We were the shepherds and sheepdogs who tried to keep the wolves from the sheep but the sheep we'd tried to awaken took far too much pride in being wide asleep. We were the thoughtful ever-watchful shepherds who were cruelly abused for our selfless efforts to warn the unwary smugly-unaware sorts of the terrible perils of yielding to evil by blindly complying with a diabolic force that had recently increasingly poured forth from the smothering swarm of incurably corrupt orgs and organs that formed the vicious system the flocks were taught to incuriously trust from their first day in class to their last day alive; that formed the despicable system that had finally hit its highly-malignant stride in the booming all-consuming business of assiduously spreading the latest big lies. We were the widely wildly-despised shepherds who were openly spat and shat on for trying to lead the sheep towards the light; for trying to sever the threads of a web of darkest deceit in this darkest of nights as half-caged we raged raged against the dying of what's right fully engaged in a life-and-death fight with a supremely malevolent spell. We were the shepherds who caught a clear sight of the devil's grand plans for a well-managed hell; shepherds whose warnings were firmly ignored as sure as flooding rivers ignore their own banks. We were the shepherds whose only thanks was “Thanks but no bloody thanks!” “Shut your damn trap!” and “Keep your facts to your damned daft self and your fellow cranks!”. We were the sheepdogs and shepherds who were decried for our tireless efforts to reach those we'd so desperately hoped would heed our pressing message.
Yes, that's how it feels. Thank you. It reminds me of another, visual, animal-related metaphor - that cartoon of an alert cow alerting its fellow cattle to the proximity of an abattoir and being contemptuously dismissed as a ridiculous conspiracy theorist, while the oblivious grass-munching continues in the face of the imminent slaughter.
Bravo. So many were taken down by the wolves, but we keep planting seeds as we can. Brandy Vaughan, former sales rep for Merck (pHARMaceuticals)said that people need to hear new information at least 12 times before they can change their mind. And I daresay the info has to come from different people to be assimilated. She said, "pharma has the best and most evil business plan. Give a child a vaxeen and you have a customer for life." She started www.learntherisk.com, and paid the ultimate price for her efforts.
She certainly did pay the ultimate price! Levels of evil, it seems to me, are directly proportional to the lengths they are willing to go to remove obstructions to their furtherance. Brandy knew what she was facing. "Sad", some would say, while others would say "tragic"; I say "demonic".
From one Red Pill poet to another - Bravo! Excellent poem, love the imagery, the metaphors, the Dylan Thomas reference. Outside of that, all we can do is plant seeds which will hopefully germinate in other's minds someday. It's just that it really was a matter of life and death this time; this is why we were so concerned, so alarming. But people thought we were nuts. Oh well, all we can say is "we tried", yet people died. Glad to have found you and subscribing to you now.
Thanks VP! I couldn't agree more with all of your observations.
Speaking of sheeple who thought we were nuts, a very close, longtime friend of mine died four weeks ago. Like most people I knew. I had alerted him to the fact that the jabs were absolutely not as advertised. Like virtually everyone I had warned, he ignored me. (BTW, my warning was issued a week or two before the jabs were rolled out in December 2020.)
Fast forward to September 2024, when he mentioned that after being ill in August he was found to have low platelet and white blood cell counts. I knew he was very much jabbed but did not know the full extent of it. When I asked how many boosters he'd taken, he said “All of them!”. My heart sunk. When I suggested the jabs were the cause and that he should immediately stop taking them, he agreed and said he'd taken his last. All of a sudden he was open to the nature of the medical mayhem, even democide, that was being perpetrated. I can only imagine the level of fear — stemming from the realization of having been duped on something so critical in its implications — that must have overtaken him, for him to suddenly be open to information I then sent him.
Long story short, he went to the hospital on February 24, 2025, because of difficulty breathing, was induced-coma'd 3 days later, was put on life-support a further 6 days later and had the plug pulled the next day. While his obituary mentioned “after a brief illness”, and the hospital records would say he died of a (statistically harmless) infection, what neither the obituary nor the “health” system would ever acknowledge is that he was, like countless millions, a victim of medical murder.
Oh man, I'm so sorry about what your friend had to go through and what this did to your friendship! Please accept my sincere condolences. It's really incredible what the biggest psyop in human history did to us and who was behind it. You did what you could, and it's really a shame your friend and everyone else you warned, didn't heed your warning. It was the same in our camp; we warned our friends as well. We even got them these lamp brujeres (?) to keep their air purified out of concern there was a "virus" floating around waiting to pounce on anyone (when the virus turned out to be a lie-rus).
We actually gave a shit about our friends, but they didn't return the same concern; all they cared about was virtue signaling about what jabs they took and whether we (the Mrs and I) took it. Then they finally issued the ultimatum to us: either get jabbed or we can't see each other anymore. Well, that was that. The friendship was over. Then after a couple of years, they wondered if we'd like to get back together again! without a word of concern about us - the nerve! Anyhoo, we declined.
Another acquaintance we knew took a jab and would up with a heart condition. And yet another would up with an exploded aorta. About 6 to 9 months later, he died.
Anyway, we just have to carry on and keep spreading the message; but we have to remember that we can't change everyone or anyone for that matter. Everyone has to have their own life experience while on this planet. And IF anyone heeds our warnings and lives to tell, well...that's a bonus.
"Some just can't be reached." — From my experience, all but rare exceptions are beyond reach ... not quite to the point of being unicorns or hens' teeth, although it often seems like it.
"The satisfaction is in having tried." — In my case there is little satisfaction. To the contrary, what I feel is frustration. I try because I have no choice; because I'm compelled by my conscience. I suspect that this applies to all us shepherds.
Great, loved this as you give voice to what I and others are feeling & observing. Thanks
Thanks!
Yes, that's how it feels. Thank you. It reminds me of another, visual, animal-related metaphor - that cartoon of an alert cow alerting its fellow cattle to the proximity of an abattoir and being contemptuously dismissed as a ridiculous conspiracy theorist, while the oblivious grass-munching continues in the face of the imminent slaughter.
I believe it's the one with the speech balloon "I see 'Mr. Conspiracy Theory' is at it again". Classic!
Yes, that's the one!
Bravo. So many were taken down by the wolves, but we keep planting seeds as we can. Brandy Vaughan, former sales rep for Merck (pHARMaceuticals)said that people need to hear new information at least 12 times before they can change their mind. And I daresay the info has to come from different people to be assimilated. She said, "pharma has the best and most evil business plan. Give a child a vaxeen and you have a customer for life." She started www.learntherisk.com, and paid the ultimate price for her efforts.
She certainly did pay the ultimate price! Levels of evil, it seems to me, are directly proportional to the lengths they are willing to go to remove obstructions to their furtherance. Brandy knew what she was facing. "Sad", some would say, while others would say "tragic"; I say "demonic".
From one Red Pill poet to another - Bravo! Excellent poem, love the imagery, the metaphors, the Dylan Thomas reference. Outside of that, all we can do is plant seeds which will hopefully germinate in other's minds someday. It's just that it really was a matter of life and death this time; this is why we were so concerned, so alarming. But people thought we were nuts. Oh well, all we can say is "we tried", yet people died. Glad to have found you and subscribing to you now.
Thanks VP! I couldn't agree more with all of your observations.
Speaking of sheeple who thought we were nuts, a very close, longtime friend of mine died four weeks ago. Like most people I knew. I had alerted him to the fact that the jabs were absolutely not as advertised. Like virtually everyone I had warned, he ignored me. (BTW, my warning was issued a week or two before the jabs were rolled out in December 2020.)
Fast forward to September 2024, when he mentioned that after being ill in August he was found to have low platelet and white blood cell counts. I knew he was very much jabbed but did not know the full extent of it. When I asked how many boosters he'd taken, he said “All of them!”. My heart sunk. When I suggested the jabs were the cause and that he should immediately stop taking them, he agreed and said he'd taken his last. All of a sudden he was open to the nature of the medical mayhem, even democide, that was being perpetrated. I can only imagine the level of fear — stemming from the realization of having been duped on something so critical in its implications — that must have overtaken him, for him to suddenly be open to information I then sent him.
Long story short, he went to the hospital on February 24, 2025, because of difficulty breathing, was induced-coma'd 3 days later, was put on life-support a further 6 days later and had the plug pulled the next day. While his obituary mentioned “after a brief illness”, and the hospital records would say he died of a (statistically harmless) infection, what neither the obituary nor the “health” system would ever acknowledge is that he was, like countless millions, a victim of medical murder.
Oh man, I'm so sorry about what your friend had to go through and what this did to your friendship! Please accept my sincere condolences. It's really incredible what the biggest psyop in human history did to us and who was behind it. You did what you could, and it's really a shame your friend and everyone else you warned, didn't heed your warning. It was the same in our camp; we warned our friends as well. We even got them these lamp brujeres (?) to keep their air purified out of concern there was a "virus" floating around waiting to pounce on anyone (when the virus turned out to be a lie-rus).
We actually gave a shit about our friends, but they didn't return the same concern; all they cared about was virtue signaling about what jabs they took and whether we (the Mrs and I) took it. Then they finally issued the ultimatum to us: either get jabbed or we can't see each other anymore. Well, that was that. The friendship was over. Then after a couple of years, they wondered if we'd like to get back together again! without a word of concern about us - the nerve! Anyhoo, we declined.
Another acquaintance we knew took a jab and would up with a heart condition. And yet another would up with an exploded aorta. About 6 to 9 months later, he died.
Anyway, we just have to carry on and keep spreading the message; but we have to remember that we can't change everyone or anyone for that matter. Everyone has to have their own life experience while on this planet. And IF anyone heeds our warnings and lives to tell, well...that's a bonus.
Spot-on ... and thanks for sharing ... our stories are, sadly, all too common.
"Lie-rus" indeed! An in-silico illusion designed to power the psydemic.
"Full of passion and truth." — Thanks!
"Some just can't be reached." — From my experience, all but rare exceptions are beyond reach ... not quite to the point of being unicorns or hens' teeth, although it often seems like it.
"The satisfaction is in having tried." — In my case there is little satisfaction. To the contrary, what I feel is frustration. I try because I have no choice; because I'm compelled by my conscience. I suspect that this applies to all us shepherds.
Exactly! Thank you Red Pill Poet!