Several times I prematurely celebrated the end of hell, only to be psychopathed down into deeper hell. In May 2020 I celebrated the end of lockdowns, which were instantly replaced by ballgags. In March 2022 I celebrated the partial end of ballgags, which were still continued on buses. The bus ballgags ended in May 2022, then the lucite in stores ended Oct 2022.
I knew that the ballgags were still required in “health” care settings, but I didn’t need those on a daily basis.
Last month I was having what seemed to be serious tooth trouble. Aided by a timely tarot reading from Beatrix, I decided to muster up trust and courage, and went in to the dentist. Miraculously the dentist’s office was all ungagged. Fortunately the tooth trouble wasn’t serious, just dirt causing inflammation. I had been skipping the hygienist since 2018 after a botched referral resulting from the Wellness And Prevention crap. This time they seemed to understand the trust problem and stuck purely to diagnosing the exact tooth.
The receptionist told me about their own troubles with lockdown, correctly treating the state of Washington as a criminal entity. The state of Washington closed them down with no end in sight. They had to survive and pay rent and utilities without any income, and then they had to operate under ballgags for two years. She was glad to be free of the criminality for the time being, and I was glad to hear about someone else’s troubles! I’m also glad to know that they were NOT HAPPY about the crime. When all the world serves Satan in unison, it’s hard to avoid the impression that everyone is bribed and blackmailed into willing collaboration.
Part of my tooth hypochondria resulted from proactive dread of yesterday’s annual Medicare “wellness” appointment. The 2020 appointment was skipped entirely, which was fine by me. The 2021 and 2022 appointments were pure gagged hell, and I had no reason to think yesterday would be different. Their website was vague on the subject, implying that ballgags were still required for some purposes. Hell never officially ends. No more VE days or Armistice days. You can’t know the ruler’s intentions, you can only know what’s happening right now.
I brought my ballgag and walked into the building ready to put it on and strangle. Immediately found total normalcy. No signs, no screeches, no ballgags on any of the employees, no lucite, no NAZI restrictions on speech.
This situation also removed a mistrust that predated the NAZI TORTURE CAMP. For a long time my regular blood-pressure prescription was held up until I got in for the annual “Wellness” session. In any other context (including jail!) withholding a necessary prescription to enforce orders would be illegal. This year the refill came through before I showed up. Could just be a mistake, or could be a more general desire to improve trust.
It’s over, maybe for a long time. No celebration, no jinx, but still happy.
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