The (Psychological) Warring Twenties... Thus Far
A look back at 2022, the two years that led into it and how this might help us with the road ahead
(2020, 2021,) 2022, Whatdafuq was that? And wheredafuq do we go from here?
Since 2020, life has changed for many people. Perspectives have shifted. Relationships have been rocked, jobs lost, businesses broken, trust eroded, families split, and beliefs flipped. Old allegiances have been severed and new ones have been formed.
From some, most of this occurred in the first year of the pandemic. For others, it was 2021 or 2022 that brought the biggest changes. I cannot speak for anyone but those I know well and myself, but I am confident there have been a wide variety of permutations of altered lives. I imagine this has been one of the most dynamic times in modern history.
From my perspective, many of the changes that are the most impactful have been internal. Obviously, the loss of loved ones, jobs, businesses, homes, and more are all seismic in their effect but the relevance of how we see and understand the world cannot be underestimated.
I wrote about the importance of attitude in contributing to our agency in the article, To NPC, or Not to NPC, It Shouldn’t Even Be a Question, and cited a few significant thinkers, including Viktor Frankl, in this regard. To reiterate, if people can survive (and even thrive) through the most dire circumstances - while still holding onto positivity and a sense of meaning in their lives - we can too in the face of what the Roaring Warring Twenties has thrown at us thus far.
Not only can we endure the pandemic and remain hopeful in spite of the nefarious mischief of globalists and transhumanists, we need to. That’s right, this shouldn’t even be a choice. If we hope to stop the megalomaniacal machinations of characters like Klaus Schwab, Bill Gates, Anthony Fauci, and their cronies, we must embrace our power, harness control of our attitude, and resist feeling impotent to affect change.
2020
It doesn’t matter how much you or I has succumbed to feelings of helplessness and despair thus far, all that matters is how we go forward. In 2020, many of us were caught by surprise. We might have been completely taken by the predominant narrative. We might have been paralyzed by fear.
In retrospect, we had a good opportunity to reflect and observe. That’s easier said than done, especially after the fact. Still, many of us had more time, less noise, and a chance to gather ourselves, to listen to our inner voice.
We had a chance to trust our instincts instead of fall in line and “trust the experts”. We might not have done this or maybe we have partially done this. Nonetheless, time isn’t always linear in how it yields its lessons. We have that chance now.
We were told again and again to “follow the science” and yet, there was no science presented, no raw data, no transparent epidemiological processes shared. Instead of following The Science, we would be better off to follow our conscience.
Even if 2020 had you in complete compliance and mercy to authority, the fact that you are reading this right now makes me assume a part of you (or maybe all of you) now has torn down the veil down and freed yourself from the propaganda and programming. It doesn’t matter if it happened on March 13th, 2020 or December 26th, 2022. You are here.
I might have seen through a lot of the agenda from early on but I was not immune to being affected by it. My knowledge of the manipulative tactics and falsehoods led me to unproductive and corrosive places with feelings of anger, frustration, disappointment, resentment, and sadness. I was not always in control of my inner state and lost a lot of sleep. Even when I ventured with my family into nature and experienced wonderful freedoms, I return to the city to almost instantly be met by the weight of my awareness of the creeping malevolence.
I knew the “vaccine” was coming. I knew it wasn’t going to be what people had hopes for. I knew the lockdowns and masks were unscientific, unethical, harmful, and ineffective. It ate at me. Interestingly, 2020 was a pretty darn good year for me but it was my thoughts, feelings, and anticipation of the future (i.e., the “vaccine” and the Great Reset) that robbed me of my full enjoyment of 2020 in the present.
2021
The next year was a far bigger challenge and took a much greater toll on me. I have detailed it here as my story but I feel that the same (or similar) story was lived and experienced by many. I hope in hearing my version that you can find resonance and value.
As the genetic therapy “vaccine” arrived, I could sense the building pressure, propaganda, and nonsensical behavior that was building around this false idol. I had done my due diligence as each partial piece of data and report came out. My Spidey-sense was going wild.
I captured a lot of the madness, false claims, and the reality suppressed in relation to the jabapeños (my term of ‘affection’ for these hot and spicy disasters) in my article,
Being Pfollowed and Pfressured: a (not so) brief history of being chased by the covid jab and its pfaithful mob.
While I had certainly let many people know my concerns about lockdowns since the beginning, shared my knowledge on mask efficacy, proper handling, and appropriate usage in restrained but clear ways, when the “vaccines” arrived, I could not hold back.
My social media efforts and personal interactions surrounding these dubiously created, ominously pushed, and ethically compromised snake oil-esque (un)solutions for escaping the pandemic ramped up precipitously. My Bear Able Facebook account became almost entirely devoted to:
Providing more accurate scientific information
Calling out propaganda and questionable medical ethics
Making statements on constitutional, political, and human rights hypocrisies
Sharing stories of inhumane acts pushed forward for The Agenda
Exposing Big Pharma corruption and government collusion
Other efforts to attempt to arouse critical thinking in the face of the most prolific, ubiquitous, pervasive, blatant (to me and likeminded thinkers) psychological operation in the history of the world
For months, I attempted to strategically - in a measured way - deliver the most valuable information I could find and believe in. I encountered some agreement, some disagreement, and a significant amount of hostile resistance.
I was not forcing anything on anyone. All along I have believed in freedom of choice. I knew the jabapeños would not stop the spread or end the pandemic and I wanted to help people realize this which could allow them to protect themselves in better ways. This was not a guess. Again, you can read my past article to see the information I was deep into even in November of 2020.
The Ministry of Truth and the Great Orwellian Censorship
As the propaganda and censorship machine continued to escalate, I found myself being censored with illogical ‘fact-checking’ (i.e. by unethical fuct-checkers)…
I was shadow banned (an undeclared reduction to the reach of one’s online postings), and then punished with restrictions on my posting ability. These increased in their consequences from 1-day bans to 3-day to 7-day to 30-day bans with 90-days of having my posts relegated to the bottom of the newsfeed. These also rolled out ridiculously without any substantial or logic reasons.
I was getting dinged for nothing sauce posts that were clearly not an issue and also, posts citing government data and top tiered medical journals. Many times, my most powerful and evidence-based shares were completely deleted off the platform. I even felt compelled to create another account to continue sharing and thus, Ursus Justus was born. It has been truly Orwellian to see the Ministry of Truth become a reality.
War is Peace
Freedom is Slavery
Ignorance is Strength
— George Orwell, 1984
In 2021, the above Orwell’s 1984 quotation had to be adapted:
Community and Exile
I lost many online friends, encountered serious friction and distancing from too many In Real Life (IRL) friends, received more than my fair share of ad hominem attacks, and smacked against some stunning stubbornness of people accusing me of being anti-science as they typified the antithesis of the scientific method (with statements like “the science is settled”). However, I gained a new legion of likeminded friends and ‘brothers [and sisters] in arms’. I believe many of us went through similar ups and downs as we shared verifiable alternative information to crack the ‘One Narrative to Rule Them All” and faced the backlash.
Some of the people closest to me fell away and those I had never met in person became my tribe. We communicated almost daily. We rallied each other with new information, thoughtful analyses, stirring memes, and feelings of hope that we were not alone.
While I write this, I am warmed by the blessing of finding these people from all walks of life and from all over the world. These connections often kept me going. I spent too many nights awake too late not honoring my circadian rhythms and restorative mechanisms as I was compelled to continuously dive down deep rabbit holes of research. I perpetually taxed my sleep bank so I could contribute to this community and protect my children.
The Calling
I was driven to help save the world. It was a task beyond me but not one I was willing to dismiss. In retrospect, it lacked a certain amount of wisdom and strategy, but I was in the heat of an almost daily evolving battlefield with my children and others as targets.
There seemed to be an energy and a message (or voice) coming through me but not of me, which provided direction, motivation, and sometimes, even precise words to my acts of resistance. I was burning the candle on both ends and often felt the anger, frustration, and resentment of having to fight against gross injustice that should never exist in a society that is based on a constitution and human rights.
I have detailed a mixed bag of emotions, wins and losses, motivators and obstacles in my survey of 2021. I did realize in the thick of it, and even more so in hindsight, that it was taking a toll on my health, happiness, and my capacity to be the father and husband I wanted to be.
Bio-Segregation
As of September 13th, 2021, we had been cast aside as second class citizens (including my children) with the “show me your papers” bio-apartheid “vaccine” passports. None of us had been able to go to restaurants, theatres, community/recreation centers, gyms, or travel by plane or train (even within the country).
The gym had been my grounding, my outlet, my somatic therapy. Luckily, I had found an arrangement which allowed me to continue this practice. I needed it, as without it my seething anger at having my 12 and 14-year old kids cut-off from teenage life and their outlets in recreation would’ve been more than I could handle while still being a law-abiding citizen. Almost every morning, I awoke and hit the gym by 5:30AM. I crushed heavy weights so I didn’t need to physically crush agents of the dystopian state.
Then, at the end of 2021, we experienced another draconian lockdown in my region. The governments of the (supposedly) democratic Western world were overtly trying to scare and threaten the unvaccinated and steal the holidays.
As you can see above, I made some alterations and shared some alternative and/or satirical takes on these less-than-leader-like pronouncements. Think about it. The great leaders in history (even the average ones) generally strive to set the public at ease rather than foment fear. This has not been the case with our ‘great’ ones.
With the final lockdown of 2021, came the unjustified and insane closing of the gyms for everyone. This was devastating for my ability to manage my frustration but probably a very good wake up call for many of the compliant, double (or triple) jabbed. A key to our resistance is bringing over the fence-sitters and the previously complacent and compliant. This was a significant shake up.
The Notorious V.I.D.
However, for me, in my gym-less more sedentary three weeks, I slid a bit in a variety of areas of health and finally came face to face with the notorious V.I.D. In fact, my whole family got covid just after New Year’s.
2022
Welcome to 2022. It was time to personally face the reality of the virus, tackle the hype in an intimate way and really see if my lack of life-halting fear was wise or not.
Three days later, it was over. My weird headache, lethargy, and mild insomnia dissipated. My kids beat it quicker. My wife had it a little longer. I did encounter a lingering cough which came on a week later and lasted until almost the end of January. We had all blasted it with a slightly modified FLCCC protocol, the kids skipping the ivermectin doses.
The ‘Vid did what it needed to. It slowed me down. It gave me a chance to reflect on my health, my attitude, my interactions with my family, and how I was resisting but also giving away my power. My emotions were not serving me. They were controlling me, not always, but too much.
These ideas and the notion of how one can still have agency even in the face of seemingly helpless situations against greater forces was the fodder for my article, To NPC, or Not to NPC, It Shouldn’t Even Be a Question: Do individuals have any real power to alter the trajectory of humanity?
Recovery and Reflection
Somehow I had lasted through 2021 - through the shame and blame and even the bio-segregation period beginning in September - without being directly targeted. Ironically, as I met the ‘Vid and acquired (the significantly superior) natural immunity, I was unceremoniously let go from my workplace. Of course, this would affect my bottom line but it was the blessing of 2022 and a release from my growing feelings of confinement in 2021.
In the Belly of the Beast
My workplace had been an environment in which I experienced being an invisible minority. For a good portion of 2021, very few people knew I wasn’t ‘genetically modified’. I was able to be in rooms as they scorned the un-pricked. I heard the worst things about people - like myself, my wife and my children - who had never broken any laws and always been contributing members of society.
I sat quietly while unscientifically-derived perspectives were spewed with inhumane vitriol and venom. At times, I brought up alternative perspectives, appealed to reason and ethics, but, alas, the people who had once been my colleagues, my two bosses, and many of my reportees unabashedly shared disdain and hatred for people that had not done anything wrong.
If you have been through this, you probably know how it erodes your faith in humanity. Its dehumanizing poison creeps into your skin and gives rise to resentment.
Resentment is corrosive. It is probably one of the worst feelings in its capacity to make one unwell. I believe prolonged resentment leads to disease. Being free of that workplace allowed me to heal. The fact that I was let go was probably a combination of the two managers of the operation knowing my jab status and feeling my resistance (and resentment) to their attitude towards the pandemic, non-pharmaceutical interventions, and the "vaccines".
Dealing with Burn Out
It took all of the frustration that had built in me from 2020 into 2021 with the external obstacles and forces of malevolence to wear down my internal fire to fight the ‘evil’ head on. I had persevered through 22 months of what was essentially the emotional equivalence of pushing a bolder uphill. I had continued to fight when there seemed to be no hope, when hope built, when hope turned to disappointment and then again through this same cycle several more times.
Every time it seemed that the dam would break and justice, reason, morality, law, science, and humanity would return, it would flash hope and then slip back into the darkness.
I would stay awake late sharing, learning, researching, connecting, strategizing with fellow rebels all over the world. I attended rallies, meetings, video conferences, wrote letters, signed petitions, and contributed to organizations in the resistance in any way I could. I gave almost everything I had to the fight and was neglecting myself and my family. I had not taken really taken a break and it was taking a significant toll.
I was burnt out but could not change my ways. I knew others were as well and I observed some stepping away to recharge. I knew what I needed to do but did not do it.
Getting covid, however mild it was for me, was an opportunity to stop looking outward and return to Self. Suddenly, I was free from being physically present Monday to Friday in my local ‘belly of the beast’ workplace. The energy it took from me and the poison I was absorbing could be equalized and chelated.
It took both facing covid - as a mythical dragon that had been hovering over me - as well as being purged from my job for me to be able to use 2022 to return to myself, my practices, and soften back into a semblance of a soulful existence. I was able to remember to be compassionate with myself.
“The second element of true love is compassion. Compassion is the capacity to understand the suffering in oneself and in the other person. If you understand your own suffering, you can help him to understand his suffering. Understanding suffering brings compassion and relief. You can transform your own suffering and help transform the suffering of the other person with the practice of mindfulness and looking deeply.”
― Thích Nhất Hạnh, How to Love
It would take many months of 2022 to free myself entirely of the residual resentment but my health instantly climbed upon my termination. Luckily, I had other income and a workload which included a significant amount of research in areas I value. In retrospect, the year gave me a great amount of time to be with my family, in nature, adventure with my super sidekick dog, and really get to the point where I was controlling my inner state the vast majority of the time.
Return to Self
I reimplemented my long lost morning routine which includes:
a meditation
an affirmation
gratitude
strategic nutrition and hydration
music
movement
This, in and of itself, is a serious needle-mover. When I do this, I hold a compassionate equanimity all day (with maybe another short meditation later to help). I can deflect frustration and external irritants. I have more patience. My propensity to feel and share love is far greater.
The Long Game
In January 2022, I stepped back from the fight, at least the fight against the monster of future concerns and global issues. I no longer felt a need to fire out post after post on social media, read every medical study, and catch every new interview. I almost gave it up entirely.
We had the big wins of Malone and McCulloughs interviews with Joe Rogan to close 2021. The battle was more out in the open than ever before. A new wave of reaching people was possible and happening.
After a couple weeks of more restorative living, I was capable of returning to fight the good fight without being tormented internally. I think it is a much better road for the long game as a warrior of light.
I was just as passionate about my position but more calm. I could express myself without having my blood boil. I could find gratitude in the small things even as the ‘evil’ continued. In fact, I saw the ‘evil’ differently. I saw it as a necessary tension enabling those who resisted it the conditions to grow, to cooperate, to build, to birth new communities and ways.
The horror created necessity. This necessity would give some of us the impetus to make the changes in our lives and in our community that the world so desperately needs. People are coming together in new ways and making a difference. The hope that I lost in humanity has returned - perhaps more selectively - but still with an optimism for the future.
Optimism and Freedom
The Freedom Convoy manifested as an example of this. It was ordinary people committed to an extraordinary effort for the purpose of perhaps the most essential and fundamental goal - freedom to live in peace.
The Canadian government and the legacy media chose to survive this PEACEFUL and good intentioned protest of the people by showing their hand as dictatorial, unconstitutional, unscientific, and immoral agents. For those who cannot see this, it seems they are entrenched in a realm of cognitive dissonance. Beyond the mainstream media’s (i.e., state sponsored propaganda machines) contrived reporting, there is a wealth of footage and evidence proving these protests were peaceful, inclusive, and legal.
If you doubt this or want a good overview, this is a worthwhile resource from Heather Heying - a measured, logical and left-leaning evolutionary biologist:
The Resistance’s Yield
Overall, 2022 has yielded much ground for our resistance. Even with the setbacks against the Freedom Convoy, the mandates have dissolved for the most part. More and more people are opting out of their next booster shot. More awareness has been raised about the anything but “safe and effective” jabapeños, with the likes of renowned UK cardiologist, Aseem Malhotra, getting into the fray.
This video provided a major crack in the dam.
The 1:7000 has been shown to be more like 1:40 by other studies.
Florida’s Governor DeSantis has launched an investigation on the “vaccine’s” safety and injuries with a variety of other nations halting their campaigns. Even reserved medical professionals, like John Campbell and others, are calling for a cessation of the jabapeños campaigns. The mask cult is flailing in its attempts to return. And Fauci is out.
CONSPIRACY THEORIST WINS HIT RECORD HIGHS
The conspiracies theories that have been scoffed at, dismissed, censored, and declared false (just like this post below was) have continued to come to fruition. The government and media’s track records for mis/dis-information is second to none. The truth continues to rise to the surface and the oppressive operations are only making it rise with more force like a flutter-board pushed under water and then let go.
By the way, the term conspiracy theory itself is a display of both poor comprehension of the English language and scientific terminology. I believe the following old post of mine captures this well:
Many who looked down upon conspiracy theorists chose to be complicity theorists.
In 2022, we have seen many more come over. The forces of malevolence have been exposed for many more to see. The propaganda machine (the legacy media) seems to be in retreat, making admissions and more balanced reports (at times). They have even asked for amnesty (unfortunately, without accountability and appropriately rectifying their transgressions).
The apologies and accountability aren’t rapidly appearing all around us. However, the silence is deafening and indicative of a sheepish attempts to gaslight and slip away from embarrassing previous public displays of unethical and erroneous sanctimony, for example, exhibit A with CNN’s Leanna Wren:
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Regardless of how close we are to resolving this chapter of history filled with Orwellian inversions and dystopian nightmares, I feel different as 2022 comes to a close. It is not necessarily because of the progress that has been made or because of the current state of the world. While there is much to be despondent about, I don’t think it is the helpful or healthy to go down this path. I know, I did that in 2021.
2023
I think we need to find ways to make peace - peace with ourselves, the world, those who have been manipulated into being our unwitting adversaries, and even peace with the fact that injustice is pervasive and real. I touched upon these notions in my article, Making Peace with the Enemy.
My propensity for peace - inner and outer - is supported by my morning practice which has been undeniably pivotal in my transformation from angry guerilla to peaceful warrior. Beyond that, I believe humor is the best (real) vaccine against the infectious poison of malevolence. I am committed to laughing more in 2023, sharing comedic slants, and holding humor against tyranny until the very end, in victory or defeat.
How else do we go forward?
I don’t think we should forget what has transpired and we need to stay diligent, but, in doing so, avoid harbouring the poison. I endeavour to continue to find my center and balance while cultivating restorative and nourishing practices and community.
I think we need to build - build new ways of being, gardens, visions, and communities. When we fight, may we be fighting FOR something and not just against something. May our focus be on what we want.
If we keep our vision on that and take heart-centred action, I have faith that it will come to be. After all, I have children, I cannot afford to be a pessimist.
We can be paralyzed or made reactive by fear, and that is what those who wish to control us hope for.
Fear is a real message but perseverating on it with a constant nervous anticipation of what’s to come and not acting in ways to channel it usefully is a dangerous path.
We can let fear - and those who monger it - rule us, or, we can have faith instead of fear.
I write these words as a man who prizes logic and has not always had an alignment with the notion of faith. However, as I age (and perhaps, grow wiser), I recognize that that life is essentially Mystery and we cannot attain the control we might hope to.
Good news, neither can Bill Gates, or Klaus Schwab, or any of these types.
Faith seems to be something we have to embrace sooner or later - in whatever way it makes the most sense to us personally - and with that, we can live in the light regardless of the shadows that loom over us.
Let’s start with faith in 2023 being a great year, a year that encompasses all our highest values and provides healing nourishment in every sense of the word.
Happy new year! Wishing you and yours the best of health, happiness, and success in everything to come.
Thanks for putting this together my friend.
I can relate.
Thank you for continuing to speak the truth even when the thought police and their armies of brain washed minions put the pressure on.
Honored to walk this path along side of you.