Collective Denial
Collective Denial
Psychological Warfare and Media Manipulation
I have a brother.
He and I have not spoken since my mom died two years ago. He hasn’t called me and I haven’t called him.
I have been angry at my brother for two years. I have been angry at what I have perceived to be his weakness.
In the early days of my mom’s disease, I asked my brother to help me take care of her. This was difficult for me because, in general, I did not feel comfortable asking for help.
Within weeks of taking my mom to the emergency room with pain in her groin, she was completely debilitated. She was unable to do anything for herself. I quit my job and became her full time caregiver. I was in no way ready for this unexpected turn of events. I was not prepared physically, emotionally, psychologically, spiritually or financially.
Ready or not, turbo cancer had taken hold, and it didn’t care about its effect on me. My life was turned upside-down.
I had seen stories of people being diagnosed with turbo cancer and dying within days, weeks or months. I had no idea how long my new normal would last.
Several weeks into my caregiving role, I started to miss my life as it had been before my mom got sick. I missed my job of teaching young children. I missed my house. I missed my pets. I missed having dinner with my kids.
So, I called my brother to beg for assistance. I told him that I couldn’t be the only person caring for my mom. I said that it was too much for me. I told him that my family was struggling financially, and that I needed to be able to work. I said that I wanted to have time at my home to spend with my husband and my sons.
My brother was self-employed as a handy man. He made his own schedule. I asked him to end his work days earlier and relieve me of my newfound duty.
He said no. He told me that I was free to leave my mom any time that I wanted to leave. He said that I didn’t need for him to be there, as she was an adult. He said that she was able to care for herself.
My brother was in denial. He loved my mom, but he couldn’t deal with the threat of feeling the emotions that he would experience if he accepted the fact that she was terminally ill. He was unable to recognize that she was dying. It was too much for him.
I imagine that accepting her sudden illness would have forced him to acknowledge the truth about the covid-19 vaccine, as well. It would have shattered his world-view.
Denial is a force that is as powerful as fear.
His rejection of reality was not a conscious choice. Denial is an instinctual mechanism that the brain employs to protect us from the emotional impact of real life events. A person in denial unconsciously blocks external events or situations from their mind. In that way, they can continue with the tasks of their lives, without breaking-down emotionally.
During my mom’s illness, my brother lived at her house. He saw her every day. I couldn’t understand, at that time, how it was possible for him not to acknowledge what was happening in front of his own eyes. During the six months of turbo cancer, he went about his life as if nothing had changed.
He got out of bed every morning, put on his Carhartts, and left for work. He came back every evening. He ate dinner and he went to bed. He worked seven days a week. He did not allow himself to face the pain of what was occurring all around him. He put up a self-protective mental wall, and he stayed inside of it.
I have been thinking about denial quite a bit lately.
Where a vast majority of the population was once in a state of collective fear, there is now a state of collective denial. People seem to be going about their lives as if nothing unusual has happened over the past four years. For many of them, it is as if nothing had changed.
Some of us are able to see the truth. We are aware that recognition of reality is painful. We have learned that awareness comes with social and emotional consequences. Because of our authenticity, those who remain in a state of denial cannot retain us in their lives.
We threaten to tear down their self-protective walls with our evidence and our facts. If they allow us to persuade them that they are not living in reality, they will be forced to feel all of the agonizing emotion that they are trying desperately to avoid.
They block us out. They push us away.
They prefer those who affirm their delusions. The media, which are a tool of our enemy, are happy to oblige. Through censorship, propaganda and manipulation, those who are in the business of controlling minds continue to feed the collective denial of the vaccinated.
They are intentionally kept in a state of mental nonacceptance of truth.
In this way, those who control the system keep the population weak.
A lady I used to work with had a minor heart attack a few days ago. On Facebook, she posted photos of herself in the hospital and copies of her medical records.
Today, with a headline saying that she is feeling silly, she posted this:
The vaccinated, unconsciously preferring the illusion of safety and comfort, continue to buy the lie that they are being sold. Regardless of indisputable evidence, and irrefutable fact, they cling to their denial. Deep in their subconscious there is a mechanism in place that is designed to protect them from the pain of reality.
That mechanism is being manipulated.
Those of us who fight for truth and for justice are up against an immense, monstrous, and powerful foe.
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I am not a doctor, a scientist or an investigative journalist.
I am a daughter, a mom, an artist and a storyteller.
I have a story to tell about turbo cancer.
I have a story about our failed medical system
I will tell it to anyone who will listen.
On June 12, 2022, after four Pfizer injections, my very healthy mom was suddenly diagnosed with stage-IV pancreatic cancer in her left inguinal groin lymph node, B-cell lymphoma, and melanoma. Her immune system had failed completely. The fast-growing tumors spread to her bones, breaking them from the inside. She lived, suffering, until December 13.
I was her full-time caregiver.
Beginning June 11, 2023, day by day, using memories, photos, text conversations, medical records, my journal, and my mom’s journal, I chronicled the story of her disease on Facebook. I told about the progression of her illness, the failed medical response, her unimaginable pain, her experience, my experience, and how her spirit refused to be broken.
My mom represents millions of people who were deceived, intimidated or forced into receiving an injection. Her story is all of our story.
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I’ve experienced this same theme of being the female caregiver in our family with little or no support from my brother. I think it speaks to a deep disconnect in our current value systems. Somehow we haven’t taught our boys to be caregivers and have instead relied on our girls to fill in that roll. Nor have we taught our boys to value, appreciate, and hold in high esteem the women in their families who naturally end up taking on that role. And at the same time we are teaching our girls that they should deny their natural caregiving tendencies and try and be more like men. Something is distinctly wrong here. I don’t know the answer; it’s just what I’ve lived and observed—I’m grappling with this myself. The role of caregiver is one that women take on more naturally and selflessly, often at great cost to themselves. But it is a at the same time a role that needs to be filled and is a beautiful gift of love to the world. How do we balance this out? The other thing I’ve observed is that these family members who don’t contribute are often the most stubborn in their adherence to the system. Note: this is not a post against one gender or the other. Just an observation.
This happened to me as well. I know how you feel. I gave them the opportunity to face up to reality, and because they did not, I had to cut them loose. It took me 10 years to stop being angry. Now I barely think of them at all. It is a tragedy, but I live in a place called reality and they choose not to live in that place. In doing this, I lost everything - my culture, history, and connection to the past. But I cannot live a lie. My home is in heaven with Jesus Christ.