💥NEW: @chamath on LA Mayor Election: “I’m for mathematical and statistical literacy. And what happened here is mathematically and statistically IMPOSSIBLE … I can tell you the statistical odds that this would have happened — and it’s one in a trillion!”
David Sacks on LA election: "The media — instead of trying to demand answers and demand accountability — is trying to cover up and say, ‘Nothing wrong happened here.’ It’s unbelievable! It’s outrageous!"
As someone who’s been singing the National Anthem at rodeo events for over 20 years, I’ll just say….
There’s a way it was intended to be sung, without your own spin. This was 💯the way! Bravo!
SHOCKING: Dr. Aseem Malhotra testifies about MASSIVE truth bombs on mRNA vaccine harms, scientific corruption, and the betrayal of public trust.
“I have called for a MORATORIUM on these UNSAFE and DEFECTIVE products…there is SERIOUS HARM…”
THIS IS WHAT BRAVERY LOOKS LIKE…
We have been conditioned to believe healing is something administered to us by institutions.
That it arrives in a vial or a prescription or a waiting room. But the old tradition understood something the modern world has buried, that the body is designed to commune with creation, that the angels of air and light and living water are not primitive superstition but the first medicine, the original covenant between the human temple and the God who designed it.
“Seek therefore the great angels of the Earthly Mother, air, water, sunlight, and the living earth. They wait for you always. They do not refuse the broken. They do not turn away the weary.”
I cannot always do much. Some days the body allows very little.
And you know I am preaching about the sun over and over again because I can’t fathom how people think they can be healthy by avoiding the sun and outdoors.
The sun is toxic is one of the biggest lies of centralised medicine.
But even on the hardest days I try to find the sun. To let the air move across my skin. To put my hand against the earth and remember that I am part of something that was here long before pharmaceutical boardrooms and long before the decisions that changed my life forever.
That remembering is medicine.
That return is resistance.
“Consider how the wildflowers grow. They do not labour or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendour was dressed like one of these.” — Luke 12:27
If God clothes the grass with that much care, how much more does He tend to you.
You who are fighting. You who are still here.
Go find the light today, the light outside, and the Light within.
They are the same light.
May God Bless you.
And Peace be with you.
When the medical system had nothing left to offer me, no answers, no pathways, no honest acknowledgement of what had been done, I was left standing at the edge of something I could not name.
Not quite despair. Something older than despair.
And it was there, in that hollow place, that I heard something I had perhaps always known but never needed so desperately before.
Go outside. Emerge with Nature.
Not as metaphor. Not as wellness advice. As survival.
“Seek the fresh air of the forest and of the fields, and there in the midst of them shall you find the angel of air. Put off your shoes and your clothing and suffer the angel of air to embrace all your body. Then breathe long and deeply, that the angel of air may be brought within you.”
I want to be honest with you about what progressive neurodegenerative disease looks like on the days the world cannot see. The exhaustion that has no bottom. The inflammation that lives in the bones. The Dysautonomia a nervous system so dysregulated it treats ordinary morning light like a threat. I have known what it is to lie still and wonder whether the body has any desire left to continue.
And I have also known what it is to feel the sun land on skin that had been indoors too long, and feel something ancient in the cells respond.
That is not poetry. That is biology.
Sunlight triggers mitochondrial function. It synthesises vitamin D, which governs immune response, neurological health, and inflammatory regulation. Grounding, bare feet on earth, skin against soil, has been shown to reduce cortisol, calm the autonomic nervous system, and lower the very inflammatory markers that are silently destroying the vaccine injured from within. The angel of earth is not a metaphor to be smiled at politely. It is a mechanism. It is real.
But it is also more than that.
Because there is something that happens when you place a broken body into creation and simply allow yourself to be held by it, something that no clinical trial will ever fully measure.
“The angel of sunlight shall cast out from your body all evil, all that is dark and unclean. For the sunlight is the breath of God made visible, and in it dwells the healing of all nations.”
Jesus said: “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” — John 8:12
I have sat with those words in the early morning, with the first light coming through the trees, and understood them in a way that no theology ever quite gave me. The Light of the world did not come to illuminate only scripture. He came to illuminate everything, the body, the nervous system, the shadow, consciousness, the grief-saturated cells of the vaccine injured who have been told their suffering is not real.
He sees it. Every cell of it. Every invisible symptom. Every dismissal. Every morning that required more courage than most people will ever understand.
And He is present in the light that reaches you through the leaves.
“As above, so below. As the sun warms the earth and calls forth life from the soil, so the Son warms the spirit and calls forth life from all that has grown cold within you.”
When the medical system failed us and it did fail me, completely and without apology, God and nature did not. The earth did not close its door. The air did not send me away with a pamphlet and a referral to a specialist who would not believe me either. The sunlight did not require a diagnosis before it decided I was worthy of warmth.
There is a profound teaching hidden inside that.
Carl Jung warned us in 1957 that entire civilizations could lose their minds.
Not metaphorically. Psychologically. Collectively. With the same clinical precision that describes an individual psychotic break.
He called it mass psychosis. And he described exactly what happened in 2020.
Jung had watched it before. He lived through two world wars. He watched educated, cultured, civilized societies collapse into collective delusion with terrifying speed. And he spent the rest of his life trying to understand the mechanism.
His conclusion was uncomfortable.
The same unconscious forces that operate in the individual, fear, shadow, projection, the desperate need for certainty, operate in collectives. And in collectives, they are amplified. Stripped of the moderating influence of individual reflection. Accelerated by contagion. Made nearly irresistible by the sheer weight of unanimous agreement.
Mass psychosis doesn’t announce itself.
It feels, from the inside, like clarity. Like finally seeing what was always true. Like joining the right side of history at exactly the right moment.
Now look at 2020.
The speed was the first signal. Within weeks, positions that had never been seriously held became unquestionable orthodoxy. Dissent became not merely wrong but dangerous. The people who questioned weren’t disagreeing, they were threatening.
That intensity is diagnostic. Rational disagreement doesn’t produce that kind of rage. Shadow projection does.
The unvaccinated, the skeptics, the physicians who questioned, they weren’t just wrong in the eyes of the collective. They were contaminated.
Morally impure. Vectors of something deeper than a virus.
Jung would have recognized it immediately.
The collective was projecting its own terror, of death, of uncertainty, of uncontrollable reality, onto a designated out-group. And in doing so, it felt unified. Righteous. Momentarily relieved of the unbearable anxiety of not knowing.
The medical profession was not outside the psychosis. It was, in many cases, its institutional voice.
Jung’s antidote was never comfortable.
It required the individual to withdraw from the collective current. To stand still while the tide pulled. To ask, genuinely, without the answer already decided, what am I actually feeling, and is any of this mine?
Individuation, he called it. The hardest psychological work a human being can do.
It was hard in 1957.
It was almost impossible in 2020.
But it was never more necessary.
There’s a generation a lot of people forget exists. We were born at the tail end of the Boomers, but we are not culturally the same as people born in the 40s and early 50s. We are Generation Jones.
And honestly, it explains a lot.
We grew up in a world that still felt fundamentally analog, but we were young enough to be dragged headfirst into the digital revolution. We are the bridge generation between rotary phones and smartphones, between slide rules and AI, between Walter Cronkite and algorithm driven media.
We remember when there were only a few television channels and the entire country watched the same thing at the same time. We also adapted to the internet, email, forums, social media, streaming and now artificial intelligence. We lived before and after the technological singularity hit everyday life.
That is not a small thing.
People born in the 40s came of age in a post World War II America that was still industrial, deeply hierarchical and institutionally stable. Their formative years were shaped by the Cold War, Vietnam, the civil rights era and a society where information moved slowly.
Generation Jones came later. We inherited the aftermath of all of that.
We were the kids who watched Watergate destroy blind trust in government. We watched manufacturing begin to collapse. We saw divorce rates explode. We were the first truly latchkey generation in massive numbers. We learned independence early because many of us had to.
We grew up with one foot in old America and one foot in whatever this new thing was becoming.
We played outside until the streetlights came on but we also learned DOS commands. We learned cursive and keyboarding. We had card catalogs and Google searches. We went from vinyl records to cassette tapes to CDs to MP3s to streaming in one lifetime.
We remember maps. We remember memorizing phone numbers. We remember life before GPS and before every human interaction became filtered through a screen.
And because of that, I think Generation Jones developed a very unique perspective. We are adaptable because we had no choice but to adapt. We learned technology as adults instead of being born into it. We remember a slower world but were forced to survive in a rapidly accelerating one.
That creates a very different mindset than either older Boomers or younger Gen X and Millennials.
A lot of us also reject the caricature people now associate with “Boomers.” We were not buying houses for the cost of a sandwich in 1965. The interest rate on my first house was over 14% and that was after buying down a point. Many of us got hit by recessions, outsourcing, pension collapses and economic instability just like younger generations did. We watched promises evaporate in real time.
We understand older generations because we were raised by them. We understand younger generations because we had to evolve alongside them.
That’s why the Jones generation often feels culturally homeless. We are rarely discussed, rarely defined and usually lumped into categories that don’t actually fit us.
But we exist.
We are the human transition point between the industrial age and the digital age.
And frankly, there will probably never be another generation quite like us again.
@KennyCarmody I’ve often thought it (pushing through the cognitive dissonance) was akin to a homeless junkie trying to get sober. For someone living on the streets and in flop houses, they’re walking away from the only friends and family they’ve ever known.
@KennyCarmody Pushing through the terror of cognitive dissonance is paralyzing; it keeps the sleepers asleep. I remember that feeling. What makes that worse is, for many the price of pushing through means losing family, friends, a spouse, a career …