Both the above links provide opinions on what could be causing personality changes in people.
Given that I am unvaxxed (no flu shots either), and given that I live like a hermit with very little human interaction, I am reluctant to accept that the changes are purely vaccine related. I am sure all vaccines are toxic, but major personality changes have been observed in animal experiments with microwave radiation.
Electro-magnetic radiation pulses around us all day and all night, unrelenting and increasing all the time. I wish more people would recognise how debilitating this is to all living things.
Is it any surprise to find ourselves feeling psychologically foggy?
Like you, at a crucial moment in time, I also decided I could love no matter what, and it was a most wonderful thing in my life. No one had to love me back I could, and would always love them. No matter what.
But before that, when I was 14 or 15 God turned me inside out, as I was driving back along the Mexican coast after living on a beach for two weeks. Something happened and I became nothing but love.
I loved everyone and everything, as if the entire sun lived in my body.
When I returned to school the next week, completely brown from sleeping on the sand under the Mexican sky and wearing nothing but a green burlap tunic I'd found in Baja, the other students noticed me. At an age when we were all self conscious, and wanted to be popular, wearing stockings and bras and makeup, I came to school with bare face and legs, as flat chested as ever, and yet the cool girls wanted to dress like me (!), and popular boys suddenly wanted to "go out" with me.
It was the first and last time I've been utterly unselfconscious - it lasted about a month and slowly faded, but I experienced the state of total love a few more times in my life. At the time, my mother decided I'd experienced "cosmic consciousness".
Anyhow, I love you now and very few other people. You, the Dragon, Piscean 8 of Spades.
Loved it Francis, words in song have such a lifting feeling. Just imagine you have been on that boat going down the river all these years and now this river meets the sea, you will have no banks to keep you closed in on either side, could this be the time of change where all about to sea. Keep your soul happy, remember with all the shame drudgery and broken dreams it is still a beautiful world.
Maybe I didn’t love them enough. Rubbish Francis since I've been following you, all that you have given is honesty and truth and to me these are so closely linked to love, so by that definition you have given so much love. Perhaps your body is telling you to step back and rest and recuperate, in every battle you need to tack stock and readjust your position so that you are prepare for what is next to come. Perhaps your body is telling you that change for good is coming and that you can take your foot off the pedal for a short time. Here is a bit of van to relax to… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnVnIKTWhNshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J789GId1kaY
"Maybe the echoes of my unheard warnings are returning to their point of origin, empty and useless, tired and too late to help anyone.
Maybe I am just angry to have been cancelled, rejected and diminished by judges and juries that never met me, yet sentenced me to permanent social isolation because my thoughts do not mimic theirs…. maybe…"
You definitely loved those enough that cancelled you these past three years - it was done with tough love. It was the kind of love that hurts at first sight but over time the core intent of the love touches the ones that are aware that this love is pure, safe and uplifting. Love doesn't affect everyone the same and some will never feel the love you share but that is not your responsibility. You have been doing what you're supposed to be doing all these years: sharing wisdom, truth, hope, idealism and direction.
These past few years, the universe has tested us all in ways we've never experienced before. Some of us are stronger from it and some are weaker. It's time to determine what affect the Plandemic has had on you and then recharge your soul so that more love and wisdom may freely pour from your spirit just like you've been doing the past 10 years.
It's time to exit the Matrix and enter the Eternal Manna where you can succumb to and feast on the goodness that is waiting for you there.
This has brought a tear to my eye 😥 (and I don’t well up very often). I’m saddened and not surprised you’re feeling this way. You’ve done SO much to broadcast the truth and challenge the abominable lies, only to be the subject of increasing, totally unjust censorship. And, it seems, from what you wrote recently, getting increasingly trolled on Substack. But I, for one, will remain eternally grateful for what I have learnt from your writing …. your wisdom is immense. I’m often telling friends how amazing you are. Don’t give up, Frances … I relish your posts and have missed the decline in their frequency and your very valuable words of wisdom. You are a real HERO 🌟💫✨
I think the piece that is often overlooked is the effort that is required to stay safe from monsters. Analyzing behaviors, history of behaviors, scanning the room for the next hit.
Spending one's life battling for something that ends up slipping through the cracks.
Because this battle is not what life is about. This is a battle for life.
Maybe your body, your spirit is exhausted. Maybe something else is being asked now.
“the opinions I received from doctors at that time were laughable” They were following The Science!
“Maybe I had triggered a ‘flash-back’ or released extra doses of dopamine? ” I figure your pineal gland is in good order! Probably a release of DMT that occurs at major transitional moments in life. Seems plausible to me.
Now on to my admittedly simplistic metaphor; perhaps it applies to your situation. My life was like a smartly furnished and outfitted living area with art, favorite furnishings, a nice HiFi system, Lp records, etc. but with a somewhat finite amount of space though that never prevented expansion as some pieces moved to adoring new homes as new to me ‘things’ moved in and through. They represent my friends, my passions, my interests. A very organic ebb and flow through life. The room is my tangible love circle (even thought it’s not that small in reality - just a metaphor). And all of a sudden the last 3 years drops a huge hideous bug infested sofa right in the middle of the room, squeezing out what I love and displacing the sweet aroma of home with mildewy rot. Inexplicably some of my favorites leave my now overcrowded space voluntarily because their perception of consensus reality won’t let them see such a hideous thing despite its immutable presence. “How can you not see this thing in our room?!” I’d say. And they walk out saying “I guess it isn’t our room anymore; I’m uncomfortable around you and your seeing things!, although it is a bit smelly here now. Must be a coincidence. “
Those are the hardest losses of all despite the conundrum of now being unable to heave out the one thing I’d like to unsee.
So everything else is in rotation in the room now, that hideous sofa having become an unwelcome persistent reality.
As long as hideous monsters arrogate themselves into positions of ruling power I suppose it is better to keep that hideous thing where one can keep an eye on it. But I’m learning to place festive hermetically sealed slip covers on it from time to time so I can go back to my welcomed entities. Perhaps the lost ones will will see clear to visit?
Unfortunately I seem to have a finite capacity for love. While I am able to muster a certain pity or compassion for the monsters in control (as I’m not sure they can be anything else), I can’t get around the immeasurable turmoil & consequences to millions of people and friendly critters that their small number generate.
I guess I’ll keep working on that.
Thank you Frances for this post! I think for love to get through to these people, something-perhaps even supernatural- has to smack them upside the head to break the spell they seem to be under. I can’t and won’t say it’s impossible.
PS food for thought. Sometimes these crazy guys really hit hard
w always love :"enough" if that is our intention; clearly it is yours. i never wanted babies and for me that urge came on as a need and desire to hold the kind of love of which you speak. This has been my life's work.
Dear, dear Frances. Please know your love has reached ME! Your warmth and words have been solace and counsel to me that I have not been alone these 3 years, that I have a bright, brave, free-thinking, loving and fearless WARRIOR sister at my side. ❤️⚔️🔥 Truly, you and I are similar vintage, and I believe we were born for THIS. Who else can take it?! Now is the time the Spirit is testing us, and you have already risen far above the chaos. I’m 💯 % sure you have other dedicated fans like me, who just love to hear your rebel voice. Sending you massive love, hugs kisses and praying we can continue to love one another in the Etheric space that connects us. Never give up! Never surrender! But be kind to yourself please. Write less perhaps but please stay with us 🌸❤️
Perhaps you loved where it wasn’t deserved, or appreciated. Perhaps you took the general goodness of the world for granted and then woke up, just like I did, and found out how much evil there is out there. I think many of us are stunned by the events of the last decade. Particularly the last three years. Be good to yourself. Allow yourself to feel what you feel. And try to find a really good support system. My last little tidbit would be for you to try to remember how loved you are, and love yourself as much. I send my love to you. thank you for adding so much to our lives with your beautiful writing.
It wasn't you that couldn't love enough...it was always "them" ...incapable of love and compassion...the ancient and ever-present controllers are not human...
Please please Frances, do keep writing, write more! And especially write from within your new mix of feelings, of indignation, rage, sadness and bafflement, because I have those very same feelings these days and would really cherish readings by you and anyone else with the same or similar state of 'dissident mind'. You will NOT alienate me, for sure, and I read every post on your vlog with great appetite and satisfaction.
I believe there are millions of us (I guess 25% of the population, maybe half by now who are in opposition) who don't have words for how we feel and are baffled, more than anything because we don't know what to say, how to talk about us rejecting the jabs, of revealing our boiling rage, whether to ask our friends or family members whether they rejected too. I met a wall of silence from my grown up children after sharing my doubts and giving well documented warnings. "Don't be so negative" is like a kick in the belly from what I see as a 'tyranny of kindness'. Or false politeness. Or misguided New Age 'positivity'.
What has love to do with it?
And then I almost fall into the trap of rejecting my feelings and cover up the fact that I AM baffled and flabberghasted, and afraid of being bullied or frozen out, end up lonely, of being blocked from society. I stopped watching fake TV last autumn and now sitting mostly by myself, searching for real news and reading blogs, like yours.
Today I saw this post: https://markcrispinmiller.substack.com/p/are-the-vaccines-also-driving-people-3f7 and I read a lot of the comments there. I was reminded of this discussion between Fuellmich, Breggin & Wolf: https://rumble.com/v1ub5nk-reiner-fuellmich-suddenly-changed-personality-changes-after-mrna-injection.html.
Both the above links provide opinions on what could be causing personality changes in people.
Given that I am unvaxxed (no flu shots either), and given that I live like a hermit with very little human interaction, I am reluctant to accept that the changes are purely vaccine related. I am sure all vaccines are toxic, but major personality changes have been observed in animal experiments with microwave radiation.
I just had to mention that.....
https://duckduckgo.com/?q=Animal+studies+have+shown+that+microwave+radiation+causes+dramatic+personality+changes.&atb=v339-1&ia=web
Electro-magnetic radiation pulses around us all day and all night, unrelenting and increasing all the time. I wish more people would recognise how debilitating this is to all living things.
Is it any surprise to find ourselves feeling psychologically foggy?
#STOP5G
Everything.
Love IS everything to do with IT.
Like you, at a crucial moment in time, I also decided I could love no matter what, and it was a most wonderful thing in my life. No one had to love me back I could, and would always love them. No matter what.
But before that, when I was 14 or 15 God turned me inside out, as I was driving back along the Mexican coast after living on a beach for two weeks. Something happened and I became nothing but love.
I loved everyone and everything, as if the entire sun lived in my body.
When I returned to school the next week, completely brown from sleeping on the sand under the Mexican sky and wearing nothing but a green burlap tunic I'd found in Baja, the other students noticed me. At an age when we were all self conscious, and wanted to be popular, wearing stockings and bras and makeup, I came to school with bare face and legs, as flat chested as ever, and yet the cool girls wanted to dress like me (!), and popular boys suddenly wanted to "go out" with me.
It was the first and last time I've been utterly unselfconscious - it lasted about a month and slowly faded, but I experienced the state of total love a few more times in my life. At the time, my mother decided I'd experienced "cosmic consciousness".
Anyhow, I love you now and very few other people. You, the Dragon, Piscean 8 of Spades.
https://pdfcoffee.com/camp-robert-love-cards-1997-pdf-free.html
For three years, most days I feel like a ghost in my own life, everything is fading fast in the rear view mirror, all Once Upon a Time.
Thank you Frances for your love, the only thing that lasts forever.
PS
Fuck all the cancellers, rejecters and diminishers.
I love this.
Thank you for posting Juan Ramon Jimenez's writing, MisterY.
I do like it - very much, and I had to look up the word recondite, which I think perhaps should be my new middle name.
Here is one for you....
You have no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean.
Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.
It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.
So I've brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me. Rumi
I saw the crescent, you saw the whole of the moon https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBW8Vnp8BzU
Loved it Francis, words in song have such a lifting feeling. Just imagine you have been on that boat going down the river all these years and now this river meets the sea, you will have no banks to keep you closed in on either side, could this be the time of change where all about to sea. Keep your soul happy, remember with all the shame drudgery and broken dreams it is still a beautiful world.
Maybe I didn’t love them enough. Rubbish Francis since I've been following you, all that you have given is honesty and truth and to me these are so closely linked to love, so by that definition you have given so much love. Perhaps your body is telling you to step back and rest and recuperate, in every battle you need to tack stock and readjust your position so that you are prepare for what is next to come. Perhaps your body is telling you that change for good is coming and that you can take your foot off the pedal for a short time. Here is a bit of van to relax to… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnVnIKTWhNs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J789GId1kaY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFAp3aRJ2vA You deserve it.
Thanks dallas, onwards? Yeah, I reckon we will go onwards, no matter what hurdles present themselves.
Here is a song which says that:
https://youtu.be/VAiOjxkCS0g
"Maybe the echoes of my unheard warnings are returning to their point of origin, empty and useless, tired and too late to help anyone.
Maybe I am just angry to have been cancelled, rejected and diminished by judges and juries that never met me, yet sentenced me to permanent social isolation because my thoughts do not mimic theirs…. maybe…"
You definitely loved those enough that cancelled you these past three years - it was done with tough love. It was the kind of love that hurts at first sight but over time the core intent of the love touches the ones that are aware that this love is pure, safe and uplifting. Love doesn't affect everyone the same and some will never feel the love you share but that is not your responsibility. You have been doing what you're supposed to be doing all these years: sharing wisdom, truth, hope, idealism and direction.
These past few years, the universe has tested us all in ways we've never experienced before. Some of us are stronger from it and some are weaker. It's time to determine what affect the Plandemic has had on you and then recharge your soul so that more love and wisdom may freely pour from your spirit just like you've been doing the past 10 years.
It's time to exit the Matrix and enter the Eternal Manna where you can succumb to and feast on the goodness that is waiting for you there.
This has brought a tear to my eye 😥 (and I don’t well up very often). I’m saddened and not surprised you’re feeling this way. You’ve done SO much to broadcast the truth and challenge the abominable lies, only to be the subject of increasing, totally unjust censorship. And, it seems, from what you wrote recently, getting increasingly trolled on Substack. But I, for one, will remain eternally grateful for what I have learnt from your writing …. your wisdom is immense. I’m often telling friends how amazing you are. Don’t give up, Frances … I relish your posts and have missed the decline in their frequency and your very valuable words of wisdom. You are a real HERO 🌟💫✨
🙏🏻
Maybe you DID love them enough, but they didn't know how to accept it or even recognize it......Bless you Frances and much love to you!
(sorry I have to piggyback)
Often love is not seen clearly or understood for what it is.
Let yourself be slow. I'm right there with you. ❤️
I think the piece that is often overlooked is the effort that is required to stay safe from monsters. Analyzing behaviors, history of behaviors, scanning the room for the next hit.
Spending one's life battling for something that ends up slipping through the cracks.
Because this battle is not what life is about. This is a battle for life.
Maybe your body, your spirit is exhausted. Maybe something else is being asked now.
“the opinions I received from doctors at that time were laughable” They were following The Science!
“Maybe I had triggered a ‘flash-back’ or released extra doses of dopamine? ” I figure your pineal gland is in good order! Probably a release of DMT that occurs at major transitional moments in life. Seems plausible to me.
Now on to my admittedly simplistic metaphor; perhaps it applies to your situation. My life was like a smartly furnished and outfitted living area with art, favorite furnishings, a nice HiFi system, Lp records, etc. but with a somewhat finite amount of space though that never prevented expansion as some pieces moved to adoring new homes as new to me ‘things’ moved in and through. They represent my friends, my passions, my interests. A very organic ebb and flow through life. The room is my tangible love circle (even thought it’s not that small in reality - just a metaphor). And all of a sudden the last 3 years drops a huge hideous bug infested sofa right in the middle of the room, squeezing out what I love and displacing the sweet aroma of home with mildewy rot. Inexplicably some of my favorites leave my now overcrowded space voluntarily because their perception of consensus reality won’t let them see such a hideous thing despite its immutable presence. “How can you not see this thing in our room?!” I’d say. And they walk out saying “I guess it isn’t our room anymore; I’m uncomfortable around you and your seeing things!, although it is a bit smelly here now. Must be a coincidence. “
Those are the hardest losses of all despite the conundrum of now being unable to heave out the one thing I’d like to unsee.
So everything else is in rotation in the room now, that hideous sofa having become an unwelcome persistent reality.
As long as hideous monsters arrogate themselves into positions of ruling power I suppose it is better to keep that hideous thing where one can keep an eye on it. But I’m learning to place festive hermetically sealed slip covers on it from time to time so I can go back to my welcomed entities. Perhaps the lost ones will will see clear to visit?
Unfortunately I seem to have a finite capacity for love. While I am able to muster a certain pity or compassion for the monsters in control (as I’m not sure they can be anything else), I can’t get around the immeasurable turmoil & consequences to millions of people and friendly critters that their small number generate.
I guess I’ll keep working on that.
Thank you Frances for this post! I think for love to get through to these people, something-perhaps even supernatural- has to smack them upside the head to break the spell they seem to be under. I can’t and won’t say it’s impossible.
PS food for thought. Sometimes these crazy guys really hit hard
https://explosm.net/comics/dave-depressingautism
w always love :"enough" if that is our intention; clearly it is yours. i never wanted babies and for me that urge came on as a need and desire to hold the kind of love of which you speak. This has been my life's work.
Dear, dear Frances. Please know your love has reached ME! Your warmth and words have been solace and counsel to me that I have not been alone these 3 years, that I have a bright, brave, free-thinking, loving and fearless WARRIOR sister at my side. ❤️⚔️🔥 Truly, you and I are similar vintage, and I believe we were born for THIS. Who else can take it?! Now is the time the Spirit is testing us, and you have already risen far above the chaos. I’m 💯 % sure you have other dedicated fans like me, who just love to hear your rebel voice. Sending you massive love, hugs kisses and praying we can continue to love one another in the Etheric space that connects us. Never give up! Never surrender! But be kind to yourself please. Write less perhaps but please stay with us 🌸❤️
❤️
Aw, thank you so much for the pep talk! I needed that! xx
Ooh look! I found a video expressing more brain fuddle than my post!
It is 'Absurdism' - How to Party at the End of Meaning ☄️
Enjoy!
https://youtu.be/Jv79l1b-eoI
That was fun - thanks for sharing!
Perhaps you loved where it wasn’t deserved, or appreciated. Perhaps you took the general goodness of the world for granted and then woke up, just like I did, and found out how much evil there is out there. I think many of us are stunned by the events of the last decade. Particularly the last three years. Be good to yourself. Allow yourself to feel what you feel. And try to find a really good support system. My last little tidbit would be for you to try to remember how loved you are, and love yourself as much. I send my love to you. thank you for adding so much to our lives with your beautiful writing.
It wasn't you that couldn't love enough...it was always "them" ...incapable of love and compassion...the ancient and ever-present controllers are not human...
Please please Frances, do keep writing, write more! And especially write from within your new mix of feelings, of indignation, rage, sadness and bafflement, because I have those very same feelings these days and would really cherish readings by you and anyone else with the same or similar state of 'dissident mind'. You will NOT alienate me, for sure, and I read every post on your vlog with great appetite and satisfaction.
❤️
Ah. Tis truly great to hear that I am not the only one feeling a bit messed up atm. It'll all come out in the wash, as my grannie used to say.
I believe there are millions of us (I guess 25% of the population, maybe half by now who are in opposition) who don't have words for how we feel and are baffled, more than anything because we don't know what to say, how to talk about us rejecting the jabs, of revealing our boiling rage, whether to ask our friends or family members whether they rejected too. I met a wall of silence from my grown up children after sharing my doubts and giving well documented warnings. "Don't be so negative" is like a kick in the belly from what I see as a 'tyranny of kindness'. Or false politeness. Or misguided New Age 'positivity'.
What has love to do with it?
And then I almost fall into the trap of rejecting my feelings and cover up the fact that I AM baffled and flabberghasted, and afraid of being bullied or frozen out, end up lonely, of being blocked from society. I stopped watching fake TV last autumn and now sitting mostly by myself, searching for real news and reading blogs, like yours.
❤️