This article is actually funny, true, and a bit sad.. :-) I concur with her diagnosis. We've been emotionally played by a well orchestrated team of mind benders.
The reality is, the illusions 'felt' real. See that? It was an orchestrated illusion. A psyop. A masterfully coordinated pile of heaping $hit to play on your emotions, wear you down, strip you of your identity, make you feel crazy, and get you to submit. NEVER, EVER, SUBMIT....
By Corey Lynn
July 1, 2021 / 20 Comments
For those wondering, I do not have a college degree, by choice. I did accumulate over 100 credit hours just for fun. I never saw the point in investing one’s time, energy, and money in learning things I either cared nothing about or knew was a bunch of bull. Many of the courses I enjoyed were art-related, but there was one subject that always intrigued me – human behavior and psychology. I’ll never forget standing in front of the podium and giving a speech on the report I did on multiple personality disorder. Being in the spotlight was never my thing, so remembering the sheer terror that ran through me is hard to forget. I remember the beginning, the ending, and the A+, but everything in between is a bit fuzzy because I was so focussed on breathing. Looking back, that report could have been written about all of America as a whole.
Multiple personality disorder isn’t anything to joke about, as it’s a serious condition people suffer from, but if you’ll allow me a little leeway on the sarcasm, and follow along, I think you’ll conclude that I’m on to something.
It began so innocently… a meme here, a meme there, a meme everywhere! Some made you laugh, some were based in fact, some were utter disinfo, some were downright crude, and others could make a grown man cry. Next thing you know, everyone is being told they are racists, fascists, white supremacists, deplorables, or had the new TDS syndrome. There were extreme leftists and extreme rights, socialists, marxists and communists, and don’t forget about the terrorists.
Then, the crushing pronouns came into play, and suddenly people were identifying as eagles and purple plums, thems and non-binaries, which Reader’s Digest says is an important term to understand. Men in high heels and dresses were coloring their hair blue, propping up their bosoms, and reading stories to children while encouraging them to hit the runway in drag. On any given day we could witness an Antifa male terrorist in a skirt, spreading his legs for cops who were ordered to stand down. Thankfully they weren’t ordered to get on their knees, though some did that for BLM. Those that were hauled in, were eager to get their mugshot so they could show off just how degenderized they had become before being released to the streets once again. I’m still debating whether that was a science experiment, paid actors or drug addicts, or good old fashioned MKUltra. Oh gosh, conspiracies… oh so many conspiracies… that came true.
Churches were being burned, and Christians were rightfully irate, but many began judging anyone who dared say the words “spiritual” or “energy” (watch the comments flow in). The Satanists were distraught over their satanic sculptures being moved. Movies were made to prop up Satanists as a welcomed religion, to further push their agenda. It was right up there with Netflix’s Cuties, which exploited 11-year-old girls to shake their booties and grab their crotches. In fact, the Satanists probably had a front row seat, and they rolled out the red carpet for them… only in Hollywood.
Hollywood quickly became the laughing stock, and some of them were the first to split personalities, but then again… some of them were paid to do that, just to kick the psyops further down the road. The pedophiles were being exposed by all personalities, left, right, binary, non-binary (look it up in Reader’s Digest), and child traffickers were being swooped up by the dozens. But, when the engineered virus hit, the pedophiles and felons were released from their cages, and those that weren’t may just get a vote in the next election, if there is one.
Everyone of every color were suddenly sporting masks, and not the cool kind like the Lone Ranger wears… these were full face masks… the best kind for robbing banks. It cut a trail of fashion at a pace never seen before. Musicians finally found their identity. Madonna even had her crew fashioned with gas masks while New York burned to the ground, in a fancy show she put on not long before the engineered virus struck. Gosh, the coincidences.
While parents were dressing their little girls as boys and little boys as girls because they were told to help them be “gender neutral,” classrooms were teaching them how to masturbate, and legislators were applauding themselves for full-term abortions so the little ones couldn’t even make it into the classroom. Children were soon swapping their little designer masks in class, trying to make the best of their enslavement, while trying to understand whether they are supposed to hate white people or black people. Meanwhile in Pennsylvania, twelve-year-olds are deciding amongst themselves if it would be cool or not cool to get injected by poison, because legislatures think the state should have more rights over a child than their own parent. But don’t worry, the CDC had a meeting, and determined that children and young adults should still get the injection after finding it was causing myocarditis and peridcarditis, and the FDA’s going to slip in a warning on Moderna and Pfizer’s fact sheets that are handed out to… no one, before getting the jab.
A geriatric became president under false pretense, so they built a wall around him, while his wife delivered cookies to the National Guard. Not even Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory lived up to this display. Maybe she will bake up a batch of cookies for the military while they sit through their critical race theory training, and get the white beat out of them. Or who knows, by the end of the month, half of them may become he/shes, or even thems. Half the people are so confused, they believe the propaganda that we are at war with China, when we are in bed with China. So if the military can’t stand up to critical race theory brainwashing, they’ll just march alongside China, and they’ll all get along just fine.
At this point, everyone felt like they were having a bad acid trip. But the story continues…
The exhaustion began to set in and people contemplated whether this was like an episode of the Twilight Zone, The Walking Dead, or The Apocalypse, though some fantasized about alien invasions. Time Magazine went with the zombie apocalypse, so I guess no one got a say in that matter. I personally preferred the Twilight Zone version, and often played the Twilight Zone by Golden Earring at 2am when I would be up late working on a report. It really got me energized. “Yeah there’s a storm on the loose, sirens in my head, wrapped up in silence, all circuits are dead, cannot decode, my whole life spins into a frenzy.”
Some folks were so burdened by fear, they gave up on bothering to take their mask off, and drove with it on, biked, and some probably even had sex with it on, because they were told to do so. Some even wore multiple masks because little man told them it was a good idea… as they followed his authority right off a cliff. Others were terrified by the world coming to an end… not from the virus, but from climate change. They agreed that we should just kill all the cows to prevent the farts, give up our vehicles, to heck with fossil fuels, in fact… they just want the government to have it all because it’s too much to be responsible for and too difficult to be self reliant. The World Economic Forum did tell them that “you’ll own nothing, and you’ll be happy,” and like E.F. Hutton – when WEF talks, people listen. Not.
Once the jab came, it was game over. All the crazy came to a screeching halt, and it was full on non-scientific lie after lie after lie, in a serious downturn of rage, fear, and confusion. It shattered businesses, relationships, lives, and souls. It was the sword of death, a toss of a coin, an experimental gamble. Everyone was affected because everyone knows someone who got the jab. The division previously constructed of twisted identities, didn’t hold a candle to this masterpiece. Worry fell over everyone, and everyone fell over worry. The grand culmination of every personality resurrected from the ashes, sat heavy like stone. A somberness filled the air while people grasped for what identity they’ve maintained through the insanity. The good news is, Mastercard understands the pain you are suffering with your identity crisis, so under their new ‘True Name’, they are allowing everyone to choose whatever name they identify with, to put on their card. I think everyone should get cards under the name of God. That’s just my personal opinion, and I’m being totally serious.
I think it goes without saying that all of my non-degreed colleagues out there, and even those with degrees, would concur that America has a serious multiple personality disorder conundrum, and continues to split with each month that passes. This is a problem, and I don’t think a prescription, or even a psychologist is going to solve it, though many people might want to consider speaking with one for good measure.
If someone were to sit with a psychologist and review the list of traumas they’ve endured, witnessed, or partaken in, a psychologist would likely respond with, “you have experienced a lot of traumatic events and it is perfectly normal to feel fuc*ing insane right now, my dear. Here, have a Xanax.”
The reality is, the illusions felt real. See that? It was an orchestrated illusion. A psyop. A masterfully coordinated pile of heaping $hit to play on your emotions, wear you down, strip you of your identity, make you feel crazy, and get you to submit. NEVER, EVER, SUBMIT. When you feel like you are sliding, just put on the Twilight Zone and dance around your living room. That’s right, let it all out. Let yourself feel a little crazy without actually going crazy. Acknowledge that you are in fact in the Twilight Zone, but we are all along for the ride with you.
Wait up, hold on… just so we’re all clear, I’m not suggesting that EVERYTHING was an illusion. Clearly that is not the case. Gosh, if a shrink said that, they could really cause a setback in treatment. Let me explain… when evil plays on your emotions, intentionally stirs the pot, creates a false sense of division, fabricates narratives, lies, deceives, and manipulates minds, it creates the illusion that everything is as they say it is, when in fact it’s not.
When people all around you are doing crazy things, saying crazy things, and acting completely crazy, the crazy is going to begin to wear off on others. Some might even be enticed to try the crazy on, with their new sparkly mask and stockings. So what’s happened, is America has developed multiple personality disorder by the thousands – lost identities. Some had to check out – fight or flight resulted in complete fantasy land and they are still flying. Some became so angry, confused, and disoriented, they believe the only resolution is to argue relentlessly until they’ve severed themselves into so many personalities they can’t find their way back. And some are in a constant state of depression and/or anxiety and prefer to remain in a state of fear, rather than dancing to the Twilight Zone.
Take three deep breaths and repeat after me,
“I am not insane. The conspiracies were real, and most people’s reactions to them were disproportionately irrational, over dramatic, and some people lost their damn minds… some, their identity. I will not allow myself to slip down that mudslide. I know who I am, and the parts of me that chipped off along the way, will gather themselves up and reassemble for my best and highest good. I have been on a hell of a roller coaster ride, only now I can see the turns coming before we reach them. I see their game. I see through their illusions, and God is on my side. I will unite with others and we will fight against this tyranny. We will never submit. We will outsmart and outheart this demonic species that holds no true power over us. I will not allow myself to be manipulated, oppressed, demeaned, or enslaved, and when I’m feeling a bit off from this strange place I find myself in, I will simply dance… to the Twilight Zone.”
Dance with me…