Rejection is Protection
Half the public has been programmed to equate refusing an unproven and ineffective medical experiment (that has killed children) with killing children.
They are PROGRAMMED to react in emotion, which blocks critical thought. Facing this would mean rejection.
Nodding in agreement that a young person’s sudden death is normal…nodding in agreement about strokes in children just happening….nodding that indeed the cancer was bound to appear or return….nodding and defending the discomfort, pain, abnormal periods or confusing symptoms started long before the shot….nothing to do with an unproven shot. Nothing to see here.
All of that is a measure of innocent souls prioritizing BELONGING through snap judgements. It is not rooted in research, awareness. Not rooted in measured emotions and endurance for healthy tension. Not rooted in knowledge or wisdom. That is why it is so hard to penetrate with facts. People SEEK sociopaths on TV laughing off the truth because it provides a snap judgement that reinforces emotional relief and validation. They are reminded that they will not have to seek, or do homework, and yet will continue to belong. I also tenderly and deeply understand that many now need this process more than ever, as they trusted fear campaigns that did not tell the truth, and allowed for a medical intervention in their own body.
In case you need to refresh your memory on how unethical and false that campaign proved to be:
I know what I am talking about because I am describing what I myself once did.
I remember when I still thought Hillary Clinton was a good person.
Her familiar Chicago accent was indicative of the hearty common sense and virtue we were all missing out on. Trump, whose books had helped me to establish my publishing company and set boundaries in business, was suddenly a terrible monster. A close friend and I sobbed on election night. Why? Because the news told us to!!! I mean this guy who wanted to prevent WW3 was bombastic, narcissistic, and said the P word in a lockerroom!!
I wanted to go back to not thinking. Why did this have to happen? Ugh, just put the candidate that got onstage with the huge pop star into office, so we can all go back to sleep. At that time, my research into local politics and Constitutional principles were because I felt motivated to protect us all from Trump, and his tweets and locker room talk.
(I find that amusing now that I know good ‘ol Hil doesn’t spell democracy
F-R-E-E
R-E-P-U-B-L-I-C)
Those who have read this essay on my Dad will appreciate that when I asked him about his 2016 vote he said “I held my nose and voted for Hillary”. That helped pry my hands off the CNN fueled beLIEf that she was untouchably perfect.
My commitment to spiritual growth helped. I didn’t want to hate someone in office. I admired my friend whose vote for Trump reflected a robust, detached acceptance that politicians can be stupid and lower taxes are good. I worked on fortifying my practice of acceptance without approval. I maintained the difficult discipline of watching a few minutes of unappealing news stations that weren’t my first choice, without getting upset or judging anyone. Little did I know these were all seeds planted for what would bloom in 2020: the capacity to expose myself to information that seemed unappealing and unlike what I had long believed. The capacity to keep on digging for more, as long as it was not subsidized by corporate conglomerates, think tanks and NGOs. Today, here on this very website, are endless sources from citizen journalists who do homework for us, proving I was not alone. This practice, fueled by prayer, has amounted to knowing for certain my kids are still in the same risk category for myocarditis that they were in back in 2019. So you better believe it was all worth it. Every day I give less and less of a frog’s flying a-double-s what anyone thinks of me.
Yesterday after a conversation about how kids aren’t taught to read or write cursive anymore, I got the reminder that 40+ years of writing with a pen almost every day has protected me from being brainwashed (and inoculated). I had also, prior to 2020, faced more rejection than most, for decades of songwriting as an unsigned unknown. I got used to it. It takes guts to stare at your shoe while someone goes from seeing you as a potential asset to a chilly 10am obligation while your song plays in an office larger and nicer than your lonely apartment, where you pour your heart and soul into songs day after day.
I’m so grateful to God for all the experiences I had the guts to endure, making me immune to campaigns and groupthink.
As a result, I can identify an accurate headline.
Rejection is protection.
Thank you, God and please help us all wake up, by prioritizing Facts and Action over Feelings and Fear.
This week I reached 1,000 subscribers. (Actually 1,016. And to 1,020 while I was writing this) I still can’t believe this myself.
Thank you to all those who come forward to subscribe. A special thank you to those who write me and acknowledge that they share my experience. I would’ve written it all anyway, to paper shred the mental riff raff, and fearlessly write down the soul call, as I have for years. But then you answered it. That has surprised me and helped me. ♥️
This is wonderful🙏💕
I too have stood in your shoes watching the political arena, ignorantly unaware of the true nature of one female who I had hoped would sit in the oval office. I did not vote for her though when the time came. I grew up believing I was a Liberal, when ironically, I came to realize during the lockdowns and the unfairness of it all, that I was a conservative in most of my beliefs. I had to learn to separate and quiet my female voice of misogynistic opinion, and place my heart in the hands of what I thought would be best for our Country and who would lead the patriots back to the proud land and home of the free and brave.
I am a woman, a Navy veteran, a mother, a nurse and I am human. And I will fight to my last breath to keep it as such.
Thank you for sharing your voice, your most inner emotions and experiences. For with your words you help those feel not alone, and offer a place of comfort and solace. Thank goodness for the "pen" and the free will to write as you wish.