I knew about PCR and that it was useless as a diagnostic. Think I could get anybody to listen? Particularly since I'm not a physician, but even physicians, well, we know how that went.
I'm not on fb. That place is bad, BAD news re surveillance capitalism. I'm surprised the legacy comment hasn't been wip…
I knew about PCR and that it was useless as a diagnostic. Think I could get anybody to listen? Particularly since I'm not a physician, but even physicians, well, we know how that went.
I'm not on fb. That place is bad, BAD news re surveillance capitalism. I'm surprised the legacy comment hasn't been wiped from public existence. Or maybe it has, and it's only in your personal fb space memory. Moot.
But where were all my former colleagues, some of whom were still practicing? I actually ended up arguing with some (on Facebook) about it all. I was stunned they couldn't see what was happening. Yes, FB does gather a lot of info, but I'm able to use it too, for my own purposes, educating those in my sphere (which now includes followers whom I don't even know in real life). That verse about "what you meant for evil, God meant for good" is my theme for FB.
Good question, where were all your former colleagues.
Soldier on, sister. War is hell, and we're in one. The soul of humanity is at stake. If you had tried to tell me around the turn of the century of the import of these times / the times to come 20 years hence, I wouldn't have believed it. Life is stranger than fiction. And then we die. If you can forgive the dark humor. Tired. My excuse. 💤
When I read the book Generations in the late '90s, they described my generation as being the elders giving advice to the younger generations who would lead and fight any battles, whether military or of some other description, in the crisis that was to come. At the time I thought, "But what advice would I give? I don't feel wise enough to give advice." God has provided both the intervening education (in Western Civ and the genealogy of liberty from ancient times to now) and everything else I needed to now be sharing information and trying to persuade as many as I can. It's true, you couldn't make up a lot of what's now happening, or if you did others would say it's not worth publishing, because no one would believe you.
This is so interesting. As an introvert (hence half of the handle) and a never-an-activist but imbued with the drum of that "question authority" mantra of my generation (hint on the @Heterodox other half), and an HSP to boot, sitting in my echo chamber with my small circle that has saved my sanity over the last 3 years, and online with the Childers crowd for instance, clarity on my role in this conflagration has eluded me. Someone on a substack board once commented on the wisdom they felt I brought. I was gobsmacked. Wisdom? Me? I kind of went radio silence on that particular board trying to absorb that shock to the system as I felt its weight. Maybe that's it, though. My role. I am an elder, ancient in my stupid, ignorant, undeveloped former young adult eyes (Don't trust anyone over 30. 30!), but young at heart. I bite my tongue to great sadness and sorrow speaking to lifetime friends from childhood and young adulthood who are not awake. How can I see and they cannot? And how can I help them out of the matrix? Only a couple of them read (what would I do without books?!) but I guess not the same sort of material I do. Whitney Webb's One Nation Under Blackmail should be a bestseller it's so g-dblessed important. Not quite a page turner, a rough ride, which I suppose will keep it off the lists of those old friends. Venting.
Anyway, the elder thing with the wisdom to offer, the knowing I'm not made for the front lines genetically but feeling I want so dearly to do something to help the other humans up and through this unprecedented, raging conflict... I'm suddenly struck that more than anything else I have to relax. Thursday morning mini-epiphany. I know God wins. And I know every single one of us is going to leave the planet in our time. This ride though. Ugh. Stumbling one day at a time. The circumstances, as you say, would see nothing but rejection from publication.
Thank you for the food for thought. Little did you know. But there you go. You're playing your role. Even with a near contemporary if I guess correctly. No questions or inquiry in this. Enough said. Off to the balance of Thursday...
You were totally on top of it. Amen.
I knew about PCR and that it was useless as a diagnostic. Think I could get anybody to listen? Particularly since I'm not a physician, but even physicians, well, we know how that went.
I'm not on fb. That place is bad, BAD news re surveillance capitalism. I'm surprised the legacy comment hasn't been wiped from public existence. Or maybe it has, and it's only in your personal fb space memory. Moot.
But where were all my former colleagues, some of whom were still practicing? I actually ended up arguing with some (on Facebook) about it all. I was stunned they couldn't see what was happening. Yes, FB does gather a lot of info, but I'm able to use it too, for my own purposes, educating those in my sphere (which now includes followers whom I don't even know in real life). That verse about "what you meant for evil, God meant for good" is my theme for FB.
Good question, where were all your former colleagues.
Soldier on, sister. War is hell, and we're in one. The soul of humanity is at stake. If you had tried to tell me around the turn of the century of the import of these times / the times to come 20 years hence, I wouldn't have believed it. Life is stranger than fiction. And then we die. If you can forgive the dark humor. Tired. My excuse. 💤
When I read the book Generations in the late '90s, they described my generation as being the elders giving advice to the younger generations who would lead and fight any battles, whether military or of some other description, in the crisis that was to come. At the time I thought, "But what advice would I give? I don't feel wise enough to give advice." God has provided both the intervening education (in Western Civ and the genealogy of liberty from ancient times to now) and everything else I needed to now be sharing information and trying to persuade as many as I can. It's true, you couldn't make up a lot of what's now happening, or if you did others would say it's not worth publishing, because no one would believe you.
This is so interesting. As an introvert (hence half of the handle) and a never-an-activist but imbued with the drum of that "question authority" mantra of my generation (hint on the @Heterodox other half), and an HSP to boot, sitting in my echo chamber with my small circle that has saved my sanity over the last 3 years, and online with the Childers crowd for instance, clarity on my role in this conflagration has eluded me. Someone on a substack board once commented on the wisdom they felt I brought. I was gobsmacked. Wisdom? Me? I kind of went radio silence on that particular board trying to absorb that shock to the system as I felt its weight. Maybe that's it, though. My role. I am an elder, ancient in my stupid, ignorant, undeveloped former young adult eyes (Don't trust anyone over 30. 30!), but young at heart. I bite my tongue to great sadness and sorrow speaking to lifetime friends from childhood and young adulthood who are not awake. How can I see and they cannot? And how can I help them out of the matrix? Only a couple of them read (what would I do without books?!) but I guess not the same sort of material I do. Whitney Webb's One Nation Under Blackmail should be a bestseller it's so g-dblessed important. Not quite a page turner, a rough ride, which I suppose will keep it off the lists of those old friends. Venting.
Anyway, the elder thing with the wisdom to offer, the knowing I'm not made for the front lines genetically but feeling I want so dearly to do something to help the other humans up and through this unprecedented, raging conflict... I'm suddenly struck that more than anything else I have to relax. Thursday morning mini-epiphany. I know God wins. And I know every single one of us is going to leave the planet in our time. This ride though. Ugh. Stumbling one day at a time. The circumstances, as you say, would see nothing but rejection from publication.
Thank you for the food for thought. Little did you know. But there you go. You're playing your role. Even with a near contemporary if I guess correctly. No questions or inquiry in this. Enough said. Off to the balance of Thursday...
Thanks for that, and God bless!