BACK TO THE MIDDLE AGE 🧙‍♀️

CRUSADES, WITCH HUNTS AND INDULGENCE LETTERS ARE BACK

Someone once said to me that just as fashion keeps coming back and repeating itself, so does history - apparently. At the moment it feels like we are being catapulted right back into the Middle Ages with a new-age crusade against so-called conspiracy theorists with their audacity of questioning the general narrative, resulting in a witch hunt of the worst kind and modern indulgence letters in the name of climate change.

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We think we have evolved so much and are so progressive, but at the end of the day, we are just cavemen who obviously haven't really learned all that much. But when I think about it, I'm probably doing the cavemen a great injustice. Since they had to fight for bare survival every day, the accumulation of money and power was probably not at the forefront of their actions. Today, unfortunately, this is very different.

Just as the Crusaders tried to convince the non-believers of the only good and right faith, if necessary by force, the governments in this day and age, controlled by the super-rich of the world, are trying to convince us that there are pandemics to frighten us, that man is a climate killer, that the heatwaves will have millions of victims, and that children should choose their own gender and that their sex education should begin at birth - to name but a few. In order to enforce this new religion or cult, every means is justified. More and more bans and new regulations are being imposed and non-compliance is threatened with draconian punishments. Today’s crusaders - our politicians, the media, and the compliant population - are steered by the super-rich elites and self-proclaimed philanthropists. These crusaders are the ones that are driving the narrative, supporting it with all possible means, and everyone that is not compliant is hunted down. The modern witch hunt may not include drownings and burnings (yet) but the methods have not changed. If you have an opinion - or even worse proof - that the general narrative is flawed or downright bull shit, you are ridiculed, discredited, your livelihood threatened, and worse.

“The most terrifying words in the English language are: I'm from the government and I'm here to help.” — Ronald Reagan

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The indulgence trade of the modern age is emissions certificates. At least it feels like it. According to the motto: you can do anything, you just have to apologise afterward. In other words, you don't have to change your behaviour in any way and you can buy a clear conscience with emission certificates and still enjoy your holiday in Thailand. But since we know that all the hype about climate change and the doomsday scenarios are just as much nonsense as the COVID-19 pandemic, it serves, as always, to line the pockets of a few and to keep people in check with fear, so that they will go along with any nonsense and keep their mouths shut.

Politics of the 21. century apparently means scaring people so much that any solution will do for them in the end.

“The problem with socialism is that you eventually run out of other peoples' money.” — Margaret Thatcher

As I mentioned in my last letter, the ones involved in the agenda are still pulling together to push through their perverted fantasies of omnipotence.

I have never been a feminist. I am hopelessly, let’s call it old school when it comes to the differences between men and women. I will not elaborate on that now and save that for another letter sometime. I am slowly but surely becoming some sort of feminist though. Generations before me fought for women’s rights often making great sacrifices. Now men, dressing up as women, claiming to be women, invade the spaces of women. I find it appalling that women are expected to put up with men in women’s sports, in their changing rooms, gyms, saunas, toilets, etc. and we are expected to keep our mouths shut and accept this nice and quiet. I am no fan of beauty pageants but a man winning Miss Netherlands 2023 and qualifying to participate in the Miss Universe competition is simply hideous. And because we are all to be so tolerant, woke, and diverse he will probably win, unless there are other men also participating.
Why is this tolerated? Where is the outcry of the general public? Are people already so indifferent that no matter what they are told it will be accepted or even repeated?

Women seem to be disappearing and becoming irrelevant. They even tried to eliminate the word mother, wanting to replace it with “birthing person”. If this weren’t so serious you would have to simply laugh about it. Unfortunately, you might choke on your laughter. What could a father be called in the future? Perhaps “sperm-giving person” will be the new wording. Even George Orwell could not have made up this Newspeak nonsense any better.

I am usually not someone who scares easily and yet what terrifies me is the speed of this sickening development on so many levels. What still terrifies me most though are the „believers“ in any nonsense that is presented to them without even considering to question any of it. The gaslighting has progressed to a level where they could claim the sky is purple and the moon is made of cheese and it would not be questioned by many. Supervised thinking has caused the complete loss of the ability to think for themselves in so many people out there. I believe that many are actually a lost cause and would not recognise the truth if it jumped in their faces.

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🎶My Song of the Week

Goin’ Down Slow - Eric Clapton

For more good music, go to this Spotify playlist where you can find all the songs from the Change & Evolve Letters!

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📚My Poem of the Week

Is by Lord Byron (George Gordon) (1788–1824)

Darkness

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress—he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shriek'd, and died—
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe. 

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👀Impressions

The only rainbows I love!

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Wishing you a wonderful weekend.

Yours

Tanja 🤗