We got Zombed!

I can't take you seriously

I was making a note and then it got too long, so now I’m here.

Someone posted this quote and it transported me right back in time to the time of the fake scammy-mc-demic where the upside down world removed its veil.

Nothing makes me sadder to witness, or want to throw up in my mouth, than seeing people in a mask, and a close second is the use of pronouns. In 2020, I became sad and depressed because of the coldness, dehumanization and inability to communicate with people suffocated by horror-movie-esque face coverings that were the ultimate act of self-hatred and blind compliance. Deep down everyone knew this was not for their well-being, yet the justification of pretending to “save grandma” removed all reason and logic. I was irrational for wanting to breathe freely, go figure?

Those same people now list their ponouns to keep the false virtue signaling on display digitally. It’s easy to see who goes along to get along by an email signature and a social media bio, or as I call Bile-O (sorry, not sorry…insert shoulder shrug emoji here).

I’m not trying to be mean, I have deep compassion for those caught in the trap and can’t walk out….for those trying to survive the rat race, do right for their family, for those unsure what to do…it’s a shit show and navigating it is the wild-wild-west for everyone.

…Now they want people to register their chickens for a fake bird-flu. (uh, no).

…And chip your pets for a non-existent threat that then might cause cancer later in that same spot where the chiparoo (or quacksine) was injected.

…And I can’t even talk about what they do to moms and babies at the docking station of the doctor’s little shop of horrors (but they care about you so much and want to keep you safe… $$$).

…Too many things to list…onward.

The masking of 2020 was something I could-not-did-not participate in and speaking out about it didn’t gain me any favor. From the history of masking to the micro-expressions needed for clear comunication, to the common sense of the importance of breathing, how could anyone have thought it was a good idea?

It reminded me of mummies in the way the medical masks have fabric layers that looked like the dead had risen and it sure as hell wasn’t spiritual in the sense of “rising” or “ascending.” The shocking part was people somehow managed to look up from the phone long enough to yell, like children tattling on one another, for not suffocating yourself…like everyone else….because someone said so…because that’s what’s “in” as the new fad.

If the Cranberries had sang “Zombie” after 2020 the images they used probably would have included modern day compliance to the Religion of Government and the God of Science…I mean Silence…I mean Psyence….I mean…(you get it ,right?)

I can’t take anyone seriously that uses pronouns and/or masks because it shows disdain to the true self, to nature…it feels icky in my bones, sickening in my gut and sad in my heart. I learned that I can’t really help change anyone’s mind, each are walking their own path, but I can choose to surround myself with people who try not to self harm or put on displays of false virtue signaling, either consciously or unconsciously.

Listening to people try to talk through those coverings/veils/rags/symbols was hard enough, but the visual felt like torture to me, like all of the humaness inside humanity was sucked into a black hole for a time. I suspect there is a lot more psychological trauma from this than is talked about openly or yet to reveal itself.

It wouldn’t have broken my heart so much if I didn’t care, but now a whole new level of fake has been normalized as “good.”

Pronouns are stupid. A cat would never list itself as a cat, because they are intelligent, instinctive, living creatures…but humans, well, they are here to clown around it seems. Our species is far more gullible than most animals who are in touch with their wildness, with what is natural (except dogs are gullible too, and equally, to a fault).

Every day I ask myself where I can find the humor in it all, as well as un-wrap my own metaphysical masks that I can’t see or that blind me from seeing something more clearly.

Do I love and care about humanity, heck yes…can I take anyone seriously while they are wearing a mask or highlighting their pronouns, heck, no…and that’s just the truth. I suspect I’m not alone.

I hope we never repeat this madness, but we all should know by now how great people are at repeating history.

The whole world got zombed, the invisible bombing through the frequency of convincing marketing, mayhem and malicious magick.

Now the masks may be off, but many of those faces are still wrapped up and mummified to the phone, the news/noose, the distractions, the loosh.

I said it then and I’ll say it now… smiles, what we need are more smiles, more teeth showing, more glimmers of hope, more words that are dope, more reasons to dance beneath the starry strobe, more nope, less woke, more soul, less control.

If they “really” believed in their own behavior and were acting by choice, they wouldn’t expect me to lose my autonomy and well-being to appease the illusion of safety….and it is an illusion. Deep down, I know that no one would have chosen it if they weren’t highly influenced and manipulated by fear, and for that I extend loving compassion.

I’m thankful for the mummies that walked the streets and grocery store isles (in the direction the arrows commanded, of course). I’m thankful for being shown what I do not want. I’m thankful for the experiences to grow a stronger backbone.

I’ve shared some of my stories from the past four years and I love hearing other’s, too.

My wish is for us all to document these days to help the rebels of the future see through the haze, through the fake. We must do this because at the same time the fake history is being written and programmed into A.I. in real time.

Let us un-mummify ourselves from this never-ending maze, find our true selves so our voices can be heard clear as day, so the numbing glaze is removed from our gaze and our eyes can feel the sun’s rays beaming down in a glorious blaze…right on our face (as living men and women, not a pronoun on display).

Humanity, you are something else…we don’t all have to like each other to love…we don’t have to agree…but need to comprehend the importance of giving one another the freedom to experience life in its fullness, free as a dove.

I’m sure I have invisible scars from witnessing and being thrown inside the mass formation psychosis of the Branch Covidian mind-virus and its many tentacles that have since become part of our “reality,” but I’m making peace with it all and I know the clowns will again be called….until then….remember to smile and dance and hug…find a way to love…and make sure you do not get zombed.

With Love and Liberty,

Angela
The Irrational Sage