I’m not going to spend much time explaining why I feel I have little to report or analyze regarding data points on the collective timeline.
What I will share is that when a family member dies (in the definition of a very real physical term) the material world seems even less important as the current drama-rama unfolds. The spiritual coordinates coalesce into a focused whole, even when dealing with such banalities as death certificates, or a medical examiner’s opinions. What I will share is that my brother passed in what I feel is an unusual set of circumstances, and yet—in not so unusual circumstances. Hospitals are still a business.
This has left me wondering if I’m wired to suspect hospital administrations and the insurance rackets that subsidize the racket, or if I am simply possessed of a BS meter that is highly sensitized to the hubris wrought by the established medical order.
Obviously many of us have had various epiphanies over the last four years regarding the lies and propaganda that now seems much too obvious to question or to deny as a reality. The medical hierarchy and the money masters comprise a predatory matrix that has no equal.
I will also share a few medical facts: My half-brother (who was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic when he was 21 years of age) did not get the jab. He was a human chimney as far as his cigarette habit goes. He was recently diagnosed with COPD and also stage four cancer. However, there was no mention of his expected expiration date in the very near future. In the meantime, he died this past Monday.
The accumulated fluids in the pleural cavity exerted pressure on his lung, and hence the “non-invasive” procedure called Thoracentesis was employed—first at one hospital a month ago, and then again at a second hospital on June 1st. He was returned to his residence (an assisted care facility) and died 5 hours afterwards.
The mind looks at the facts and cannot add up the data points in any logical fashion other than:
1) He(the patient) was alive before going to the hospital.
2) He (the patient) returned home after 3 days and died.
The math suggests that hospitals often become involved with a human being’s early expiration date. I can cite other examples within my own family’s history.
The wisdom always seems to present itself:
Avoid hospitals if possible; and: Hospitals are where one goes to die.
Terms like “non-invasive” spur my spidey sense as I try to negotiate the manner in which doctors try to alleviate concerns and assuage any anxieties that a human being might logically experience. When a tool is being inserted into the physical body it’s not abnormal to feel some anxiety or concern—especially as the skin is penetrated and we are told fluids will be sucked out of a pleural cavity. It sounds medieval no matter how they try to minimize the attributes of invasion and pain(even if anesthesia is involved.)
Thoracentesis
“Thoracentesis is a procedure that a provider uses to drain extra fluid from around the lungs (pleural space) with a needle. It’s used to test the fluid for infection or other illnesses and to relieve chest pressure that makes it tough to breathe. Thoracentesis is a short, low-risk procedure done while you’re awake.”
Done “while you’re awake” doesn’t do much to alleviate any anxiety for me. To my ears, it’s as if doctors are trained to think of human bodies as if they’re repairing a car engine. The procedure is nothing more than draining out the old oil and ridding the body of nasty stuff it doesn’t need. Never mind the fact that the body created the fluids for some reason.
THE COLLAPSE
Which brings me to the next phase of this article’s intended reckoning:
Everything feels upside down and like the world has gone mad. Of course it has.
This is what happens during any endgame cycle—especially when the royal ruling bloodlines cling to their identities and accumulated wealth.
The BANK has died on the operating table. None of the procedures they’ve tried will resurrect the failed BIS program. World domination has its cost and the serfs don’t want to get stuck with the bill, again.
‘The bill’ is code for ‘usury.’
The slaves are in revolt and the slave owners will have to pay a price, or perhaps, face extermination. This is why I haven’t been writing much the last week or two…it was time to slow down, and to reassess where we Be at present. We are now at the stage where we must create and organize practical survival systems as the infrastructure continues to fail.
One reliable intel source said (several months ago) that if we haven’t already moved out of the city, it’s time to get packing. Not an easy thing to do for many, I realize. But I get the feeling he is right— and now is the time to get moving. Not to sound alarmist—we can still align with like minded neighbors and form watchdog committees. Store owners are complaining that theft is on the rise. Youthful bad behavior seems the norm as far as the local news reports go. Mayors are helpless, police departments are understaffed, and many younger people in crowded urban areas seem bereft of a spiritual compass.
This is how it looks when empires die. The Matrix is collapsing all around us.
Now What?…
I’m taking some time off in order to reflect on what seems the most useful intel, and how to apply the knowledge in the best way possible. I’m considering relocating and assessing where the support group lives that will align with my creative intentions.
I’ll continue to write, and continue to create and continue to communicate. I’ll strive to confront the ignorance when I’m facing the obstructions imposed by unenlightened sources.
Perhaps Obi-Wan Kenobi always was the appropriate role model that applied to the current phase in the global fight for truth, freedom, and real justice. Perhaps George Lucas was present to the likelihood that the empire would go through a riotous rebellion stage. Forty years later and we have arrived at the chapter to end the book. Babylon has finally come to the end of its reign. Wall Street will try to reinvent itself as the elites strive to con the people one final time. Following the money still reveals the motive…
LIFE IS TOO SHORT NOT TO LIVE IT WELL…
I shall return and hope to discover inspiring ways to create unity and trust as we exit the empire’s unholy matrix…
Blessings one and all…Glory be to God…
RTT
Sorry for your loss but your spot on in your analysis. I got out of Florida at height of pandemic moved to rural Arkansas. Starting all over at 62 after losing everything in a divorce fresh start for me n my dogs. Back to being self reliant. Keep up the good work. FROG OUT!
Blessings to you and your family as you grieve the loss of your brother. I'm glad to hear that you're taking time to process and to take care of yourself. This is SO crucial. While making preparations for dealing with the massive changes we're faced with, the most important thing One can do is getting right with God.
Sending Blessings to ALL in these Miraculous times.