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I Refuse to Be Led Silently Into a Brave New World Order

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posted on May, 11 2020 @ 12:46 PM
How I'm feeling right about now

Our world is in crisis; it would be hard to deny that fact. From what I can best gauge, opportunists waiting like vultures in the eves for just such a catastrophe have swept in with an admittedly brilliant plan to divide and rule over “the herd.” With lives at stake, anyone protesting the “new normal post Covid world” (straight from the tv screen yesterday on CNN) is worse than selfish--they are being reckless with others’ lives. We are meant to just shut up, cover our big mouths (and smiles) with masks, stay home and away from our family members and friends, lose our livelihoods, sacrifice the education of our children, snitch on our neighbors, distrust others, and somehow stretch $1200 for the next 3 months. All this, and still no guarantee of safety, particularly since the majority of cases in New York were recently found to be from supposedly self isolating individuals: (and considering that our cell phones are being used to track our whereabouts, maybe the government knows that these people indeed stayed home The problem I have with many of these measures is that they all seem like putting a bandaid over a gushing wound. Not only do masks restrict our breathing, our ability to communicate, and our individuality, the majority of “masks” being worn in public have not been proven to prevent this type of virus at all. I googled “how effective are cloth masks,” and the first several hits (beyond the CDC’s recommendation to wear cloth masks and leave the rest to medical personnel) were articles doubting their efficacy. In fact, this quote from Medical NewsToday throws the mask edict well into question:

Now, new findings, published in the Annals of Internal Medicine, suggest that neither surgical nor cloth masks are at all effective in stopping the spread of SARS-CoV-2. Moreover, reports keep coming out about different ways this virus is transmitted (one being through the eyes), so what are we actually gaining besides the illusion of being safe when we all go out wearing masks over our faces? Is the illusion of safety enabling people to engage in even riskier behavior (for example, my school plans on reopening for classes in two weeks, and masks play a huge role in our apparent safety). Without more probing questions regarding the exact time and place of this virus’s origin, and perhaps henceforth into its real nature, I believe that open laceration will continue to bleed to disastrous results.
In the meantime, I ask everyone who is against the flimsy and restrictive options being offered (or forced) on us, as well as the equally horrifying surveillance system which is being drawn up by people who stand to make a huge and tremendous profit from collecting and tracking more and more of our lives into bits of data (looking at YOU, Bill Gates) to speak out as often and as loudly and as reasonably as one possibly can. I DO NOT CONSENT quietly to a future of restriction and distance being forced on my children. They are the ones who have the most to lose and the longest to suffer under draconian rule, and they are the very ones who have no voice throughout this crisis.
While I don’t have any good solutions to offer (in part because I am a nobody, in part because we are all working with partial, censored, and conflicting information), I am confident that those more wise and knowledgeable than I can face this problem head on. If the whole world puts its collective heads together, the results could be staggering; if we continue to bicker amongst ourselves and trust the goverments’ mandates and motives the result might be more disastrous than death--a life of breathing stifled air, of accepting stifled communication, and a life of giving grandma air hugs and (for the daring) elbow bumps.

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posted on May, 11 2020 @ 12:58 PM
Well said...but with that being said lets call it for what it is... A New World Order. Problem Reaction Solution...their Modus Operandi. Well planned and in the making for many years...put on your conspiratorial hat..predicated by many..ignored by too many more..a reply to: zosimov

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 12:59 PM
a reply to: Bigbrooklyn

You are absolutely right. I'm editing the title to reflect this truth. Thank you.

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:09 PM
Every time I hear the words "welcome to our new norm" I mumble a few choice words of disgust and SMH. Anyone that hasn't realized yet that a nefarious agenda is being pushed upon us, should just stick they're head back in the sand.

Don't let a good crisis go to waste.

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:13 PM
a reply to: mtnshredder

It was exactly those sentiments which prompted this thread. I'm willing to take temporary measures if it would help keep even one person out of the hospital, but will fight to the death for my kids to have a better life than I had. This post is in honor of mother's day and for all the moms who I'm certain will be strong voices in the fight against a "post-Covid life."

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:17 PM
Solid Rant!

There is only one befitting response. A response where 'Lenore' is the embodiment of life before all of this madness...and what follows.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"—
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never—nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting—
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

- "The Raven" - Edgar Allen Poe (1845)

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:20 PM
a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

I love that you brought some Poe into this thread. (But oh! the implications are bleak! I hope you are mistaken but don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. Yet.)

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:26 PM
a reply to: zosimov

I take issue with something you said:

I am a nobody

I call BS

We all have our Gifts and Talents. While these have been.. misdirected for the profits of others, and us programmed to bicker over nonsense. I dont believe any of us are "nobodies."

That thought and paradigm is part of this Agenda 21-ified "new world." Its not so new though, its a desperate ploy to retain the same social structures that have existed since the feudal era (or before).

We get our attentions shifted to meeting basic needs. Our ideals directed to "feel good" flowery fluff that we call heartwarming, but we leave the "real" change to others (corporate interests).

This is a conflict that has been ongoing for quite some time. Its very, very different than most can imagine, much less know how to address it.

Folks have been programmed to think in terms of "support it," "protest it," or "get violent." But its always over very carefully crafted and cultivated narratives. Very rarely do we see discussion about actual, fundamental paradigm shifts. It might be more critical than ever though.

We can build all these things right here and now. Its what Im trying to do for my family, but they do mock me for it. The Manipulation Machine has told them what people like me think, and who people like me "are." They stopped asking me any questions about what I think or believe years ago, sadly.

They dont realize Im trying to do my little part to create a different way of life, right here and now, and since I dont try to force it on others.. They seem to believe Im not serious about it.

I do not consent, and I do not comply either. Nor will I force my way of life or beliefs on others.

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:28 PM
a reply to: zosimov

You already know my sentiments on all this, but the more people who say it and say it loudly the sooner we can crush this fascistic behavior.

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:32 PM
a reply to: Serdgiam

Woah, I really loved this response. (also, thank you my friend-- I believe you! In fact, I believe we are all tremendously powerful and beautiful beings who have for reasons I can't figure agreed to being programmed to forget our own worth.)

What you wrote about the long term plan to maintain a serf-lord structure is quite brilliant. Thanks for another great comment.

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:34 PM
a reply to: AugustusMasonicus

I'm ready to shout it from the rooftops, my friend.

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:37 PM

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus
a reply to: zosimov

You already know my sentiments on all this, but the more people who say it and say it loudly the sooner we can crush this fascistic behavior.

LOL. Nice one!

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:41 PM
a reply to: zosimov

When hasn't our world been in crisis?

There's always a boogie-man hiding somewhere in our closet or under our bed.

Orwell said it best when he pitted Oceania against Eurasia and against Eastasia.

Perhaps, we (as a species) need an enemy in order to justify our peace.

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posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:43 PM
a reply to: zosimov

I have always just been an observer..

Sometimes i inject some poison in when no one is looking..

But i am afraid we do not have any saying.

Our opinion does not matter when it comes to the new world, and if it did, it would be silenced with aggression and violence.

Just need to keep playing with the cards at hand.

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:44 PM

"We will not go quietly into the night!
We will not vanish without a fight!
We're going to live on!
We're going to survive!
Today we celebrate our Independence Day"

Independence Day

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posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:46 PM

originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: zosimov

When hasn't our world been in crisis?

Ha. Good point.

There's always a boogie-man hiding somewhere in our closet or under our ben.

Orwell said it best when he pitted Oceania against Eurasia and against Eastasia.

Perhaps, we (as a species) need an enemy in order to justify our peace.

Wow, your last line is really quite an interesting philosophical question, worth a thought I'd say.

Agreed, too, that Orwell's incisive ideas into human nature and the manipulation therof rival the best.

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 01:56 PM
a reply to: solve

Well I can't say your response lacks logic, but I do hope you're wrong.
I do agree though that our meager voices might not be enough to stem the tide. We'd basically have to all roar back at once and I don't see that happening. It could, though

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 02:00 PM
Went to do some quick shopping with hubby yesterday. We were in the minority, not wearing a mask. I have never seen so many empty food shelves.
This is not typical, for our little corner of the world. At least it hadn't been.

I told hubby, I wanted to start yelling at people, "this is not normal, this is not the way things should be, why are we putting up with this?"

He didn't think that was a good idea.

I will go shopping without him next time.
I have bail money.

I feel like I am in some weird dream, and I can't get everyone else to wake up.
It is very frustrating.

posted on May, 11 2020 @ 02:09 PM
I just stand there staring at the empty shelves and wonder what has happened to our people. I am not naive, I am not a conspiracy nut, I am stunned at how easily our people have become conditioned to do what the masters say.


posted on May, 11 2020 @ 02:14 PM
a reply to: zosimov

i've gone out without a cloth mask
i get dirty looks from people when i do.

i don't see the point in the mask. aren't viruses smaller than the holes in the cloth of a mask? if so, then the mask is worthless against the virus. maybe we should start wearing full gas masks. or scuba gear.

am i missing something here?

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