A TIME IN THE GREAT DYING - PART I
Today on the 59th Anniversary of John Fitzgerald Kennedy’s assassination I reflect. Reflect on the significance of this day from a far wider perspective than I was given all those years ago. Although my first words as I watched the assassination on live TV in horror were - “they got him” - I could not have really known what I was saying. But I was so fortunate to have some strong adults around who did know. They supported my young questioning with conversations, books, and days following sharing grief over this watershed event.
It was evidence of a rottenness, an evil of weakness and fear, which had gripped the world. It seemed ancient from beyond time. I could list here all the assassinations, wars and more to come provided by these desperate humans - driven by their own fear and weakness but the list won’t fit here. The reader is encouraged to comment on these below.
But today on November 22, 2022 I want to stick with the inevitable result we experience when fear and evil drive the lumbering beast of history. I believe now in light of events that these are contagious. They are the real disease - in ourselves and in the world. But first a bit of my own story.
I remember in March 2020 - nearly three years ago now - how the world changed. My grown daughter and I sat in the backyard with my twin five year old grandsons who peppered our conversations with their wild antics. But this conversation was dire. My daughter is a fine and sensitive psychologist. We spoke on that afternoon of the new Covid 19 virus then loosed in the world.
Our conversation was of our observations. Both of us knew it was about control and not about a virus. Our antenna were raised to high alert. They remained on high alert and have stayed there. We feared for the world and for the children. She would persevere as a mother and I would choose to persevere as a grandmother and writer - and as a “seamstress for the band.”
But on that day we spoke about the great dying which would come. We dealt with our own commitments to help convince others of the dangers we saw, on how the world would withstand such a dire event, on how it would feel to withstand such loss.
These were difficult times. My husband and I had fortunately escaped from our Nashville rental by buying an old house in September of 2019. We had no way of understanding then that it would serve as our family’s fortress - as a place to manage to continue a somewhat normal life during an apocalypse. But during these years we would be tested beyond our imaginings.
Within months of taking on a mortgage, moving and beginning new construction and remodeling my husband got cancer. We went through just about all you would expect, suffered all the slings and arrows of modern medicine, questioned their reason, suffered their insults and kept our own counsel. As I knew he would - he survived with flying colors. Today, tempered by life, we forge ahead.
We changed the landscape around the house. We tightened up the leaky old structure as much as possible. Gradually we added insulation, tore out and replaced doors and windows, and most importantly refashioned the old place into a recording studio. Although this is yet another side show it is important so I briefly diverge.
During all of this our family was witness to a great happening. One of the family musicians began writing new songs. These songs would prove to sustain us all through dark times. There were new songs, covers, and regular sessions as the musicians worked their way through the material all around us. An avalanche of new songs. We began to worry it was too many while enjoying the fact of them.
In cold weather the musicians worked in the living room by the fire, in good weather outdoors. They worked as we all did in a time of great darkness. They worked as our twin grandsons careened about the house, ricocheted off the walls and furniture, demanded video games, sang along. Everybody got sick and then got well. Life went on.
As I worked at my desk I listened to songs growing as a guitarist became a pianist and then a mandolinist. Music was never far away and would accompany this great sea change going forward. We worked on emphasizing joy as we lived through the pain. My husband and I spoke of firm and steady hands, of a concept of grounding. We dug in and focused on this grounding. Nose to the old grindstone. It served as a foundation.
And perhaps most important we grew to understand how the world was changing. Once my daughter and I understood the determination of the self-appointed elite to take over the planet and to use the Covid 19 engineered crisis as their springboard everything changed. The mother lion was awakened in each of us. I dreamed of a pack of mother cougars. I felt closer to our rapidly aging female malamute who served as a spirit guide and sang along as only malamutes can as the music unfolded.
But my daughter and I had several epic adversaries. The men in our lives were not as easily convinced of what was happening. As I wrestled with writing about what was happening I spoke firmly and gently about all this at home. I was met with resistance. Every point I tried to make was met with skepticism. I was forced to form better arguments, come up with better information. My daughter and I kept our silent vigils, protected who we could, and worked on.
Two of my grown children went their own ways - proving to be as stubborn and individual as the rest of us. They would wear face masks and get tested and vaccinated, accept the mainstream narratives. I tried but failed to warn them. One son saw to it that our grandchildren were vaccinated. Our youngest daughter got the vaccine. I grieved as I wondered if they would survive and be able to have children. I had been at the births of these grandchildren.
Here I have purposefully given short shrift to my own story and that of our family. There is time for that. The story we inhabit today - especially on this day - is that of the Great Dying. Furthermore it is a great dying that is not acknowledged by the world. It has taken place in silence - subsumed under the weight of jackbooted propaganda.
According to the mainstream narratives the virus was not a weaponized product of the International Deep State but an accident. This “accident” sprang from a “wet” market in China. But real science knew. Real journalism knew. Understanding of the many bioweapons laboratories across the planet from within the USA to China and throughout the Ukraine came to light. Evidence of weaponizing came from the genetics of the virus itself.
My daughter and I - and gradually the men in our lives - came to realize the magnitude of this chilling genocidal plot. It encompassed medicine, economics, the creative arts, education, and corporations, governments and institutions. It was a complete top down takeover. At one point some wag online joked of Anne Frank and of “hiding musicians beneath the floorboards”. Not at all a joke.
Now we must live within this great dying taking place all around us. We make plodding steps going forward as if in a dream. My daughter works with traumatized families and comes home to keep her own family safe through the epidemic of repeated viruses assaulting us now in November of 2022.
Evidence mounts that the combined effects of the weaponized virus and mRNA vaccines were to enhance the original effects from the virus. To turn the vaccinated into virus factories which threatened their own live and those of others. We were living amidst the time of great dying.
Would anyone survive? Would there be any evolution going forward or would the planet once again be faced with a severe genetic bottleneck going forward? We don’t have all those answers yet. We are still processing our grief. Inhabit it well. All that comes from this will be necessary to those who live on.
“Musicians under the floorboards”? Yes - and a few others.
Postscripts: Warning - this video comes with a warning - not for children! But make haste it is unlikely to remain available for long.
https://rumble.com/v1wac7i-world-premier-died-suddenly.html
https://open.substack.com/pub/simulationcommander/p/video-day-world-premiere-of-died?r=boqs0&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
https://open.substack.com/pub/johnbotica/p/please-listen-to-dr-mike-yeadon?r=boqs0&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
NEW INFORMATION ADDED:
https://open.substack.com/pub/celiafarber/p/bluetruth-documentary-are-the-vaccinated?r=boqs0&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
To TARA - November 2008 to November 2022
I am not convinced mRNA is in the shots. No one has found it using Dark Field microscopy. Graphene Oxide has been found. There is a reason vial contents may not be seen. Biologicially my understanding is GO poisoning is so rare MD's do not understand what they see and accept it is mRNA because after all, we are told it is mRNA and Spike. Just like we were told Covid-19 existed despite no one isolating CV-19. So we have a classic military intel operation of multiple layers of lies to steer eyes away from the truth. https://www.fluoridefreepeel.ca/68-health-science-institutions-globally-all-failed-to-cite-even-1-record-of-sars-cov-2-purification-by-anyone-anywhere-ever/
Beautifully put, sister. Two by two, cougars have been coming together all across the world in defense of our own. I have my sister, and we are holding down the fort for the rest of the family, including the minority who are still in allegiance to the covid cult. We have also found that the men in our circle, by and large, have needed more time to come to the realizations that were so evident to us in March of 2020. The old "feminine intuition" phenomenon is not a myth!