I, Heretic

Proud rebel scum. We must never forget what happened.

Amongst all of the other things that I do, I’m also a poet. This substack is called Truth, Spirituality, Poetry and Fried Eggs. But I have not posted many poems, if any. Why? I realise now. Because I’ve been too angry. So here is an angry poem, one that I have to get out of my system before I can write anything else.

I do not apologise for my anger.

This poem is part of my healing process. It took me 3 weeks to write this, to temper my anger, to refine my words. Some of the words here are not refined, but still are angry and raw, as parts of me even now are still angry and raw. I’m working on it and reserve the right to change parts or all of this poem over time if I see fit. So this is how the poem stands today, January 21st 2023, before the first super-new-moon of the year, which is tomorrow. It’s a good time to clear out what is old and make space for the new. I honour the rawness and messiness in all of it. I hope you get something out of reading it.

And if you’re one of the people who have taken one, two or more shots and are here reading this, know that I am not angry at you. You didn’t set mandates, or bully or coerce anyone, at least I hope you didn’t. Please know that if you believe in your body and have faith that you can heal, and with the right resources, you will.

Anyone who knew there was something innately wrong right from the beginning, anyone who didn’t have the words for why, who struggled trying to get heard, this poem is for you.

If you want to copy or share all or any of this please credit the author (i.e. me). Thanks.

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I, Heretic

Part 1

I would rather be called a covidiot
than be dead.

Or labelled a far-right, anti-vaxxer militant,
than compromise one hair on my children’s head.

I can’t tell my left from your right,
but this righteous anger has kept me alive -
how about you?

I’m stronger now.
I don’t believe a word they say.

I lost some friends,
and found some better ones.

I cried. A lot.
I thought I was going insane.

I read the papers -
journal papers, (because I’ve got a science degree I knew where to find them),
not lame-stream news papers.
Sell outs, the lot of them.

They got to the journal papers too, eventually.

Maybe because I’ve worked in a laboratory
I had an inkling about how things go down behind closed doors -
men in white lab coats taking handouts isn’t a new thing.
But nobody seemed to care about my opinion,
particularly not my family,
because it’s only science
and only ‘The Science’ matters.

All heretics must be burned or hunted down.
I, heretic

My intuition screamed at me relentlessly.
I intrinsically knew that thing was poison.

I twisted myself up inside trying to make sense of it,
the pushing propaganda,
everyone on board, everyone telling us what to do,
grated against every atom in my body.

I stayed the hell away from that thing
just in case.

I made some space between my family and that thing,
it took all of my energy to do it,
but,
I am mama bear,
and I don’t care
how ridiculous I look.

Just a little bit of space to see what happens.
And I was right to.

Gain of function
means
a weapon,
doesn’t it?

When something is a weapon it kills by design.
Nobody asking
Why would you want to
put a weapon inside of your beautiful body?
Wouldn’t that destroy it from the inside?

Why would you even consider for a moment
putting a weapon inside of your children?

Why did they want us to do it so badly?

I still can’t fathom it.

So scared, so blackmailed, so blind,
they could not see for fear,
and got in line, and rolled up their sleeves.

And they did die.
And they still die.
And they still will die.

To all of the evil people behind all of this debacle,
God knows what you have done.
God sees everything you are.
You cannot hide your sins from Him.

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Part 2

I had to re-evaluate everything.

My world turned upside down.
Our world - did it ever exist?
I fell down a rabbit-hole.

I thought they really cared about us.
I really thought they cared.

Evil
Evil means deliberate harm
hurting someone on purpose.
Oh yes, they knew what they were doing.
All of this is crystal clear.

And did you notice, that nobody in healthcare
talked once about health or immunity?
Because nobody in healthcare
cares about health
or immunity.

It’s very telling, isn’t it?
There’s no money in immunity.
Sunshine and exercise are free, so they kept us at home,
kept us indoors
and closed down the playgrounds, parks and gyms.

My friend was fined for taking a walk on the beach on her own.

And still, people lined up for the shots.

Big Pharma.
They trick you into selling your soul
for chemicals that keep you chained
to the prescription pad.
It’s your soul they want,
they already have all the money in the world,
they’re the ones that print the money.
And all the power? They have plenty of power.
They’re the ones that own the media.

It’s always been a spiritual war.

Some good doctors did good work,
they had faith in the human body
worshiped God instead of at the altar of big pharma.
They were censored, struck off, burned at the stake.
Love, fresh air, sunshine, vitamin C, D, Zinc, and horse de-wormer.
Cheap and free.

Hey, did you hear?
They found a cure for covid!
That’s right! A cure!

But nobody was allowed talk about that.
because then they’d have to put down the emergency powers
in lock-step.

So give your consent for the mark of the beast,
give your consent for an emergency,
and let them kill the heretics
(or at least take away their twitter, youtube and facebook accounts).

People got sick and died.
People died, alone.
People were taken off to prison camps.
And none of it was from the covid.

But you know all of this - you were there, weren’t you?

I found the key to it all.
It’s our belief in them that keeps them alive.
This is how we win -
stop believing.

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Part 3

We are proud rebel scum.

I wanted to get a teeshirt
but that would be telling, wouldn’t it?

In secret,
new friends found fast friends,
gave new friends resources,
spoke a new language,
met behind closed doors,
hid from twitching curtains.

I was from another planet.
A pariah.
Sourcing resources became a new skill.

I still don’t understand how anyone could consider...
Could still consider...

Do I have immunity from stupidity?
A bouncer simply doesn’t let everybody into the nightclub.

I can’t fathom...
I just…can’t…
Sigh.

The widest chasm in the universe is the gap between peoples eyes, ears and brain.

And so many people still say:
“I can’t hear you,
because I don’t want to hear you.
You’re the idiot.
Covidiot.”

But...

“You’re a menace to society.
You’re not welcome here.
You’re killing granny.
Enemy number one,
Just take the dam vaccine.”

Let’s just have a conversation? Please?

“You’re a terrorist, you don’t deserve to live.
Stop spreading your mis and dis and mal and piss
information.
You should be in jail.”

Wait...

“Not you again, go put your tin-foil hat on and take a walk off the edge of your flat earth.
Don’t come running to me when you break your leg and can’t get a bed in the hospital.
You deserve everything you get. You are going to die, just wait and see, and I hope your children die too.”

Well they might as well have said that.
It certainly felt like that.

I waited and I still wait in hope for discussion and debate,
I wait for fully informed consent.
Discussion about all the sudden death,
the sports people on the pitch
and all the miscarriages.

But we cannot talk aloud about what we see,
they’re too busy serving tea to a naked emperor
sitting on a pink elephant
in a room full of press,
as they clap and cheer themselves on.

They can’t hear us, and
they don’t want to listen.

The new words and phrases come tumbling in:

wilfully blind,
wilfully ignorant
the mass formation.
A conglomerate of consciousness.

I had a pint with Mattias Desmet.
I quite liked him.

We had to redefine everything to understand it.
They redefined everything to turn us into the enemy.
Even the dictionary betrayed us.

Left of centre became far right.
Controlled opposition -
How could this even be a thing?

Beware the infiltrators. They’re everywhere,
even in your dreams.
Beware of the celebrities,
and the new celebrities,
and the turncoats.

We don’t need another hero.
We have to save ourselves.
We must.

But think about it -
what they took from us means nothing, not really.
A few coffees, a few pints, a few shows, a few holidays...
It felt like a lot at the time, but
what they sacrificed, was everything.

Stay safe?
Fuck you.

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Part 4

Okay so.
Call me whatever you want.
Sticks and stones.
I’m still here.

I believe in truth and justice.
I stand by what I said and did, and what I did not do.
No regrets, even if it was a bit messy at times.
I did my best, and my children are still healthy.

My children are fecund.

And now, devastation awaits.
Devastation beyond imagination.

Who is supposed to clean up this mess?

How is your health?
Did you get a D-Dimer test? How many of those things did you take?

We hear about the heart attacks, heart inflammation and clots,
but are not hearing about the super-cancer,
but there’s plenty of time for that.
and for the neurological related disorders, allergic reactions and
anything that is a drip-feed weakness in anyone
exacerbated
over
time.

Is your body a ticking time-bomb too?
Call it long-covid if you like.
We know it’s not covid.

I know, I’m not supposed to ask you, sorry.
But hey, I’m ready to forgive you for the name calling.

Evil.
Plain evil staring us in the face.
Only the brave can see it and stand up to it
and say no to it.
The rest of the world crumbles and gives in,
on it’s back, belly up, flailing legs in the air
like a cockroach,
there’s no fight in ya.

I can get a coffee now anytime I want, or have my breakfast in-house,
or go to a show.
All the while I’m wondering what’s next in-store for us,
what’s coming down the line.

Are you still a believer at the covid-cult altar?
I genuinely am sorry that they duped you.
I’m sorry you were so easily led.
I’m sorry you fell for it.
But am I sorry you didn’t do your research,
am I sorry, perhaps, that you believed everything they fed you?
But was it laziness?
Co-dependancy on mumsie and daddy government?
What was it?

Oh.
It’s complicated.

I grow my own food now.
And when I lay me down to sleep
some part of me still can’t believe any of this was real.

I just can’t get my head around it.
And the people spreading lies and rumours on both sides.
because there are sides - right and left, good and bad, evil and not evil.

Is this the world I always lived in or did some space ship transport us all to another planet?
Did they change the program behind the matrix to spice it up a little?
Us the great experiment…
Row row row that boat,

A world where truckers are more intelligent than college professors
where politicians are evil puppets in the pocket of James Bond bad guys
who are so ridiculously in-your-face and tell you what they want to do to you
and they still get away with it?
Why are they still alive? And still in power?

A world where doctors who care are heretics and traitors
and Paypal shuts you down,
and babies can’t get clean blood transfusions
and social media hides you from your friends.

Perhaps I’ll wake up tomorrow and none of this will have happened.

Yes, that’s it. Then it will be normal again.
The people that were killed will be returned to our loving arms.
The people that can no longer walk will be dancing in the street.
And sudden adult death syndrome will not be a thing.

All the children will play any sport they want to, shake any duvet out as hard as they want to,
climate change won’t cause heart attacks,
and all of the other lies they told us.
The lies they are still telling us.

(Please, can we stop believing in them yet?
It only works if you do it, too.)

And that rabbit hole we all fell into?
It was just a terrible nightmare
inspired by a few movies we saw one night when we were at college
years ago
on a bad acid trip.