“Fy! Fly! About with your ship and fly! Row, row, row for your lives away from this accursed shore. This is the Island where Dreams come true.” C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
I started my last essay, The Bloodsuckers, with this statement and I will say it again—and again and again because we must never forget:
October 29, 2021. The date the United States authorized Big Pharma’s mass experimentation on our children. The date the FDA authorized Pfizer’s COVID gene therapy “vaccine” for children 5 to 11. It all starts next week with CDC clearance. They just can’t wait another minute.
And sure enough, it did start. We now have a new date.
As of Wednesday night, November 10, 2021, close to 1 million American children ages 5 to 11 have been injected with the COVID mRNA vaccine.
The plan has worked. The goal has been achieved. Everything that was inflicted upon ordinary citizens over the past two years; the lockdowns, the masks, the unrest in the streets, the travel restrictions, the shortages, the climate hysteria, has led us to this monumental moment.
With the help of politicians and media slaves, parents across the Western world have been convinced to offer up their children on the altar of Big Pharma. The majority of parents haven’t even needed coercion. They are doing it willingly. Eagerly, in fact.
Across the United States, the injections are rolling out with the efficiency that has made us such a great nation. As one example, Minnesota has set up 1,100 vaccination sites. In just one of those locations, the Mall of America, 1,500 children can be vaccinated in a single day. Imagine, day after day this will happen, relentlessly, until the job is done.
“…it’s going to give millions of American parents peace of mind,” Joe Biden assured us at a virtual fundraiser.
And so it has.
Posts like this on social media express how parents feel:
And below, a smiling child excitedly saying, “Finally!” Good job, little superhero! Now we can really hug.
Those of us who find what’s happening horrific, can scream our dismay on social media. We can prove our point with charts and graphs and data. We can post evidence of athletes and celebrities collapsing, of children suffering from myocarditis. We can site studies showing masks are useless, the vaccines are ineffective. We can remind everyone how Pfizer lied and hid data to skew its trials. We can go on and on and on….
A year ago anyone making such objections would have been silenced. No longer. Why? Because it doesn’t matter anymore. Even if the vaccine is proved a failure, they have still succeeded.
The children have been enslaved. And the parents sold them.
Of course there are parents who do not want this to happen, but they are not the majority. Anyway, what choice do they have if they want to keep their jobs and their children in school; the peace in their neighborhoods or even the peace with their own children who are now coming home from school insisting they want to be vaccinated, too.
Mom, everyone else has it.
How clueless are the psychiatrists, the therapists when they say, “Children are resilient, wearing masks won’t damage them.” Or when parents proudly say, “My child likes wearing a mask,” or “My child wants the vaccine.”
Of course they do. Kids want to fit in. They want to be good little warriors.
Even my four year old grandson, who is in the only preschool in my daughter’s area that doesn’t require masks, is talking about how he wants to wear one. He sees the older kids in the elementary school wearing them. He looks up to those kids, he wants to be like them. For my grandson, wearing a mask means he’s graduated to being one of the cool kids.
How does a parent fight against that?
You can fight against a clear enemy, an army attacking your land, an intruder in your home. But this enemy is subtle and seductive, having accomplished what a few years ago would have seemed like something out of a horror movie: The enslavement of our children to the gods of this world.
We adults represent the last connection to the Old Ways. Our children bridge the gap between reality and the virtual world. Once we are gone, that connection will die with us. The children of the future will live and breathe the metaverse. Reality will have become the illusion.
I cannot emphasize enough: buy an old dictionary. Buy a Bible, or other religious texts that are of your tradition. Buy books, actual books that you and your children can hold in your hands to remind you of what is real. Because the written word is forever. It cannot be altered. That is why books are banned and burned.
The CDC’s definition of vaccine used to be: “a product that stimulates a person’s immune system to produce immunity to a specific disease, protecting the person from that disease.”
It is now: “A preparation that is used to stimulate the body’s immune response against diseases.”
There is no more promise of protection. Perhaps one day any reference to a body’s immune system will disappear completely. Our great grandchildren will have no knowledge that such a truth ever existed.
When I went to live in Bolivia for a few months I was vaccinated against Yellow Fever. It’s a deadly disease and I gladly got the one shot that assured me of protection.
Imagine if even after vaccination I was told I could still get sick. It would be ludicrous. Unlike COVID, Yellow Fever is extremely dangerous.
When you get vaccinated against Yellow Fever this is what you are assured of:
A safe and effective yellow fever vaccine has been available for more than 80 years. A single dose provides lifelong protection for most people. The vaccine is a live, weakened form of the virus given as a single shot. Vaccine is recommended for people aged 9 months or older and who are traveling to or living in areas at risk for yellow fever virus in Africa and South America.
Nothing even remotely as reassuring can be said about the COVID-19 vaccine.
Since the COVID shot did not do what a vaccine is supposed to do, they simply changed the definition of the word “vaccine.” And because they changed it, people believed it to be so.
This is why the written word is so powerful. And so dangerous.
It is not by accident that the first words in the New Testament are “In the Beginning was the Word. And the Word was with God. And the Word was God”
It is not by accident that the three major religions of the world, Christianity, Islam and Judaism are founded on the power of the Word.
It is not by accident that these religions command their followers to not make “graven images.” I was raised that it was wrong to pray to or worship before images of Christ or saints. That was what pagans did. While the Israelites waited for Moses to come down from the mountain with the 10 Commandments, they fashioned a golden calf and worshipped it. When Moses saw it, he was so angry, he smashed the tablet upon which the commandments were written.
The very meaning of our constitution is in danger when our president, speaking to Wired magazine, said that no amendment is “absolute,” suggesting that our freedoms guaranteed under the Bill of Rights are open to interpretation, at the whim of any tyrant.
With conscious intent, our leaders have set the example that you can say one thing one day and the opposite the next. There is no more foundation of truth. We stand on quicksand and every moment we sink further down into a mire of uncertainty.
The overlords knew full well they could not gain complete control without convincing people that there is no absolute truth. There are only interpretations. There is no male or female. Equality turns into equity. Like the photo below illustrates, “the dude on the left is a brave woman and the woman on the right is a white supremacist.”
I must clarify that my writing is not a judgement on how anyone chooses to live their life. That is not my place. The guy on the left can say he “identifies” as a woman. He can dress like one and call himself Dr. Rachel Levine. That is his right. But saying certain words does not change reality. He is not a woman. He is a man.
Winsome Sears, an ex-marine, is not a White Supremacist. She is not a “black mouth” with “white ideas.” Saying that she is does not make it so.
In Rand Paul’s questioning of Levine at her nomination hearing, referring sex change in minors to genital mutilation, he asked: “Dr. Levine, do you believe that minors are capable of making such a life changing decision as changing one’s sex?”
Levine never gave a direct answer because the woke do not think they need to. Levine just repeated over and over: “Transgender medicine is a very complex and nuanced field with robust research and standards of care that have been developed.” Yada yada.
This monster, because that’s what this person is—a monster—believes that children should be given puberty blockers that will forever alter them. Even though they are not old enough to make such decisions. Monsters like Levine know full well that by injecting children with these drugs, they are turning them into life-long slaves of Big Pharma.
A non-binary assistant professor at Old Dominion University named Allyn Walker is trying to normalize the term MAP (Minor Attracted Persons). Walker wrote a book about it called The Long, Dark Shadow: Minor-Attracted People and Their Pursuit of Dignity.
No. The actual word is pedophilia, not MAP. Here is the definition:
Sexual perversion in which children are the preferred sex object. A psychiatric disorder in which an adult has sexual fantasies about or engages in sexual acts with a prepubescent child.
Better buy that dictionary fast before the word pedophilia disappears altogether.
If this seems a little fringe for you (it isn’t), there is one example above all else that illustrates how chillingly unreal reality has become. I urge you to listen to Rand Paul’s latest questioning of Dr. Fauci where he accuses Fauci of “changing ‘the gain-of-function’ definition.
On Oct. 20, the NIH removed the section from its website that provided a broad definition of gain of function research as “a type of research that modifies a biological agent so that it confers new or enhanced activity to that agent.” It was replaced with a definition that discusses “enhanced potential pandemic pathogen” research, which it defined as “research that may be reasonably anticipated to create, transfer or use potential pandemic pathogens resulting from the enhancement of a pathogen’s transmissibility and/or virulence in humans.”
Paul accused Fauci and the NIH of “defining away gain of function,” stating that words and their meanings don’t simply cease to exist “because you change the definition” on the site.
Isn’t it important to find out the truth of how this virus came to inflict us? Not according to Dr. Fauci.
Dr. Kevin Esfelt, assistant professor at MIT and the Inventor of CRISPIR Gene Technology has stated that “Gain of Function research looks like a gamble that civilization can’t afford to risk.”
Yet, Fauci can sit there and lie before the Senate with that smug look on his face. The research continues. The money keeps pouring in. And what does Fauci do? He goes on Sesame Street, to the delight of children and their parents, and says insane things like:
“I went to the North Pole myself and vaccinated Santa Claus.”
Forget every wonderful Christmas story you have ever read, forget a Christmas Carol, where Scrooge learns the meaning of giving instead of taking. Forget the actual Christmas story, where Jesus was born in a lowly manger and grew up to sacrifice his life on a cross so humanity could be saved from sin.
The real savior is Anthony Fauci. Children can sleep easy on Christmas Eve, knowing new I-pads and I-phones will be waiting for them beneath the Christmas tree.
Parents will no doubt be excited to find out what scientists have in store for their children next. An Invisible Quantum Dot ‘Tattoo’ has been developed to ID vaccinated kids. According to a Scientific American story, the project came about following a direct request from Microsoft founder Bill Gates himself, who funded the research in collaboration with MIT, backed by the United Nations and the Rockefeller Foundation.
In the future, when children are vaccinated, they will be “injected with a dye that is invisible to the naked eye but easily seen with a special cell-phone filter, combined with an app that shines near-infrared light onto the skin. The dye lasts up to five years, according to tests on pig and rat skin and human skin in a dish.”
“Such a system of recording medical information must be extremely discreet and acceptable to the person whose health information is being recorded and his or her family,” says Mark Prausnitz, a bioengineering professor at the Georgia Institute of Technology
Acceptable?
Wait, there is no mention of tattooing adults. Only children. But children are not capable of making decisions like this. Once again, their parents will give consent. Their children will be branded like cattle and become products of the State.
China has been collecting people’s DNA for years. With over 80 million health profiles, China has the largest DNA database in the world.
We throw up our hands in horror and say, shame on China. But the truth is, just like gain of function research, we in the West know this is happening and we allow it. Sending questionable research off to China means we can hypocritically absolve ourselves of guilt while still reaping the rewards of the products that are produced.
The intersection of biotechnology and artificial intelligence promises untold opportunities for the extension of life—not for you and me but for the elite. The vastness of the human genome all but requires AI and machine learning to point the way for CRISPR-related advances in therapeutics or enhancement, something I’ve discussed in previous essays.
And as I’ve also talked about in previous essays, this all started with The Human Genome Project (HGP). “The HGP was an inward voyage of discovery led by an international team of researchers looking to sequence and map all of the genes — together known as the genome — of members of our species, Homo sapiens. The HGP gave us the ability, for the first time, to read nature’s complete genetic blueprint for building a human being.”
Look at this baby. Does it seem at all human? Do you see it smile? Yes, I think that’s a smile. But what is a smile? How does a robot make a real smile? How does an AI become human? This baby was developed by researchers at UC San Diego who were investigating the question of why babies and mothers smile. How much did that cost?
You can dissect a body. You can decode the human genome. But you cannot put joy into a test tube. You cannot turn love into a mathematical equation. These are mysteries that we will never “solve.” The pure joy of a sunrise. What makes it beautiful? Why does it inspire in one person a symphony while in another a painting? We feel it instinctually but we cannot define it.
Surely, the gods rationalize, if we can be dissected right down to our genetic makeup and no “spirit” is found, then there is no reason to feel bad about redefining the meaning of “human” as something less than “transhuman.”
Scientists want to build bases on Mars out of human blood. How fitting that we call it the Red Planet. One day it could well be steeped in the blood of humans.
Led by Aled D. Roberts, a research scientist at the University of Manchester, there is a study that seeks to cut costs on human trips to Mars by treating astronauts as just another onsite resource.
Humans are a “significant, but chronically overlooked, source of natural resources” Roberts says. This research estimates that a crew of Martian astronauts could produce about 500 kilograms (1,100 pounds) of “blood bricks” or “AstroCrete” as it is called, within a two year period, providing an ongoing source of construction material for long-duration missions to Mars.”
“Other in-situ human resources, such as hair and nails (keratin), dead skin cells (collagen), mucus, urine and human feces could also be exploited for their material properties on early extraterrestrial colonies,” Roberts team said.
There is just one drawback: harvesting the bodies of the astronauts could jeopardize their health. Do you imagine the scientists have some sort of moral biometer telling them therefore that this should not continue?
Certainly not.
If you thought there was a hierarchy before, just wait until humans are grown like cattle so that their skin and hair and blood can be harvested to make buildings for the transhumans. I seem to recall something like that happening in Germany, when the Nazis extracted resources such as the gold from the teeth of those they burned in the ovens.
I was with my sister when she died of breast cancer. She battled cancer and the poisonous chemicals they injected into her for six years. The only good thing about her death was that it stopped her suffering. She died too young, leaving behind a husband, a son and a daughter. She did not go easily. Sometimes she despaired. “What will my children remember of me?” she would ask. She didn’t want their only memories to be of her weak and sick. And so, I promised to tell them stories of their mother. Of when we were young, the adventures that we had.
A few years after her death, I took my daughter and my niece to the Swiss village of Echendens and showed them the castle where my sister and I had lived as children. Together, we walked up the winding stone staircase of the central tower. I told them how Janna and I imagined Merlin was held captive in the dungeons and we had to find a way to set him free; of how we were sure the son of Madame Franco, the old lady who owned the castle, was plotting her murder so he could inherit the property; of so many wild and crazy things we did.
As I sat with my sister in her last hours, I saw how the blood was hardly flowing, settling in the lowest extremities. How her body was gone from her. But her eyes, ah, those green eyes that had once flashed in her youth with such defiance, still shone with light. When she could no longer speak, or move, her eyes still shone. And when at last the blood ceased to flow, her eyes stayed open, looking out at the world, desperately drinking it in until the last moment. When her spirit left her body, her eyes stayed open. Only now the life was gone. The light went out.
As Othello said of Desdemona, “Put out the light, and then again, put out the light.”
Without a doubt, I saw my sister’s spirit leave her body that day. The light was there. And then it wasn’t. A mystery none of us can ever understand. For to know the mystery of life would make us God. And that, we can never be.
The gods of this earth think otherwise. They search obsessively for that knowledge, fearing that the machines they are creating will become more intelligent than they are.
Elon Musk says artificial intelligence is ‘potentially more dangerous than nukes.’ His observation in a tweet that he “Hopes we’re not just the biological boot loader for digital superintelligence” could not be more astute.
On the other hand, futurist and artificial intelligence expert Ray Kurzweil has said that, “In my view, biological humans will not be outpaced by the AIs because they (we) will enhance themselves (ourselves) with AI. It will not be us versus the machines … but rather, we will enhance our own capacity by merging with our intelligent creations.”
And this, right here, is the crux of the matter. The reason, as I mentioned at the beginning, for everything that has happened over the last two years. The reason why it will keep on happening. The reason why injecting millions of children with an experimental mRNA vaccine is such an important milestone.
Because if they can convince parents to do this to their children, they can convince them to do anything. From now on, the gods know they have free reign to experiment all they want on children.
In C. S. Lewis’s book, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, the heroes of the story are sailing to the ends of the earth on a grand adventure. Along the way, they come upon the Island where Dreams Come True.
Everyone on the ship is excited. This, surely, is a wondrous place that they must explore! As they look out into the fog surrounding the island, making it impossible to see but a few feet ahead, they realize there is a man flailing about in the water. They rescue the man and when the sailors eagerly ask him about the island, the man responds thus:
“Fly! Fly! About with your ship and fly! Row, row, row for your lives away from this accursed shore. This is the Island where Dreams come true.”
“That’s the island I’ve been looking for this long time,” said one of the sailors. “I reckon I’d find I was married to Nancy if we landed here.”
“And I’d find Tom alive again,” said another.
“Fools!” said the man, stamping his foot with rage. “That is the sort of talk that brought me here, and I’d better have been drowned or never born. Do you hear what I say? This is where dreams–dreams, do you understand–come to life, come real. Not daydreams: dreams.”
There was about half a minute’s silence and then, with a great clatter of armor, the whole crew were tumbling down the main hatch as quick as they could and flinging themselves on the oars to row as they had never rowed before; and Drinian was swinging round the tiller, and the boatswain was giving out the quickest stroke that had ever been heard at sea. For it had taken everyone just that half-minute to remember certain dreams they had had–dreams that make you afraid of going to sleep again.
It is a nightmarish world when everything we thought was true becomes an illusion. When words change or disappear completely. When everything we thought was good and right is swept away.
It all started with such a seemingly innocuous undertaking. The State changed the meaning of a few words. At the same time, they convinced the populous that dreams were better than reality. After all, reality is frightening. In dreams, we can create the plot and be anything or anyone we choose.
Lies.
The overlords think they control the narrative. But with all their knowledge, they are still as ignorant as ever. Without a doubt, a monk meditating in isolation on a mountaintop knows more about truth and the mysteries of the universe than they do.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn wrote that “our world is rent asunder by those same old cave-age of greed, envy, lack of control, mutual hostility which have picked up in passing respectable pseudonyms like class struggle, radical conflict, struggle of the masses, trade unions disputes.”
The power of words—new words and new meanings.
Buy that dictionary and keep it close. Hold on to your religious texts. One day your great grandchild might find them in a dusty attic, take them out and read them anew.
In the beginning was the Word. And so it will be forever.
