirth - while needing all the oxygen they could muster. In some hospitals fathers were denied entrance to the delivery room, so they were not present at the birth of their child.)

It also tells the story of a growing presence, infiltrating not just the kind of care offered, but the incremental loss of personal empowerment.

Instead of the mother and father being in charge of the birth of their child, TPTWB would like the hospital and its professionals as the authorities; the parents expected to submit to them.

Think of the absolute insanity of that - one of the most profound, personal and natural moments in a human life - being handed over to someone else. Being shaped by a large impersonal institution. This is most obvious now, but has been incremental in the making.

And sure, if something were to go wrong, we’d want to know there was something in place to help. But this relatively rare situation should not be justification for hijacking the entire natural (not a medical emergency) event of giving birth.

On the other end of the life-spectrum, we watched the travesty of loved ones dying alone in hospitals and nursing homes. The end of life deserves dignity and witness by loved ones of course, abandoned during Covid.

In some nursing homes cases, occupants - humans, that is - were targeted for death, by putting sick people in with them. (Still waiting for arrests on that.)

We know deeply in our cells the paramount loss of humanity that took place as people died without the comfort of their family and friends. Inhumane doesn’t even begin to describe it. We can not forget that.

These acts coming at the precious moments of birth and death are desecrations. They are designed to diminish the value of life. They are intentionally dehumanizing.

If there were humanity and thoughtfulness in the mix of those who decide these things, hospitals would be very different places. That’s obvious. They might even have a section for births and deaths - maybe called Comings and Goings - that would take the miraculous and the mysterious nature of them into consideration. There would reverence for life and respect for these most pivotal transitions of human experience.

Treating them as mere medical events is hardly the approach either warrant. It would be great if hospitals had nothing to do with them. Since that’s not practical in all instances, at the very least, hospitals should be places of service and support, not of procedures and protocols.

How did we get here?

There was a map of course, that routed the journey, but it was not shared with us. It had its destination, which we could call, “Full Control of Humans.” (Likely with a “lets make as much money, misery and mischief as possible along the way” philosophy attached to it .)

The many decades-in-the-making march towards the modern medical system is just part of the larger anti-human agenda world we now live in. Today, saying hospitals have become killing zones - post the remdesivir and ventilator protocol that murdered an unknown number of people - is, sadly, not hyperbolic.

We just watched in real time a massive, global attempted take over of humanity. We watched governments threaten and mandate self-poisoning with an experimental substance proven dangerous and deadly. Really, let it sink in. There are layers of denial that has to penetrate.

There was clear coordination, preparation, conspiracy and execution of a plan to depopulate and control us. It’s still ongoing (though failing fast). Many thousands of businesses were shut down for good, and many people died as simple therapies for the bio-weapons unleashed were suppressed and another bioweapon called a vaccine was mandated as the only solution, which is still killing and harming even more of us.

Propaganda and censorship designed to suppress opposing voices and turn us against each other were on full display. Calls for containing non-compliers, not treating them for medical emergencies, fining them, even forcing them into compliance, were discussed. All this happened.

This is what actually happened.

Words like incompetence and negligence, hubris and stupidity are necessary but not sufficient to capture it. They do not go far enough. Anyone, at this point, who understands what has happened and doesn’t call it out for what it is - a crime against humanity, a genocide, a depopulation PSYOP - and wants to move on, should not be trusted.

Believe me these folks are out there, holding the banner of truth, with the unspoken agenda of paving the way to let those behind this outrage off the hook. They will sound reasonable, at times even angry, but then call for the need to move forward, or applying the lessons learned. You won’t hear them call for prison, you won’t hear them say criminal behavior or intentional harm.

We can not normalize or sugar-coat these atrocities. They were extraordinary crimes and there is no moving on until the hidden controllers behind this are held accountable.

We may not like confronting these things, (I don’t) but we must. We can no longer tell ourselves stories that make us feel better. We can’t numb out or make excuses for putting up with inhumane behaviors and out-of-control institutions. We can’t leave it to someone else to take care of.

And we most certainly can no longer comply with any of it.

TPTWB are not done. Likely much more chaos is coming as they attempt to continue their plan and distract us from their deeds. (It’s hard to pursue justice if you’re busy trying to survive.) We need only look at the current set-up that will inevitably lead to food shortages.

To turn this anti-human dystopian planet around, we’ll have to do it now, one human at a time, standing up and saying, No More. We’ll have to hold those behind it, actually accountable. We must insist on this. It will take persistence.

The hidden (and not so hidden) controllers are on their way out. They are going. We humans - newly awakened, fiercer, surely wiser and in much large number - are on the rise. We are coming. One world is dying, and another is being born.

It’s our planet. And the very future of humanity is at stake. The quality of life - that in-between piece - future generations will know - really, really matters, and is contingent on what we do now. Let’s rise to the occasion together.

Here’s a recent Neil Oliver who speaks to the internal hurdles we have to overcome in order to acknowledge what’s happening.

And here’s a Richard Fleming with instruction (easy) to send a letter to your state’s AG who, (all prepared, just hit ‘print’) informed of these crimes, is responsible to take action on your behalf. (But you have to send the letter.)

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