A rant of mine...

on another's feed that just got brought back to me....

Fortunately it was sweetly welcomed. And I got a kick out of reading it again. . . so here goes:

From the beginning of this I was plugged into folks like Thomas Cowan and Andrew Kaufman, through Kelly Brogan and Sayer Ji. I listened to docs on the frontline speak to how death certificates were being used to pump up numbers of 'virus' deaths. I've listened to 'germ theory' be put in it's place. I've listen to Zach Bush speak to the human body being more virus and bacteria naturally than anything else. I've done my own healing work using my voice and breath to shift pain. I've learned to sing and riff and play. And yeah sometimes I sound awful and I'm likely just screaming. But I can't do anything unless I'm willing to really suck at it. I don't medicate in any way, ever. Well... a little refined sugar sneaks into my diet on the rare, much to my regret. Everything is fear based. Everything is eat this, eat that. Take this supplement, take that one. Isolation will kill you. You won't live long without touch. (And if you're a woman the blah blah blah is endless and toxic) You can't go here or do that without a jab. Why aren't you thinking of others? You're going to die! I've negotiated a brutal divorce with a sneaky bully. I've lost my kids, which shreds my heart on the daily. I know lies, I know bullies, I know abuse. And yes I keep stepping in it cause it's so familiar and there are pieces I need to work through endlessly. For one person to have my back would be such a gift. (other than me that is!) And no I'm not sitting on a shelf waiting to be purchased. (And I've slapped a lot of folks, in my mind, who think that's the thing) And yeah, I'm going to die, but right now I'm going swimming (she said looking at the snow on the ground). Okay maybe a shape shifting adventure is more in order. (Thanks for reading my rant, if you did! Anything else murmuring around in my imagination I'll channel elsewhere.)