When the campground opened for cult members to escape into the wilds of the prairie, away from stifling city sensibilities and into a tremendous breeding ground for mosquitos, the vaccine mandates were in full swing. Tyrants insisted on QR codes to enter the country.
The grand opening of the campground was a big deal, as every event in the cult was, heralded in a dangle before our pie-eyed stares, not to be missed. The price tag was always presented as a generous special deal in consideration of all the wonders that would be gained. The less fortunate among us were carried by the able-bodied earners in the cult. Implied as virtuous, we paid for those who couldnt, all of the monies processed by his minions, being careful with his cash and correct to his specifications.
The grand finale of the grand opening was a large group chat in a large campsite ringed by large 5th wheels. The motorhead was flanked by his most powerful wives, the official wife being catered to by lesser wives. The juiciest conversation was about the vax. Like the world beyond the cult, there were two sides. Like the world outside, the loudest side was the medical narrative.
A medical doctor, full of passionate intensity, wailed out the official Big Lie, handed down to her from on high. People are dying! Hospitals are overcrowded! Respirators are needed! Patients are whining for ivermectin but remdesiver is all we have!
The unclean sat quietly at rest during her diatribe, their blood still flowing free of messenger- RNA-induced-transmembrane-fusion-proteins.
Despite the two sides being at odds, a handy distraction from what was actually occurring, we were all unclean in the controllers estimation, willing to lay down our lives for his undercover plans for greater power and wealth. How could he have respect for any of us, gleefully headed for damnation and poverty under the guise of his so-called spiritual guidance that was only a backcountry carnival show?
We were not unclean! We were uninformed in a world of consumption, a world hell bent on fashioning us into automatons through the use of magical machines and mystery motors. Ginsberg pipes up to affirm, We’re not dread bleak dusty imageless locomotives, we’re golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies…
In the cult, I was continually embroiled in my bleak and dusty side, unable to wash myself clean of his false innuendos, engulfed as I was in his psychopathy. It was an endurance test of ongoing mental agitation, dying over and over again to the illusory possibility of purification. I lived inside the deception he conjured out of and it led me into a schizoid addiction to obsessions that I imagined were mine.
Thomas Merton describes it well.
The relation between this false inner self and external reality is entirely coloured and perverted by a heavy and quasi-magical compulsivity. Instead of the freedom and spontaneity of an inner self that is entirely unpreoccupied with itself and goes forth to meet the other lightly and trustfully, without afterthought of self-concern, we have here the ponderous and obsessive delusion of the paranoid who lays claim to “magical” insight into others, and interprets the portentous “signs” he sees in external reality in favour of his own distended fears, lusts and appetites for power. True Christian charity is stifled in such an atmosphere, and contemplation has no place in it. All is heavy, thick, biased, and dark with obsession, even though it lays claim to blinding and supernatural lights. It is a realm of dangerous appetites for command, of false visions and apocalyptic threats, of spiritual sensuality, and of a mysticism charged with undertones of sexual perversion.
The unclean sat restless in camp chairs, insecure in our pure blood. We had been watchful and self-determining inside a movement of mass hysteria, herded and corralled by an industry with no existent correlation to its name and purpose, a cult on a grand scale. Looking back there are others with more wisdom and experience than I, able to discern the deception. For example, a man in Washington DC speaking with Fauci.
People in America are not settled with the information that has been given to us right now, so Im not going to be lining up taking a shot or vaccination for something that wasnt clear in the first place…
Is it not clear now? Isnt the virus a bioweapon and the Covid vaccine a countermeasure that ironically enhances the affects of the bioweapon? Or am I awash in a narrative meant to control how I think and how I act based on how I think. Maybe Im mixing narratives, like mixing levels in the cult with the moto-penis-mind. We believed whatever he said. We never criticized. We saw what happened to those who questioned him. Access denied.
When the vaccine was first made available, my true friend said, This is spiritual warfare. The vaccine is antithetical to our spiritual natures and should be avoided at all costs. He didnt say much more for me to know exactly what he meant, but I heard and felt the gravity of a war being fought on an unseen level, a level of spirit engaged in conflict with a very visible level of materialism. Listen to Trungpa chanting:
Although I live in the slime and muck of a dark age
I still aspire to see your face
Although I stumble in the thick black fog of materialism
I still aspire to see your face
I was transfixed looking at his face, sitting in the woods with the vaxxed and the unclean all together, captured. Some of the new women in the circle had procured their QR passes to enter the country for the sake of proximity to the penisminded guru. Hopefully those passes were faked, which may have other consequences yet to be revealed, but ostensibly women were taking the shot in order to be with him. He would not speak about his position on the matter, nor did he need to. It was known from pieces of his distorted puzzle coming together over time. He would never agree to any injection or implant or internal device of any sort, not in his eternal body. Controlling others must make one suspicious of the tricks and manners of others with control.
He did say, taking the shot to be with me is okay.
One of his higher ups said, Id take a bullet for you.
Another wife said, my positive mental construct about the shot will nullify any dangers.
Dont be too sure of that, he said.
Maybe its a war game playing out in our biology or maybe the overlords are trying to murder us. The data is clear. The data is fraudulent. The data is manipulated. The data is controlled. The data doesnt describe whats happening on the street. I am driving to a hospital to see a brother in confinement there, lying in a simple twist of grace, says he. Along my way to meet him, I see a body on the side of the road, unconscious on the sidewalk. The head is turned upward from the cement. A strange angle. Sightless eyes. Another block away, two bodies lie side by side, entwined in a lovers embrace. They could all be dead, I do not know. Im not pulling over to find out. Now the hospitals are undeniably overcrowded. The collapse has begun. Where will they put all the bodies?
One explanation for the inconceivable destruction of reproducible humans by bullying autocrats is their lack of heartfelt connectivity to the unseen wonders of life, what moves relationship between wood and flower, between groove and water, between man and woman, between woman and child. It is way more obvious to grant that Xi and Klaus were both raised by abusive narcissistic fathers and they are doing what they are able to in order to revisit the treatment they received on the whole of humanity. Maybe like a motorhead with an old country dictator dad.
As an adolescent I once sat my mother down to share with her the experience I was having under her totalitarian rule. Her response? Well, it was good enough for me so its good enough for you. I had my heart set on a new regime of loving kindness, not a reset of the way it had always been.
Envisioning transhumans and the AI tools that define us as we interface with them, has the freedom and spontaneity of an inner self that is entirely unpreoccupied with itself not so gradually being drowned in murky pools of oddball languaging about sexuality and troubling tyrannies of merit. Having an inner self with reasonable perceptions of reality to meet with others trustfully is a luxury few can afford anymore. You need a media platform as one of your assets to tell it like it is and not get canned. Otherwise, watch as an outspoken anchorman disappears. Watch a presidential candidate disappear, or if you are in China, watch your neighbour disappear.
We were told to go forth without self-concern. We believed in something other than trumped up emergencies that squashed our Charter of Rights. We joined a cult of like minded believers to survive the end times ahead. Finally we had our community, our little band of believers! And then finally we realized the motorhead manipulator in charge is but an abbreviated version of the overlords, wearing a different mask covering up dangerous appetites for command, of false visions and apocalyptic threats, of spiritual sensuality, and of a mysticism charged with undertones of sexual perversion.
Ginsberg sings out through time past, You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a sunflower! And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me not! A mantra reminding me that we are like sunflowers in a world of locomotives, motors of materialism bullying their way through field and forest, thoughtless in the destruction that follows in their tracks, while we unwittingly collude with their plans. Giving our reason-for-being over to AI is the final surrender to materialism. Take me, Im yours, and no longer my own.
Our blessed hairy naked accomplishment-bodies are meant to evolve through all the different calamities that man and nature throw at us. Divine intelligence will always overcome manmade intelligence. It is not limited by facts and data or wikipedia. It has no barter with righting wrongs or wronging what is right. It moves with everything, as everything, and is branded by no one and nothing. It is full of possibilities for anyone living, whether trustfully given to humanness or not. Divine intelligence glorifies natures creations in wondrous ways impossible to explain. Natural immunity— and I quote the ministry of truth on this— is just as protective as the vaccination against severe illness and death from covid. Some argue that its more effective.
We are made for these times and for the developments that emerge when we support our natural responses, even in the event of unnatural causes. We hear tell theres something new a comin’. I cannot count the number of times we heard that in the cult. It was always the same old same old coming again and again.
Instead of fearing fate, I trust my body. I trust my own autonomous nature. I may not know the comforts of the herd ever again, and instead may discover what nature is evermore capable of.
So many golden carrots dangled before us. I remember this weekend well, and how I really saw the red flags disguised as carrots on this trip.
The difference in the ' advice' given to Va$$ed and Unva$$ed on this weekend was actually quite astounding!
Man 'o man...what an author and what a post! Spectacular! Like all the others I've read so far. Please look me up when and if you ever return to Alberta. Although I left the community already back in 2003, I think we may know one another. I'm the sister of someone who worked closely for and was/is involved 'up there'...and I definitely ain't meaning 'heaven'!