I didn’t want to write this. But I’ve been feeling pushed and pulled. A great unsettling, as I’m sure many of have. And when I feel that way, lead to paper loosens tangles. Apologies for the length.
I’m used to being isolated. Life on a farm, away from civilization, mandates a certain level of comfort around being alone. I actually love my solitude. However, in the last week or two, a weird spinoff effect of this whole pandemic has come to a head.
I’m wondering if I’m alone in this or if y’all might be experiencing similar feelings/thoughts?
We’ve always lived on the fringe. We raised our daughters, now adults, away from western medicine. We homeschooled. We hunted. We hustled to secure raw milk, doing exchanges like we were doing coke deals in obscure parking lots. We bought meat direct from farmers when nobody was doing that. We ate meals based around animal foods when the world told us we’d drop dead from heart attacks. We didn’t eat sugar and paid the price of social pariah.
We stopped vaccinating after a severe vaccine reaction left our baby girl hospitalized, 27 years ago. We said no to pharmaceutical drugs and yes to building resilience.
We ignored doctrine and dictates. We were and are critical of whack politically correct culture. We worked our asses off for where we are, it wasn’t given to us. We remain suspect of information, always putting it through our own filters before accepting it. We have excavated what is most precious to us and cultivated a life of intention.
We are farmers that believe in old fashioned morality, plant medicines, and Nature’s laws. We are completely self-sustainable. If this is armageddon, we’re good. My husband is an ER physician and I, a retired nutritionist. We believe in science and understand its biases and how easily it’s manipulated.
You get the idea. We are used to being different. We are used to catching ire from the indoctrinated. Used to living with our feet in very different waters.
That said, I feel like my peeps, the free thinking and open minded, are collecting in fortified camps and battening down the hatches. There’s the “this whole pandemic is bullshit, totally made up, show me the numbers” group in opposition to the mindless “we must all now force vaccinations, restrict liberties, and forcefully conform resisters for the GREATER GOOD” camp.
People that I’ve respected and learned from are posting dangerous theories. I have a husband that is an ER Physician and I hear and see the visceral realty of our moaning “healthcare” system, weighed down now, but very possibly on the brink of collapse if we don’t try to slow things down.
Even greater than that fear is the knowledge of history and observation of the present. Great freedoms and bodily autonomy are under very real threat. “Safety” has long been the guise of control.
My whole way of living is guided by “now what”. It’s gotten me to where I am in my life today which is exactly where we set our compasses to many years ago. We can go on and on about issues, but talk alone is not power. Endless debate and commiseration is more of a circle jerk if you ask me.
So, the government has coopted this situation and is going to use it to monitor and control us ever further – now what? So, this is going to be our absolute demise and we must force everyone to get in line – now what?
What are you going to actually DO?
Show me what you’re doing. Opinions are cheap. Doing is power and responsibility. I don’t care where you are on the spectrum-o-covid whether that be “there is no such thing, this is a Hollywood production and we should all get together and drink margaritas” to “line up the sheep under the 5G towers and inject them with tracking vaccines against their will”. What the hell are you doing about it? And I feel that I must point out that agreeing to let the government decide your actions for you, remaining in a sick, co-dependant relationship with a faceless entity that sees you only as a “consumer”, is not doing anything at all.
We all have a right to nuance of thought and to remain camp-less, free to ponder, accept, research, and allow some grey to soften the black and white. If you don’t agree with me, don’t. Go your way. But just as I would never blindly enforce the agenda of corporate interests in you, I require the same in return. Feel free to unfollow without the grand announcement of your departure.
Then, now, and always, we live in responsibility of our decisions. To every question: “now what”? In my way of thinking, once you blow away the chaff of circumstance, there is ultimately, truly only two camps in which people reside. You can set up shop to live in the power of your actions or you can settle into the well-loved, comfy disempowerment of the all-talk-inertia crew.
I know where I am and where I’m staying. The details change, but my heart remains true to Her purpose above all else.