Mandate Amnesia

May we unite, no longer lunging at each other, but at the architects of harm

One night before sleep in the spring of 2021, I asked God for information. I was asking for a dream, a demonstration, validation of my gut feeling. I was constantly distraught that I couldn’t talk to my Dad. A rerun of grief that had dissipated was rising up all over again. Alone, in prayer, I’d find myself whispering “Dad, what do you think?” If you want to know a little more about my Dad and why I’d care so much about his professional medical opinion, you can read this essay. I felt I knew what he would say from personal experience of what he stood for in his career, but I wanted Divine led confirmation. That morning after I asked, clear as a bell, I heard my father’s unmistakable voice in the tiny corridor between dreams and present time. “You‘ve been had.” Clear as a bell. “Dad, what do you think?” “You’ve been had.”

The nucleus of the personal turmoil I experienced in 2021 was that I love my husband deeply and as a stepmom, it is through him that I have two bonus soul-children. I have poured into them since day one but ultimately have very little say in their medical intervention or health. If my husband had read THIS mainstream article at that time, there would not have been any issue. I knew, deep down, we would eventually see it, but in the spring of 2021 I couldn’t prove it. As a result it was just pure tension in our home.

I stood in front of our kids with the conviction of a bodyguard, the mother force of a roaring lion and the air of a psycho ex-girlfriend keeping tabs. I went through feeling hated day after day, in my own home. I could do nothing but lose my marbles over email to local politicians and on Zoom School Board meetings, pray and consult God. I lived one morning and then an afternoon and then an evening at a time. I will not ever, ever, regret any of it. And I will not ever entertain a season of diluting my faith in God again. My trust in God was all I had at that time.

While everyone has the right to slip into the collective California mandate amnesia, as though a Catholic baby conceived before marriage was just born, weighing 10 pounds after 6 months time, allow me to remind you. Some people went through HELL.

When you’re dealing with sociopaths, it helps to write things down, because they try to tell you it didn’t happen. Here goes.

1. Children were rejected and illegally discriminated against, and it was painful for them. Like jab reactions and death, even one child suffering should be enough. Culver City Schools boasted on CNN their deadline to enroll in a medical experiment or do online school again. Now they breezily go on record with “no one was turned away for being unvaccinated.” Right. More like a few families did not comply, after withstanding intense rejection and discrimination. Their dismissal does not erase my kid’s grief the Christmas break that he was left out of every single social event. Made to stand on the lawn of some homes while others were permitted indoors-because CCUSD had mandated a jab that a State Surgeon General just recommended against for that age group. (reminder: Florida’s shots are the same as California’s and corporate media is now smearing the character of Ladapo for his finding of an 84% chance of DYING from cardiac arrest, using a well-established scientific method for establishing vaccine causality.)

   CCUSD wants to intervene in almost everything that is the sole domain of the family. But now they now claim their school did not influence the community, or social and familial experiences of their students. Denying their illegal and unethical discrimination worsens now that it was proven unnecessary.

2. My husband did not flinch when we were turned away from a restaurant for not producing proof of vaccination papers, but I knew his still waters were churning beneath the surface. I understood. My favorite teacher in college was author and Rabbi Morris Margolies of Kansas City, MO. He taught me about the hidden harms of socially acceptable discrimination. Like how the vow for Civil War soldiers becoming chaplains mentioned Christ, so even though the law was inclusive of Jews, they would never take that vow. From memory Rabbi Margolies told me specifics on how the Holocaust started slowly, over time. I attended his office hours and remained his pen pal for a decade after graduation. Whenever I can, I choose to learn history through people who were closer to it. My husband is a Jewish man. While many in Los Angeles who share his ancestry made this a big scary viral and biological nightmare of an exception, my husband did not. He was denied entry and discriminated against, meaning the same action from a very dark period in history was repeated. In the free country that liberated that same action’s wretched end. That was wrong.

Historical knowledge is not to be filtered and justified through emotion and propaganda, it is to be applied, with critical thought and accuracy, to present time. That is how you avoid repeating history.

It is the landscape, not the lens.

All those who now say ‘let’s stop talking about it, who cares, its over’ simply do not get that it would be a way bigger, uglier situation without the people who stood. It is just that simple.

Just like you don’t eat because think tanks in coastal cities set racial and gender ideology standards, you eat because farmers in the middle of the country work hard, you don’t live free because everyone goes along with illegal, unethical, dehumanizing consumer control. You live free because of citizens who refuse to accept that kind of garbage.

Already having learned what others will someday claim “we just didn’t know” makes it almost IMPOSSIBLE to keep composure.

We were all easy to judge, I get it. We were losing our minds while those who are now ‘over it’ were counting down the days to “get back” to a vaxx-only concert. We were listening to Eric Clapton at home and praying he was ok. None of us need your apologies or thanks, we just need you to get it and lend a hand. Let’s all get on with restoration; united, targeting the architects, not each other. Stop arguing for your Googled limitations.

I’m watching the terrifying series “The Patient” on Hulu and though it’s a stretch, I relate to the agony. Steve Carell’s character calmly listens to a man hell bent on pure darkness and destruction of human life and counsels him as asked, maintaining his role. It is not unlike the path of someone poring over research on this jab. We’d look up from a frightening study that was clutching our gut, to take a call and casually hear about another booster. It is an agonizing occupation of one’s role, to nod and accept.

Here’s my idea of moving on.

If you got this jab and you wish you didn’t, just keep moving. There are a LOT of detox protocols out there. I am not here to peddle supplements or create even more fear. Read people that got censored. Listen to Peter McCullough and Dr. Northrup and Joe Mercola, Simon Goddek, Meryl Nass, Ed Dowd. Check out the work of Thomas Renz. No one person is God, folks, take what you like and leave the rest and seek the protocols that resonate for you. Eat a tablespoon of fennel seeds after a meal regularly. They’re cheap, great for digestion, and they devour the spike protein. God is larger than any man made synthetic medical intervention. Inventory why you got it and get right with God. Pray for ways to reduce enmeshment with an insurance based medical complex that wants you to believe it saves you. Corporate complexes don’t save. I’d listen to Zach Williams on that one instead.

As you search and find, make sure you know EXACTLY who is funding the source of your information. Listen closely to people who do research and do not get paid by ANY entity on which they report. Realize that slick, “cool” qualities in presentation don’t always exist in citizens who have been gathering data that reflects unspeakable human suffering. Get over your need for it to look like the cable network that has been lying to you. Get over your squirminess on citizen journalists asking for donations. Self funded researchers are of service for all, and they also need to eat. Meanwhile, discern, trust your gut, and use basic common sense. Welcome back to the paradox and the mental agility it takes to not outsource conclusions about your one, precious, gift of a life.

As soon as we can ALL face that we “have been had”, together, and restore this incredible republic one town at a time, we will be at THEIR throats, and NOT each others’.

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A word on being a Substack writer, teacher and songwriter.

I don’t only write songs because I want to, I mostly write songs because I wake up hearing a full band in my head like there’s a music festival going on down the block. When I woke up many years ago with Nashville Doesn’t Sleep Here playing in my head, I searched my CD tower for where I had heard it already. When I realized it wasn’t there, I picked up my guitar. Same goes for Substack. I just hear prompts, and write ‘em. Invisible, miraculous information made matter. “You’ve been had” becomes an essay. I write my experience in case you share it, remembering one person may just be on the verge of seeing clearly and thinking critically.

In case that person on the verge is you, start with this. The ONLY way to watch this video and hear it’s inserted laugh track, is after having really, truly digested this information:

The Federal Centers for Disease Control, with a budget larger than some countries’ annual gross domestic product, has never studied the outcomes of this shot. Neither has the FDA, or the NIH. Fauci knows this.

The Late Show @colbertlateshow

Dr. Fauci was eligible for his COVID booster shot so Stephen took him next door to the pharmacy to get vaccinated — and they had quite the journey. #Colbert