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The Three D’s of Conversion Under Coercion

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For the personality-transformers a major early objective is to destroy the identity using the three D’s of conversion under coercion. That way it is then much easier to ‘re-build’ or ‘repair’ that breakdown into what you consider a desired outcome.

Debilitation – keeping you in your house for weeks without a firm end date, taking away other essential functions for normality and threatening to take away things and people you love from your circle. Taking away your ability to earn money, live and survive.

Dread – made to feel it might go on forever but it constantly changes so you can’t get used to it, make it so that you won’t know when something will happen, topped off with worry of impending virus and death

Dependency – realising your fate lies with your captors, thinking that the only way to make them stop, or let you go, is to comply with them. You ‘hope’ it will get better.

And this is where hope can become a very misleading thought process. Because while you are sat back hoping for better, worse is appearing before your very eyes.

How some people don’t see it astounds me. The surveillance measures that are being proposed to deal with a strain of a virus which has a 99.7% survival rate (and in the UK the average of death with it is now older than the average age of death generally!), and is part of a group of viruses we have known about for quite some time, is just extraordinary. And now the hostility that appears to be happening online between generations of families is hurtful to behold. I have a very split family, with people disowning each other left right and centre going back decades, so I know it happens anyway. People are standing their ground, on both sides, and are willing to lose everything for it. But which side is right? They both think they are, but while they are squabbling with each other and now blaming, hating, accusing each other of various things – the true puppeteers of it all, must be laughing their heads off.

Shit stirrers we used to call them, and occasionally I used to be one in school, because I was bored and understood how easy it was to ’cause a ripple’ as they say. It was surprisingly easy to turn people against each other, or to start a rumour to see how fast it travelled round. But very quickly you grow out of that, you learn it’s called ‘playground tactics’ for a reason. Because for me, I decided that those were lessons in life, myself, in people and behaviour.

But now they are destroying family units, networks and generations of empathy and love – being distinguished and replaced with hate and contempt. I can’t help thinking it has become its own monster now, and will follow this path of destruction because that is what people do, or appear to have done. We do not just recognise and acknowledge the wrongness, we gravitate towards it, discuss it and indulge it. I can’t help thinking a speech in a recent movie I watched nailed it to me, it’s a corny film and I guess this speech is too, but it meant something to me and my thoughts of how much better we could be.

“Let’s imagine… if you glimpsed the future, you were frightened by what you saw, what would you do with that information? You would go to… the politicians, captains of industry? And how would you convince them? Data? Facts? Good luck! The only facts they won’t challenge are the ones that keep the wheels greased and the dollars rolling in. But what if… what if there was a way of skipping the middle man and putting the critical news directly into everyone’s head? The probability of wide-spread annihilation kept going up. The only way to stop it was to show it. To scare people straight. Because, what reasonable human being wouldn’t be galvanized by the potential destruction of everything they’ve ever known or loved? To save civilization, I would show its collapse. But, how do you think this vision was received? How do you think people responded to the prospect of imminent doom? They gobbled it up like a chocolate eclair! They didn’t fear their demise, they re-packaged it. It could be enjoyed as video-games, as TV shows, books, movies, the entire world wholeheartedly embraced the apocalypse and sprinted towards it with gleeful abandon. Meanwhile, your Earth was crumbling all around you. You’ve got simultaneous epidemics of obesity and starvation. Explain that one! Bees and butterflies start to disappear, the glaciers melt, algae blooms. All around you the coal mine canaries are dropping dead and you won’t take the hint! In every moment there’s the possibility of a better future, but you people won’t believe it. And because you won’t believe it you won’t do what is necessary to make it a reality. So, you dwell on this terrible future. You resign yourselves to it for one reason, because *that* future does not ask anything of you today. So yes, we saw the iceberg and warned the Titanic. But you all just steered for it anyway, full steam ahead. Why? Because you want to sink! You gave up! That’s not the monitor’s fault. That’s yours.”

But it almost seems as though we are confused, and the ideas they are pumping us full off are not in the right direction, are not from a place of peace and prosperity at all. They are from a greedy, selfish and controlling section of society who are introducing ever more startling and sinister forms of control. Once they separate us mentally and physically from each other and ‘hook’ us up to their creation, we may not have the choice of being ourselves anymore. And maybe the truth of the matter is that many people didn’t like themselves to begin with, so what they are offering does seem attractive. But time and perspective will deal people a cruel blow here, because it is only with those two will you know if you made the right choice for yourself, or if it was right to hand over all your choices to them. Letting them decide who you get to be.

Lots of people build their identity around their family, work, friends, interests. Through those things and time and experience, you usually find yourself or who you think you are and often can help in maintaining what people call, your sense of self. So take away those things, or change or restrict them, and to me you start to disrupt the sense of self, which then leads neatly into starting to tinker and tamper with identity and personality. Ending very deliberately in converting someone’s thought process to your desired outcome. Sometimes people don’t even know they are being coerced, it can be done very subtly. It usually starts to fall apart when other people question it though, which is why it is very important to keep people away from others (lockdowns, bubbles, restriction), or leads to anger and odd behaviour, because people can’t explain why they feel that way, they just do. I more than most do understand someone not having the language to articulate themselves to explain what they feel, that is different. When someone doesn’t have a coherent argument or valid point to dispute, they will often then get angry or annoyed, start calling names like mental or selfish, and try and use emotional blackmail to get their way. “If you don’t do this, then you cant…” because it is not just what they think they believe you are questioning, it is their very sense of self. Which can be quite unnerving when suddenly highlighted by mere words from another person. They think they are asking you a question – but in fact, the whole shell of the person has just started to crumble with that question, but they are unable to communicate that effectively.

I hope that people who are picking either side, are at least doing so with the full possession of what facts are available, and that you know without any doubt in your heart that you are right. That you have made up your own mind, whatever that may be, make sure they are your thoughts, your ideas and your conclusions. This is your life, and as far as I am aware, you only get one.

(c) K Wicks

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Who Really Knows Where It Goes?

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I don’t know where this is all going. It’s all speculation from people like me at this point, although we may have been right about a great number of things so far, doesn’t mean we know. And we want to be wrong more than you would believe. But what currently takes my thought, is the unfolding drama surrounding adverse reactions to the newly created drug and rather elaborate and desperate push for it. I made my decision last April I would not be partaking in their trial to test what they called, a brand-new drug to treat a brand-new illness. From the start things didn’t add up for me, and despite a terrible virus being one of my very real fears throughout my life, this one wasn’t as it appeared. Because appearances can achieve an awful lot without actually having to do. Often people like to be seen to do things rather than actually do them, and I have never liked this and try to see through it where I can.

Like I said, many things didn’t add up – I started paying attention in January 2020, as soon as the first ‘Chinese Whispers’ started to filter through. And very quickly it became apparent to me that this was not a random event, or a natural virus. It became clear it was a carefully crafted, scripted, funded and enacted scheme with many players and goals taking shape. But the pawns in it would be us, the people on the ground, the public. But to get to us, I knew they would need to use what I call the middle services group, who are us, but they work for them. Under the guise of regulations and licenses they control that section of society (I am one too working in finance, reporting data to the HMRC and telling people what taxes to pay – it’s my job and it pays my bills, but I feel like a traitor doing it). People like civil servants, the police, doctors, medical staff, transport sectors, council, etc. But how much they control them has been revealed – they can shut you down and stop you being capable of earning money and feeding your family. Whereas previously you only had to worry about getting ill, or an unforeseen circumstance befalling you, you would have turned to someone else for help maybe. There is now a new worry, someone might sneeze 100 miles away, and suddenly your whole life is shut down and taken away from you. In fact, everybody’s life, stopped. You can still breath and function obviously, but ‘living’ becomes existing and at the whim and mercy of a bunch of people who ironically, your taxes pay for. Politicians – because whoever is really pulling their strings is unknown, so the buck stops with them as far as we see. They are the ones who have put into place these bizarre nonsensical draconian measures, for the purpose of ruining the economy and everyone’s health. Yet they apparently have done it for everyone’s health? And that is where it looks like a rather blatant lie. Of which there have been many.

Next in line for the glaringly obvious, must be the death rates. Last year, when the ‘pandemic’ hit, we had a rather steady death rate of the elderly in hospitals and care homes. To be expected with a virus such as this. But at the time, it still didn’t add up to me, the figures were being fudged from the start and the articles that were coming out seemed to show a pattern. If there was an infection, they discharged them quickly into a care home, and sounded the alarm that they had a bunch of cases. Then it appears a strange and orchestrated effort between the then health secretary, care home managers and NHS staff, to slap DNR’s on people, administer Midazolam, put on ventilators unnecessarily and to finish them off in line with whatever target they had been given. They needed a certain number over a short period to give the impression of an illness ‘sweeping’ through the elderly. In my previous piece It Looked Sinister I cover why it doesn’t look good from the perspective of someone on the outside.

As the year went on their odd mask mandates started long after the illness seemed to simmer down. Another thing I refused to do from the start, entertain the mask thing. Personally, I need all my airways clear to breath, I don’t feel as though I am getting enough oxygen otherwise, but that’s just me. I don’t judge anyone for wanting to wear one, but I also understand about bacteria and what kind of environment they like to multiply in, so knew it would be a pass from me. And I only knew one person in the entire time that caught the illness, and he recovered within a few weeks, and had some fatigue after. Oddly enough, just like the flu. So the year rumbles on and the talk of the vaccine and roll out dates start. I decided I knew where this is going, and speculated as much on twitter, but stuck with my original assessment that I would be steering well clear of their medication. My theory was that it will mess with the immune system and cause a crash response, leaving the body undefended against basic illnesses. What appears to be happening is far worse than I could have speculated. I did not know enough about proteins and blood to know what would happen, but once I did read up on it based on the reaction I was reading about, I was horrified and more than concerned.

Last winter looked like flu took a leave of absence for a year, weirdly they couldn’t manage to come up with any flu deaths, at all. Despite this apparently killing upwards of 60,000 people each year. Yes, that many. And we never shut down before did we? Even though we know flu can be a killer of the elderly. Like I said. Odd. It appeared I may have been right at the beginning when I said they have ‘borrowed’ flu deaths and rebranded it for purpose. So far I haven’t seen any evidence to the contrary. People also used to die of other things, but they too all seemed to just stop. Anyone who died with a hint of a coronavirus was branded as a CV death. Even heart attacks, strokes, tumours, car accidents, old age etc. Just to make this clear in case you were weren’t aware,

“Scientists first identified a human coronavirus in 1965. It caused a common cold. Later that decade, researchers found a group of similar human and animal viruses and named them after their crown-like appearance. Seven coronaviruses can infect humans.”

So when they are testing for coronavirus, they are testing you for a common cold. This new strain hasn’t been isolated as far as I am aware, so we aren’t really sure what they think they are testing for, but guess what, they are finding it. In everyone, with no illness or symptoms. Look at the havoc that has caused. But they were the first step to cause confusion and fear. They needed people to be willing to roll up their sleeves for this cocktail they were about to unleash. What it does is awful enough, but the ingredients too are very unpalatable – at least to me anyway. Monkey kidney cells, aborted foetal tissue and all sorts of other things I am better of not knowing and keeping away from. So, they start to roll out their drug. Instantly it looked like care home deaths went up again, sharply, in line with them being the first group. It looked like another cull at first, but slowed to a steady pace, by which time they had already turned their attention to a younger group. And so the bait and switch began – where they promise your freedom and right to work, if only another million get jabbed, it’s only another age group, it’s only another few weeks. It’s only to save the NHS. The needs and demands changed rapidly and set their sights on each group in turn. Until soon everyone blamed each other for holding everyone else back. Then they started to nudge and encourage bullying of unvaccinated people, a bit of extra coercion where people had sussed them. And while they were all fighting amongst themselves, and worrying for their livelihood and future, they came for the children. Conveniently, they have decided to not report anyone dying of a vaccine reaction if it occurs within 14 days, because they say it doesn’t become effective for that long. Always changing the goalposts the targets to fit their criteria, rather than the facts at hand.

Whether it’s true or not, and you believe the rumours that the ‘medicine’ contains things that are a ticking timebomb, each person must decide for themselves. I have weighed up what I consider to be my personal risk of adverse reaction against the risks of said virus. I would rather take my chances with the virus and stay as far away from the medical profession as I can. I know more about my own immune system and it’s abilities than someone who has never met me, and clearly doesn’t have my best interests at heart.

A new mindset has now moved in though, and one that was maybe only previously reserved for my fiction and disaster stories. Where you know people are going to die, lots of them. Yet you have to keep walking around them for months, years, knowing it’s coming and you can’t warn anyone or do anything about it, the disaster unfolds as it was meant to. As a writer, I don’t get to know where the story goes until I get there, it reveals itself to me as a write it, but if we could on this one, would we skip to the end page just to know how it all ends?

(c) K Wicks

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It looked sinister…

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Slightly updated to add in some sources to back up these observations, I understand it won’t be nice for anyone who hadn’t previously noticed or considered some of the issues being highlighted here. But I have no doubt it may still be perceived as ‘conspiracy talk’ to some.

We can’t be sure at this point, but A Chain Of Events seemed to unfold. Some saw it as a warning of what was to come, and theorised what would happen.

I will explain from my point of view, I don’t speak for others.

Last year, only a week before official lockdown was declared, covid was downgraded to a non highly infectious disease on the gov website.

In the same month, they suddenly suspended the 1902 cremation act. This act was put in place to make sure two doctors had to sign off on death certificates. That is what led to Harold Shipman being caught. So I was concerned when I noticed that had been suspended.

Then they restricted access to care homes and visits by family and loved ones. No-one would be able to see if anything untoward was occurring. There have been reports since of that time, of hundreds of people being left to die of dehydration during the first lockdown. Not a nice way to go, and completely avoidable. – Link to article detailing this

Then there was the ventilators drive. I did not like the high mortality rate once the ventilators got involved, and it was a big fear factor in the propaganda. Evidently it turns out that they shouldn’t have used them for so many. Article here As well as what seems to be a directive from somewhere to put DNR’s (Do Not Resuscitate) orders on people without consent. Not just the elderly, even just for people with learning disabilities. Article here.

In recent months we have learnt that huge quantities of Midazolam was ordered and administered, of which the side affects are breathing problems and is used as a heavy sedative and as end of life drugs.

And we can’t forget the dancing nurses in empty hospitals, barricades to stop the public. To ‘save the nhs’. That phrase has become a sick joke, that we the people are here to serve and save the very institution we have paid into our whole lives. That it can and is being weilded as an instrument of ransom and intimate control over peoples lives is disturbing.

And still now, they have doomed thousands if not millions to a fate of pain and worry by cancelling everything routine ‘just in case’. They have already dismantled the NHS as you knew it and it just seems like a weapon of control and a cash cow. It just seems a formality that they haven’t announced it yet. I do not doubt that there are good people within it, but does not appear to be any who run it or use it against us. They have turned against their oath of do no harm and instead been taken by money, stats and targets. We are starting to see and hear some troubling reactions to the speedy roll out of a rushed and experimental drug. Only time will tell if we are right to be worried and if any justice will be had.

I was not born to save the NHS, none of us were, yet this is the repeated narrative and given reason for everything these days. It was never about health and that much has been made obvious by the way they have ignored existing health problems and created a whole set of new ones.

It was a chain of events, spelling out that something nefarious has played out in front of us. Maybe I’m wrong, and those things are all coincidences. Like all the other things…

(c) K Wicks

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In such a short time… (poetry)

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In such a short time, they changed the way

That people think, and what they say

Dividing us up, turning friend into foe

Keeping it changing, so no-one will know

Just what is the truth, now hidden in lies

Being led by deceivers, that is no surprise

But more is at stake, than is being made clear

They’ve taken the joy, and poisoned with fear

That which was normal, replaced it with madness

Crushing the wills, and forcing a sadness

But through the dark, a sliver of hope

A chance of some brightness, no time to mope

Our strength will be needed, and good energy

To believe in a future, where we will be free

~

From these strange maniacal overlords

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks

How It Starts To Tie In

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There have been little things over the years that made me think there was something wrong with the bigger picture. I thought they will go for money, heat/power, health and food. Control those and you control people. What they want to control us for? That is yet to be seen.

Small at first, but they all added themselves to what I shall now name as the ‘Portfolio of Doom’. Sufficiently dramatic I think for where we are now, but at least I know I was not crazy, or a doomsayer. How can you be when what you thought and said would happen began to roll out.

Cashless – that one is obvious I think and my article Cash covers my view on that.

Smart meters. They just seem like a more efficient way to bill people on the face of it. But in my head, it made it easier to monitor how much you use. And also gives them more access to switch it off at the source. I also thought it odd that fireplaces were being closed off and thought if we ever need them as back up, they won’t be there. And now they are starting to take away gas boilers, it doesn’t look good.

They have already been interfering with our health, well before this last year I already had suspicions that much of the mainstream information and advice is not from a place of good. It is from a place of profit. Through personal experience and observations, it seems obvious the motive is not to prevent, but to attempt to cure. Like the old industry saying goes

~ A patient cured is a customer lost ~

There is also now much talk of scaling back agriculture, stop eating what we tell you, come down on the people who could sustain us outside of government run facilities. Farmers. Replacing Farmer with Pharma.

When the adverts started for a certain home exercise bike and now full exercise routine, where you are part of an online workout or something, I thought then – one day they will have each house hooked up with one. You’ll have to cycle to ‘earn’ your daily quota of electricity and food and to prove you are exercising as expected. They’ll be able to monitor your heartbeat (fitbit) what you eat (calorie apps) to decide if you have earned rewards. And in the last two weeks, we have indeed had articles starting on rewarding people for exercise and good diet, how are they going to monitor that I wonder.

If people welcome this kind of influence over their lives, then I can only presume they want parenting. With the controls coming in on spending through cashless and digital currency, they are targeting choice. As if they have decided that people can’t be trusted with their own health, choices and future. But who are they to decide that? But what is worse, is that it seems they overloaded us all with more choices than we could ever need, then blamed us for not being able to deal with it. So then they have to take away choices to dictate everything. To them it makes it easier to control us. To us it takes away something that gives us freedom. Over our bodies, our minds and our lives. What to wear, to eat, where to go, who to hang out with. It seems it would be a very predictable and sterile world without choice, but maybe not everyone liked having it in the first place.

When you look at the bigger picture, lots of it doesn’t feel right. All the institutions are made to control us, not to protect us, but it is under the guise of protection, For your own good, for your health, for your safety. For the greater good. And other things that should set alarm bells going in your mind. They are not our caregiver; they are not our parent. So it disturbs me to see grown adults treat them as if they are, and wait for further ‘instructions’ on how to live. It wasn’t meant to be like this.

My view on the passport debacle is very clear. They are not needed and they are definitely NOT about health. In fact, everything they do proves it is not about health, but what they say – people believe. And I cannot be clearer when I say to people, by all mean listen and give what someone says the time of day, but when it comes to trust, trust what they do, not what they say. If the two match up, then you are all good, if not, then steer well clear and possibly don’t not base your life decisions on what they say.

(c) K Wicks

Something big… (poetry)

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Something big

Has occurred

And in the people

It has stirred

A critical mass

Of thought and fear

Two sides emerge

The divide is clear

An awakening

Of mind and voice

Gather your strength

And fight for choice

Choice to dream

To work and live

What they’re taking

We can’t forgive

Or hand it over

As on a plate

If all don’t see

It could be too late

The time is now

So try we must

To help the ones

Who blindly trust

What seems to be

The darkest plan

And time is short

To do what we can

~ 

To reveal that dark plot

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks

It can’t be stopped… (poetry)

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It can’t be stopped

What now unfolds

It looks so weird

What the future holds

It’s not by accident

But pure design

We’re trying hard

To hold the line

But it’s the line

That they keep moving

Just as fast

As we are disproving

All the nonsense

And all the mystery

But can’t keep up

As they rewrite history

Changing that

Which we already knew

Convincing many

That lies are true

So now we’re faced

With a growing threat

And one in our lifetime

We have not met

Time will tell

If the numbers can see

Just what is being set

For a new reality

~

Because it doesn’t look good from where I’m sitting…

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks

PTSD

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This is a chapter excerpt from my recent published work – Meeting in the Middle of Nowhere.

PTSD 

I wasn’t sure where this fit so it has its own small chapter. I also wanted to include it because before we knew of Aphantasia, my husband was actually rather dismissive of this condition. He said he didn’t understand why people were so traumatised to have this in the first place and why it goes on for so long. He can be extremely perceptive, so not getting it confused me and maybe because I had been diagnosed with this very thing, made me start to piece things together. Trauma and PTSD are different for everyone, but I believe memory and mental time travel made this last longer than necessary for me.

I had a breakdown and suffered from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder – just in case you haven’t come across this term before) from the age of fourteen, then spent the next three to four years at home with just my mother. Very limited home schooling and little or no socialising outside of the house. Then just before I turned eighteen, my mother suffered a massive brain aneurysm. I’m not going to lie, it was the most shocking event of my life. Whatever trauma I thought I had experienced up until that point, was completely overshadowed. It was on my watch too, I was home late from an appointment mid-morning and found her, having to call the ambulance and deal with the initial fallout. We had dogs so I called my step-father and the ambulance left with her, leaving me alone in the house with the dogs for company.

But what I do find interesting is despite the awfulness of what was happening, a part of my brain kept functioning but in a very detached state. Reason and logic were working on a different level. It happened on a Monday, and although my older brother lived away, I knew it was his day off. So I didn’t call him. My reasoning being, I’m about to change his life forever, nothing will be the same after this. And although I desperately wanted company and to share this tragedy, I wanted him to have one more normal day. And he did, I told him the next day. So there is a part of me that does and can keep functioning when the other part of me has shut down. All I can call them are split experiences, I have access to both and took part in both, but which one I focus on can determine how I cope with them.

It has taken me years to get over that event. To make matters more complicated she survived, but not in a good state. She ended up stuck way up north where we were residing at the time, so very cut off from anyone. I was the only child left living at home and made the choice to not look after her. I left and chose me and my upcoming life instead. You may judge me as harsh for leaving, but if you knew the full background you would possibly understand. I was followed by years of guilt for leaving, having to find out what had happened in my life so I didn’t have to have it following me anymore.

It was five years later she passed away and although I was relieved, I was not left with a sense of peace for some time after. My guilt at not being there to save her, and for not looking after her kept followed me. Every minute of that experience is etched in my mind, and for years it replayed whenever it felt like it. But the whole five years it went on for too, and after the funeral. It’s for things like this that I do not appreciate having such clear memories with full imagery. The only thing I could do over the years was to dissociate the emotions that I had attached to them, gradually minimising the impact and effect it would have on me. My life is still up and down as I am, I’m just dealing with it slightly better these days.

After knowing people like me see images and memories in our heads, my husband did understand why PTSD was such a thing for so many people. Even giving me a bit of insight into how people without imagery may still be affected. He says that maybe by not being able to adequately remember or visualise a traumatic event end up leading to a lack of closure. You aren’t able to work through it and put it behind you. I know it’s different for everyone though so it’s always going to be hard to say for sure.

(c) K Wicks

Meeting in the Middle of Nowhere