Something peculiar happened the other day in the grocery store. I engaged in a lively conversation with another customer, both of us wearing masks, and…it didn’t feel odd.
In fact it felt like the way it used to when I conversed with other customers or the crewmembers at Trader Joe’s. Chatty, friendly, enjoyable. All that was missing was their tiny complimentary coffee cups and snacks from the sample bar to compare notes on.
Dearie me. I didn’t consciously notice our masks! I must be succumbing to the much-promoted notion that smothering ourselves is normal. A mask becomes just another accessory we don in civilized society, no more remarkable than eyeglasses or shirts.
This sends a shaft of horror straight to my gut.
What’s next, the zombie apocalypse? Or perhaps mandatory experimental drugs designed to harm us as part of a secret depopulation agenda? Oh, surely not that.
We wonder how anyone stands by to watch executions, to view the concentration camp death march. I wonder how doctors and other medical professionals can smile reassuringly while recommending drugs nobody really understands, all the while telling us (and themselves) it’s For Our Own Good.
That might sound a little harsh. I’m feeling harsh.
Regarding a lawsuit and temporary restraining order filed to halt Biden’s vaccine mandate, Arizona Attorney General Mark Brnovich noted, “Once a vaccine has been administered, it can never be undone.”
Doctors appear to be carrying out medical experimentation under the guise of “promoting public health,” and it can never be undone. I can’t imagine what dance of conscience allows these professionals, who’ve taken an oath to do no harm, to live with themselves.
It baffles me how any medical professional can neglect to spend fifteen minutes online—at the America’s Frontline Doctors website, for instance—researching the harm they may be inflicting upon their patients by pushing these “vaccines.” (Although to be fair, since many of them have been forced to choose between the jab and their job, maybe it’s better if they don’t know too much about what they’ve injected themselves with.)
There are those who’d insist that what’s happening is always, without exception, karma and/or soul contract. Forced to take the jab? You must’ve signed up for it or it wouldn’t be happening to you.
Others (Matthew Ward for one) opine that the rampant free will choices of the darkly inclined dwellers of Earth went too far in infringing on the free will choices of the rest of us. Everyone has free will…and karma needs to be fully played out, soul contracts must be honored…But.
But. There’s a limit, it seems, to how many times the same karmic situations must be replayed. The darkly inclined have played their oppressive role for millennia; many of us, it is said, have donned dark mantles in other lifetimes. We’ve all been “bad.”
Where, when, does it end? How many more turns of the karmic wheel must whip by, a cosmic tilt-a-whirl we’re all trapped in, before the mechanism grinds to a halt?
I suspect many people are saying, here, now, it’s time.
We can say so peaceably but firmly. Rebellion with a smile.
But the message is clear: we’ve allowed ourselves to be trod upon for long enough, past the point of balancing any scales of fate. It’s time for humanity to free itself.
We are ready, I’m sure. Willing, and though we might not believe it, we are able.
We are ready to fly to the stars, and beyond.