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M.....a. (MA knows this story)During the height of the COV2 pseudo crisis I had a decision to make; do I appease my extended family and most friends by succumbing to pressures to vaccinate or refuse and in-so-doing disrupt and potentially destroy my relationships with them? I refused and was later cut-off from my then 9 & 6 year old grandchildren by their covert narcissist mother in collusion with their mother's mother; my now ex-wife. Stabbed in the heart for upholding the truth. It's been over 14 months since being dislodged and I still haven't decided whether I have regrets. I can tell you the pain has not subsided.

I found it useful to apply my grief by writing something about the boys' mother. It's about severing.

“The Executioner “

Low, her song

Breathing out the verdict

Inhaling fumes of death

Learning to taste

Another tasteless taste

One hollow sense

Of being

Yet there is no sense

Informing her

No swollen feeling

So loose the chains

Are hers to her heart

Though matterless

They do matter

She had not conceived

My fall

Yet had perceived,

In a shorthand

For her own protection,

A longhand,

A cursive

For death

Of words that would challenge

The heartful

She has none

Does her head have

No back?

Depths for her

Have reached an abyss

In which for most; crushing

Pressure, she expands

Not unlike a liquid

Spilled on a floor;

Expansive,

Thin and shallow

Downward and outward

Settling, composed

As a mirror surface,

Silvered

One way glass

As is seen

This way from above

Is there nothing beneath?

Does a reflection have density?

Is it composed?

Is humanity conceivable

From here?

Is it shared? Even

From such a platform?

She, unattached

Will never, ever know

Following her own orders

She will execute

Knowing that though

The silver sheet is thin

Not even she can pull it back

Leaving a revelation beneath

For none to hear

None to see.

None to know.

Her heart pumps

But it doesn’t move

A paradox

That wounds

That kills

Unaware her plays are ploys

She sets the knives in readiness

And believes

They don’t exist

That they can’t run her through

As well, that on her silvered cutting board

She will never slip

Will never bleed.

Advancing then retreating

Time is not her friend in this;

An enterprise of removal

The remover inevitably becomes

The removed.

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Jane 333's avatar

I can explain the role of propaganda and how it has a physiological effect.

Fear is manufactured to bring the adrenals online. The adrenals manage emergencies.

Fight, flight, freeze are the responses. This is why cognitive dissonance occurs.

They can not assimilate new information when the adrenals are in the driver’s seat.

My article

How does salt restriction lead to heart dis-ease and fear based reactionary thinking?

Explains this in detail.

Get salty and out of adrenal control so new information can be pondered and explored.

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