- Medical professionals inject viruses
- The viruses sicken the injected
- Television shows like Grey's Anatomy introduce ideas that train viewers to think a certain way
- Viewers that become patients are taught to trust medical professionals that contradict physical reality. Question: does it make sense to inject healthy bodies with not only viruses, but other strange non-natural items that do not belong in human flesh?
- It is viable to be an expert in your profession while being an emotionally disturbed and wanton wreck in-between working and being off the scheduled clock
- Judging is forbidden and discouraged, conversely: finger pointing at perceived hypocrisy to shut down and shut up those that may be inclined to make moral statements, is encouraged and becomes protocol
- The devilish dives displayed in portions of the show are mixed and matched with heroic humility, as a form of counterbalancing wicked choices and behaviours
- Vicarious pleasure viewers are psychologically impacted by the sexually rabid, work hard, play harder, boundary-less atmosphere of hospital staff and their wanton patients. Anything and everything goes is the message, as long as you do your best and get your work done when there is an emergent case to face
- Lastly. The show is so action packed and emotionally charged that the viewing audience gets pulled here there and everywhere, by the comings and goings of the characters. I think it is vitally important for us to listen for undertone and for the cues that the writers are setting up as points of sale for consumers.
Sunday, June 29, 2025
Clinical Trial Double Speak
Friday, June 27, 2025
Black Bird Brigade & Skunks
Now why, I ask you, were the birds so incensed by the intrusion of a skunk in their backyard? The little waddler wove its was in and out and around the plants in the garden. Four birds took to branches in a tree overlooking the scene, and periodically chirped their irritation. I cautiously watched from behind a screen and some window panes, fascinated to see the critter while feeling slightly trepidatious at the same time; after all, this potentially odious visitor could be a stinky menace, and the last thing anyone wants when they see a skunk, is to be sprayed.
I talk to animals. I call them Sweetie or Cutie and tell them Hello. I feed animals. When I make "milk" from almonds, I put the ground almond meal outside for my little backyard friends to nibble. Some people tell me that this is an unwise practice, and today, I am wondering, Are they correct? Should I refrain, since perhaps, skunks are now looking for a quick snack left out by moi? I wondered at myself, not saying Hello to the cute critter in his black and white every day costume. Was I afraid of him?
The birds and their backyard. The skunk and his ability to wander wherever he likes. Ants and snails, worms and potato bugs, they all live freely, and really do not think much about the humans that invade their homes and habitats, digging up and dropping down things that do not belong. They, the creatures, don't think, and yet, they react. Those birds this morning own what I pay for in property taxes. The backyard is their domain and they are territorial for goodness sakes ... they will naturally defend and protect what belongs to them, and will do what they can to intimidate interlopers and unwanted's. I found two baby birds dropped dead on the concrete in that backyard, and I have my suspicions about who the culprits were; I point my unfeathered finger at the black birds that were eye balling the skunk this morning, as backyard guardians and protectors of what is theirs. While humans see fences as lines of demarcation, marking off where they start and stop and someone else begins and ends, the birds freely fly into any and every backyard they choose, marking and policing the land as only animals can.
I liked that little skunk, but did not feel inclined to engage with him. The birds didn't like the skunk at all, and while they swooped near a couple of times as a form of harassment, the skunk was nonplussed, and went about his sniffing business, touring every bit of the border lined with gardens. What is my point, you ask? It is the skunk and how it was designed, not as a cuddly creature that one can make into a stripy pet to be embraced. The skunk is to be avoided and when you or I spot one, we stop dead in our tracks, and cautiously back away, or run after shrieking, while hoping the stinker isn't alerted to our presence or startled and irritated enough, to lift tail and aim in our direction.
Dear reader ... there are some people that are odious, skunks in disguise. Birds, without being sprayed, instinctively know that skunks are somehow a threat, contain in them a hazardous waste stink, and that messing with them will make them odious too. What animals have in the form of instincts, humans have in the form of discernment, a skill that can be taught and learned, provided one is willing to pay attention to warning sounds and sights, and submit to wise instruction. Behaviour never lies, and skunks have a scent that is off putting. Since behaviour never lies, and skunks give off an odour that is off putting, I thought you and I could take a look at the tells of skunky people:
Tells
Tuesday, June 24, 2025
God With Out
- Is truth a creepy crawly to you dear reader?
- Does it invade your thinking on a silken thread, only to be swatted away?
- Is there a web of pride filled lies you have told yourself that act like a trap, that can be ignored by day, only to befuddle you as you lay in bed at night, wondering when you may feel the tickle of trouble that a spider like bite may cause when you rest?
Saturday, June 21, 2025
Herod's, Eaten By Worms
James - ordered to be executed by Herod Agrippa; martyred for preaching the gospel
Peter - imprisoned by Herod Agrippa, the very same man that murdered James; Herod was the ruling and reigning king in Judea
Miraculous deliverance - A ministering angel delivers Peter out of prison. God has heard the prayers of the saints, of the church, and answers their pleas of mercy for Peter
Herod cut off - The stroke of an angel kills Herod at the height of his pride. A minister of God's justice does his bidding
Barnabas and Saul - Barnabas and Saul are in Judea on a mission to deliver relief to the brethren. A famine is foretold by a prophet named Agabus, and in anticipation of there being no food for the poor believers in Judea, funds have been collected and sent to ensure their survival and maintenance when tough times of lack occur.
Barnabas and Saul return to Antioch
Dear reader, some things, never change. That was my thought early this morning. The some things I considered are these:
1. Christians will always be persecuted and martyred/murdered for loving God and speaking of him
2. Christians will be imprisoned and miraculously ministered to, and also released, by the Authority that determines what he wants them to do next, upon their angelic deliverance
3. The prayers of the saints are a sweet savoury scent and holy sacred sound, that rise to the nostrils and ears of God
4. Prideful men that accept praise from other men as though they are God, are cut down, cut off, and dropped low in the most obvious of ways when they least expect it. God is forever just, and he meads out justice without prejudice.
5. God's people hear his voice, heed his warnings, and share their visions and prophetic instructions with other believers for their mutual safety and benefit. Agabus warned of a coming dearth, a famine that would result in death via starvation. Provision was made for God's people, and dear reader, The Bible has many a times repeated this very theme: God's people, in life, in the afterlife following death of the body, are always provided for. The Bread of Life ensures our continuance.
In my heart of hearts I long to live like the early Christians. Recently I read the idea that our purpose is to get to heaven. If our work is to believe in the one whom God hath sent, namely Jesus Christ as Saviour, and our purpose is to get to heaven, as stated by Charles Spurgeon, then I feel as though I have my marching orders. And yet ... in my human heart, there appears to be invisible and massive logs strewn hither and thither when I attempt to proceed forward; I slam into these chunks of wood with both shins, and fall face first over top of them, far too often. Is that how the splinters and motes get into our eyes, dear one?
Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye (Matthew 7:3-5)
It is Herod that has me hankering for justice. The Herod's of this world have me wanting to fight back with my female sized fists. I want to pound them in the face, knocking them off the high horses they ride while trampling the people that cannot defend themselves. There are many self-aggrandized Herod's; they are self-appointed kings, that smirk and side-eye cast disparagement on those they perceive to be beneath their consideration. They believe they have the right to choose who lives and who dies; who eats and who starves to death. They are the rulers that currently reign, but alas, I need not do the work of the Almighty: he determines what justice looks and sounds like, at his appointing and with his perfect timing.
I am a non-violent person. The thought of punching someone in the nose or stomach does not appeal to me. One time, I held my little sister down while laughing at her. Somehow she got loose from my grip, ripped the chain from my neck, and punched me in the gut. I still laugh at the thought of it, but man alive, that hurt: better still, it shocked and surprised me.
Here is what happens to Herod, in the Book of Acts 12:20-24
And Herod was highly displeased with them of Tyre and Sion: but they came with one accord to him, and, having made Blastus the king's chamberlain their friend, desired peace; because their country was nourished by the king's country. And upon a set day Herod, arrayed in royal apparel, sat upon his throne, and made an oration unto them. And the people gave a shout, saying, It is the voice of a god, and not of a man. And immediately the angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost.
But the word of God grew and multiplied ...
There is a comparison we can make at this point dear one. God's people are provided for by Province. Those that belong to earthly kings as surfs and suck-ups, look to mere men for their meat. The dirge, the famine, the want, the need for filling, is either the stomach that resides within the human body, or the soul that hungers and thirsts for the manna that falls wafer light from heaven. When you are with people, do you search their eyes for signs of life; a flicker of feeling and understanding of the essence of our existence? I do ... I try to make eye contact and look for a way to ask, Do you know Him?
Herod was turned into worm meat just after receiving praise as a god, from people that filled their bellies by feigning their devotion to, and appreciation of, him as king. He was a proud man that believed he had the right to decide who got fed, and who got imprisoned and killed, based on who bowed deeply before him while denying God as Almighty. For shame: he made a massive murderous fool of himself publicly after a speech in all his pompous kingly array, and the Herod's of this world ought to heed the warning, that this too, will be their fate, soon enough.
What hurts more, dear one, a punch to the gut, or being eaten alive by worms? I will leave you to ponder the question, and make of it what you will.
PS: I found a halo effect picture ... how much fun is that?
Also, it is not hypocritical to want justice. I pray for people to repent and if they will not, I pray for their removal. The logs I sometimes stumble over can be called impatience and irritation, when I witness the suffering of souls. More prayer, plus more prayer on top of that, is required; never ceasing, always beseeching, our God as Ruler that reigns forever and ever more, AMEN.
Thursday, June 19, 2025
Damage Report
Wednesday, June 18, 2025
The Great Oppression & Justin Trudeau
If ever there was a man that could be called a communist of the first order, it would be Justin Trudeau.
The confusing and confounding issue I take with Justin Trudeau extends to all the people that mass formation indicates, believed him, trusted in him, did his bidding without hesitation or exception. Justin Trudeau was one of many pied pipers, leading whole families out of their way, out of The Way, and into the dark places and spaces of sickness and death. My confusion comes from my attempts at trying to understand how crazy took over when calm ought to have stilled fears; my confounding lies in the comprehending that no matter what lies are told, they are eaten up as delicious morsels, despite the poisonous ingredients, by people that do not know God, nor do they want to know him. Mana isn't their bread of choice; they prefer to sup on bleached, bland, nutrition less wonder bread. It is a wonder to me, dear reader, how they subsist on substitutes for the real thing.
All of the wicked ones ought to be shaking in their stolen shoes right about now, because the few that spoke truth during the great oppression, are getting louder and louder, and what Jesus whispered into their ears during the pandemic of communistic covid, they are shouting, via loud speakers, from rooftops. Justin Trudeau has lost the platform he was handed. His usefulness has expired, and I wonder how he feels with all the hatred flowing in his direction? I wonder about all of Satan's mouth pieces ... Judas stated that he had shed the innocent blood, and then proceeded to hang himself. Justin didn't hand Christ over to the Romans to be crucified, but he sure did hand over the lambs that Christ died for, and God doesn't take kindly to murderers, oppressors, or to communists of the first order.
I have prayed precatory prayers lately, that go something like this: Lord, please redeem ___________; bring them to their knees, convicted of their guilt, confessing their sins, and pleading for forgiveness through Christ our LORD. If they are not to be redeemed Lord, please hold them to account, remove them from their position of power, and recompense those they have injured via justice, accountability, and the full extent of your law.
I have friends whose parents were murdered during the great oppression of communistic covid. They weep, mourning the extreme losses, and I weep too: the losses are too great, and I comprehend what came before this generation. I understand what it means now to be in the fight, and what my own father fought for when he killed communists that entered his native land as oppressors, He was twelve, gun in hand. He believed in God and the freedom he gives humanity, with lawful guidelines that tell us not to move border stones, not to steal, not to kill, not to bear false witness against our neighbour, and much more.
Justin Trudeau said horrible, vile, malicious things, about those of us that refused to be cowed into taking poison into our bodies at his command. He had a script, a copycat script that was used by him and his killing cohorts, and we did not for one moment, believe a word he said; but we did hear him speak division to the nation he had been given demonic power to reign over, to our ruin. Alas, those were dark and dank days, and I could just shove off and move on but for the fact that people like Justin Trudeau still roam freely without tether or threat of repercussion, at least, that is the case right now ...
Wicked people have a tendency to be arrogant and cocky publicly, while inside, in their private moments, they are tormented by demons that devour, nibbling with sharpened teeth, the spirit that resides within. There is no where that Justin Trudeau can go where he is not mocked and thought of as an idiot. He was a good puppet, but with his handlers hand removed, he is left lifeless, purposeless, and devoid of value in a world where mercenaries are spent and cashed in, one after the next, until they fade out of sight, never to be seen again. What a desperate waste of humanity.
People are waking up, as the expression goes. People are sick and wondering why, and other people are telling them, and they are finally listening. Truth cannot be buried, at least, not for long. Jesus resurrected, Truth incarnate, in three days, from the grave, and these facts give people like you and me, hope that no matter what the murderously wicked have plotted and planned, they will forever be outmatched by the Author of life.
Tuesday, June 17, 2025
Conflict Resolution
WARNING: long read ahead with some chastising mixed in for good measure.
Lies, they have a way of wreaking havoc externally, and ultimately, internally.
Sunday, June 15, 2025
Sickos - If Only
Doctors are amongst the sickest people in the world. I type this morning realizing I am experiencing extreme angst, something so unhealthy that my soul is unsettled.
I have her perfume: it's called Poison. Who would name a perfume Poison? I forget it is there. This morning I spotted the blood red jar and lifted the lid. I drew the bottle under my nostrils and inhaled. There she was: my sister's signature scent brought me to her. I dreamt about her recently. We embraced for a very long time as I wept. The holding, the pulling her close, was for me. I wasn't trying to help or heal her, I just held her and she hugged me tenderly too. I needed that.
I know people are still doing it, getting injected while they face myriad, strange, and incurable illnesses. What was that thriller movie called, the one where the psychopathic killer came at his victim, knife raised, while they were showering? Ya, that is how I see what is happening. Psychopathic poison pushers stand poised and ready to inject, while unbeknownst to the patients, they await their death stabbing.
In my late twenties, I had an ear infection. I was on antibiotics, and the more of them I took, the worse I felt, but I thought they were supposed to make me feel better. Under this uneducated belief, I took a middle of the night dose hoping to be cured of the lousy feeling that was taking over my entire body. In the morning, when I flicked on the bathroom light and saw my face and neck, I was shocked to see welts. Not knowing what caused the raised, red, angry looking welts, my former husband and I went off to emergency to discover, I had broken out in hives as a reaction to something in the antibiotics. Lesson learned.
Some people learn from other people's mistakes, some people learn from their own, and some people never learn. I wonder, if the majority of people fall heavily into the, some people never learn category. To be forewarned is to be forearmed: alas, individuals have lost their senses, meaning they are not only not reading the room, they are not reading the signs of the times.
In common parlance, instincts, a sixth sense, trusting your gut, following intuition, means there is an inner knowing of danger, or of what is to come. When you and I know there is danger, it behooves us to fight it if it is in our face, or to move quickly away for self-preservation. It appears to me that this switch of knowing has been permanently flicked to off - instead of second guessing strangers and the dangers they bring with them, people trust as though their lives depend upon it. My God in heaven, people trust other people, as though their lives depend upon them, to keep them from harm, and to preserve them too.
Christians speak of discernment. It is the gift of God's voice, the sweetest steering and clearing voice one can ever silently hear. If only ... If only people cocked one ear heavenward and shut their big as a bass mouths, and listened to HIM ... if only.
Periodically I watch television with my mother and son. Drugs with all their side-effect warnings are commercialized, one after the next, getting so much air time that one would have to be an utter idiot not to notice that the very drugs being pushed, are poisonous too, and while the suggestion is that they may cure one problem, they cause so many more that to take them, is to put one's life in jeopardy. Some of the ads have gorgeous people doing fun and fabulous things ... the unspoken proposition, is: If you suffer from this or that condition, you need a certain drug in order to continue your active and delightful lifestyle. That is what the public bought: the lie that life will be long, that they will prosper, and they will not have to think about their health, if only ... if they just ... take this, and accept that, and Do as I say, and all will be well with you.
God did this first, dear reader. He effectively said, Do this, and Don't do that, and all will be well with you. The Israelites didn't listen to him, preferring to pick their poisons as suggested by the devil, and to hell with the side-effects, the co-lateral damage, the carnage, illness and death of the soul, it would cause. To this point, we have causation: sinning causes soul sickness; trusting wicked wacko strangers with your health and wellness causes body ailments that rot and kill wholesome God made tissue. That is what we are taking about, dear one. Peace with God is life, and peace with the world is a selling of the soul. Disobedience to his commandments is the equivalent of backing up into the dagger that is poised to enter into your back, or running toward the blade aimed at your heart .... or going to a pharmacy or to your doctor for your next, in-the-arm-injection.
Thus saith the LORD; Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, and maketh flesh his arm, and whose heart departeth from the LORD. For he shall be like the heath in the desert, and shall not see when good cometh; but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a salt land and not inhabited. Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit (Jeremiah 17:5-8)
I see people as the walking dead when they do not know Jesus as their Saviour. It is as plain as day to me because I am one of his creatures, not just because he formed and shaped me, but because I not only hear his voice, I listen for it, attune my ears and long to hear, and I have the gift to discern the times. While the sun is shining, there is darkness in humanity as they rush early to their graves. How horrifying it is, to witness this strange en masse agreement to assisted self-murder.
It is father's day, and I can only think of one Good Father, that ought to be spoken of frequently and with reverence. He is the Good Shepherd, provider for the flock, and he wants none to be lost, wandering, bruised and bleeding. It pains me greatly to hear and see the suffering, knowing there is an answer that is not even considered in these desperate days of drugs and botox, vaping, fornicating and drinking. Godlessness has turned people and their poison pushers into sickos, and today my angst is tangible with this knowing.
I end with this suggestion. Do not forfeit your life, dear reader, for emptiness, for hollow and shallow promises of pleasure that are fleeting and injurious to your being. To live, is Christ, and nothing else with suffice ... If only I could inject this truth into all that I meet, into all that read these words; if only.