How humans progressed through this time, I imagine, will be a topic of interest, and subject of much exploration for many years to come.
As it should. The sheer feat of living in a world where some ‘see’ what’s happening, (and not just see it; feel it, sense it, bear witness as the pieces snap into place, as the suppressed studies pile up, as the Cult’s moves on the global chess board announce themselves in the next disaster, etc.) all the while surrounded by those who don’t, who manage, somehow, to normalize events that are clearly outside the scope of “normal,” ain’t easy.
The daily cognitive and emotional incongruity that occurs as these radically different realities cross over in small exchanges; neighbors across a shared fence; customers across a store counter; or even loved ones across a breakfast table - all where the distance might well as be planetary in scope.
It’s a lot.
These two realities - each with its own spectrum of course, so it’s actually far more complex than I’m laying out - living side by side.
Can we even have a societal “we” when it’s divided by such startlingly different realities? I suppose so because we do - though it’s a very divided “we”.
For how much longer can this go on?
There has been much written on the psychology of the Nazi era. The horrors we know, and the lessons many of us thought were learned echo today - for some of us at least. Understanding how quickly things can change, that people you trust will turn on you, that safe assumptions you held about the world, are suddenly as meaningful as… well, '“safe and effective” is to the “vaccine,” is disorienting.
A piece by Thomas Harrington of the Brownstone Institute. I related to the facetious tone and sarcasm, which of course, layers over the still-fresh wounds and hurt.
I wondered, in time, what will turn out to be viewed as worse:
The clot-shot jabs and subsequent deaths and injuries
Or
The realization that an entire planet (minus those who resisted and were perceived as dangerous, crazy, conspiracy-laden, misinformation-propagating selfish and degrading “others”) can so easily go mad, and worse, of course, turn on those who didn’t?
As horrific as the former is, the latter hurts and disturbs even more.
I never thought getting the “truth” out to the majority could have taken this long. (Quotes are not intended to be derisive, they merely acknowledge the “truth movement” is not monolithic in its interpretation of evidence (Why would there be?)
I was wrong. Maybe many never will leave the narrow path someone else carved out for them and called reality. They’ll never knock down those mental warning-signs provided and look beyond them. Maybe that’s okay.
I don’t know. I’m tired of wanting that and waiting for that.
How many have already died of strokes, or heart failure or SADS and still will, under whatever the next acronym they’ll devise to cover up these murders, never acknowledging that they were duped?
I don’t know.
And there is much, - even for those looking behind the curtain - we still don’t know or understand.
A retired friend recently remarked to me that her money guy reminded her there are ups and down in the markets, and that she should be aware we may be going into a down cycle and not to panic.
“Did he add that depressions can be part of down cycles too?” I asked. (I tried suggesting they should diversify into metals and maybe some cryptos years ago.)
She changed the subject. But she’s worried, she feels something but has no narrative of her own to explain it and my narrative - however accurate or flawed - is too scary.
I wondered to myself - will that be her ‘wake-up’ call? Maybe. Maybe not.
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Dear Kathleen. Oh how your articles speak to me. How in the world did we get here and when will it end. I fear never 😢Thomas’s article also spoke to me. I live for the day where I receive an apology. Even from just one person.
My twin sister and I are estranged from our older twin brothers. I just mailed RFK Jr.’s book A LETTER TO LIBERALS to one of them. He lives close by and we did meet in person a couple of months ago, but he has since avoided me. He was a director at a planetarium so I pray the passage in the book about Galileo’s fellow scientists refusing to look through his telescope will speak to him. I have to remain hopeful and have faith. My sister and I have had our hearts broken. The four of us were so close less than one year ago. 😢
Navigating that reality divide with my spouse and teen is just plain exhausting and I realized sometime last year that I might just have to let go, as horribly painful as that is. I can’t force anyone to open their eyes. Only they can choose to see.
The essay at the Brownstone really spoke to me too, thanks for sharing.
I just recently had to attend an event with some of those who shunned me for speaking up about my reservations with the covid shots last year and it was surprisingly painful to see them.
I wrote an angry essay about it when I got home, but don’t know if I want to publish it or not. I am trying my best to rise above and embrace compassion but yeah, I’m really hurt and it still stings.