Memoir Handbook #8 Consumers Worship Culture. Citizens Worship God.
Citizens and Consumers
Consumers fall to Culture Capture. Citizens do not.
Consumers in this country think it’s legal for a grocery store clerk to tell a patron to put a mask on, and even to demand adjustment up over the nose. They literally think that is legal. They’re captured by the culture. They don’t flinch when they see this illegal activity all over their favorite reality TV shows. Their favorite “character” is crying over a breakup. That is the priority, while they unconsciously allow the mask.
Citizens of the country know to cry over the mask.
Citizens know their history to the best of their ability, and continue to question and seek primary sources. Consumers rely on Hollywood approved interpretations. Citizens know about cultural Marxism, they are aware of more risks than virtues in the Frankfurt School (this is an efficient 30 minute video on it) and they are not easily captured. Some were captured once, and won’t be again, like me. Citizens see a larger picture of what is currently happening. Consumers do not.
Right now, as I write this, the 3 letter news corporation (run by 3 letter agencies) responsible for coercion of consumers into getting an experimental shot, is disintegrating by the hour. On another channel, a boyish female evening anchor that touted the shots as effective, has gone on hiatus right when consumers are discovering that they are not effective. (Citizens knew that all along.) Captured consumers were told that citizens avoiding the shot were the problem. They weren’t. That’s going to be a painful awakening for the captured. Color Revolutions pit innocents against each other so you won’t see the real and common enemy. This is the strategy of all sociopaths.
Consumers worship culture. Citizens worship God.
Ever since the spring of 2020, the risk of being kidnapped by the culture was significant on the spirit level. Many who had already established a relationship with the most high bodyguard of the independent mind, Jesus Christ, didn’t even flinch. Yes, there’s a reason a lot of the physicians and independent journalists who shared alternative views also mentioned Jesus. True believers can’t be purchased, and they do not purchase fulfillment. This explains why people of various faiths, those who reject materialism, generous souls, and even Agnostics, find themselves in an informal spiritual revival, perhaps even to their own surprise.
Outdoor maskers on a walk alone think of themselves as virtuous, progressive citizens. They are not. So sophisticated is this war, the mind controlling Big Tech bots validate these masked outdoor walkers’ unconscious intentions every time they open their phone. Outdoor maskers don’t know they are actually consumers pledging allegiance to corporate greed. Big tech and corporate conglomerate consumerism captured them into thinking that they are citizens doing something for their fellow man.
They’re not. They are consumers living out culture capture.
They take pride in the political symbol of the mask. This was proven in Tweets from the newly vaccinated, back when people actually thought that getting the shot would free them from the mask. For instance, “I just got my second dose but I don’t want anyone to think I’m a Republican so I’m still wearing my mask”. (Wow, cultivate inner security much?) The truth is, they’re not doing anything for their fellow man except holding back a revolution and recovery period. They are captured consumers, and the mask is their flag. So potent, it took them all the way to an injection of unknown, unproven ingredients, only to be served up another mask mandate.
I have very strong opinions about Culture Capture leading to inoculation of children without discovery of ingredients. What are my credentials? A missed chance at having a child of my own. I was once captured by the culture, you see. I married late in life. At the time I would’ve proudly told you that was a result of my commitment to the noble cause of feminism, like a vet or a peace corps alum. Now I’ll just say I was a deluded leftist who was captured through emotion. I spent mean semesters in life education on fertility. Procedures. Silent ultrasounds that felt more like funerals, where I could feel the nurse looking at the specialist, paid to deliver bad news about my nonviable eggs. Hormone interventions tucked into a clutch, timer on my watch, at a dinner party with mothers who never took 20+ negative pregnancy tests. Pregnant crack addicts under a streetlight after leaving the clinic. I could go on.
Hard to live through that and excuse a mother’s need to prioritize a Pharma-financed, corrupt news corporation over her maternal instinct. Unless profoundly wounded, a mother has abiding protective instincts, developed from the moment of conception or adoption. I demand on her child’s behalf that she listen to them with regards to this toxic shot. No one can ever say what they would’ve done in an imagined circumstance, but you can come close. And so, considering I faced endless criticism, risked my marriage, and still stood like a roaring lioness between my bonus kids and that unnecessary experimental biologic, I can make a pretty good guess what I would’ve done had I become a birthmom.
“The best things in life are not things” my Dad used to say.
My Dad couldn’t stand what he called “conspicuous consumption”. While I was indeed once captured, I was at an advantage in having been raised by him. He was a citizen. If my Mom bought me a polo golf shirt he’d say “That shirt is so ordinary I could find it at Good Will for three dollars and stitch a horse on it. What a racket.” His poverty PTSD could often immediately identify consumer capture. I’d sit with the feelings and intuition on why the polo logo mattered. It would lead to myriad sensations and awarenesses. Even in my young mind, I sensed the attachment and the belonging that the shirt provided. He was also pointing out the smoke and mirrors of the fashion industry, a central artery of culture capture and presently carrying out unspeakable buried harm to children.
If They’re in Hope, They Won’t Buy Stuff
The TV drama Mad Men tracked the transformation of citizens into consumers. If you study the Frankfurt School you’ll see it all over that show. The basic equation is, if they’re in hope, they won’t buy stuff. If they are led to confusion via the cynical comparison of the priceless to the sold, they’re more likely to remain in fear and prioritize stuff. That turns a citizen into a consumer, one commercial at a time.
I was once at a black tie, and got approached by a modeling agent. I remember this interaction well because it mystified me for a long time, so I would reflect on it, eager to crack the code. The agent had frightened me. After telling me she could represent me, likening me to a famous model at that time, (Harry Connick Jr’s wife) I responded by personalizing it as a compliment. Her chilly response was what I remember: “I’m not trying to flatter you, I’m trying to make a living.” That was when I got frightened. She was so tough, callous, and cold. I kept her card for awhile but never pursued it. I believe that was a possible path into a form of capture from which I may not have returned. The memory of being frightened mystified me until I knew exactly what it was: a glimpse into the dehumanizing life of a person turned product.
The places in me that remained uninjured provided for a milder form of culture capture. In many ways my instincts still protected me. And so by entertainment industry standards, I was still extremely sheltered.
Growing up, I had wanted to be a suburban mom, but I had a cool, smart older sister and Interview magazine started coming in the mail. Madonna was Catholic, so somehow it became acceptable in our house to dress like her in high school, and dream of the stage. (When you start to learn about the nefarious roots of what seem like harmless fashion trends, you find your way back from being captured.) Had I never lived in Italy during art school, I might’ve been that suburban Mom and art teacher, but I sang in the streets while there because the language barrier vaporized my self-consciousness. As a result, classmates complemented my voice. That led to domino effects resulting in an invitation to sing with a band. All the poetry I had written since childhood started turning into songs. I followed my soul and found the most decadent luxury of life: forgetting the self in creative work.
Music provided an intense lifetime paradox. The very thing that led to my capture, ambition and the stage, would also lead me back to wholesome citizenship.
That sacred forgetting of the self, and trust in the mystical and miraculous, would provide my return to treasuring the ordinary. I got a second chance at being a wife, mother and homemaker. I was spared. I made it back in one piece with eyes to see this, and share it with you. All for a reason.
Here’s a couple of important things to remember about Culture Capture.
It’s not complicated. At all. It is very simple. Ever been in a situation where you bowed to someone who patronizingly said “it’s complicated, you would never get it” and you believed them? It wasn’t complicated. It was just a defense, a lack of courage. The situation was actually unhealed, unethical, immoral or corrupt and you were over the target and onto them. They had to dismiss you and breed the insecurity in you that would protect them. This is a standard Culture Capture tactic. It is happening every single day on television where the “approved” or “brand name” or “mainstream” narrative is broadcasted. As in, polo shirt vs. the Good Will find. As in, politics so important and complicated they just can’t be explained. Just keep feeling fear, and do what we say. ‘Keep looking at me here, eyes on me here, so you don’t see the funding source of the NGO that went from zero to 3 mil overnight over there. Don’t ask how. Y’know…..fashion, science, fundraising….aw, you wouldn’t understand, it’s complicated.’ Guess what. It is not complicated. You would understand. It’s simple. Jeffrey Epstein owned a lot of hidden cameras, and “science”. What can get complicated is staying grounded while you discover what was and is really going on. It can’t be done without a relationship with God and a lot of grounding time in nature. Otherwise you won’t maintain faith, and you may not be able to contain emotional outbursts at loved ones who can’t see the truth. (I say this from experience)
Refusal to listen to or understand the urgency and intensity of a person who sees right through the “brand name narrative” is a sure sign of culture capture. However, we have to accept others where they are. We gotta wait it out until they turn off CNN on their own time.
Right now, the FDA is seeking approval of this shot for six month old babies. Citizen research in the last several decades has alerted millions to a dark, evil, black market trade of human life; children in slavery, being trafficked. There is actually a market for the remains of aborted babies. An underworld of unspeakable darkness exists. Now, a petition for approval of an ineffective shot that isn’t necessary for children who have an almost 100% chance of survival of this illness. That means that here at sea level, the upside down, evil black market world is sprouting, in broad daylight, with the approval of nodding, captured parent consumers. Consumer capture has become deadly.
Stand guard your mind and your children. This is a war. They invested in ammo. They had an arsenal of hypnotizing psyops to prepare you. Group trauma events like JFK’s assassination, 9/11, decades of fashion, film, TV and news, framed as innocent and inspiring unity, all captured consumers. Just because the ammo was discharged in a news app, just because the injected shots don’t ring out, doesn’t mean there aren’t casualties. Your mind, and who and what informs you, is now a matter of life and death.
While writing this, my husband sent me a picture of hope here in California, where so many are captured. It feels correct to share it. There is hope.
Thank you for your writing and your courage. I’m happy to have found you! It’s rare to see another artist who isn’t captured, especially speaking out. My husband and I essentially walked away from our careers as opera singers back in 2020, I was led to Jesus Christ (he was already a believer),and we found our way home to raise our daughter in family and faith and not fear. Now we have two children, my husband is taking on his role as primary provider and I’m gratefully embracing motherhood and homemaking and things my formerly feminist self would cringe at. Thank the Lord our eyes are opened, and we are free! God is so good!
I love the way you write. Thank you for sharing your insights. I agree with you wholeheartedly.