A Swarm of Starlings for Christmas

Which kind of hush are you?

In a year, we have gone from a holiday season where some were not welcome at the table for declining an experimental injection, to acting like it never happened. The rules about who is welcome may remain for some, but a few celebrities have finally spoken out. So there’s a hush now.

We are losing even the ones who knew the shot could harm, and avoided it; also avoiding necessary medical care. I am melancholy about a personal loss, someone who just wanted care that didn‘t come with a prick (pun intended). The mandates in medical centers may have faded in the halls, but not the minds of doctors who care about the complex more than you. Hard to avoid the covert bullying of a pro-“vaccination” physician.

An Australian doctor who isn’t “right wing” has come forward about severe injury from the shot, to both her and her wife. She once pushed the shots. A baby who received a transfusion of “vaccinated” blood that his parents did not consent to has died of a blood clot. Yet I am still timid to write on this topic, and the hush will still remain over the tables this holiday.

I recreated a Twitter profile. Come find me there, if you wish. I deleted my old one in 2020. Being public about conservative choices after two decades of ambition under the Hollywood dreamspell had me absolutely paranoid. I just, couldn’t. Now Twitter is full of everything they censored or labeled “hate” so that no one would read it. A small group of parents were sending many of the voices now reinstated on Twitter to Culver City United School District. For months, we were silenced on Zoom meetings and strategically avoided for begging them to let parents choose for their own kids. To not mandate the shot they were so very proud to mandate. It was on CNN. I like to keep repeating that this was in the news, and that they ignored us. My emails alone, a public record, will prevent them from ever being able to say “we just didn’t know”. I also like to remind in my substack how proud they were of the now disintegrated mandate. (The school itself has disintegrated too) The canned answer in town today is “no one was turned away for being unvaccinated.” Not true. Say it with me, now….sociopaths and sociopathic systems rewrite history! Your denial of this is their protection!

I have been feeling an eerie, quiet, calm about my life this holiday season. I just keep labeling it as “caught up” because I am focusing on my family and “my four walls”, as my bestie says. But you know what it really is? I’m not managing a great deal of emotional, mental and spiritual overload. I’m not praying on my knees in my closet, sobbing, after watching my kid get left out of holiday parties or asked to wait on the lawn of a friend’s house. Remember, I’m a stepmom. This time last year, his mother wanted him to get the experimental shot. I had no power. All I had was prayer. Lately I’m getting the wordless adolescent-to-parent transmission of acknowledgment for knowing what was best. I remember passing it to my own father at times, and now I myself receive it.

Many people don’t know themselves these days. Some may have gone all-in for the propaganda, and are regretful. Maybe they deep down know what the shot did to their (or another’s) mind and body and are too chicken to admit it and face rejection from the nodding herd. Maybe they know it is not normal for young people to die suddenly week in and week out, but their loyalty to the mind control locks them into the programmed eye roll and mantra: no, it’s not the vaccine, silly. That mantra serves a procrastinator like the drape over the storage in the garage. I mean no one wants to go through that. At least not today. I used the word procrastination on purpose. A time will come for everyone. Sometimes slowly, which was my preference, sometimes quickly.

Maybe some have no concern at all because nothing happened to them after the shot. They’re fine. But they still won’t read the data that begs the question of control groups, planned or not. On different potencies of spike protein per vial. On how the mRNA had to be at a certain temperature, that all those mass vaccination events at baseball fields and other venues produced a deactivated technology due to sub-par refrigeration standards. (Thank God)

And then there are those of us who stood against the biggest propaganda campaign this nation has ever seen, some at unimaginable loss. They too may not know themselves. I myself, an anxiety-riddled, born people pleaser who maintained a certain weight as though my passport would be taken away if I didn’t, am actually a chubby, fearless, content big mouth. (In the event of children facing irreparable and unspeakable harm, this is also known as DECENT.) Turns out, I was born to be who I am today, where I am today. Born for such an exciting, faithful time as this. I am incredibly grateful. I say without fear of judgement from my too-cool LA community and skeptical Catholic family….all. glory. to. God.

It has been painful for everyone. I can tell from comments and emails, it helps when I acknowledge it. Some of us didn’t even know our own family members could be that cruel. (Though, think back, you may have suspected.) I didn’t know how much I loved my parents and siblings. I didn’t know how much we love, and try. I do now.

None of us who stood against the falsehoods and force knew how incredibly strong we were. We didn’t know trust like we do now.

Last night, I dreamed of starlings in a swarm, and sensed this was a message about the friend and truth warrior I just lost. This phenomenon is like a hush too, isn’t it? When they fly by? You just have to stop and listen, and stare. It is LOUD, and yet still, sort of a hush. A sound produced from a huge group made up of independent determination. It also makes one quiet on the inside, leaving room for awe. Leaving room for reverence, and wonder and other invisible threads to God. Leaving room for wisdom, and trust in process. A quick online search for some Native American animal medicine on starlings produced this: Starlings represent cooperation, working together, and being a family, blood related or not; with those close to you. Starlings represent strength, freedom, unity, and the effect that those in our lives have on our views and what we are doing. 

This is for you, E. With love.

Starlings in a swarm came to me in a dream last night