Phantom World In A Fake Empire

Another death.

A friend told me that someone he was once close to had recently died, suddenly. But, there was no social media messaging about the death. It was word of mouth only. All he knew was this person’s age (55), gender (male) and that his body was discovered, lifeless, on Monday by the deceased person’s sister.

My friend couldn’t tell me the cause of death because no one told him. He couldn’t even tell me how long the deceased had ceased to live. I’m guessing the message to him came across in a text. “Hey man, this dude we know, well, he died.”
And that’s it. No further explanation. There isn’t even talk about a funeral yet and at the time of this writing the body was discovered only four days ago, so maybe it’s just too soon to talk about memorials or funerals.

So, the armchair anthropologist that I am rattled off the different reasons that may be the cause of the sudden death.

I said, “If it was suicide and he was being treated for depression and on SSRI’s, he could have been struggling with suicidal ideation which is a common side effect of SSRI’s.“

I also said, “He could have been dealing with years of environmental toxins and without addressing the core issues, which are toxins, his body could have a build-up of those toxins which could have migrated to his vital organs and caused a shut-down or some other health issue.”

I also said, “Perhaps he allowed himself to get a shot, or a series of shots, and these pharmaceutical poisons (also known as vaccines) could have contributed to his death.”

I also said, “Or maybe he was just depressed or out of sorts and took his own life because he couldn’t cope.”

I also said, “Or maybe he had a poor diet, drank too much and his heart just gave out.”

There are a myriad of other reasons why he could have died and my obsessive mind tends to rattle around the different ideas about what the cause of death could be until I give up and move on.

But this post isn’t about death, well, it’s sort of about death.

It’s about the limited information, or the withholding of information that could inform the rest of us on how to avoid a death, or work through any other tragic circumstances like unemployment or inherited poverty or why our once-iconic urban centers of culture are wasting away to blighted ghettos of disrepair, all remnants of their once-vibrant life-blood abandoned to waste.

If the deceased was having a reaction to poisons or toxins, there must be hundreds of thousands of people out there that also may be experiencing the same types of reactions. But no one is telling them what to look out for, what signs or symptoms could indicate an underlying cause. So, these people live in silent pain, never speaking about their symptoms and just hope it goes away. If they do go to the doctor, they may be told it’s in their head or that it’s something trivial, like a cold or a flu and are sent packing with some antibiotics and pain meds.

The problem is, the majority of the people who could be experiencing a life threatening event based on any of the reasons I’ve listed above as the cause of death, don’t want to admit that SSRI’s cause suicidal ideation or don’t want to admit that vaccines are actually poisons and don’t want to admit that environmental toxins are purposefully pumped into the atmosphere to exterminate the human race. (After all, what exactly are in the SAI’s – stratospheric aersosol injections – that are directly sprayed into the skies?)

So they’ve fabricated their own fake empire, living in illusions of safety and believe they can just go about living their lives as they always have without addressing these newer, terrible life threatening possibilities. They haven’t adjusted to the newer fake empire, in other words.

When my husband came home from swimming one day, he sat on the kitchen chair at the kitchen table feeling strangely sick and exhausted and about 20 minutes later awakened to find himself on the floor. He had blacked out.

Rather than panic or go immediately to the doctor, we retraced his steps. He woke up early, tired, but nothing out of the ordinary. He drove to the pool. He swam his usual laps. We went over the details of his time at the pool with a fine tooth comb, and like detectives we retraced every single move he made. What we finally discovered was that a woman who swam laps in the lane next to him gave off the vibe of someone recently vaccinated. She wore a mask as she walked to her lane and then removed it quickly before jumping in and swimming her laps. Even though we had no proof, we went ahead and lived as though our suspicion and intuition of her being recently vaccinated was an absolute. We based this absolute truth on her behavior. We made an educated guess that he had picked up her poison, that somehow the poison (vaccine) we assumed she had injected into her body, was transmitting to him. Based on that educated guess we knew what foods to eat, supplements to take, what teas to drink to remove the poisons from his body or at least protect him from the poison making him really sick. And, we assumed he had been poisoned because of the way he blacked out. He fell flat on his face in the kitchen. Many people at the time were falling flat on their face, these videos and images were captured and trending on social media at the time, and we were all led to believe it was because of a mass poisoning.

When the same thing happened to me on January 28 of this year, it was the same day we returned home from New Orleans. I blacked out. My head bounced off the side of a metal canister, our trash can. There is a permanent dent in the top of the can as a result of my head bouncing off of it. We deduced that it was a toxic event as a result of being in New Orleans and the recent once in 800 lifetimes snow event that had blanketed the gulf coast just days before.

When I told my friend in California the other day about this once in 800 lifetimes event of snow blanketing the gulf coast, he said, “Wow, I didn’t even hear about it on the news.”

Hm. Imagine that. The news blacking out how an entire region was experiencing an event that has never happened in 800 lifetimes. It was reminiscent of another event that happened about 20 years ago, that the news also failed to cover.

We had visited New Orleans just after this raging toxic snowfall. We assumed the snowfall was unnatural because it doesn’t snow in sub-tropical settings, like the gulf coast. So, we assumed the snow was engineered. And, we also assume that engineered snow is a result of chemical compounds and unnatural permeations in the air and atmosphere. So, that was our first clue which would account for my January 28 black out: Toxic unnatural snow. Our second clue was that while we were in New Orleans, the City was under a “boil water advisory.” All restaurants, hotels and any public spaces were handing out bottled water because the water system had shown signs of some sort of toxin or build up of bacteria, we were told, perhaps because of freezing pipes or shut down of systems as a result of the once in 800 lifetimes unnatural snow event. Despite drinking bottled water we were showering with tap water and the first night we actually brushed our teeth with tap water. This too could have led to me blacking out on January 28.

I developed a troubling cough but was also hosting an out of town guest and couldn’t really focus on my wellness until about 3 or 4 weeks after the January 28 fall. When I finally had the time to focus, take time off from this platform and really dig deep, I realized it was an inflammatory event exacerbated by my autoimmune illness I was diagnosed with in 1977. Death was imminent. Radical changes had to be made. I was concerned every night, for months, that my husband would find my lifeless body lying next to him when he woke up in the morning. I cut out all toxins, and started an expensive regime of supplements, clean foods, teas and powders. This was difficult since my husband had lost his job due to his department being closed on February 7. I stopped all physical activity. My heart was failing and even slow walks could push it over the edge.

There were no doctors involved in this diagnosis. It was just my own intuition and the help of family and friends who gave as much advice as they could. Plus, I have spent my entire life learning about my body and what it needs to survive and thrive.

But, if I were a different person, like my friend’s buddy whose lifeless body was found on Monday, I would probably be dead by now. If I lived my life by responding to these events as if they were outside events that didn’t affect me personally and associated my blacking out as something unrelated, I’d be dead right now.

This fake empire of illusion is killing people just as much as the toxins pumped into our atmosphere or slammed into our veins, is killing people. Lying by omission and not sharing with people what is happening in our world is an indictment and how those happenings are affecting us personally is also an indictment. But an indictment of whom? Or what? Of all of us I guess.

We can’t live our life based on what we were always taught. We are living in a fake empire and this fake empire is inverted.

I mentioned my husband’s department was closed on February 7 and as a result he became unemployed. This tragedy had its own set of illusions to contend with. Millions of professionals are still living under a fake empire and refusing to admit that the jobs they believe they are applying for just aren’t there.

This is the ultimate fake empire: where hundreds of thousands of unemployed applicants are meandering through company websites and applying to job after job after job that these companies are claiming to need filled, but it’s all just a smokescreen and no one is telling them the truth.

In the same way my husband and I diagnosed our health emergencies as a result of outside toxins, we used the same principles to diagnose the unemployment situation.

Just like with our health protocols, we give ourself a timeline and decide when we will be healthy again. He lost his job on February 7 so I said “You will have a new job on April 7.” Two months on the bench is all our finances could handle. After donations, gifts and unemployment I knew we could not go past April 7.

Just like when you’re dealing with a health crisis, you have to look within first and analyze what it is about your lifestyle, your habits and even your sleep patterns or how you behave when you’re awake, we also had to look within during this next crisis of unemployment. So, he spent a week updating his portfolio and resume and evaluating his skills.

Hundreds of rejection emails later, and diagnosing that about 90% of the jobs he was applying for were phantom of ghost jobs, we tried a different route. We stopped applying on company websites and spoke only to recruiters. We’d always had good luck with recruiters finding him temporary or contract work for months or even years at a time, so we set to work finding recruiters, communicating with them first-hand and submitting his resumes and portfolio into their direct emails.

This only helped to a certain point. We discovered that recruiters were also fielding ghost jobs, or phantom jobs, and were equally frustrated why so many applicants were being rejected outright. Here is just one example of the many hundreds of posts from recruiters one might see trending on a LinkedIn feed:

Of all the reactions (1,992 and counting), comments (302 and counting) and reposts (116 and counting), not one person is telling the truth or explaining how the entire system is based on a smokescreen and fraud.

When you can ascertain what the core problem is with your health, you can start to change your habits, or incorporate healing qualities into your life so that you’ll survive the health event and possibly even thrive once you break through to the other side of it. But without this core truth, you’re destined to look everywhere else and meanwhile you are getting worse and worse and eventually you might die.

In the case above, the recruiters are busy blaming themselves for being too picky with candidates, the hiring managers are blaming the recruiters for not presenting them with qualify candidates, the candidates are blaming the recruiters for not trying to sell them to the hiring managers, the recruiters are blaming the candidates for not having the right kind of resumes and portfolios and yet, no one is telling the truth or going to the core issue: the whole concept of unemployment is now an industry unto itself and it has nothing to do with filling allegedly empty positions.

As long as the company advertises they need a position filled, then they will continue to receive the funding from their funding stream. As long as the companies field these jobs out to the recruiting agencies or the temp agencies, then the recruiters still have a job to do: to fill the candidates in the roles that are allegedly empty. This is a smokescreen of opportunity, an illusion of hope and an illusion of job security in the fake empire that obfuscates the truth and tells lies by omission.

Once we came to this conclusion, I’ll admit, panic started to set in. We couldn’t survive on my husband being a Lyft driver or a part-time worker at Home Depot or the local grocery store. Minimum wage jobs seemed to be the only real jobs out there and even then, it’s difficult to get someone to talk to you. What retailer is going to take a chance on a person with a 25 plus year career in the professional sector?

When diagnosing a life threatening health event, your unique background and your unique body will not respond to treatments in the same way others with similar life threatening events are experiencing. When my husband blacked out, his health protocol was very different from my health protocol. Just because we both blacked out due to toxic exposure doesn’t mean we could be treated in the same way. He’s male. I’m female. I have a long term autoimmune illness since childhood. He does not. We needed an individuated, unique response to our health emergencies.

The pragmatist in me utilized this same process when diagnosing my husband’s unemployment. There are quite a few people in his field, which has become more popular over the years. What set him apart, though, is that he was part of the small group of designers that entered the field at the very start of its inception. Still, though, he needed another edge. Decades of experience and mastering the craft still didn’t set him apart enough. He needed something wholly unique to him, individually, that could heal this latest troubling issue that had entered our lives: unemployment.

We discovered through deep research that my husband is the only person in his field that exists in the state we reside in. Once we discovered this, we had the formula. I did a generic search on his title and specifically targeted our region.

We discovered the formula that inoculated him and healed him of the deadly epidemic of unemployment. We found a company an hour away that is looking for someone exactly like him. They were beyond excited to suddenly receive his resume in their inbox. Within one week, he was offered the job.

Scott Adams calls this a re-frame. And although I may not agree with everything he says or where he puts his faith, I cannot deny that the re-frame has changed our lives. A re-frame is vital in this day and age. He calls it a re-frame. I call it stepping out of your old way of thinking, turning yourself upside down and existing in inverted chaos.

This empire is so, so fake. Never before in your life would you believe that an injection would masquerade as a poison, or that a cloud would masquerade as a toxin, or that applying for a job would masquerade as guaranteeing your continued unemployment, but there we have it.

Stepping out of the old ways of thinking, reframing your existence down to your core, deciding once and for all what your timeline will be, will ensure your survival. If not, you’re nothing more than a discarded carcass that winds up in someone’s text message thread with no explanation on how you got there.

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