This morning I was doing my usual, poking around looking for something to grab my attention. For some reason, Dr. Sam Bailey has not been censored by YouTube, That makes me cautious. She did a 17-minute presentation on the existence of viruses, concluding that there is not enough evidence supporting the idea, and that viruses probably are not real.
If this world had anything resembling a “reality”, the failure to isolate and prove the existence of even one virus would bring down the house of cards we call allopathic” medicine, as opposed to osteopathic or homeopathic. Allopathic medicine is said to be “science based,” and indeed much of it is. But so much of it is not.
And this is where it gets complicated. Not only do most people think viruses are real, but so do most doctors, nurses, and on down the line to the lowly janitor who dons a mask to enter an operating room to scrub. It is more than just the madness of crowds, but rather utter mass illusion replacing reality.
Without viruses, there could be no pandemics, lockdowns, masking regimes, and most importantly, vaccines.
I’ve been ruminating lately about my age, and how little time I’ve left on this planet. Our grandson recently turned 16, and trying to avoid being trite by wishing him a happy birthday, I merely suggested he enjoy that day, and also that 16 is a “wonderful age”. Indeed it is, a fully functioning body, a mind that can be turned on and off to a fascinating world, the ability to fall in love, to be devastated by a subsequent breakup, to be part of a sports team, even sometimes to be part of winning big events.
Would I like to go back and be 16 again? No. No way, actually. The primary reason is this: I would have to set aside everything I have learned about this thing called life and this world. I would revert to knowing nothing while thinking I knew anything at all.
Sure, it would be nice to be that young, to have a crush on a girl, to be able to run like the wind, and get excited by new ideas. But having learned over the years that just about everything around us is part of a mass illusion, and to live inside that illusion, does not appeal to me.
Woody Allen made a film (2011) called “Midnight in Paris“, which I enjoyed very much. The plot involved being transported back to the 1920s, but the overarching theme of the movie was that nostalgia is useless, even pointless. Things were never like we remember them, and in fact were often less enjoyable than we remember. To live in the present as I do, as so many others who come here do, requires awareness of the “self” variety and of the world as it really is.
At age 16, I had friends that turned out not to be, and believed in the Cold War (mass illusion), Jesus (mass illusion), elections (ditto), contagion*** (ditto), news and newspapers (“), the Beatles (“), JFK as a martyr, (“), the Catholic Church, the Vietnam War and on and on it goes. I was completely swamped in illusions. I would not want to have to get through them, shed them, form a better world view, again. It has been work, and yes, there is much more to be done.
I sat down here several hours ago to make a list of mass illusions, but it is too much work. It is much easier to just to quote the lines from a song sung by John Lennon, written by some unknown author, as follows:
Let me take you down ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
Nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out
It doesn’t matter much to me
No one I think is in my tree
I mean it must be high or low
That is you can’t, you know, tune in but it’s all alright
That is I think it’s not too bad
Always, no, sometimes think of me
But you know I know when it’s a dream
I think a “No” will mean a “Yes” but it’s all wrong
That is I think I disagree
At age 16 that song imparted meaning on me. But looking back now, I can see that it blew by me. The songwriter is telling us that nothing is real, that we live with our eyes closed and do not understand anything. That writer had the ability to say what was true, and sing it right past us.
I once told an Internet correspondent that I thought that political boundaries were an illusion. Money is an illusion. But if we all agree to believe in the illusions, they work. What we have done here, to step into reality and out of illusion, makes us different. As a consequence, we do not fit, and have to spend most of our waking lives dealing with regular people with mouths tightly sewn shut.
But even so, I prefer that world to the one I lived in at age 16. No one ever said that life would be easy. My biggest fear now, based on watching a video by Howdie Mickoski is that even if reincarnation is real, it is a trap. Our minds are wiped before we return here, and so we have to start from scratch unraveling the mystery. This makes Earth a true prison planet. We are allowed to learn nothing in the process of living and then living again. Mickosky seems to be saying that after we are dead we need to keep going past dark forces who divert our attention in order to send us back here.
Oh well, reincarnation might just be an illusion anyway, but if there is a shot at living on a planet less insane than this one, I will jump at it.
*** There is this stumbling block: Hanging out with a bunch of guys one night, we met a car full of girls, and so I ended up in the back seat with one of them, who claimed to be suffering from strep throat. She was cute, and so in spite of the risk, we made out. I knew I was going to be sick as a result, but damn if it is not worth it! In spite of the huge exchange of saliva involved in face sucking, I never became ill. That caught my attention, as I could not understand why.