Sucker Punched

I recall getting up rapidly and banging the left side of my head hard, on the object just above me. As I typed that first sentence, the left side of my neck tighten in the recalling. I drove home after the incident, decided to walk the dog, and as I rounded a corner, my peripheral vision faded to light grey ... I couldn't see properly, and I cannot recall if I completed the walk, or returned home immediately. All I knew at the time, was something was seriously wrong; I still suffer repercussions from that concussion.

I recall hearing my son say, Mum, I have to leave school, they are giving us until Wednesday to pack up and leave the dorms. As I drove to retrieve my son from the Christian college he was attending, I felt a gloomy greyness settle in like a fog, as though someone had flipped the switch on a massive circuit panel to off, for the whole world. Lights out was the sense I had; I still suffer repercussions from that strange and awful time of utter turbulence. 

I haven't forgotten March of 2020, because of the repercussions: they linger like a bad odour but it seems to me, no one else has sense enough to turn up their nose, or plug their nostrils to protect them from the stench of sickness and death. It seems to me, that everyone is carrying on as though there is nothing to see here, everything is back to status quo normal, and the hoax just didn't happen. But it did happen, and I haven't forgotten. 

I recall writing extensively about the violent shifts we pea ons were subjected to, made to feel afraid of real boogey men; hirelings that harassed the most innocent offenders, deemed guilty by mercenaries willing to do the bidding of those that plotted and planned the injury and demise of the masses, for cash. What surprises me is the apathy. What shocks me is the ease with which so many accept without wanting retribution or recompense ... 

My sister is dead. She took three of those injections, and I saw her decline, I witnessed her fading away. The thought makes me weepy, seeing her weak as a kitten, confused often, lost even, unable to retrieve and direct her thoughts. Poison does that to a person. And dear reader, maybe you are poisoned too, or you know someone that is very poisoned and is very sick and dying. Aren't you a little miffed, a little mad, a little sad and worried and forlorn? I am, because I haven't forgotten and I know who started it all ... they have been bold enough to say, It was me ... proud enough to want credit, I did it... 

People don't like it when I point out how wicked some people are. People don't like it when I remind them that their loved ones are hurt, suffering, sick, dying, because they went along with all the vile demands of wicked governors. People would prefer I be nice and easy, take a walk on the sunny side of the street, and make things good, make things great again, but I can not, I will not, because I haven't forgotten that we were sucker punched, and my sister is dead. 

Jesus always told the truth, and so must I, even at the expense of people pulling away from me because they would prefer to see the world with eyes of opportunity. I see it as dying, dear reader, because ... I haven't forgotten.