In the summer of 2020, at the height of all the madness, I took a trip to Alaska to see my daughter and her family. Hubs was stuck at work for 6 months straight because the minds of those who run his company were absolutely lost. Fear of lost revenue, fear of a ‘virus’ and the fear of the liberal mind that must wait for a higher entity (gov) to tell them how to act.
So, with mask on face in Boise, I set off. I managed to get through security and immediately went into the bathroom stall and tore off the mask. It was my first time wearing one and I totally abhorred it.
The US government declared diktat over all, and so did the idiotic liberal mayor of Boise. I was doomed to comply with the mask. My inner rebel had not yet come into its full power and I let them push me around. Why did I do that? Why did we do that? And I am just talking about the mask, which we all know was the signal. The signal of the outward sign of compliance to see how easily people would submit and acquiesce to their unconstitutional mandates and forthcoming pharmakeia Mengele death shots.
pharmakeia: the use of medicine, drugs or spells
Original Word:φαρμακεία, ας, ἡ
Part of Speech:Noun, Feminine
Transliteration: pharmakeia
Phonetic Spelling:(far-mak-i'-ah)
Definition:the use of medicine, drugs or spells
Usage:magic, sorcery, enchantment.
As I hung out, fully clothed and maskless, in a bathroom stall in the Boise airport, I took a picture. Sorry..blurry with joy.
People disappeared. Streets and seats were deserted. And, in the middle of the day, in the middle of summer, the Boise airport was empty.
And so was the plane to Seattle.
I had to change of planes at SeaTac and the sights there? Unbelievably dystopian. Can you see the people in this photo below? I had to crop it because I was pretty far away when I took it. I saw them and asked myself “Is there something they know that I don’t?” Seriously. I thought they had just come off the surgical floor at McDreamy’s hospital because they looked pretty official in their hazmat suits. Scrubs, rubber gloves, masks, clear shield masks and probably Haz-diapers as well. I was well into The Twilight Zone and I didn’t like it.
I arrived in Fairbanks on a late night flight. They handed out a form on the plane for us to fill out about ourselves and contact information and destination address. Really? Like an entry card on an international flight? Once again, I internally slap my forehead. Eff me. They inform us that when we land, we are not free to leave the airport. We must line up and have a covid test before we are free to go. We are lined up and directed, one at a time, to little cubicles. It was like triage. Men in surgical masks with long swabs waiting to take brain samples. No place to run or hide. Believe me, it crossed my mind. “Hmmm, I wonder how long I can hang out in the bathroom before I can sneak out of here?” We were all instructed, over the loudspeaker, that we were quarantined to our destinations until we got an e-mail telling us we were free to go. Free to go to Dennys, Target or Wal Mart because we were not infected with the kung-flu.
I finally step into a dimly lit, tarped off space and a guy tells me that he has to shove this swab up into my nasal cavity. It will feel as if I got some water up my nose. For 5 seconds he twisted this swab around inside MY frontal lobe. Then, still reeling from the curtailment of my freedom and the invasion of my body, I was as free as they said I was. I arrived at my daughters house and spent 3 lovely weeks with her and her little family. I did not wait for any e-mail telling me I was free. I have a feeling this is when I started my official rebellion.
My daughter and I traveled back to Boise together, just the two of us. I should have known it would be a trip that would document my secrets because she was there to see it and take photos. As always, Fairbanks TSA didn’t disappoint. What a waste of tax-payer dollars. No, this was not embarrassing. Just ridiculous. Here are the pictures of my security scan and the handsy follow-up. And…maybe I do have a secret place. You decide. Thanks TSA!
The masked flight home with my daughter was spent making the best of a bad situation. I slept about 4 hours on the plane. Without drugs. I am pretty sure it was hypoxia.
As I look back on that weird time, I think about how I complied. Why did I do that? Why did everyone do that? I wasn’t NOT going to fly. Those that come back with “I didn’t fly or travel so I didn’t comply!”. Ummm, no. That is not NOT COMPLYING. That is like telling a lie by omitting the truth. It is the same thing. There was no place to hide your non-compliance once they had you in the system. The trick is staying out of the system. Good luck to us all when it comes to that. If we followed an arrow on a grocery store aisle, we complied. How can we exist without satisfying the corruptors? I do not want to defer my humanity and free-will to anyone on this earth. They do not deserve me.
Evil is losing and knows it, so it is struggling even harder to stay alive and relevant. As for me and my rebellious resistance, it is resolute. Period. I will make a scene and not be afraid. I choose freedom over fear. Whatever they throw at me will not affect me in any way, shape or form. I choose fortitude and gratitude. I also choose rebellion, resistance and resilience. Find your tribe and hang tight because I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a summer.♥♥♥
That's a great horror story. Scary! I'll be sleeping with the lights on tonight.
The overlords will not get by with it again. Here's some information I got today from Dr. McCullough about the new disease they will try to gaslight us with:
https://petermcculloughmd.substack.com/p/who-chief-scientist-sir-jeremy-farrar/
If I understand correctly, the assertion is that refusing to fly under the circumstances imposed on us by a-holes does not meet the definition of not complying? Is that correct? If so, what would or did qualify as not complying?