Low Thrum of Grief
We are the “bad guys”. We who have chosen not to interrupt our highly functioning God given immunity with an experiment. We who exerted our right to informed consent, and did not, could not, just no.
We who resist are the “bad guys”. Not the Big Pharma CEO who calls disinformation “deadly” when it is deadly only to his pocketbook. He prefers humans perish while his accounts thrive, and yet we are called “bad”. We who have endured rightful suspicion all along. We who are praying, pleading, giving up, letting go, resisting-are the “bad” ones. That’s according to the CEO who flies private planes to luxurious symposiums on climate change, while vaccine injured innocents lose their jobs and homes. (Sadly, many innocents who trust in ‘officialdom’ still listen to him.)
Empathic agility
We oddballs have suffered exclusion and rejection for attempting protection of human beings. For valuing human life. Onward and upward for us requires intense empathic agility. We continue to seek and share unity. We know there are no living martyrs and are therefore at peace with our paths. Not one of us is looking back wishing we had gotten the shot. We don’t even miss many of the folks that dumped us, refused us at their weddings or holiday tables. We know they were just bowing to the highest paid government employee, a sociopath. (Actually, I think at this point Fauci fits the description of a psychopath.)
None of this was for worldly gain. It’s a purifying form of spiritual activism. It’s living for your death. Clean soul. Can’t be purchased. Soul purpose doesn’t need an outcome. We’re good. Besides, more will get it and wake up. None of us will make the call to someone that rejected us, but we will take a call from them, without an ‘I told you so’. Just love and remedy.
Because now, all these dots that we “oddballs” worked so hard to connect, are being connected for us on a daily basis by those in the public eye. We can no longer be seen as the isolated few going down a rabbit hole. Though censorship is still rampant, what was hiding in plain sight floods forth as if through a fire hose, by elected officials all over the world and not “conspiracy theorists” . An old clip of Fauci saying nothing is better than natural immunity from the illness is likely unbearable for anyone who didn’t think they had that choice last year. The media is silent as our compromised President and his dangerous son are exposed for shot, and war, and Covid-lockdown related corruption. Corruption that they tried to pin on another guy. A public so brainwashed I don’t even write the other guy’s name because I know how many are still hypnotically triggered by it and I want them to read this whole thing.
A Low Thrum of Grief
What’s left now? There’s a hush over us “bad guys”. We all did our best, and know that every day, more wake up without us shaking them. (Eventually only 10-20% will remain fooled.)
A low thrum of grief is left. Whispering unknowns.
Sentient Antennaes
Many “bad guys” and oddballs have been unconsciously sporting an antennae for the pain that others won’t allow through their gut, heart and eyes. The pain of an idea so devastating, you can barely consider it:
Deliberate experimental harm through brainwashing the public. Even kids.
That unvaccinated relative at the bat mitzvah or the birthday isn’t just unvaccinated. They’re wearing an antennae, managing a low thrum of grief on behalf of the innocent father who may not walk that little girl down the aisle because he trusted an evil empire. We feel on behalf of all those who can’t, because they have been injected with an unproven drug and perhaps along with it, a sense of survival and loyal fear. Our prayers, our tears, they’re for ourselves, but also for anyone who refuses them. We are sanding down the edges for all.
It’s hard to hear from cardiologist Peter McCullough and host teenagers in my home without cocking my head to the side and wondering if my son will meet any of them at a pub in another city someday, decades from now. I count on Naomi Wolf’s research. Count on it because if some got 100mcg and some got 30 mcg than many must’ve gotten a placebo. I pray that be true. I also pray we who resisted and declined and refused are all wrong. I’m sure I speak for many. Who wants to be right about crimes against humanity? We hope at moments that we are wrong, and remember we have no grounds to trust in that.
The Cost
In a rational world, everything comes at a cost, and so I’ll warn about the low thrum of grief, as I have been warned. I offer a tool for those reluctantly achieving a black belt in empathic agility. Dr. Northrup wrote an affirmation for me when I went to her about my intuitive experiences. I felt a piercing blade through my heart to hear of a loved one receiving the booster. My vaso-vagel response occured when I listened to a former co-worker say that she fainted in her vehicle after her first shot, and still went back for the second. A gut-punch sensation came over me upon running into an acquaintance, once young and vibrant, now suffering facial lesions, hair, weight and tooth loss. My town boasts an almost 100% inoculation rate, and I walk outdoors. I effortlessly track body and being when I bump into people. Not appearance, but pace, breath, aura. I’m instinctive, I’m a born teacher and healer. Once a yoga teacher, always a yoga teacher. I gather a lot, in an instant. Dr. Northrup didn’t just hear me out when I shared this. She clutched the opportunity like a scrubbed-in surgeon instructing a resident and warned me: release the actions of others. Don’t take it on.
The stakes are higher now. I used to codependently take on the hangover consequences of my ex-boyfriend or bandmate. Unconsciously process the klunky day of a yoga client, and leave in a bad mood. But now? This is a bigger deal. This is crucial self care. It’s a quantum-level of handing back that which is not yours.
The affirmation.
Take if you wish.
Body, I love you, and you no longer have my permission to process someone else’s decisions, pain or problems. I understand there is a level in which we are all one, but I will no longer be available to have my body be the lightning rod for consequences to other physical bodies. I am not a shock absorber or an air purifier for the pollution of other people’s choices.
Therefore, I don’t think we oddballs can keep up being the one with the antennae. I’m taking mine to Good Will. I accept I’m going to feel unrecognizable to some, because being attuned to others needing me as an air purifier has been a lifelong thing. They are going to hear my real thoughts and feelings, not what suits the moment, occasion, or them. That, or nothing at all. What a relief.
We have more to do than feel for others. We have to look toward building the foundation of stabilizing policy and nurturing the freedom to live and let live in our communities. We have to fight communism, marxism, and the medical cartel.
It’s a low thrum of grief. Those of us that heeded a warning about nefarious vaccinations long before they even came available on the market are simply a little ahead. It’s the human race-ain’t no medal for first or a finish line. We aren’t ahead as in superior, we are ahead as in, spruce up the place in time for the rest to arrive. But the low thrum? Just feel your own grief. That’s it. Every man for himself.
Amy, you are an artist of and with words.
The prose you so eloquently put forth is what so many feel and wish they could express in such a way. Thank you. I can hear Christianne’s voice reciting the affirmation that is so very true, apt and timely. We must not lose ourselves by taking on the grievances of others. I have had to, out of necessity and self preservation, love some with a long handled spoon; that is, from a distance. I feel the low thrumming of grief when I catch glimpses of elderly, struggling to breathe underneath their muzzles. They wear them because someone (many someones) scared them first, and then promised it would keep them safe. Same as the shots. Fear campaign in place. Enter a remedy for the fear [they] created. Salvation in a syringe. At what point do physicians wake up? Do they ever? Most didn’t bat an eye when these shots were rushed. It takes about a decade (sometimes a decade and a half) to develop a vaccine. Didn’t that tip them off? Safety trials take another 2-3 years following the development. Is that not a clue either? How about changing the very definition of vaccine? Still asleep? A vaccine, by definition must fit 3 criteria: It must contain a dead or live pathogen. It must prevent transmission. It must prevent illness. These shots fill none of these criteria. PCR tests were never intended to diagnose illness, yet they are being used solely to determine covid cases. It was discovered that they were being run at such high cycle thresholds that anything would render a false positive; any tiny remnant of the common cold, any mucus from allergies, any *anything*. Self testing showed wild inaccuracies when it was discovered that koolaid, shaving lotion, eye drops and coconut water were all covid positive. What a frocking disaster. What a waste of billions of dollars that could be utilized to truly help people. I often wonder how many woke up when they realized that locking down everything didn’t work except to plunge people into financial ruin and despair. There were many, many more suicides than actual deaths from a flu rebranded. Covid didn’t kill anyone. The treatment protocols did. Ventilators. They are closed systems unlike bipap and cpap. Many providers do not know how to use them correctly. Remdesivir. It wasn’t approved for whatever this illness is. It causes organ failure at very high rates. Patients having no contact with loved ones. Stress, isolation and grief compromised the health of so many. This is still ongoing.
This is what kills.
Do physicians not believe the whistleblowers? The nurses and doctors who risked their careers to tell the truth? Do they not see adverse events after the shots? How can they not? Anyone can look at VAERS. Anyone can see the backtracking of the CDC and their numbers game. Embalmers have shared their experiences concerning the deceased and what the blood of the jabbed looks like. I agree that Fauci is psychopath. He passed sociopath a long time ago, after the genocide of victims who received the hepatitis vaccine in the hope of preventing AIDS.
I am so bloody angry! Do people not realize that ‘lockdown’ is a term used for prisoners? Do people *really* not know that there is NO such thing as asymptomatic? When did we stop assuming responsibility for our own health and realize that we are not responsible for the health of other people? We have been called selfish for refusing to act sick when we are healthy. We have been regarded as unclean and unholy for choosing not to be experimented on. We haven’t asked anyone for anything except the truth.
My antennae are always up and out.
I search the eyes and aura of those I encounter, praying to see a spark of life.
Looking for hope and joy. I pass out smiles and rarely get them back. I feel that people are angry and panicked. And still scared.
I have to measure my exposure to this toxicity because it hurts me to be so close to it. I thank God for the gift of discernment, for my curious nature that nudges me to look deeper when I know something is amiss, for the ability to realize my own strength, especially in the face of adversity, and for people like You. Thank you again for being a resounding voice for so many.
As I edge into my Covid experience on day 10, I feel the message within your words as an unvaccinated first timer. I lost the job, lost some family and friends and lost a spiritual teacher while knowing in my gut that I had a better chance of preserving my life by refusing the jab. I hear from folks in the States and a smaller circle here that people are dying. No one is linking it to the jabs amongst families and friends. I don’t think they can go there because they know they are likely looking down the barrel of the same “gun”.