On Health and Healing

 

I don’t talk about my health much because I loathe putting myself in that position. A lot of people deem themselves healthy because their doctors have declared it, but metabolically they’re not healthy at all. The world states that a human can be on three maintenance medicines and still be considered healthy, so I’m not sure our medical system would even recognize a healthy person. For myself I attempt to eat right, have cleared out very many chemicals from my space and daily consumption, and have worked out ways around the need for pharmaceuticals. I don’t speak often about the ways I handle my own health because if I do I know there are those who will take offense and who will begin to wish ill health on me.

 

It’s been nearly twenty years since I’ve been to a doctor, and the longer you stay away from such things, the stranger the whole experience becomes. I stayed away because I got the distinct impression they were trying to kill me, perhaps not consciously, but through drugs and tests and surgeries it was the road I was on. The weakest and most injured I have ever been happened with the hands of physicians, and it became clear the wisest thing to do was to step out of that world where the goal is to find something wrong and treat it, sometimes aggressively, and sometimes to the death of the patient. So I stay away from them, I joke that God and I made a deal after my near death experience (brought on by a medical mistake), but maybe it’s not a joke, and only that I have come to trust Him with everything. “They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.” Mathew 9:12

 

During the pandemic the medical community certainly showed its true colors. Physicians who spoke out against the dangerous treatment plans and the experimental jab lost their licenses, were run off the internet, and accused of spreading harmful misinformation, while others made millions by injecting unknown substances into their patients. Fortunately for me I didn’t have the pressure millions of others faced to accept the poison shots or lose my livelihood. And because I don’t watch TV I didn’t have the cultural pressure as Covid was written into every show and newscast, and each pushed the jab as the only way to return to normal, and if you refused you were accused of wanting to kill grandma and hating your neighbor. I missed all that. I was taking a break from social media and the news, and was writing a book at the time. When the book was finished and I peeked out at the world again I was shocked and incredibly dismayed to see almost everyone I knew lining up for the jabs. The media pressure and programming worked exceptionally well and now they say nearly 70% of the world’s population accepted at least one injection, and I truly pray that they are mistaken and it wasn’t that many.

 

It’s nearly impossible to be healthy in a world that poisons us from every direction from the moment of our birth, and if that doesn’t prove we’re living in the little season of Satan then I don’t know what could. Infants get their injections of aluminum and foreign DNA within minutes of their birth, and it continues every few months for the first years of life, and now we have the sickest kids in history. Pharmaceutical commercials fund our news programs, and it’s difficult to have a conversation with people my age that doesn’t dissolve into discussions of their doctor visits and diagnoses and medical procedures. We tend to label ourselves with our mental and physical illnesses these days, and looking around I’ve never seen such sickly, unhealthy, unhappy, and angry people, but they still line up to get their annual injections and pick up their prescriptions and wonder why dementia and Alzheimer’s and other neurological disorders are at an all time high. It hurts me to see such suffering day in and day out from children to the elderly and I guess that’s one reason I tend to separate and isolate myself. I believe God heals, and I’ve seen the truth of that in my own life on more than one occasion, but He certainly has His hands full with people in this world who are poisoned within and without from the cradle to the grave.

 

The one thing this world doesn’t want us to know is that our bodies are self-healing, they were designed and created that way, and I suppose that’s why evil men desire to inject us with toxic chemicals from the moment we take our first breath. These toxic chemicals interfere with the healing mechanism, and open us up to all types of illnesses, and then those evil men profit off of us again and again. The entire medical community is set up to harm and treat, but never cure and heal, and the only exception to that is emergency medicine where they piece us back together after traumatic injuries. And a continually sick population is the least likely to stand up and protest their leaders or demand change. It takes a lot of energy to fight all the poisons coming at us all of the time, not to mention the energy it takes to go to a myriad of doctors who divide us up into pieces and only treat a piece at a time, instead of healing the whole being.

 

People would assume that I must not have had any illnesses or injuries in those twenty years I haven’t seen a doctor, and those people would be wrong. I’ve had both injuries and illnesses, but I trusted God and believe we die when we’re supposed to and no doctor can change God’s plan for us, they can only increase our suffering. I’ve experienced things that would have sent me running to the emergency room in the past, but now I wait and trust and pray and research and find natural ways to assist the healing mechanism.

 

Just over a year ago I fell down the stairs, and at my age it was a very traumatic injury. The way I fell could result in broken bones, bruised liver, and a partially collapsed lung, and I believe I did have those injuries, although I didn’t rush to the doctor to verify it. I’d had a collapsed lung before and it felt the similar, and I knew they couldn’t do much with fractured ribs, and feared they’d make the other damages worse. I couldn’t get a deep breath for months, and found myself breathless for all that time. My mind wanted to wander into worse case scenarios, but I focused on God, did some research, and began treating myself naturally.

 

Apparently surviving abuse, neglect, and trauma has given me an odd threshold for pain, and I didn’t even realize how injured I was for a couple days, but then it made itself known by waking me with a breathless panic attack in the middle of the night. Earlier in my life I would have rushed to the ER, but I was hurt and didn’t need the added stress of all that, or the toxic radiological tests, and used herbs as medicine, and acupressure once my ribs healed to get them back in place. I fasted because our body heals in a fasting state, I did a parasite cleanse because we all need to at least once year just as our pets do, and took the time to finally read the Bible cover to cover. The Bible certainly supported my thoughts on the harm doctors put out into the world, and as it states in Proverbs the Word is health to the flesh. And I recovered without invasive and harmful tests, without being poked and prodded by strangers, without toxic pharmaceuticals or injections, and without being treated as yet more cattle on the conveyer belt of our medical system.

 

The point of this blog is not to brag on myself, but to praise God and His amazing creation, us, and to point out that healing can be found without enriching another. Healing and health doesn’t come from toxic injections, parasitic pharmaceuticals, or through dollars spent. Healing is our natural state if we allow it to work, and herbs are the original medicine given to us. It’s not always comfortable to let your body heal naturally, or to strip all the chemicals and toxins from our lives, but I have at least proven to myself in the last twenty years that trusting God above man has saved me from much suffering.

 

 

As always, keep seeking.

 

 

 

Scripted

 

Looking out at the world, the media, politics, and the news cycles I keep feeling like everything is so scripted, like a made for TV movie. People watch and many believe what they see, blinded by the illusion that the news programs are under some obligation to be honest with us. It grows hard to listen to the lies being spouted, even in tiny snippets, as certain factions struggle to remain relevant and trusted. I feel bad for those who watch “the news” and TV daily, and even worse for those who keep it on all the time. The truth is in there somewhere, but only through separation, discernment, and prayer can it be understood. 

 

The way to understand it is to know whatever news subject they spend a lot of time on is usually a lie, or a distraction, or a societal psychological operation. They’ll insert a random truthful fact in there somewhere, usually in the middle of the night when their viewership is low, and then never mention it again. But the main focus will be some made up story to get the viewers hooked and emotionally involved and keep their eyes where they want them to be. When this happens, it’s time to dig deeper into what else is going on out there, what other situations are unfolding, what other events are happening that they don’t want you to see or know.

 

The world exists in two different realities right now, and the simplest way to explain it is one side watches and believes what they see on TV, social media, and mainstream news, and the other doesn’t. Maybe the split came in 2020 with the whole sickness psychological operation, but it has been building for years, at least the last 20+ years I’ve been paying attention, and now that split is growing rapidly. On a spiritual level the division is a moral one, one side seeking justice and righteousness, the other embracing some darker ideals, but the world is an expert of confusing people and situations to muddy the waters. 

 

I had a bout of eternal recurrence years ago when my life changed quite radically, and during that experience it was as though each day was being repeated, and every word, every thought, every situation felt familiar as though I’d heard it, thought it, and lived it before, many times before. And looking out at the world today, the news, the sports, the politics, etc., it feels that way again, as though what I am seeing is simply a scene that must play out, a chapter that must be read to understand the end of the book. It all feels manufactured, as if the ability to create any new trauma is gone and the playbook has been completely played out. It seems tired, weak, and near exhaustion, and perhaps that is why the televised dramas are coming so quickly these days, they need to stir up the energy to drain it.

 

People are beginning to learn that evil is real, and once they realize how real the evil is there is nothing else to do but turn to God, and I believe that is the split we are seeing. I believe it is the Gog and Magog war, and perhaps we’ve been in it longer than we know, perhaps we’ve been in it our whole lifetime, but the eternal recurrence of it, the continuous and repeated abuse, is ending.

 

People have a hard time envisioning how life can change for the better, but we are to imagine heavenly things. The world, of course, shows us only destruction, fear, anger, violence, and death, and some take that in for all the hours of their waking time, and sleep with it playing in the background. We are to step out of the world, and trust that all things work for the good of those who love God. Change is happening, and the televised traumas are coming fast and furious, draining the viewer of more than just their emotion, but control of their minds, higher thinking, the ability to discern truth, and in the end their souls and connection to God.

 

The truth is judgment is coming, and a lot of people aren’t prepared, it’s not even on their radar as a possibility, and this makes me very sad. The whole world makes me very sad, which is why I take it in small doses. Incrementalism is a real thing, and in the twenty years since I turned off the TV, the lines and boundaries of decency have been pushed along, inch by inch, so that when I peek in at it now it is truly shocking. As well as what is now considered entertainment and beauty and progress, but I digress…

 

We were told that the deceptions would be so vast that even the elect could be deceived and I think we’re there now, nothing we know down here is true, everything is a lie, and we’re being sickened by the cognitive dissonance that creates inside us. The good news is that we’re in the final stretch, and we’re incredibly blessed to be here at this time. The good news is that the end to this madness is just around the corner, and we just need to hang on and trust God with all that we have inside. All things must be revealed though, and that will likely be hard for a lot of people, so be kind where you can. Just know it’s all in God’s hands and He wins in the end, and the end this time is also the new beautiful beginning. Praise God!

 

Turn off the noise and seek

 

 

 

Time Is Short

 

I felt pressed to give this message this morning, so here it is.

 

It’s chaotic out there, and if you look too deeply at the world it can lead to a lot of fear. It’s designed that way, especially now. Things are being revealed that I never thought would be seen. I have prayed for years for the world to see the truth of what our elite, leaders, and idols are up to, and finally it’s trickling out. The Epstein stuff was never just about the teenage girls, yes, that’s definitely part of it, but that is certainly not all of it. It’s deeper and darker than most can conceive, but I’m afraid we’ll all have to face it for it to finally come to an end. They are literally farming babies, with all that farming entails, from the planting of a seed to the harvest.

 

The ugly truth of this world is that children have always been the biggest commodity there is, it’s how you change the thinking of the nation, and how you gain power in this season of deception. Reading the Old Testament it is easy to see that things haven’t changed, people are still the same, making the same mistakes, and choosing the wrong gods. The events are still unfolding as they did in the day of old, although repackaged for TV viewers into something palatable as we’re being numbed and desensitized. Child sacrifices are ongoing, just as they did back then, but now we call it by different names. The darkness in this world is all encompassing, and I suppose that’s why we were told to turn from the world, to step out of it, and not to conform to it.

 

The most depraved are on award shows, dressed in their finery, and holding up their gold statues, and many watch and applaud their favorites. The approving audience watching their screens don’t seem to know that their very souls are on the chopping blocks by their acceptance and approval and simple viewership. We are told to come out of her. We are told to have no idols before God. We are told a lot of things that we now think are archaic and backwards and old fashioned, but the truth is the truth, and the end is closer than we imagine. I believe we’re in the beginning of the great Gog and Magog war, the final fight between good and evil, light and darkness, beauty and truth against filth and lies, and then judgment comes. This little season of Satan’s deception is coming to a close, but he’s not going out easily, and he wants to take as many as he can with him when he’s thrown into the pit.

 

The people and faces of this world that many trust and idolize are leading them straight to hell, but they are blinded by modern terms and a belief that God is not real, does not exist, and is some fairy tale from the past. God’s voice is softened now by the noise of our modern technology, and our hearing is dampened by the sorcery we believe we need to face each day, the pharmaceuticals we take to numb our pain, but He’s still speaking, and He doesn’t want to lose you.

 

I believe we’re in the last days before judgment, and looking around it couldn’t be clearer to me. I’ve never seen the divisions between the different factions quite as angry as they are today, I’ve also never seen them this misinformed. The media is selling lies and applying emotional manipulation daily, while the influencers stoke the flames for clicks, and the average citizen is drowning in deception and confusion. Something terrible has happened to people, and many are fueled by fear, anger, and hatred, and it simply can’t continue to go on in this manner.

 

It’s going to get weird, it’s going to get ugly, it’s going to get scary, and when the truth is finally revealed, the truth of how those people came to fortune and fame, it’s going to break hearts. It won’t only be hearts that are broken, but the minds of those who have given their power to the world and trusted what man has sold to them. There is a darkness so vast, so insane, so ridiculously depraved that men’s hearts will fail when it is revealed. Everything we think we know down here is a lie, and the deception is beyond what even I can conceive, much less put into words.

 

For those still clinging to hope, clinging to beauty and truth, clinging to goodness and peace, do not fear for our Father sees you, and knows how you’ve struggled to stay righteous and true.

 

For those still fully ensconced in the world I don’t know how much time is left for you to change your thinking and begin to repent. Time is being shortened, the truth is being revealed, and the era of straddling is over.

 

Please seek God.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Near Death Experiences and the Bible

 

Twenty-three years ago I had a near death experience (NDE), and it occurred just months after I lost my only child. It wasn’t the typical experience you read about with a tunnel, light, and seeing heaven or hell, it was far subtler than that, and I woke completely changed. My death was caused by a surgical mistake, and although I had to be revived a couple times on the operating table during a life saving surgery, that wasn’t when I died. My death came several days later when I was still bleeding internally, but no one had discovered it yet. I remember waking and looking over at the blood pressure machine and watched the numbers steadily drop lower and lower. It dawned on me that I was dying as I’d seen the same the night my father died, but I didn’t feel any fear. It was simply a realization of my impending demise that I easily accepted. 

 

I woke sometime after midnight to a beautiful and kind redheaded nurse bathing me, changing my gown and sheets, and being incredibly gentle and sweet to me. This happened on Good Friday and as the sun rose the bleeding was discovered and I had a couple rushed emergency procedures, was given several bags of blood, and finally began to recover. I never saw the nurse again, and I did ask about her, but the woman I described didn’t match anyone on the nursing staff.

 

Recovery took several bed-ridden months left with open wounds, bags, drains, more surgery, and nurses coming to the house twice a day to change my bandages. Back on my feet again everything was different, even my things looked a little odd and different, and stepping back into my old life was impossible. Something profound had happened to me and I didn’t have the knowledge or language to fully express it. As I didn’t have the typical and popular experience I had no real foundation to build from, all I knew for sure was that I was different and somehow I knew something I wasn’t supposed to know, but didn’t know what it was.

 

The years afterward were challenging, I was dealing with chronic pain and changes in my body while also trying to accept the loss of my son. It seemed most around me expected me to just snap back in gear and set aside my grief, loss, and spiritual and physical changes and continue on as before my life was altered. Apparently, to them, enough time had passed and there was no excuse for not stepping back into my old life. But I couldn’t return to my old life, the person who lived that life was dead and gone, and I was left vulnerable, exposed, and radically changed.

 

I figured it was Christ calling me so I committed myself to Him and gave away all my belongings in my desire to follow Him. I began speaking with religious people with hopes of guidance in my strange situation, but found that they looked at me suspiciously, shamefully, and quickly dismissed my experience with one Bible verse. “Just as man is appointed to die once, and after that to face judgment.” (Hebrews 9:27) The people I spoke with seemed to have only one agenda, bodies in a building, butts in the pews, and money in the tray, but it was more than that. It was as though there was an underlying fear or jealousy or anger, and it seemed so separate from my newfound faith, so small and worldly and dirty in comparison with the profound change inside me.

 

Unfortunately at the time I didn’t choose to read the Bible cover to cover to understand it for myself, and was soon drawn into many new age and occultish type ideas as I tried to understand what I knew, but couldn’t remember. I began exploring the world, researching and investigating whatever called my attention with the goal to understand what happened to me, and got lost for a while in many dark rabbit holes. Before this change I had always been a little haunted, but afterwards these occurrences increased dramatically due to opening the doors to the occult in my desire to understand. And I experienced depression, alcoholism, UFO sightings and alien-type abduction events, sudden short lived bouts of psychic abilities and visions, ghostly sightings and EVPs (electronic voice phenomenon) in my home, an incubus draining me in my sleep, and suicide attempts from pure hopelessness and exhaustion. Needless to say, it was rough, and I grew no closer to the forgotten knowledge that had been pressed on me, but with the absolute grace of God I survived, again and again.

 

Worldly events would strike a deep chord in me, and I would be reminded of the change and the unknown knowledge. I would feel both great fear and awe that whatever I had been shown in my NDE was happening, but I had no idea where it was leading. The years passed, the chord inside me rang like a bell with many different events, as though they were simply reminders and road marks along the way, and they left me in tears, but also with a great sense of awe and excitement.

 

And finally I sat down to read the Bible and found that being woken from death is not at all unbiblical as I had been told, and led to believe. From the Old Testament to the New Testament people have been shaken from the grip of death. So I have to wonder if those religious people who instill shame and quickly dismiss the idea have even read their Bibles at all.  

 

From God answering Elijah’s prayers in 1 Kings 17:17-24 and waking the son of the widow Zarephath from death, to the son of a Shunammite woman being raised by Elisha in 2 Kings 4:32-37, to the unnamed man coming back to life after touching Elisha’s bones in 2 Kings 13:20-21, there are many examples of people being brought back from death. Eutychus falling asleep listening to Paul’s long-winded sermon, falling out a third story window to his death, and Paul reviving him and finishing his sermon (Acts 20:7-12), people have been brought back to life many times in scripture. And let us not forget Lazarus, and the others raised by Jesus, or the tombs opening at Jesus’ resurrection and the saints coming to life again and appearing to people in the Holy City (Mathew 27:50-53). Or in Revelation 20:5 where it states, “But the rest of the dead lived not again until the thousand years were finished…”

 

The Bible doesn’t follow the lives of those who were raised and given a second chance, but I’m sure they had opinions and feelings about it and their experiences were interesting. So clearly being pulled out of death isn’t unbiblical, or an impossibility, or a shameful lie, or a horrible sin, or a trick of the devil. But perhaps it only happens to a few, and perhaps I am one of the few. I regret not immediately sinking down into the Bible and reading it cover to cover, and feel I’ve wasted some time, some energy, and some innocence peeking under the rocks in the abyss seeking something that isn’t hidden in the darkness, but perhaps the journey was important in a way I don’t yet understand. 

 

The Bible mentions many times the importance of wisdom and knowledge, and how they are more valuable than any jewel, and implores us to seek. It also states that those who do seek and gather wisdom may be a little melancholy with the results of the search, but it’s important to do anyway. “For in much wisdom is much grief; and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.” Ecclesiastes 1:18 KJV

 

 

So as always, keep seeking.

 

 

 

The Pecking Order

 

I keep chickens, and the pecking order is a real thing. For me it’s hard to watch, but I’ve learned over the years to let nature be nature as much as possible, although sometimes I have to intervene. There is definitely a hierarchy in a flock of chickens, be the flock small or large. The leader is usually the biggest, the strongest, and the healthiest, and the line works down to the smallest, weakest, or the odd bird that is different in some way. Those differences could be of personality, but often it is because they look different, or are a different breed. The bottom of the pecking order gets picked on a lot, pecked by the other birds, run off from the food and water, and they have to grow rather creative to get their needs met. After all these years I can identify the bottom of the pecking order with a glance as they appear a little disheveled from their feathers being plucked out, a little smaller as they don’t get as much food as the others, and they are separated from the flock and forced to range and forage alone. 

 

When I first became aware of this fowl order I was a little dismayed. “Why can’t we all get along?” And I’m softhearted and wanted to rescue the bottom chicken, and occasionally I have to bring one in and give it special treatment to bring it back to health, but that’s a slippery slope if I plan to reintroduce it to the flock. Once the bird is brought back to health and set back into the flock the order is immediately reestablished, and the bottom has to literally fight its way into its new position. Sometimes it manages to work its way up the ranks, but usually it’s back to being ostracized after a good butt kicking by the leader and a few others.

 

People aren’t much different than chickens in this sense. Having worked in offices with a majority of women the pecking order is quite apparent, although it rarely gets physical. The hierarchy in an office is ruled much the same as a flock, the leader is usually the one with the most seniority, position, and control over the group, and the bottom is usually a newer member or someone different who doesn’t automatically fit into the group. The bottom of the human pecking order doesn’t get pecked and kept from food and water, but does get ostracized, gossiped about, and excluded. Fortunately for me most of my jobs were solo endeavors where I wasn’t with the group full time, and my jobs were outside of the office, or separate from the group, and usually something that I did alone. But the politics of the pecking order still reached out to put me into my place and clarify that I didn’t fit with the group.

 

I’ve been blessed with not caring too much if I fit in, and usually I didn’t have a lot of respect for the top of the order for various reasons. Perhaps it was early childhood training and being excluded from a young age, but frankly I’ve never really cared to fit into a group. I’ve also never been motivated by the jealousy that would require me to fight like a chicken to achieve a higher position, I simply didn’t care, and had other things on my mind. My attitude was often infuriating to the top tier because in their minds fitting into the hierarchy of office politics was important, but to me a job was just a means to survive in the world, and other than receiving a paycheck not much else about it mattered. I did my job, and did it well, and kept to myself, much like the odd bird that ranges and forages alone.

 

The hierarchy of the pecking order is also quite present in dysfunctional families where everyone bends over backwards to keep the leader, the most dysfunctional one, happy and content. And perhaps this is where my early childhood training taught me not to care too much if I fit in or not. As a child I knew what I didn’t want to be, I didn’t want to grow up and be bitter, I didn’t want to be angry all the time, and I didn’t want to hurt and put down others, so I would never be the leader. My place at the bottom of the pecking order was something I was used to by the time I entered the working world. As a child I had to figure things out for myself, no one was gently guiding me or teaching me how to do anything, from house cleaning and cooking to keeping up with school work to getting along with others all the way down to personal hygiene I had to figure everything out alone. These early skills of learning to figure things out made me a valuable employee in many of my solo jobs, but a pretty lousy member of the office pecking order.

 

In the Bible there are many comparisons to nature, from sheep and shepherds to fig trees and crops (wheat and tares) to the various birds and animals mentioned throughout the stories, and I think it’s important to understand these things to help broaden our understanding of what the Bible is teaching us. We are above the animals, meant to care for them and be good stewards to them, and to do that we must understand their natures, and see how in our own natural state we aren’t much different than them. Most people desire a leader, but seem to only look to man instead of putting their eyes on and hearts to our higher power, God. If we follow the rules that have been laid out for us there is no real need for the pecking order, if we obey and seek wisdom God will lead us away from the pack, the flock, the politics toward His truth and His peace.

 

The pecking order is brutal and cruel, but God pulls his chosen ones away from that low and uninspired thinking into the much broader view of the spiritual world. The leaders from the human pecking orders won’t have much when judgment comes, but those at the bottom, odd, strange, different and peculiar have a much greater reward as this world dissolves away and a new earth and a new heaven is born. I’m grateful for my place at the bottom of this world’s pecking order, because my leader is not from this world, and does not want His children to fit into it or conform to it. 

 

 

As always, keep seeking. 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Psychopaths and Monsters

 (Author note: Another from the archives. I'm not sure if this has been published, unfortunately my archives are a complete mess and requires a lot of guess work. In my files it's simply titled Psychopaths, and I can't find a corresponding or closely worded title on any of my published lists. It was written in 2007 or 2008, and I removed some old links to dated political information.) 

 

 

 

I spend a lot of time reading opinions and attempting to unravel the mysteries of all the barriers we place between us. I recognize that folks are different and that is the beauty part of the beast, but we have been taught that down deep we all share similarities. The dictionary defines the soul as “The animating and vital principle in humans, credited with the faculties of thought, action, and emotion and often conceived as an immaterial entity” and the spirit as “The vital principle or animating force within living beings”. I once asked some religious people for the difference between the spirit and the soul and none could provide an answer, but for me, I define the soul as that spark of light inside and our spirit determines whether or not the spark becomes a flame. 

 

From the time of our birth we are told we are all alike, the differences between us are only visual. Medicine and science also confirm this idea, although we are men and women, young and old, and come from a variety of cultures and religions, basically we are the same, but I have wondered if we really are all the same. Do we all have souls? Do some possess neither the spark nor the flame? I think that the difference between us is deep below the surface, unseen, and it has nothing to do with race, culture, religion, or gender, and has everything to do with either having that spark or not having it.  

 

Some have suggested that those in power, relentless executives and politicians making the rules for us all to live by are psychopaths, which Dr Robert Hare, creator of the psychopathy checklist, describes as "social predators who charm, manipulate, and ruthlessly plow their way through life, leaving a broad trail of broken hearts, shattered expectations, and empty wallets. Completely lacking in conscience and in feelings for others, they selfishly take what they want and do as they please, violating social norms and expectations without the slightest sense of guilt or regret." http://www.hare.org/  Often when we think of psychopaths we think of brutal criminals sitting in jail or receiving the death penalty for their unimaginable behaviors. And statistically we understand a lot of folks jailed for their criminal actions tend to come from poverty and abuse-ridden homes, but what happens to those young psychopaths born into grace and wealth?

 

John Lennon once said, “Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we're being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That's what's insane about it.” And I think he was correct, we live in a psychopathic world and we are being trained to become a psychopathic population. I think the mistake many make when thinking about psychopaths is we envision that they are sinister, murderous, and television has done a fine job of teaching us that they usually get caught. But the truth is psychopaths are charming, cold-blooded, superficial, and I am beginning to understand lacking both the spark and the flame. They are the movers, shakers, and climbers of the world, carelessly seeking their own agenda, while around them those with simple goals, conscience, and who feel compassion and empathy for their fellow man fall and flail and flounder. 

 

They hold power over us because we believe we are all the same, we believe we all possess the same emotions, so it is hard to imagine a view without those connections. I am coming to the conclusion that we do not all have the spark of light and for many who still do in these days of old, it is sputtering. This darkness is not a new thing on this earth, history and legends have always attempted to explain the lack and left us clues in scary stories of monsters, devils, aliens, zombies, and vampires. But what has been lost in translation is that on the surface those monsters look just like us, the calculating beast resides deep below what we are able to see. And because our lack of knowledge has made us blind, we follow the boogey men and our spark begins to sputter and die.

 

The psychopaths and monsters have taken over and they have convinced us that their way, full of lies and deceit, is the truth. And we believe because we cannot imagine that some folks are completely empty inside. They keep us distracted with work, sex, and fancy gadgets, and sooth us with convenient drugs. We quickly learn if we work very hard we can find God and our mansion, which can only be bought with lots of money.  We spend hours watching their magical and hypnotic box as they instruct us in the way we should go. We hand over our children earlier and earlier with each passing generation and then wonder why our children begin to grow to see us as the enemy. We, who carry the spark inside of us, are being conquered, divided, deceived, and extinguished at an unbelievable rate.

 

It seems we have come to believe that if it is not on television, then it is not the truth, as if those attempting to deceive us are going to tell us the truth. The television, and then the Internet, has been the evil-doers greatest success in molding a human, tearing down the moral fiber, dumbing down the population, and creating a sense of apathy, fear, division, and sedation among the people. Do we really believe that they, the ones without spark or flame, are going to inform us that our flame is in the process of being extinguished? How can we understand we are living in deception, yet accept that deception as truth?

 

With all the chaos occurring in our world, I wonder how many understand that underneath the chaos a spiritual battle is being waged. In these modern times, it is easy to believe that what is occurring is just a product of advanced civilization, a sign of the times of living in a terrorist era or a technological age, but the battle being fought under the surface is as old as time. A wise man once said that the path is a narrow one and as I look about the world and see how easily we have accepted the training to surrender our spark and accept this psychopathic way of being as normal, I understand that man spoke truth.   

 

As always, keep seeking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Psychology of Conspiracy Theories

(Author note: I'm back in the archives and will be in there for a while as the 20th anniversary of Turtle's Voice grows nearer. This article was published in The American Chronicle on 1/16/08 under the title of The War on Thought and Individualism. I've removed the links because there are all dead now, lots of things have disappeared off the Internet in the last couple decades. This article is a little dated as hardly anyone relies on newspapers for information these days, but it's definitely worth sharing again.)  

 

 

 

What is truth?  Is it only what appears on the cable news networks, the national evening news or in the mainstream newspapers?  Does truth only become truth when it is checked and approved and then put before the masses?  What if that approved truth doesn’t answer all the questions or perhaps even raises new ones, is it still the truth?  And what about those people with the lingering doubts over the official story, are they insane or just troublemakers?

 

President Bush, in a speech before the United Nations on November 11^th, 2001, said, “Let us never tolerate outrageous conspiracy theories concerning the attacks of September the 11th; malicious lies that attempt to shift the blame away from the terrorists, themselves, away from the guilty.”  I didn’t hear this speech when it was made and at the time I fully believed what the television had shown me, but had I heard his words I would have sought out information on the conspiracy theories he mentioned because I’m a curious person.  Perhaps being curious isn’t very popular today, perhaps curiosity is a threat. People tend to label and categorize, I suppose it makes us feel secure and a lot of people believe that conspiracy theorists are crazy, ill informed or even potentially dangerous, but what if they just like things to make sense? 

 

I think one of my greatest downfalls in this life is that I expect things to make sense, I like to understand the rhyme and reason of things and to do that, I have to look at all possible explanations, not just one.  And I figure, mixed up in all those ideas and propaganda, the truth can be found.  But I fear that a day will come when curiosity is no longer tolerated, and thinking outside of the approved box will no longer be permitted. 

 

In 2004 issue of Psychology Today, Kathleen McGowan has written an article entitled “Conspiracy Theories Explained” and the subtitle states, “Random events are deeply meaningful to paranoid schizophrenics. Is something happening in their brains?”  The article begins, “Paranoid schizophrenics are prone to delusions, tales in which random events become deeply meaningful. Some believe in complex conspiracies; others think they are Jesus Christ.”  And then it continues to explain the research of Shitij Kapur, professor of psychiatry at the University of Toronto and vice president of research at the Canadian Center for Addiction and Mental Health, in relation to the role of dopamine in addiction and schizophrenia.  The body of the article does not mention conspiracy theories again, but the implication is pretty clear, people who question the official line are paranoid schizophrenics. 

 

The definition of conspiracy is an agreement to perform together an illegal, wrongful, or subversive act and conspiracies are as old as mankind.  On the lighter side of conspiracy we have practical jokes and high school pranks, on the darker side we have events like the Tuskegee Syphilis Study. And in it’s most accepted form we see it in business as one corporation plots to overtake another, but we don’t call that conspiracy, that is considered ‘just business’. 

 

It’s interesting to me how we often hear of the little guy being arrested for suspicion of committing conspiracy, but somehow we believe that when large groups of powerful people unite there can be no conspiracy.  Even presidential candidate and former first lady, Hillary Clinton, claimed the idea of a “vast right-wing conspiracy” to defend her husband Bill during the Whitewater scandal, so am I to assume that she is a paranoid schizophrenic? 

 

Am I to assume that anyone who believes that conspiracies exist may be insane?  Would that include Woodrow Wilson, who stated, “A little group of willful men, representing no opinion but their own, have rendered the great government of the United States helpless and contemptible.”  Or James Madison, who said, "History records that the money changers have used every form of abuse, intrigue, deceit, and violent means possible to maintain their control over governments by controlling money and it's issuance".  Or Winston Churchill, who stated his believe that, “Man will occasionally stumble over the truth, but usually manages to pick himself up, walk over or around it, and carry on.”  Even the Bible points out that those in power will conspire in Eph. 6:12,  “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high [places].”

 

Conspiracies do exist, but not all conspiracy theories are truth, although many make for quite an entertaining read, true or not.  So what are we left to think when our leaders, both past and present, have spoken of conspiracy as an actual issue in society and government, but the psychiatric community sees it as delusional thinking?  Could it be that the psychiatric community is far more concerned about social control, easily counted bean drawers, and power than it is about mental health and truth?  Could the hand holding between the pharmaceutical companies and the psychiatric communities be a conspiracy to keep Americans compliant, consuming, and easily controlled?  Is the drugging of over 8 million American children with minimally tested psychotropic drugs considered ‘just business’?

 

Many speak of the war against terrorism and the war on drugs, but perhaps the only real battlefield exists here at home, the war waged against thought and individualism and the weapons of choice are psychiatry, propaganda, and pharmaceuticals.  The American Psychiatric Association is busily adding new entries into the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-IV-TR), these additions aren’t developed through research or discovery of known pathology, but simply by member vote and some of the newest mental disorders include Social Phobia, Mathematics Disorder, Disorder of Written Expression and Reading Disorder.  At the rate the APA is going, soon no one in America will be considered sane and I am beginning to wonder if one day mental illness treatment will be mandatory, much like the vaccines for childhood illnesses are mandatory today.

 

The simple fact of the matter is that people think and perceive things differently due to a myriad of reasons, including upbringing, culture, and experience, and that used to be the beauty of being an American, but now it seems that the APA, in hand with other organizations, want to weed out those who are different and medicate them.  Is it because those differences imply mental illness?  Or could it be that those differences create money in the pockets of the pharmaceutical companies, a solid customer base for the psychiatric communities, and a compliant citizenship for the rulers of the American government? 

 

 

As always, keep seeking.