Let Us Lead With Love
Finding a way out of the chaos.
Four years ago, it seemed as if the world had been falling apart.
There was a global pandemic threatening the lives of millions.
The death of a black man at the hand of a white policeman was broadcast around the world.
A violent demand for racial justice erupted in the streets.
The media claimed that the violence was justified. They told us that hatred was the only way to institute change.
Kindness, compassion, friendship and kinship were replaced by fear, anger and blame.
A line was drawn in the sand.
Every person was instructed to choose a side.
Even though neither side actually made any sense.
We did as we were told. It was Trump or it was Biden. American society was ripped in half.
Today, war is fought without guns, tanks, airplanes or bombs. Driven by media propaganda, we are living through a civil war.
The war has not been given a name by any person of status, but there have been far too many casualties for it to not be a war. Death has been all around us. Death by covid? Death by hospital. Death by violence. Death by isolation. Death by neglect. Death by despair. Death by poison.
We didn’t recognize that all of the chaos around us was manufactured. We couldn’t see that we were under attack. Rather than blame the forces that aimed to destroy us, we blamed each other on the premise that those whom we once loved had chosen the wrong side. Friendships were broken. Families were broken. People who should have been loving one another were divided along political lines.
We fought against each other. In the end, for the people, nothing was gained. Those in power remained in power. The world continued to fall apart. We all suffered incredible loss.
At the time of the 2020 election I was a Trump supporter. I was a zealot, believing that the big man on the screen was the answer. The words that he said were the words that I wanted to hear. I had blind faith, and as a result, I allowed my brain to deny the obvious existence of gaping holes that were in his story.
No matter which side a person chose, it was all the same. We were searching for a way out of the chaos. We were all looking for the light. But we looked to politicians, forgetting that those guys always live in the darkness. Corruption and deceit are their chosen profession.
And the funny part is that we had already been warned. We have been told, from the beginning, that there is no earthly authority with the power to save us. The kings and the pharaohs of the earth have always been a force of deception. They have always valued power over humanity. They have never been the answer or the light.
It is four years later. It is election season, once again. When I look at media, I am presented with images of a world that is falling apart. Larger than life political personalities fill the screen, pretending that they, somehow, magically hold all of the answers. Pretending that they are our saviors.
Pretending that they have the power to lead us to the promised land.
When in reality, they hold no power whatsoever. They are puppets. They are tools. They are cogs in a system that is fueled by fear. They are the opposite of the solution.
These days, when I look at the people, I wonder why we keep falling for it, again and again and again.
To me, it all feels empty this time around. The politicians do not present us with a solution, because it is their job to manufacturer the problem. They are not the light.
They are not the answer.
The only path that leads to change is the path that is forged with love.
Not so long ago, I made a new friend. She and her husband are in the midst of building the most amazing greenhouse. The other day, I went to see what it is that they are creating. It is a geodesic dome that glows in the sunlight.
It is awesome.
The inside of the building is a vision of life. There will be fruit trees, vegetable plants and pollenating flowers. There will be bumble bees, butterflies and slow-moving garden snails. The greenhouse will be able to provide enough food for an entire community, and that is exactly what it will do.
My friend intends to build a stand where she will offer free, organic produce to anyone who wants it. She will ask for nothing in return.
She and her husband are building this structure in order to share health with their neighbors. They are building their greenhouse so that they can share life.
The politicians are not the answer, we are. It is the people who will bring humanity back to the world. It is only through loving one another that we will heal what has been torn.
Those in power want us to continue in our civil war. As long as we keep killing each other, we are doing their work for them. The hatred and the division are destroying us all, no matter which side we have chosen to support.
Let us, instead, support one another. Let us, once again, enjoy simplicity and innocence. Let us lead with love.
Love is the answer. Love is the light.
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To know the whole story, start at the beginning:
I am not a doctor, a scientist or an investigative journalist.
I am a daughter, a mom, an artist and a storyteller.
I have a story to tell about turbo cancer.
I have a story about our failed medical system
I will tell it to anyone who will listen.
On June 12, 2022, after four Pfizer injections, my very healthy mom was suddenly diagnosed with stage-IV pancreatic cancer in her left inguinal groin lymph node, B-cell lymphoma, and melanoma. Her immune system had failed completely. The fast-growing tumors spread to her bones, breaking them from the inside. She lived, suffering, until December 13.
I was her full-time caregiver.
Beginning June 11, 2023, day by day, using memories, photos, text conversations, medical records, my journal, and my mom’s journal, I chronicled the story of her disease on Facebook. I told about the progression of her illness, the failed medical response, her unimaginable pain, her experience, my experience, and how her spirit refused to be broken.
My mom represents millions of people who were deceived, intimidated or forced into receiving an injection. Her story is all of our story.
Turbo Cancer: The Beginning - June 11, 2022
On this day, last year, my mom was healthy. She ate only organic food, engaged in water aerobics daily, volunteered at the food pantry and had a rich, full, active social life.
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Dearest Kristi ,I have intended to reach out to you awhile ago but have procrastinated .I stumbled upon your substack about a month ago and started reading it - still have not read all your entries and jumped around a bit . I love your style of writing and your willingness to share from your heart . First I am so sorry what your mother had to endure in the " medical industrial complex " I am a retired RN and your story is heartbreaking --just makes me cry -- You and your mom remind me of my mother and myself -- we where very close and her personality is a lot like my moms. My mother died January 2017 - she had CHF and although the last couple of years where difficult she did not suffer and had a peaceful passing with hospice- she was 84 yrs old and lived with us her last 4 yrs . I miss her sooo much and still have spasms of grief happen spontaneously but it is different now than in the early stages - there where days it hurt not just emotionally but physically -- I remember there where times when it was even hard to chew -- I know - strange. Your writings have touched many and please know you are in my thoughts and I pray for you. I agree with what you have just written - we are certainly in dark times and and one thing I am grateful for is that my mom did not have to witness the unraveling and decline of our world . I will keep in touch - have a blessed day
Divide and conquer, it has been done for thousands of years.
Writings like yours will lead the way, keep it up, you will see!