When the news was announced, crowds soon gathered all over town. The largest of these was in a park next to the village hall.
The water in the park’s fountain, still gurgling, thanks to the taxes that were still being collected and the appearances that were still being kept up, suddenly turned an astonishing golden hue. Children asked their mothers if they could touch the shimmery water. Mothers took their children by the hands and approached the fountain. At first, the people were submissively cautious – touching any waterways, man-made or natural, had been prohibited long ago by some unremembered health department commissioner. But the allure of the golden liquid overrode any qualms the people had about plunging a body part into nature’s elixir, and soon they were all joyously in the fountain, drinking, splashing and laughing, good as gold.
Among the flowers and statues, a lone voice began quietly singing:
Let’s fight like hell for the living
Let’s fight like hell for the living
They all took up the song until it echoed from the rooftops all over town. The song swept into neighboring towns until The Song could be heard in the halls of power, where the rulers quaked in fear.
The people had remembered that they were free beings.
This is the way it happens.
This is my entry to @mariannewest's daily freewrite challenge. Today's prompt is not a release.
I did not set a timer for this one, and I tinkered with it a lot. It was hard come by, truth be told. But it is a freewrite, a story I had no idea I was going to tell today until I sat down to tell it.
Oh, if only!
If only life were more parable-like, all magical realism? I believe it can be. We just have to offer options to the reality we have been told exists. It does not. We have to tell our own stories, not merely believe the stories we are told about ourselves. It's so very simple. Thanks for being you.
There's an element of sadness amidst hope. I can't imagine the bondage they must have been living prior to this. It usually takes one movement for people to realize that they are in fact free beings.
They were being taxed into poverty, forced to inject toxins into their flesh and the flesh of their babies, forbidden to do anything that was good for their health, and shackled to their jobs and tiny crowded homes. They thought voting for this ruler or that was a great right and duty. Just like us today. Thank you for stopping by!
Sometimes I look around and see a great awakening. Then I talk to my friends, all needlecrafted, all of them going about their business as if everything's normal. Then I wonder if it's me who's crazy.
Great piece of writing!
Thanks. I like this one a lot.
It's astonishing how many people can't see or feel that their lives are unraveling, and that the more they hold on to them, the more they stand to lose. Those same people applaud actions by the UN, WHO and especially Bill Gates. These people nearly all seem to be anxious, depressed, and very fearful of a great many things, but not the things that scare me. It is very illuminating how differently ww see things, which speaks to the different realities we live in. I know reality is personal, there is no one true reality, but they are certain the way they see the world is the way it is. They will, I fear, be very vulnerable when the illusion that we are being relentlessly fed can no longer be maintained.
We are fed illusions. It's still rampant.
First, we hear that some people refuse transfusions of blood from the vaccinated:
Why is the FDA Contaminating America’s Blood Supply?
Next, I go in search of more information. What reassurances can the Red Cross offer us about the safety of blood from donors who got the jab?
Um, no, this doesn't really address the concerns.
The fear is not that someone would contract Covid from a vaccinated donor.
It's all the blood clots and RNA damage.
I asked a funeral home director if he'd seen what others have reported: that embalmers have seen a huge increase in blood clots among the dead.
He quickly changed the subject.
Wow! What a good question to ask of embalmers, and coroners. Hit them in their faces with it. It doesn't matter much if they respond in any way. It matters that they know, and that the questioner knows. They will quietly tell their loved ones, and those relatives will know. I hope I have the guts to ask an embalmer that question. I do know that, when Niko died in mid 2022, it took a very long time to get the death certificate because, I was told by the funeral director, that there had been so many recent unexplained deaths requiring inquests that there was a huge backlog for the coroner.
We need our embalmers and coroners to grow some balls. I wonder what they are afraid of? I knpw doctors are afraid of losing their jobs and not being able to find another. Same for major media employees. What is over, or into, the heads of those who handle the bodies after death?