In early 2018, while reading in bed, I was suddenly overwhelmed with a sensation the likes of which I had never felt before. It felt like a large electrical hand had reached into my chest – squeezing it - attempting to pull my heart out of my spine through my back. I could barely breathe and had no idea what was happening.
My body and brain eventually shut down and I fell asleep. When I woke the next morning, I was partially paralyzed. The right side of my body, from my breast plate down, had an ‘in and out’ ‘pins and needles’ sensation, and my right leg felt as if it had been slipped inside a boot filled with icy slush. These sensations come and go to this day, along with extreme fatigue, depression and an ominous knowing that any alteration in my health and wellness protocols (for instance, not getting enough exercise, oxygen, nutrients or sleep, for instance), could cause a flare up which could paralyze, blind or even kill me.
A week later following the initial attack, after myriad tests, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.
Why am I telling you this?
Yesterday, on October 6, 2021, I walked to the James Bay Pharmasave for postage. There I was, standing in line behind 5 other people, waiting to get a stamp.
I was approached by a male staff member and told to put on a mask. I said, ‘I am exempt. I am not wearing one.’ He said I had to show proof of exemption: That it was the law. I said, ‘No, that is not the law. (Mandates are NOT laws). But discriminating against people with disabilities (failing to adhere to the BC Human Rights Laws regarding disabilities) IS against the Law.’
There is a duty to accommodate, and even though it would have caused the Pharmasave staff no hardship to do so, the former fact was ignored.
The male employee got the manager. In the background I could hear them talking. I heard, ‘Yeah, ‘another one of them’ was in earlier today’. Being treated like this by those who assumed ‘charge’ in this closed setting, due to a quality I have which I cannot help, reminded me of High School.
The staff could and should have taken me at my word: That I have a disability. It should have ended there. Instead, it was insinuated that I am a liar, the manager instructed the postal worker not to help me, and then told me security would be called if I didn’t leave.
I went home and cried for about an hour; an attack came on as a direct result of this experience.
It honestly feels these days as if I am walking through a strange and unrecognizable place, with intangible walls - built to imprison consciousness, healthy discourse, critical thought and freedom of choice - closing in further each day, in which the majority of people appear to have been very badly and systematically abused.
It genuinely appears that entire cities are experiencing Stockholm syndrome, combined with Munchhausen’s Syndrome.
On people’s faces and in their body language is dread, a lack of trust and oftentimes, a ‘flinching’ reaction when anyone else comes near them. There is little eye contact made and we cannot read faces anymore. Even if people do smile behind their masks, we cannot see it. People who have hearing impairments cannot read lips anymore. People draw away from each other and act as if others are going to hurt or infect them. Overall, people appear disconnected, energetically reduced, and just plain sad.
This is what’s been done to ‘keep us safe’.
And yet, those who are ‘keeping us safe’ refuse to talk about the real effects of their ‘measures’. They also refuse to acknowledge (and in fact discourage, censor and ignore), the scientific facts which thousands of doctors, virologists, immunologists, nurses and health care (and other) professionals have been attempting to make public, as it is the duty of physicians to do so: To do no harm. To withhold information does not serve public health, the public interest or informed consent.
Further, there has been no effort to honour the most vulnerable people in our midst: The elderly, children, the veterans, the homeless and those with disabilities, to name a few groups.
Why is this?
As I stood there in line, shaking badly, my heart pounding far faster than it should be considering all I wanted was to mail a letter to my mom, I could barely believe what was happening. The woman in front of me (God bless her) actually turned to talk to me, and pointed out: ‘The woman working behind the counter isn’t wearing a mask’.
I looked up and saw she was right. In a shaky voice – calmly, but out loud – I said, ‘Have we forgotten the simple common sense fact that if someone is not sick, they cannot make another person sick?’ Not to mention this bug has a 99.97% recovery rate.
Why did the whole world shut down for THIS but not cancer, or heart disease, or the obesity epidemic, or starvation, or for that matter, over human trafficking, which is a $150 billion dollar (annually) ‘industry’ which sees millions of children and people trafficked annually? Why in 2009 did the world health organization (WHO) change the definition of ‘pandemic’, to something which counted cases as opposed to deaths? Why is the PCR still being used to ‘diagnose’ cases, when the test itself – according to its inventor, Kary Mullis – was never meant to do so?
I felt completely helpless, ignored, marginalized and on the verge of tears, and then said, ‘Does no one here care about what this is doing to me – to us – in reality, on the inside?’
No one turned. No one responded. I turned away from the line of people and faced the rack of cards. I saw one that read, ‘Feel better soon!’ I couldn’t help but feel that this inanimate object seemed to care more about me more than these actual people did.
I have never felt like I did not matter more than in that moment.
It felt cold; apathetic. What happened? How had two weeks become two years?
There was no defense of the ‘little guy’, and this made me think of how the children are being treated.
The ramifications hit me.
Will this visit the grocery stores next? Will I not be allowed to buy food? I just want to breathe fresh oxygen, which I need to do for my health. (And believe me, if there was ANY sound science behind wearing masks to keep viral particulate matter out of the body, I would wear one).
I tried to reason with this unreasonable situation. I thought to wait for the security agents (I have gone through basic security training and used to work as such, so I thought I could reason with them), but there was no reason here and I sensed a flare up coming. Stress is the worst thing for this condition. So, I had to leave. At this point, I have to thank God that I could.
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When one cannot fight or flee, one freezes and dissociates. This is called trauma. When you cannot feel what is actually happening because it is too shocking, painful or terrifying, you disconnect from the experience. As a result, as the experiencer, you end up with unexperienced experiences; ones which the mind temporarily (or perhaps for the rest of your life, depending) shoves down, but which the body thoroughly engulfs inside the cells as untapped and ‘tumorous’ somatic events.
Essentially, a person becomes a shell, containing a mosaic of broken fragments of ‘self’ inside it.
What did I see and feel inside the Pharmasave that day? What do I feel when I look around at people now? Afraid to look at each other, heads down, seemingly engulfed in fear, paranoia and suspicion? I see and feel mass disconnection fueled by mass deception. I see abuse. I see trauma. This makes feeling good, healing and staying healthy very hard.
I am sorry to break it to everyone reading this, but the ones causing this hideously unethical, malfeasant and unnecessary storm of constant confusion, fear and trauma are the ones telling you they'll save you from it. This is textbook narcissistic abuse; classic Hegelian Dialectic. And they are using well-intentioned but intentionally ill-informed people to carry out their orders.
Benjamin Rush, Founding Father of the United States, who signed the Declaration of Independence
and served in the Continental Congress, attempted to warn the people about medical tyranny when he wrote:
“The Constitution of this Republic should make special provision for medical freedom. To restrict the art of healing to one class will constitute the Bastille of medical science. All such laws are un-American and despotic. … Unless we put medical freedom into the constitution the time will come when medicine will organize into an undercover dictatorship and force people who wish doctors and treatment of their own choice to submit to only what the dictating outfit offers.”
Written by Mary Catherine Rose ©
I passed it on to my closest friends.
No one should have to go thru this. Ever. I'm so grateful to be living in South Carolina. I moved here from New York City area and have been back since this started and I can't even go out to eat because I don't have a passport. I never thought segregation would come back but here it is. The worst part is how it's affecting our children. Dr. Malone had a great Town Hall Style conference yesterday and it was so informative. The damage that's being done will never be reversed.