The cruelty. That is what is destroying my soul. The cruelty. The clincher for me that COVID was a psychological operation was when they cancelled March Madness. The students were so excited about the tournament. The ETSU (East Tennessee State University) Bucs finished their best season in decades, perhaps ever, and the news simply announced that the tournament was over. They attacked the young people first. I saw the meanness in that and knew intuitively that this was Satan’s work. The cruelty has abounded since then.
It is more than simply destroying humanity or turning us into robots or reducing the population; it is the excessive amount of cruelty by which it is done that destroys my hope. Oh I weep. God, how I weep. Why? If there is a God, why? I remember as a kid being taught by another kid a few years older than me how to make ants fight to the death. I did it once. The same kid liked to take a magnifying glass and fry them in the sun. What made this fun? He was just a kid. So was I. I think on that and realize that we are nothing more in the minds of our conquerors. We are but ants to them.
I can’t fight this anymore. I have lost all hope. I will be judged for that if there is a judge. Judged for giving up—for abandoning hope. I doubt now that there is a righteous judge. I am thinking that the universe, existence itself, is a cruel joke run by evil. Sometimes I hold out hope that there is Good beyond it, but I am losing that hope daily.
My heroes, my friends, my “conspiracy theorist” pals who take the abuse each day for posting what they see happening to us, keep at it through varying degrees of personal despair. If we can just post the right meme. If we can just dismantle one lie in the delusion. If we can make people see some of the falsehood, even just a little bit, people will awaken. We keep at it. Meanwhile, people cannot awaken because they cannot believe that such cruelty exists. They cannot imagine that those they have been conditioned to trust are so evil. So cruel. The longer it goes on, the more people fear, and the more they trust their authorities, and the more they hate those who challenge that illusion of security provided by these authorities.
In all the movies (ie. Matrix, The Hunger Games), the good people win. But who made the movies? The evil Satanists made the movies. All of this is a movie. It is their movie. They are playing us even through that. They are so far ahead of us, like the consciousness of a human vs. the consciousness of an ant, that even hope, even God in every religion and the Good in every philosophy and practice, is their creation. It is cruelty all the way up and all the way down. Even Goodness is an illusion. There is no pure heart. We are all made in Cruelty’s image. It isn’t that Evil is a distortion of Good, but Good is a distortion of Evil. Not a distortion, really, just a cipher, a rube, a program, in the cruel, sick game.
Is that blasphemy? Am I saying too much? Is there anything worthy of hope? Do I have it wrong?
My friends are fighting. They are warriors. They are not giving up. They fight in the belief that Good can defeat this Evil before total enslavement. The last thing I want to do is to discourage that spirit. That fight is the last remnant of our soul. But I have to ask if we are doing anything more than playing their game?
Maybe. Maybe we are doing something. The USS Liberty did not sink. Israel and the Traitor in Chief, LBJ, tried their best to sink the USS Liberty on June 8th, 1967, but the last torpedo fired that should have sunk it hit a beam in the ship and did not break it in two. The USS Liberty did not sink and its survivors tell her story to this day. That is a sign of hope for me. If Divine Intervention, the Good, saved the Liberty, was it saved for nothing? I meditate on that and I hope yet.
In October 2018, I learned the story of Imam Hussain (as), Hussain Ibn Ali, and his courageous stand against Yazid. I don’t know how that all worked out that I would visit his shrine in Karbala, Iraq. I don’t know what it means that the moment I was about to touch the shrine and I couldn’t reach it, to be assisted, to have my hand pushed against the grate and to look into the eyes of the person who did it. I don’t know what that means. I just know it happened and I felt a summons to speak what I thought was true. Was it a Divine sign? Maybe I am just being played. But I hope yet.
Hope is thin. So thin it rests on a razor’s edge. Hope is so thin that I lose it in the fog. Cruelty is thick. It is a dense fog that covers all. It grows thicker each day. We have no time left. The Cruel plan is unfolding faster and faster. It won’t be long, a few months, a few years on the outside before we are all transformed into an artificial existence. Our humanity is being stripped away from us. It has begun with the masking, the walking in rows, the distancing, the isolating, the destruction of our societies, divide and conquer, but more than that, the inability of the many to see what is happening before their eyes.
How can others not see what I see? It is so difficult to fathom that everyone from former church members to family members to the most aware people I thought I knew not to see that this is all terribly, terribly wrong. Such is the deception. Such is the cruelty. Such is the thickness of illusion. We are under a spell. Can it be broken?
I don’t know. In this thick fog, I still clutch the thin hope that if I can tell my truth at all, then it is not over. Not yet.
We are human.
We are not sick.
We are not diseased.
We are not contagious.
We are being deceived.
If you do not want a vaccine (and you do not), you will need to connect with others like you. Protect each other. Support each other. Those who refuse the vaccine will have lives very difficult to live if not impossible without alternative ways to find food, shelter, travel, employment, and basic health care. Nothing the authorities and the media say is real. They are your enemy. Find your friends.
COVID is not about a killer virus. it is about a killer vaccine. Refuse.
We are still in lockdown, house arrest, whatever you wish to call it. I heard a report that my governor says the state of emergency will be in place until July 6th. More smoke and mirrors. There is no end in sight.
Supermarkets are more and more regimented with amazingly well-produced signage telling you where to stand and how to behave. Don’t walk the wrong way down the aisle! Make sure you don’t encroach in another’s space! The employees are scrubbing your cart down before and after with magic solution. In the outside world, people are wearing masks while driving alone in their cars. What is happening?
It was raining yesterday. My wife and I thought to get a couple of things at the local Home Depot. We changed our minds when we saw outside the store a long line of people, maybe 40 or more, standing in the rain waiting to get into the store. Why are they in a line, in the cold rain, six feet apart from one another? Because the new COVID rules limit the number of shoppers inside. So, in this upside-down world, it is healthier to stand outside in the cold rain rather than inside a warm and dry store.
What about this brings the most sadness? What is the most despairing thing? I do despair. I wrote this on FB the other day. Yes, Facebook, the platform that has been censoring, deleting and banning people faster and faster in recent days. David Icke was banned on Friday. He is not the only one. We are descending into darkness. Darkness doesn’t mean we are dead. It means it is dark. There will be no alternative voices on popular platforms to the elite narrative. We are being erased.
This morning I awoke with a feeling I hadn’t felt since my son’s death nearly eight years ago. In the days following his death, I didn’t want to fall asleep because in my sleep I would dream that he was alive and with us. I would awaken to the cold reality that he was gone. In time that fear of sleep left me. It returned early this morning as I awoke with a start. I dreamt of a normal past life. I awoke suddenly to the realization that this NWO apocalypse or whatever we’ll call it, is the reality not the nightmare. Will this new fear of sleep ever leave me? It isn’t the sleep that frightens. It is the awakening.
I am not afraid of the virus. The virus is manufactured. COVID is a movie. Real people die. But we have no idea what is really killing them. We are only told. We are told by the same movie-makers who gave us 9/11. It isn’t the wickedness in high places that causes the despair in me. It isn’t the wickedness of the elites who have unleashed this psychological operation upon us that causes me to fear awakening. The despair is caused by the reactions of others who not only accept what they are told but actively silence those who are searching for what is real and true. The despair is for the collective delusion of my fellow humans. We are descending into slavery, in which every aspect of our lives will be controlled. We are seeing it unfold now. We are not becoming enslaved by force, but by our own acquiescence.
That said, it is still force. This is a psychological operation enacted by transnational agents and personalities upon all of us. This has been planned for many decades, perhaps generations. But we could resist it if there were enough people who could see this for what it is and simply say, “We are not going to cooperate.”
That may happen. There are people who battle tirelessly to communicate what they have seen and have discovered that is contrary to the media propaganda, and they will continue to do this as long as they are able to do so.
But now this movement is being forced underground. As I see it, it will likely remain there for decades if not centuries. I wrote this poem in September 2018. It is called “For the Martyrs Who Bear Witness.”
For The Martyrs Who Bear Witness If they tell you I suicided, It may be not because I killed myself.
If they say I went crazy, It may be not because I was mentally ill.
If I am accused of doing all kinds of bad things, It may be not because I did them.
If I stop talking about what I think is true, It may be not because I have changed my mind.
If I end up vanishing from public space, I may be still found in secret places.
If the world goes dark with lies and violence, Look for the candles of those still bearing witness.
We are now approaching the last stanza of this poem. The world is going dark with lies and violence. For the vast majority, for those whose minds are software programs, they will see nothing wrong with being fed, staying in line, obeying every command, denying their own humanity, and reporting on anyone who does not conform.
You will not find the voices of the martyrs on the mega-platforms (Google/Youtube, Facebook, Twitter, etc.) These voices are being systematically silenced, their contributions are being erased. You will have to go to secret places. You will have to go underground.
In 2006 I started my blog, Shuck and Jive. So far, it is still on-line. I started it because I was made aware of a phenomenon called Peak Oil. I wrote dozens, perhaps hundreds of posts on Peak Oil over the years. Few took it seriously of course. Too depressing. Peak Oil ultimately would result in a contraction of energy, economy, and population leading to social and economic collapse. Peak Oil was a driving factor behind the 9/11 False Flag. We are now witnessing this global collapse.
I used to wonder why “they” didn’t get it. Why didn’t our presidents and our politicians and our hot shot thinkers talk about this more and make plans for how we as humans, and particularly Americans (who while four percent of the world’s population consume 25% of the world’s oil), should do about this impending contraction, so we could contract with awareness and with justice. We should be going local. Instead we are going global.
The global elite have been thinking about this and planning for it for a long time. COVID is the implementation of the plan. COVID is a controlled demolition of the global economy. It is a contraction that is engineered to benefit the elite. Those plebians who survive this ritual of transformation to the new reality either will be incorporated into it, accepting all the elements of global control and servitude, or they will rebel and die, or they will be ushered into prison camps, however large or small they need to be as we see now in Gaza. This is my despair. This is happening.
The same people, by the way, who control the concentration camp that is Gaza are the same people who engineered 9/11 and this COVID operation. They are all part of the same cabal, the same cult of transnational agents and personalities. Read David Icke’s book Trigger. Hadn’t heard about that book? Oh, yes, you haven’t heard of it because Icke was banned from Facebook and Youtube. He is not acceptable. Who he names is why he is banned. More than most, in my opinion, David Icke gets what is happening and who is responsible. He is one of the witnesses who has been telling us for three decades what has been happening and he has been exposing these psychopathic monsters who are running our world. He was one of the earliest voices to show that 9/11 was a scam. (Alice in Wonderland and the World Trade Center Disaster, 2002).
Since this is a sermon, I should say something spiritual.
There are particular challenges for the spiritual person. Spiritual is in contradiction to a software program. As David Icke points out, the vast, vast majority of people are software programs. The government and its media say, “Do this.” Then they press “Enter” and the people stand six feet apart, don their masks, and report on those who don’t obey. A good rule of thumb is that those who are wearing masks today are software programs.
Spiritual people on the other hand, are feeling that this is not right. They are not sure what to believe and David Icke and all the other so-called “conspiracy theorists” are causing significant cognitive dissonance. What does a spiritual person do?
I think the first thing one must do is to develop an understanding of what is real. You need to answer these questions with spiritual awareness. If you do not understand the bigger picture, you will not be able to comprehend what is happening to us now. People ask me, “What are we supposed to do?” Here is an answer. Get out your journal. Answer these questions with greater and greater depth until you can understand what is happening. Here are the questions:
Who are you? What happens to you when you die? What is this existence? Who made it? Who controls it? What is the Good? What is the origin and role of evil? What is the long plan of both evil and Good? How do see yourself in this plan?
These questions are not easy. The answers are not provided by religion, science or philosophy in and of themselves. These questions are yours. You as a spiritual person have no choice but to struggle with these questions. It isn’t about being smart or intellectual or educated. It is about your heart, your soul, You.
If you are feeling cognitive dissonance it is because your comprehension of reality is not comprehensive enough for this experience. This is why so many people cannot get what happened on September 11th, 2001. The elites blew up three skyscrapers in front of our faces and said they didn’t do it. How did they get away with that? Simple. They control the software programs that are people’s perceptions. In these software programs, the reality of evil is veiled.
Removing the veil is the spiritual journey. The ability and the will to remove the veil that covers evil is the difference between being spiritual and being a software program. Of course, you need an understanding of the Good that is larger than evil to stay on your path. Because that is of course, who you are as a spiritual person. You are the Good.
One of the challenges is that we tend to want things to work out in our own lifetimes, in this particular experience. So I will be blunt. You need to be prepared not to live through this. Outside of a cosmic miracle, we will be descending into darkness and ultimately into slavery for decades if not centuries. That is why it is important for you to have an understanding of “you” beyond your death or beyond this experience of reality. You may be doing your most important work after you are dead.
Pretty crazy, right? It is going to get crazier, Beloveds. As this lockdown rolls on and as the elites send us one PSYOP plague after another (terrorists, viruses, monster hornets, alien attacks) and as the vast numbers transition to their new robotic existence, more and more spiritual people will start to realize what is happening. They will look for spiritual compatriots, guides, witnesses, martyrs. These witnesses are saying to you now:
If I end up vanishing from public space, I may be still found in secret places.
If the world goes dark with lies and violence, Look for the candles of those still bearing witness.
This is the long game. Don’t fret the trolls. Don’t let them get under your skin. They are software programs, nothing more. You have a soul. Embrace it.
Per Fagereng’s novel explores America and Portland after Peak Oil
John Shuck speaks with radio host and author, Per Fagereng, about his novel, Jack Moloney’s Century. The novel covers the 100 year life of Jack Moloney (1980-2080) as he moves from Ireland to Portland with many stops along the way through the world’s transition from abundant energy to Peak Oil and beyond.
Per hosts the radio show, “Fight the Empire” on KBOO. Per says of himself:
“I’m old enough to remember the Brooklyn Dodgers. Worked at a gold mine in Alaska and a Norwegian freighter. Hanging out at a San Francisco tavern got me started in a newspaper career. I’ve been involved with KBOO since around 1980.”
WHAT HAPPENED TO AMERICA? When young Jack Moloney jumped ship in New York in the year 2000 the United States was the world’s great power. When Jack died 80 years later the United States was in pieces, and his long life came to an end in a place called Cascadia. Jack Moloney grew up in Derry, in British-occupied Ireland. One night he helped some friends lob a mortar round into an army camp, and the IRA got him out of town. From Ireland to a job on a cruise ship, to New York, Chicago, the Great Plains and Oregon — Jack lived through a dangerous time in history. Gone were cheap oil, banks and mighty war machines. Now wars were fought by roving bands of armed people on foot. Old nations broke apart and new ones were born in rebellion. Nature itself fought back at human folly. As always, life depended on good land and water, and people to do the work.
In his latest book, America: The Farewell Tour, Chris Hedges shows how the effects of America’s decline and decay affects its citizenry. As America sinks further into poverty and despotism, and as corporations and the military-industrial-media complex pirate the remaining assets of a nation that has lost its industry save weapons manufacturing, human beings suffer from gambling addiction, hatred, and violence in the streets. Hedges announces a spiritual call to resist.
Chris Hedges is a Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist who was a foreign correspondent for fifteen years for The New York Times where he served as the Middle East Bureau Chief and Balkan Bureau Chief for the paper. He previously worked overseas for The Dallas Morning News, The Christian Science Monitor, and NPR. He writes a weekly column for the online magazine Truthdig out of Los Angeles and is host of the Emmy Award–winning RT America show On Contact. Hedges, who holds a Master of Divinity from Harvard University, is the author of the bestsellers American Fascists, Days of Destruction, Days of Revolt, and was a National Book Critics Circle finalist for War Is a Force That Gives Us Meaning. He has taught at Columbia University, New York University, Princeton University, and the University of Toronto. He currently teaches college credit courses in the New Jersey prison system.