The Sheep, the Shepard, and the Wolf.

The herd only survives because the Shepard is there, prepared to sacrifice the few to protect the many. Truth seekers are part of the few. Unfortunately we often delude ourselves into thinking that being outside the herd and awake will save us. Nope. We get to be amongst the first to go. Be a truth seeker at your peril!
We are just considered by the herd to be amongst the mentally challenged and thus can be dismissed out of hand. Eccentric is a description kept for only those who are smart enough to escape the noose the elite and their parasitic enablers have managed to constructed around the truth.
For most of us stupid truth speakers it all begins by not conspiring with others to cover up the crimes committed by individuals in our institutions.

A personal example of how it all starts.

A long time ago, Xmas 1983, I was on secondment to Kalgoorlie Regional Hospital from Perth as a trainee Nurse. A position I would later resign from as the experience I am about to recount will not leave me. It reawakened unresolved trauma in my own life from dysfunctional parenting and an anti-social up-bringing (another story all in itself). All of which placed me on the road to career death and all the problems that situation brings with it. Anyway, I was working on the Psycho-Geriatric ward as a 1st year doing dressings, general care, bathing, showering, feeding, etc of the patients there. There was one old gentleman called Colin Scriven (I believe that was his name) and he had been admitted years ago as a double sided stroke-victim that had rendered him in a vegetative state that would only be punctuated by strangled cries when things were being done to/for him. He was a special case and I did not personally nurse him. That was left up to a pair of polish-born nurse assistants and the orderlies that serviced that ward. As you may surmise he was labor intensive and took up a lot of time of the other qualified nurses on the ward.

One day, maybe two weeks into working on that ward one of the other trainee nurses came to me as I was beginning my afternoon shift and said in hushed tones words to the effect of telling me that the two Polish nurse assistants were going to ‘get rid of Mr Scriven’ today. I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t really even process it through my thoughts as the implications were just too much for me to address. So I just acknowledged what she had said and carried on my own duties. About an hour later there was commotion on the ward and I started to hear a most terrible sound that reverberated from one end of the ward to the other. It was the sound of Colin Scriven gasping for breath as he had been placed on his back for feeding (something you NEVER do to a incapacitated person!) and when he had kept spitting out the food had a hand placed over his mouth until it was forced backwards down into his lungs.
He was seen by a doctor who attempted to get some suction down but it was too deeply lodged in his lungs and he lay like that for FIVE HOURS until he died. Gasping for air so loudly that everyone on the ward could hear him suffering in the torture of choking to death on his own food.
He died as I left the ward at the end of my shift. I found that out the next day but at the time I did have an unusual experience of a wind blowing through me in an enclosed solid corridor that moved around momentarily as I was walking down it returning to my room.

Strange, hey! But I’m not known for being religious so I’m still unsure as to what that all meant.

But some part of my brain did process what had happened on that ward and it became a catalyst to reigniting all my unresolved emotional traumas from my childhood. Of course, I had no idea what was going on in my subconscious so became a thorn in the side of the Hospital administration where ever I was sent subsequently. Thus, I eventually resigned after making myself thoroughly disliked by all my peers. The other nurses on that day Colin Scriven died, well hey! They just saw it as part of the job. Someone who is inside the system is allowed to get away with……

I was told that the Doctor who signed the death certificate put ‘natural causes’ on the document.

So everybody gets away with taking another persons life when you have a state sponsored system to cover for you and hide in.

Except me. I tried to show how badly run the Hospital system was and was destroyed doing it. It’s a small town Perth but I have nowhere I wanted to run to. I wasn’t going to leave my mother after she had been so badly treated by my father. Both during their marriage and after divorce. And I never felt that my humiliation at the hands of various elites and government institutions of Perth were ever bad enough to warrant me running away in shame. What I didn’t recognize though was how small this town is and how they LOVE to have someone with no connections or power to make an example of. I was/am one of those people and they made hay while the sun shone.

Because of that experience and many others (both before and after) I have no solutions to the herd mentality except to think on the three parts; The sheep, the Shepard, and the wolf. Of course, that doesn’t necessarily explain why the Shepard needs the sheep in the first place. The sheep have turned out to have many uses other than just for the dining table. Control of the many by the few has many unintended consequences that have proved to be a boon for the Shepard. Human ingenuity is one that sticks out immediately. Co-operation is another. These are qualities the elite do not possess. There’s is the creed of greed and self interest rules their thinking. Without the sheep to use as a buffer between these elites they would surely tear each other to pieces in their haste for ultimate supremacy.
So they take advantage of our herding instincts and keep us fearful of the wolves so we wont stray too far from the flock.

Who are the wolves? Well, anyone that the good Shepard decrees is a wolf! The sheep wont argue, will they?

It’s worth pondering the implications in that they need the herd in a much more fundamental way; to provide sacrificial lambs for ritual slaughter to satisfy their own lust for human domination through the destruction of the young and naive. This so they can free their minds from their carnal desires and concentrate on survival through the subjugation of the rest of us to meeting their needs. Not our own.

Going on wholesale at the moment.

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