The Strength of Vulnerability
It takes real guts, nerve and moxy to stand in vulnerability. I teach women to do this every day. To decide their standards and no matter how unlike this culture (that encourages pole dancing on Instagram, even if you’re a dermatologist or a dental assistant) stand in those standards. Stand vulnerable in that which you refuse, because you know who you are and you know you are worth it.
It was the exact same for the warriors. For those who stood. For those who knew the moment on the field would come, with 13 million watching it. We didn’t know the ridiculous projection onto us would continue for it, but we do now. (You can’t even think now-don’t even wonder, wondering gets you canceled so stop having a thought or a curiosity silently in your head, about the shot!!) I can understand not getting into a heated debate while someone is fighting for his life in the ICU, but as Jeff Childers said today, “it would carry a lot more weight if the least moral people in the media weren’t the ones making that argument”. We get it, we have already been through it. We still wait on the wretched sad day coming when it will no longer even be possible to hide the atrocity. The wretched sad day we still hope to be wrong about.
“He fell just like____did” our son said when he saw the moment during the Bills game. I am leaving out the name of the high school player who collapsed in January of 2021 on the field during our kids’ game. God placed my husband, working the scoreboard, and both of our kids within a few feet from him on the field and in one night, the dreadful shot conflict drooped and eventually ended in our family. I wasn’t a nut case anymore for my rebuttals when they complained about feeling left out. “I am sorry you are being unnecessarily rejected and I know this is hard. I simply don’t want to see you collapse on the field during a game and you risk that with the shot, and not from Covid.” That was it, the demonstration had been made for me. It was this very week last year that I began to breathe again, because feeling hated in my home vaporized. I can take it in my community, I know that’s just ridiculous and sad for them. But I couldn’t take feeling it in my own kitchen.
It was the most vulnerable I had ever felt, but I, with many others, stood. And now? The word mistake is popping up. Asking for amnesty didn’t work, so publications are going into a mild, mealy “mistakes were made” (it isn’t even certain people or institutions owning having made a mistake, but a general malaise of a thought process that they were made. Somehow, somewhere. This piece covers that better than I could.
For those who stood, it was impossible to separate the rejection for refusing a medical experiment with the frightening idea of a global order. If you were researching the shot, you were aware of the planning, you were getting cut off by eye rolls about bringing up the “New World Order”, you were watching clips of presidents using those words for decades before 2020. That was a component of the rejection. And now alongside the collapse of a football star, leaky local governments are giving way to decisions that look more like corporate greed than citizen progress. (like the huge building going up on our tree lined block, patches of postage stamp properties) These types of things are finally getting the attention of citizens who might consider sinister global and corporate priorities, and how they are as above the law as mandating an unproven biologic for innocent children. What was unconsciously accepted because enough hip celebrities delivered curated sound bites, is now being investigated. Well friends, it’s true. No one gets out alive and you actually do have to think for yourself. Jeff Childers wrote a banner piece on how a global order was actually in place, while we were all suspicious Covid was only ushering it in.
The vulnerability of this country and its people is almost unimaginable at this moment.
And all I see is STRENGTH. Don’t give up, don’t stop fighting for your great grandkids to have the childhood you had. And I know electronics have changed their childhoods already, but by that I mean, you could go for ice cream without a social credit and vaccine update check in. If you grew up in these United States, you know about freely moving about, period. Many people did not have that UNTIL they got here. Wake up people, warts and all, there is no where else to go if we lose this country. I’m hoping you’re not joining the hypnotized chorus with a “Governor” who giggled her way through her vow to serve the Constitution of Arizona. If you did, I hope you think about what Kari Lake is actually doing. (ICYMI: she’s ensuring your great grandkids go for ice cream without a social credit and vaccine update check in).
Yes, vulnerability breeds uneasiness and is not fun. Being a cozy member of the mainstream club is just easier. But it’s all of us now, and freedom isn’t free.
If you are still in the “mistakes were made” camp, own yours, be specific, and join the vulnerable stand. The corrupt, disintegrating corporate news keeps wanting to call critical thinkers and conservatives the “side” of hate and violence. Nope. Just a bunch of fierce, excellent, vulnerable strength, holding the highest standard of true freedom. Standing still in silence, waiting for the whole lot of us to wake up.
Thank you for saying that-🙏
That moment.. when you go from being hated within your family for not "going along"
To the moment when they realize you have likely saved their lives. Powerful. So difficult. So beautifully written. And remembered.