Wednesday, May 18th, 2022
Dear Freedom Friends,
I began writing this substack on Monday morning. It was a rough morning, and not for any specific reason so much as a collection of reasons that chose that particular rainy/sunny weekend to land on my shoulders.
Primarily, I am a positive person (ask any of my friends), but I’m still human and sometimes, the world gets me down. Such was my mental & emotional state on Monday as I walked through Capitol Hill (near Seattle) waiting for my son to finish his morning classes at the local college.
My left knee is recovering from whatever craziness happened to it back in November, 2021, and I’m not anywhere near 100%. So, as I slowly walked through the neighborhood, I stopped to bend my knees, with my hands on the ground. Sandaled feet passed me on the left, then stopped. I looked up into the bright, friendly (maskless) face of a young asian woman with a beautiful lavender-colored flower in her left hand.
She asked if I was okay, I replied that I was and thank you, and she moved on with a smile and a nod.
I had received a gift. A reminder. A nudge from the Universe to not forget that gentleness is at the core of many (perhaps most) people. I stood and crossed the road, attracted to an old brick building. Looking up, I saw this sign:
It wasn’t Thursday and it wasn’t 12noon, but it was a perfect moment to pause, and so I sat down on these steps and reflected upon my gift, as I allowed ease into my body, mind and soul.
Within a minute, a man came walking down the sidewalk. He looked down at a few bits of trash dropped into the greenery along the edge of this building, leaned down to pick them up, and nodded at me as he continued on his way.
Another gift. Yes, in three minutes, I had received three gifts — three invitations — to allow the positive, the beautiful and the kind into my view of this world we all live in.
I’m in the city, mind you. Trash on the side of the road is normative. The rat race is endemic to city living. And, who hasn’t heard stories of people lying, injured, on the side of a busy street as people whiz past, assuming someone else will stop to help? Yet, there I was. Surrounded by the exact opposite of all three of these things.
The man who’d picked up the trash returned. He volunteers as a gardener at what I learned was the All Pilgrims Church. I asked what that meant? How did this church dileneate itself from other Christian churches? He said, “We are all pilgrims, because Jesus loved everyone.”
We chatted a bit. He invited me into the entry garden patio and we talked plants. Then, as he locked up and I settled down to pause and reflect, he said, “We’re going to give out free coffee at the corner, I just want you to know.” Why? I asked, confused at his meaning. “A lot of homeless people will be showing up and I didn’t want you to worry or feel uncomfortable,” he said.
I smiled. “My Dad chose to live homeless in his car for almost a year, to save up enough money to follow me to Reno, Nevada when I was nine. People are homeless for a lot of reasons, and I don’t make assumptions.”
He nodded, and we soon moved on to a conversation about Reagan’s decision to eliminate state-funded institutions for the mentally ill who make up a huge percentage of today’s homeless population. That led naturally to the problems with mental institutions, as humans can rarely handle power over another person with respect, honor or grace.
Who can forget, “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest?”
The conversation moved on, as the man remarked on his distrust of the elite class and Elon Musk “going on joyrides in space and wasting millions on social media platforms.” I acknowledged his concerns, then I asked if he’d seen the documentary about Space X? He hadn’t, so soon we were chatting about Elon Musk’s Space X project (and the culture of “useful errors” that allowed Space X to tackle problems the world’s leading governmental space programs didn’t dream of attempting — and succeeding!). I asked next what he knew about Twitter. Nothing but rumors, he said. So, I explained about Twitter’s egregious censorship and Elon’s goal of bringing freedom back to the platform. Slowly, his perceptions grew more nuanced and his attitude shifted.
As we shared new and interesting stories and perspectives with one another, locals would walk by or sit down on the steps. My new gardener friend greeted each one by name, offering them a cigarette (if he knew they smoked) and asking after their day or their week. Everyone who came for a cup of coffee was happy, polite and gentle. Which is not always the case with humans in general, and even less so for those experiencing the confusions and frustrations of mental illness.
Yet, this morning was filled with a bevy of gentle, kind moments. Humanity was on display, at its best, under the golden light of morning sun and a soft blue sky. Exactly the balm I needed, at that moment.
It is now two days later, and I am managing to avoid feeling overwhelmed by the illness of a dear, dear, dear friend and family member. When I feel my body tighten up, my diaprahm forget to take breath, and my heart begin to ache…I remember that we have no control over the challenges we will meet in this life. But, we do have some level of influence and responsibility for how we respond.
Just a few days ago, a good friend from the People’s Convoy called me up to have a chat about the current Roe vs Wade Supreme Court situation. I think he knew I would bring a different perspective to the conversation, but that I would do so with respect for his perspective and sure enough…it was a beautiful phone call, filled with shared new ideas and ah-ha moments. A shift in attitude.
Another gift. Another reminder. Another invitation to feel gratitude.
Which is how I feel every time I remember that — I’m now immune to Covid.
Yes!! My uninjected eldest son and husband caught Covid in August 2021, my 2x-injected 73 year old Mother caught Covid 6 weeks ago, my uninjected youngest son and I caught Covid 2.5 weeks ago and our 3x-injected housemate caught it from us!
(1) we are all fine
(2) my eldest son, my husband and my Mom were all perfectly symptom free and healthy while spending many, unmasked hours a day with my youngest and I while we were actively sick!
Meaning…as of today…the whole family (and housemate) are truly immune!!!!
If you’re curious, I (aged 49) was on HCQ and mostly felt tired for 10 days. Least sick of the whole group! My youngest son (aged 20) was not on any therapeutics and he was sick in bed with fever, headache and body aches, followed by a week of frequent naps! Our housemate (aged 33) was not on any therapeutics and she had headaches, fever and body aches for five days, followed by a brisk recovery.
As of today…we are all feeling great! No lingering issues & a whole lotta gratitude!
Read this report on myriad studies (recently published in The Lancet) to discover the growing evidence of effective and likely long-term protection conferred by natural immunity (and warnings against vaccination of naturally immune individuals due to increased risk of adverse events).
PSSST! Please click on that link! A lot of my readers skip the links, but this one is a must read. Right now, Legacy Media is awash in fear-mongering and doubt-creation as they desperately try to deny the power of natural immunity. Let information and knowledge be your shield!
Today, I hope to leave you with a GIFT of my own, and a REMINDER that we — The People — truly ARE much closer to one another in common goals and values than the divisive legacy media and elite power players want us to know.
But first: why would anyone hide such a beautiful truth? I believe it is because, if and when WE unite — us beautiful, salt of the Earth, common folk — the elite’s grip around our necks will be broken, their yoke thrown off, and we will finally set ourselves truly free from tyranny and oppression. And that, the extreme elite globalists simply cannot abide.
As a Berniecrat, Liberal, Progressive, Pro-Choice (in the doctor’s office, no matter the medical decision being made), agnostic woman…many in the People’s Convoy met me with surprise! Eyebrows were raised, eyes widened and questions immediately flew my way. The outcome was a series of incredible, powerful and beautiful conversations that cast doubt upon presumptions of difference and added fascinating, new ideas to both participants of the conversation. DIVERSITY ROCKS!
So, here is my gift for you. Yes, you! The person reading this sentence right now.
If you’re familiar with the Legacy Media Narratives, you may assume that a conservative American could never agree on anything with a self-proclaimed socialist. Right? OR, you may believe that a socialist is a mini-Soros? Perhaps a self-proclaimed socialist fully supports the cast of characters who are behind efforts to use Covid as a springboard for the Great Reset?
But, what if this were not the case?
What if…some of your greatest allies are hard-working men and women, just like yourself, who see the BS and are speaking out against it? What if…those you perceive as opponents are the greatest allies you could ever ask for?
I invite you to expand the scope of your search for allies. In the necessary and vital fight to preserve human rights, liberty and freedom of choice — we need everyone! Only by coming together can we prevent the ever-rapacious elite class from achieving supreme power — a goal it forever covets.
So, here is my challenge to you:
Read this letter, sent by a May Day participant to the World Socialist Web Site!
And, comment below. Share your thoughts. Tell us all how you feel.
I do NOT align myself with the socialist agenda. Not at all. Yet, I have been surprised to see vast similarities between myself and libertarians, conservatives, Berniecrats and now…socialists! What does this mean?
As the miniscule elite class squeezes harder and harder…
Perhaps we will discover our commonality amidst our diversity?
Perhaps we are becoming an amalgam of truly free people?
Perhaps we are becoming stronger under pressure?
Perhaps we are being sharpened by struggle?
Perhaps we will emerge better for it?
A personal moment
I am changed and recharged by your writing. I agree/disagree sentence by phrase by thought. Just as you described your day : I felt it. I decided to share it with one group or another according to my understanding of whether they would agree. Realizing your intent I will share it . Let’s get after the business of healing ❤️🩹