Halloween 2026. It is now the sixth year of the COVIDization of the earth. The “natural” approach for your body is considered foreign, extreme, and unacceptable. Injecting foreign substances into your body has become the prescribed and enforced way of life. Getting the jab is compulsory. The enforced mandate way of life has become the unnatural way of life for millions. And, the unnatural way of death.
Experimental COVID vaccines have exterminated millions. Survivors of vaccinations have become chronically ill. Those who received booster jabs were counseled to expect a different result. The jab, mandated “for you protection”, was the means for your submission.
The same intelligentsia who told us in 2020 that gender is just a social construct produced a science that is just a social construct. “The science” behind mask mandates soon had people turning their bodily autonomy over to vaccines. Vaccines had people turning over their bodily autonomy to the State.
A “flatten your tummy in four weeks” kind of sales pitch was initially used to convince people to buy into lockdowns. With the carrot of “Two weeks to flatten the curve”, authoritarians were able to put their foot in the door. As people subscribed to more and more to a medicalized society, authoritarians were handed the run of the place. The carrot was replaced with a stick.
People were mandated to take a vaccine they didn’t want or need, to download apps on their phone connected to government databases, to scan themselves into venues and events with QR codes to receive government permission to enter, and to obtain an obedience passport showing their vaccination subscription plan. And now, there are more “for your protection” ways to submit!
“More technology means more control of your world” was the advertisement in 2021. What wasn’t advertised was the fact that more technology facilitated more control of your world by others.
States have instituted digital driver’s licenses. The digital license shows your COVID-19 status, your health records, your financial records, your credit scores, your travel records, your spending, your voting record, your licenses and permits, and social credit scoring. All of this information and more is available to government employees!
Vaccines have been developed to tag and track people. The jabs download nanoscale biochips that send out a fluorescent signal – Luciferase – that can be read by an app on a smartphone. If your scan doesn’t yield a “smiley face”, you are out of society until you repent and yield. The vaccination transmission of the biochips is the reason the available protocols like Hydroxychloroquine and Ivermectin were rejected by the government. The media passed out tracts: The State has a wonderful plan for your life.
We have been told that “for the sake of standardized immunization record keeping” quantum dot tattooing must be done. One has to accept discrete microneedle-delivered microparticle patterns that deliver near-infrared light-emitting microparticles to the skin. This, so you can prove vaccination via a smartphone app.
Children are having their vaccine records embedded beneath their skin. A dye that is invisible to the naked eye is injected into them at the time of re-vaccination. An app shines infrared light onto the skin and reads the child’s vaccine records.
Looking back at 2021, there were many who sought to secure their livelihood and to stave off death anxiety in the face of what they were told was a deadly pandemic. They began turning over the keys of their human agency to the terror management handlers of the State. Their capitulation came about as people doubled down on irrationality and self-deceit. For they believed and acted on everything that the State told them. The State told them to be afraid and they became afraid.
Overnight, people’s behavior changed. They began wearing protective gear, self-isolating, standing six feet apart and taking the experimental jab. All this and more were done to deal with the apprehension, worry, and fear related to death. All this and more continues to be done even though for most people the recovery rate from COVID and its variants continues to be over 99.5% and recovery provides a greater immunity than the vaccines.
In their attempt to protect their symbolic immortality, the mask wearing vaxxed staunchly defend “COVID is a death threat” and COVID vaccines are “safe and effective”. They shame-attack and distance themselves from the unvaxxed. This has always been encouraged by the State media. And so, a medical apartheid has been created and sustained, as planned by the State.
The generalized anxiety produced by wagering one’s existence on “the science” leading to self-deception continues to be exploited by the “Great Reset” psyops generated by the State media. As the death knell of “the threat of COVID variants” continues to ring out in the news and social media, otherwise normal levels of concern have shot up to a towering level of existential dread. And that level of terror is maintained with mandates.
The State reinforces ubiquitous visible death cues – face masks, anti-bacterial sprays and wipes, social distancing signs and public health campaigns. The fearful are reminded to remain fearful.
In exchange for not having to fear what they are told to fear, people have accepted the extortion of the State’s “For your protection” protection racket. They accept the loss of their freedom and their physical and mental health in exchange for State enforced “peace of mind”.
Some said “No” to the protection.
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I wanted to get away. Alone. No smartphone, no laptop, no high-speed internet downloading rapid fire ads and lies and clichés, no web tracking devices, no unholy ghosts of the machines.
Before driving up north, I disconnected the “24/7 safety connect” that came with my car. I called the phone company and ended the “free trial” phone number and WIFI that came with the car. I disconnected from everything that kept tabs on me and wanted my attention. I bought a burner phone to take with me in case of emergency and reminded myself that good things happen when I shut out the digital universe
Driving north on Interstate 39, I thought about my first car: a used blue ’64 Chevy Impala. I paid a friend $400 for it. The Impala had all I needed: lots of space, four roll-down windows for air conditioning and a push button AM/FM radio. With a car like that, I told myself, who needed to be surrounded by semiconductor bells and whistles? And, why the hell go to war to secure rare earth minerals for bells and whistles or for cell phones and laptops and EVs and for augmented and virtual reality . . . when life can be as simple as a ’64 Chevy?
The first time I visited Horicon Marsh my life had been skewing sideways. Seemingly out of the blue I had become teary-eyed, anxious, irritable, angry and depressed. I had a major depressive episode and that wasn’t like me. It seemed that I couldn’t log back in to who I was. My username and password weren’t being recognized. So, I went to the wildlife refuge to look for my backup files.
Yikes! I shut out the digital universe and here I am talking to you in digital terms! Bear with me while I switch back to analog!
While at Horicon Marsh, I came to realize that it was a concussion that had knocked me for a loop. Six months before a truck had rear-ended my car. The impact caused my head to bounce off the steering wheel. I was taken to a hospital and diagnosed with whiplash and a concussion. After that happened I became sensitive to just about everything. The concussion came with an overwhelming sense of mourning that I couldn’t wave off.
I’d a previous knock on the head during my high school years. I was knocked unconscious. When I finally opened my eyes there was a circle of concerned faces looking down at me. They helped me up and sat me down. I waved off calls for an ambulance or a doctor. But I couldn’t wave off the feeling that I had become a ghost walking beside myself. The ghost returned after the second concussion.
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There are a lot of things you think about when you travel 400 miles. For one, the undeniable understanding that the vortex of the present age wants to suck you in and spit you out as unnatural and unholy – as a Pagan-Progressive.
I think about Halloween. Many of the neighborhood houses look like shrines for the COVID death cult. Front yards display skulls, skeletons, tombstones, and witches. Inside, parents have so terrified their kids with thoughts of the COVID Boogie man that the kids can’t wait to get the jab to feel safe and normal again.
Homeowners this year, by order of the CDC, must pass out masks and punch cards for free ice cream with each booster shot they receive. But first the child has to show the homeowner their Vaxx Band – a color-coded wristband representing the latest booster shot. I heard that if a kid didn’t have the wristband, kids made fun of him by calling him a “Vaxx-Virgin”. That’s CDC black magic for you.
I think about worlds far away from the madness. GN-Z11, the recently discovered high-redshift galaxy found in the constellation Ursa Major, is the farthest recognizable galaxy ever observed. If I wanted to drive to GN-Z11, at say 120 MPH, it would take me over 178 quadrillion years. That wouldn’t include stops for gas and using the restroom.
Light from GN-Z11 takes over 13 billion years to reach Earth. GN-z11’s levels of redshift shows that it existed 400 million years after the Big Bang. One report said that there’s no reason why there shouldn’t be any alien life there. Let’s hope they’re not collectivists.
Like I said, there are a lot of things you think about when you travel 400 miles in a car. One of those things is where to stop when nature calls. As a woman, indoor plumbing is always my first choice. But the restaurants, gas stations and interstate rest areas all require a mask and a vaxx card to use their restrooms.
I am bare-faced undocumented. So, I travel like an illegal alien. As I go along, I look for a thicket of trees and bushes that won’t require a mask and VaxxPass and also provides a view of my car. There are life forms that want my catalytic converter for its precious metals – platinum, palladium, and rhodium. As you know, in the present age stealing to survive is the victim’s pleading. If one is caught, the system will spit you back out – without bond.
I think about Horicon Marsh in southeast Wisconsin. The wildlife refuge is an undisturbed sanctuary for migratory birds, waterfowl, and migratory me. This is my second trip to the wetland.
What I take in there doesn’t lie to me. The cattails and marsh grass don’t lie to me. The black-crowned night heron and the double-crested cormorant don’t lie to me. The turtles, frogs and otters don’t lie to me. The butterflies and gnats don’t lie to me. The weather doesn’t lie to me. There is no deceit and no agenda in this eco-sphere of truth.
I told myself that when I die, I want to die in nature by nature and not from some experimental jab produced by “follow the science” gravediggers. “Alas poor Gabby! I knew her, Horatio: a woman of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.” -my mind wonders when I’m driving.
Ten years ago, September, Wisconsin kids were back in school. I had the marsh to myself. I brought a camera hoping to capture some of the truth in beauty I imagined would be found in that wetland. What I captured that visit was the seen and unseen – the union of heaven and earth. How else can one describe transcendent beauty?
I’m traveling to Horicon Marsh this time because evil is so oppressive these days. People have been subjected to the banality of evil – Dr. Fauci’s manipulative “noble lies” – and to the blatant evil of a Dr. Frankenstein experiment. Child sacrifice abortions are being promoted to produce vaccines that promise pandemic protection and immortality for the self-obsessed. The best laid plans of pillars of dust leave us with nothing but grief and pain. Pillar of dust schemes have earth, not heaven, written all over them
I’m traveling to Horicon Marsh to reconnect to the primal true, to home base. I need alone time with God. I am determined to commune with God. This time, instead of recording things with a camera, I am memorizing scripture.
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For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways.
After driving all night, I arrive at the city of Horicon in the early afternoon. I drive north on Palmatory Street until I reach the Palmatory Street Overlook within Horicon Marsh. I get out of my car to survey the vista.
The 11,000 acres of the fresh water marsh opens up before me. The October air is cold, apple crisp and clear. Summer haze has given way to steam fog on the marsh. A saturated blue sky canopies the marsh. The complementary colors of fall’s red, orange and gold leaves make the blueness “pop”. The gilding of the wetland by the low, slanting light of the autumn sun reminds me that the light of day is not a social construct. Light existed long before man decided to walk in it or not.
The shower of photons emitted from the sun eight minutes ago make it possible for me to see the marsh. The photons were created tens of thousands of years ago by fusion reactions inside the Sun’s core. After spending countless time bouncing around in the sun’s radiative zone, they finally escape the Sun’s surface. Eight minutes later the photons hit my eyes and I wonder if I brought my sun glasses.
I drive around to the visitor’s center. I park right in front to ward off the catalytic converter diverters. The sign on the door says “You must renounce all sanity and subject yourself to something that knows nothing about you.” In other words,
BY ORDER OF THE CDC
YOU ARE REQUIRED TO WEAR A MASK AND
SHOW YOUR VAXX STATUS TO ENTER THIS FACILITY
Nature call Plan B is now in effect.
I walk around the visitor center and set off on a hiking trail. The teeming wildlife life that I saw ten years ago must have recoiled in this October’s chill. I see no one else on the marsh. Solitude sets in. And except for the occasional honking of the Canadian Geese and the crackle and snap of marsh grass under my feet, the marsh is quiet.
In this setting I begin to recite the Psalm I memorized over the summer:
Bless the LORD, O my soul.
O LORD my God, you are very great.
You are clothed with honor and majesty,
wrapped in light as with a garment.
You stretch out the heavens like a tent,
you set the beams of your chambers on the waters
you make the clouds your chariot,
you ride on the wings of the wind,
you make the winds your messengers,
fire and flame your ministers. . .
As I’m walking, I see a narrow strip of land on my left. It divides two small lakes. The circumference of each lake is outlined by cattails and tall reed grass. I leave the hiking trial and take that path.
Out in the open, the wind brushes past the grass, causing a shivering sound. On both sides of me come bahloops. Creatures I can’t see are jumping into the water as I pass by. A muskrat scurries across the path and then dives into the water. Then I see something I didn’t expect.
Who are these two men walking towards me? They’re dressed like hunters. Where did they come from? Were they sitting on the bank where I couldn’t see them before?
Here I am – a woman alone on the marsh with two tall men approaching. Yelling for help wouldn’t do any good. Should I run? I look behind me. When I turn back, I see two blazing white-gold figures standing in front of me. I knew I should have brought my sunglasses.
One of them looked like a Roman warrior. He had a breastplate and was holding a sword. The other looked like a scribe. He was wearing a white tunic and was holding a scroll.
I rubbed my eyes. It was a long drive up here and I didn’t get much sleep, so, maybe . . .
“Peace be with you,” the one with the sword said.
“Do I know you guys?” I stammered. “Are you from GN-Z11?”
“You know the One Who sent us,” said the one with the scroll looking at the scroll.
“You must be Fire,” I said to the one with sword. “And, you must be Flame,” I said to the other. Then I realized that I was saying silly things and was too stupefied to say anything coherent.
“Gabby, the Lord of the Spirits sent us,” they said to together.
I remained quiet.
“Do not be afraid Gabby. The Lord hears your prayers. He hears you reciting the Words of spirit and life. He knows your meditations and your concerns. He sent us to encourage you to walk and not grow faint. All that is written, and now written in your heart, will come to pass.
There are those who have heard the word as they stand by the sidelines, but immediately the Accuser comes and snatches away what they heard. Others have received the word with excitement. But they were short term enthusiasts; they had no root in themselves. When the word brought them trouble or hostilities, they quickly became disillusioned and disowned the word. Others heard the word and the worries of this present age, and the deceit of riches, and the desires for other kinds of things came in and choked the word. They produced no fruit.
Preserve and nourish the good word which has been sown in you. The mystery of the kingdom of God has been revealed to you. Abide in the love of the Lord.
Gabby, proud men have proclaimed that they will take men into the future, they will build their own future. Yet, it is not given to man to know his future except for what’s been revealed and uncovered in the Kingdom of God.
There will be no digital-based resurrection of man. The Singularity they are building will fall and crumble into the air. The builders will be scattered. The digital swarm will not overtake you. It will overtake them.”
I suddenly blurted out Let sinners be consumed from the earth, and let the wicked be no more -words from the end of the Psalm I had been reciting.
“All that is written, and now written in your heart, will come to pass. The earth is the Lord’s and all that is in it, the world, and those who live in it.”
They turned and walked away as they had come – as two hunters. I was alone again on the marsh. The stillness seemed to be waiting for my response. It was a gaggle of geese that sounded off.
I spent three days at the marsh. Vee formations of Canadian geese and ducks swooped in to eat and rest before taking off south again. Stately spindly-legged cranes stood fishing in the water near the tall marsh grasses. The solitude of marsh life restored my soul.
I spent the nights at a local campground. I ate what I brought from home. Returning home, I again had a lot to think about . . .
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What happened on the marsh wasn’t virtual reality. And those two weren’t digital non-fungible tokens that popped out of the ether for my perusal. What happened was rock-solid reality and not fleeting bits and bytes. This digital age would have me view myself and the world through the eyes of software developers – their menus, their data streams.
I remembered what I felt for a time after my concussions: like I was a ghost walking beside myself. My mind seemed disconnected from my body. This digital age would have me live in that psychosis, in a mental state where the idealized virtual version of myself – the “augmented human” self – exists alongside my physical self.
I wondered why so few had noticed in 2021 that the providential care offered by the gods of the digital age came in the form of slavery to devices and codes? Mankind has since become addicted to vaccinations of tech-steroids. Mankind has come to believe that it needs new ‘booster’ technology to survive.
And why have so few balked at the fact that augmented man is surveilled man? Once your tagged, your physical and virtual lives are tracked. Smart devices, sold as technology for you to control your world, are actually used by others to control your world.
It’s easy for me to see that augmented man is distracted man. Look at how people are driving! With the nearest device someone can lose themselves in a neurotransmitter stream of online entertainment. And it occurred to me that the Sowers of the digital seed want people distracted. They want people to look and look and never see and hear and hear and never understand the Kingdom of God. Otherwise, they would turn and repent.
It’s easy for me to see what happened to intelligent debate. The digitally distracted, with a fear of missing out, take in vast amounts of information they don’t know what to do with. A huge pile of information does not create deep thinkers. And that is why the technocracy is creating algos to do your thinking and voting for you.
After a few hours of driving, I get a little silly:
What did one photon say to the other photon? No matter how far I travel to show up, people still throw shade on me.
What did one dust particle say to the other dust particle? I meet you on ground level.
I had a lot of questions for Fire and Flame but I wasn’t sure what would come out of my mouth. I wasn’t going to ask them for protection. I already had a sense that they were watching over me as I walked every morning.
About twenty miles from home I remembered the email my company sent out before I left town. The email was a company-wide invitation to sign up for a points reward program. You behave the way they want you to and they reward you with points toward a treat – some gift you pick off a list.
So now my company wants to treat me like a dog and just like the CCP treats its people. I won’t sign up for their social credit system. I didn’t sign up for the vaccine or testing or mask program. I don’t do de-humanizing things to myself.
In my driveway everything I thought about this trip hits home. I live alone and will likely die alone. I am told that I can live a connected life, a one-with-mankind Singularity kind of life. But what does it profit me if I gain the whole digital world and lose my soul?
©Jennifer Ann Johnson, Kingdom Venturers, 2021, All Rights Reserved
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Christine Anderson (European Parliament) -Watch before YouTube removes the video
Informed Dissent:
Do Not Comply Under Any Circumstances – Gab News
“The COVID vaccines . . . the most dangerous vaccine ever created in history. It is 800X more dangerous than the smallpox vaccine with respect to death, and over 25X worse with respect to permanent disability . . .”
Dr. Harvey Risch: No. I put it the other way around. The unvaccinated should be afraid of the vaccinated. They’re just as infected. In fact, maybe more infected. If vaccinated, people are infected. So it is well known that it is the vaccinated people that generate the mutant strains and not the unvaccinated people. And that has led that corruption of the medical establishment saying that unvaccinated people are generating the mutants is an absolute falsehood. It is exactly the opposite. This has been known for 100 years that it’s vaccinated people who are more prone to generate mutant strains. (Emphasis mine)
Comcast Censors Vaccine Paralyzed 13-Year-Old Girl (rumble.com)
Mass vaccination may permanently attenuate population-wide immunity to SARS-2
Covid Anxiety Is a Health Problem Too – WSJ (archive.fo)
TFNT12: Safeway pharmacist quits citing deaths from vaccine (rumble.com)
“Ample Scientific Data”: Congresswoman Introduces ‘Natural Immunity Is Real Act’ | ZeroHedge
Vaccines sponsored by Pfizer . . .
Pfizer Is Calling the Shots to Jab Kids (mercola.com)
Mask Theatrics at G20: Global Leaders Remove Masks After Posing for Cameras (thegatewaypundit.com)
NIH Letter Made Public — Fauci lied to Congress about Wuhan research… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS
Secret Documents Reveal FDA’s Attack on Ivermectin (mercola.com)
CDC To ‘Educate And Counsel’ Those Who Refuse COVID-19 Vaccine – REPORT – National File
CDC hiding the number of naturally-immune to Covid-19 | Sharyl Attkisson
“HOT” | Fleming-Method (flemingmethod.com)
Graphene Oxide: Opportunities and Challenges in Biomedicine (nih.gov)
Death anxiety in the time of COVID-19: theoretical explanations and clinical implications (nih.gov)
What is Luciferase? – by Emerald Robinson – Emerald Robinson’s The Right Way (substack.com)
The hidden Covid-19 vaccine-injured | Sharyl Attkisson
Great Chris Martenson video showing how the vaccines are actually making things worse.
Medical Bombshell: Pfizer Vax Attacks Human Blood Creating Clots Under Microscope
Medical Bombshell: Pfizer Vax Attacks Human Blood Creating Clots Under Microscope (banned.video)
Pediacide:
Planned Pediacide: The Mass Murder of Children via COVID-19 Injections – Vaccine Impact
The Next 4 Mandates Coming Your Way! Totalitarianism is Great (rumble.com)
Pfizer’s Power – Public Citizen
The Official Covid Vaccine Adverse Event Thread… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS
Ivermectin:
User Clip: Dr. Pierre Kory US Senate hearing – Ivermectin is 100% cure for COVID-19 | C-SPAN.org
HCQ for COVID-19: real-time analysis of all 360 studies (c19hcq.com)
The Lie of Masks
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