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MURDERING MOMS psy-op, or: Whatever happened to free will?

September 5, 2026

I’ve hardly paid any attention to the viral Clancy case, about the Duxbury Massachusetts mom who murdered her three children, which just ended in a mistrial! What? Maybe I should have paid attention? This “news” seemed to me, and still seems to me, a typical example of how “they” distract us from paying attention to our own personal experience with the use of psy-ops, or, as Celia Farber now calls them, “agit-props” to keep us demoralized, full of fear.

Here’s her latest.

 

She also refers to another recent case, where a Frankfort Illinois mother supposedly hung her two year-old child, after being psy-oped by the Clancy case.

Yuck.

 

I’m reminded of my own experience, back in the ’60s when my two sons were small and I felt trapped in a loveless marriage.

I too, felt murderous at times! You bet! Anyone who cares for children that they did not want in the first place, and who has no one to speak to about their inner predicament, cannot help but feel frustrated to the point of rage. For my own part, I am ashamed now to say that, luckily for my sons, I had a cat that I used to throw against the wall.

I have collected some of my essays on Mothering, here.

ON MOTHERING

For some reason, this morning, as I was looking back, I remembered that my own problem with “playing a role”   began during the time my kids were very small.

And that memory suddenly then collided with another one, of the psychiatrist R.D. Laing’s first book, The Divided Self (1960). This book blew my mind wide open, helped me immeasurably to begin to work internally with the various compartmentalized parts of my embodied self. His mental bifurcation between the role we have learned to play for others and the existential inner self made total sense. That book was my life raft.

Okay, fast forward to now, when “being crazy” is considered an excuse for murder. Geez!

So, whatever happened to the storied concept of free will? Are we simply soulless automatons, acting out whatever impulses are pumped through us from wherever? No personal responsibility, for anything? Really?

 

I look back on the Crazed Covid Crapola era

September 4, 2026

Remember that day, March 11, 2020, when the entire world was suddenly brainwashed by linguistic bullshit?

 

Whenever I walk into nearby Kroger, I’m confronted with a large sign advertising FREE FLU SHOTS. Yuck.

Kroger’s flu sign reminds me so much of those “storied” covid years, starting in 2020 precisely on my dead doctor dad’s birthday, March 11, when the corporate media suddenly mind-controlled the American public into total F.E.A.R. (false evidence appearing real), via a world-wide rollout of weird phrases. . .

Geez! Just reading through the above list makes me feel weirdly, psychically and emotionally, contaminated.

If I had been “alienated” from society before, that rollout and its poisonous aftermath trajected me into the stratosphere!

It’s been going on seven years, and I still see people with masks driving alone in closed cars. It’s rare, but it does happen. Meanwhile, we endured the “fifth amendment Fauci” display 113 times. But then, what did I expect? How many people in this life are capable of admitting mistakes? Am I?

I still wonder what my doctor Dad would have said about that massive cultural psy-op. Given that he was utterly against what he saw coming, the integration of independent physicians into a “medical system,” I have a sense that the two of us — who had devolved into total polarity, with, for example, him lambasting me for “wasting your good brain” on astrology — would have been utterly sympatico in this arena.

Meanwhile, after many decades of working holistically with my own health (while remaining totally “insured”), at one point this year I decided to see if I could re-enter the medical SYSTEM. Just for a check-up. What a fool. Still stymied. To hell with it.