Some “suicides” are not. Not the result of desperation or despair; not the result of carelessness or accidental overdose. However, they are chosen, just as suicides are chosen. The difference between them on an internal level might have to do with just how much “of sound mind” a person who opts to die is. And to me, that means, has this person considered all the options? These might include the option to ask for mental or emotional help, if needed; and/or the option to view one’s entire life so far as an evolutionary journey, one’s soul’s long or short embodiment on this planet. In this latter case, the life review having taken place, the option becomes this: to decide to leave or not, depending upon whether one decides one’s work here on earth is complete, and/or one’s embodiment has become so compromised that to remain would be to put too much of a burden on others.
Synchronicity! Just as I was preparing this post, I get a call from one of my spiritual daughters. Her father, a dear lover and friend of mine back in the mid-’80s, died two days ago, consciously, willingly, peacefully. He had been dealing with renal failure, and on daily dialysis for years, and by May of 2021, knew he was nearing death. Once in hospice, he decided he was done with it. Stopped dialysis cold. And with his time remaining called all the people in his life with whom he still had unfinished business. A loving, conscious, very powerful death. Not even any morphine, since he was not in pain. His daughter and son had visited him for a week last July, knowing it would be the final time. He didn’t want them present when he died. He didn’t want anyone present. He wanted to die alone; and it turns out he did, his partner having left the room to go walk the dog.
I have long been an advocate of the above, what others might call suicide, but I would call Elective Death, via VSED: Voluntarily Stopping Eating and Drinking.
The point is, when one’s time is done, then it’s time to go!
For many years I imagined myself walking out into the desert far enough from my car that no one could easily trace me, and then lying down to die. But of course, the coyotes might get me first. So I axed that idea. I don’t mind dying, but I’d rather avoid unnecessary pain!
So then I came across Scott Nearing, who lived for 100 years, and then consciously choose to leave this plane, via VSED, with the conscious agreement of his wife Helen.
One might call this manner of dying another form of “assisted suicide, ” in that a willing assistant is present or nearby; but not the kind with a morphine drip in place (actually quite common, though never really brought to public attention, for hospice patients, as it’s said to ease both pain and “air hunger”). And certainly not a pillow, or a bag of nitrous oxide, over the head. Nothing to implicate anyone else in my dying, please!
Here’s a book that I read eagerly, Choosing to Die: A Personal Story, having purchased it at a Crones Counsel, a few years ago, where its author, Phyllis Schacter, gave a lively and very informative workshop, telling the story of her husband’s protracted conscious deathing process, with her agreement and witness.
Two years ago, as the Covid Drama began to roll out, officially dignified as a global “pandemic” on March 11, 2020 (who can forget that day?), I knew instantly and intuitively that this globally induced fear porn was just that, and always spelled and pronounced it plandemic or scamdemic.
And I knew that what made this hypnotic social contagion, this mass formation, possible was fear of the big kahuna: DEATH. It is assumed, in this death-dealing and death-defying culture, that everybody fears death, so much so that they will strive to stay young, and especially to appear young, for as long as possible; plus, of course, either stave off death itself until the bitter end, or, even better: turn oneself into an immortal robot.
Another assumption common to this culture: what we philosophers call the Cartesian mind/body split; we, we think, are our minds; our bodies, on the other hand, are machines, which sometimes breakdown and need to be fixed. How are they fixed? By outside experts, who we presume know more about our own body than we do. In fact, we fear our own bodies, because of their capacity to betray us.
These two assumptions feed into each other. We are afraid to die because we, our minds, want to live forever, and since our minds are enclosed by our bodies, which age, we won’t live forever.
Thus Death, in our culture, is Defeat.
Anyone who has ever traveled out of body knows that death is not the end. And furthermore, that you, your Higher Self or Spirit, is larger than both your mind and your body — by far!
Anyone who has ever become truly present to his or her own aliveness, wherein every moment blooms into infinity, knows that there is no death. That death itself, is an illusion.
I am speaking of myself, the assumptions that I already held for decades way back in 2020 when the plandemic rolled out. And of course, since I paid attention to my own immune system, as usual, and since, as usual, I knew that my body would alert me in time to increase my protocols for health as needed, I felt, as usual, relatively immune from serious illness, no matter the drumming of constant covid propaganda that put most people in stuck, extremely stressful, flight or fight mode.
Though I knew I wasn’t alone in my recognition that the entire rollout was a scam to corral the world’s peoples into fearful compliance (on the way to Agenda 30, robotic humans, and the Great Reset), I also knew that, because of the two bedrock cultural assumptions above (Fear of Death and Body/Mind split), the diabolical forces that were rolling out the plandemic would have an easy time suckering most people into their devious plan to, as quickly as possible, get rid of at least 90% of the world’s “useless eaters” and enslave the rest.
I was not alone. And yet, I don’t know how many people recognized as I did back then, immediately seeing all the mandates — masks, isolation, social distancing, lockdown — as specifically designed to actually increase the likelihood of falling ill, due to the immune system’s need for nature, physical activity, social interaction, nutritious food, sleep, some kind of meditative practice to help transform worry, substance abuse, and weight regulation — all as utterly essential for maintaining personal health. Instead, the “authorities” put mandates in place to vastly increase fear, signal compliance, and thereby compromise the immune system even further.
Nine months went by, as if in a dream, a bad dream, a nightmare. Thick currents of fear swirled through the collective psyche, threatening to take even me, who woke up from educational, social, and medical indoctrination many decades ago, down.
Then, the promised vaccines which, because “still experimental,” vaccine makers would hold no liability for any side effects, rolled out at the end of 2020. Needle rape dug the FEAR even deeper into the collective psyche. Soon, those who refused to “go along with the program” were branded, and despised, by the obedient, “politically correct” masses, as “anti-vax.”
The social pressure was immense and intense. Even those who intuitively shied away from getting the vax, tended to sooner or later give in, due to social pressure, work pressure, pressure from partner, friends, family, desire to continue to eat in restaurants, attend concerts, sporting events, to travel, and so on.
Meanwhile, the determinedly unvaxxed began to read up more and more on the side effects of the vax, and were predictably, appalled. How could anyone take the chance? How could anyone, especially, vax their own children?
I have a sense that the ones who gave in to social pressure tried to stay away from learning about the side effects that were becoming more and more obvious and appalling as time went on. Sports figures and newscasters, suddenly keeling over, during a game, or during a broadcast, DEAD, right in front of our eyes. A huge long list of serious issues having to do with heart, brain, nervous system, muscles. Doctors, hospitals, Big Pharma, Fauci and friends profiting enormously from each admission classified as covid, each patient given remdesivir (nurses call it “Run Death Is Near”) and then put on respirator, and then predictably, and again profitably, dying, whether or not “with” or “from” covid. Didn’t matter. It was all lumped as covid.
Furthermore, even for those who haven’t (yet?) had these weird new symptoms, whatever health issues one had prior to the vax, likely increased, worsened. Lupus showed up again, and cancer.
Clearly, the vax was and is fucking with the immune system.
Vaxxed folks then get covid, and, believe it or not, thank the vax for it not being any worse. Some have gotten covid twice since being triple vaxxed! And every tweet announcing such, ends with “Make sure you get the vax!”
Some use “covid” as an excuse, whether or not they really “test positive,” to opt out of whatever they didn’t want to do.
And, as anybody with half a brain knows by now, the PCR test itself, was and is a scam, due to both cycle variation, and the fact that it does not distinguish between covid, colds, and the flu, but instead, until very recently, all flues and colds were rebranded as covid.
Even now, as the plandemic is supposedly waning, all sorts of celebrities are supposedly “getting covid” —and yep, urging the rest of us — self-styled “pure bloods” — to get the vax!
But now the boomerang effect appears to begin, with life insurance companies declaring death from vax-related issues are the result of a conscious choice, and therefore can be classified as suicide.
And yes, one could say that lemmings running off the cliff is an apt metaphor here. Conscious choice to join the crowd, mostly, and run together into oblivion.
Death from Medical Experiment? Life Insurance Companies Are Starting to Deny Covid Vaccine Claims
But: Is it true?