Back From the Rabbit Hole

After hearing that quarantine restrictions for those who say no to gene therapy have been dropped I booked flights back to the UK.

I spent the next 24 hours quite elated, imagining all the things that my daughter and I could do when we went there. We could stay in a hotel for the first night. We could visit a big bookshop in London. We could eat lunch out and travel by train. We wouldn’t have to be worried about masks. And when I found myself planning where we could go and who we would see, I caught myself thinking that I’d have to rely on other people to get lifts.

And then I remembered of course I wouldn’t have to do that. There we would be free to travel on public transport. And with that came a renewed shock, at how wrong this is, what is happening here in Italy and many other countries. To be told you can’t enter a post office, a bank, a clothes shop. To have human rights erased, and how few people actually call it out. The media has been ‘othering’ those who choose to say no to gene therapy.

They have been calling them ‘anti-vaxxers’ (no-vax in italian) and I can see that when people use that term, they use it as if we are a homogenous group, that we share all the same characteristics, of being selfish, and ignorant. It is incredibly dangerous what the media has done, and threatens society as we know it, to remove rights from a particular group of people, and have barely a ripple of complaint because they all hate us.

Yesterday I found myself thinking about life in England, growing up, feeling nostalgic, and remembering how it was, when the darkness of our control structures, was just a mutter in the background, barely perceptible. Because they gave us freedom.

And if they wanted to bring down the heavy boot of control, and abuse they did it to other people, often in far-flung countries. Not us. How easy it was to be fooled then, and believe the illusion, even if there was something, muttering and whispering from the background, saying something’s not right about this reality.

And now, it’s us. And when it became us, we went looking to understand the darkness, to fall deep down into the rabbit hole, and learn about what the darkness consists of. Who it is, and how they operate. And then we came back up and tried to tell people what we had learnt. And of course they didn’t listen, because it wasn’t them.

Yesterday I read a comment about how saying no to the injections is white privilege. And I thought, no, it’s the opposite in fact. Saying yes, is a decision made from previous privilege. From the privilege of having a good life, and being rewarded by the system with good finances, and good medical care. Enough to trust. Many of us who did not have the privilege of obtaining favours from the system, or good medical care, already know not to trust it. There’s nothing privileged about already knowing the system is dark, and injures people.

But there are layers of privilege, and when you peel them all back, ultimately, the only genuine lasting privilege is reserved for those at the very top. Really you’re one of us. Just as they turned on their own European non-injected citizens, they can turn on you, at any moment. And signing up to a digital identity system, as it evolves into a microchip/body/brain cloud system, is like weaving the very net that will one day entrap you, whoever you are.

I can’t wait to enjoy my freedom to finally be able to see my family and friends, and take my daughter out on special trips just the two of us which we can no longer do in Italy. But I am not fooled by Boris Johnson’s laid back relaxing of the rules. All you need to do is take a look at the government’s website, read about how they plan to augment the human body with a merging of people and the web, and then you know, that the front stage, is all just a show.

The plans are there for all to see, and yet so many choose not to believe, the darkness behind it all. I pray that you look into it all before it’s too late.