The More Modern Day Prometheus

“Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.” Mary Shelley - Frankenstein

I have been meaning to write for a while, but there has been far too much of that fog, whether it is just the paralysing smog industrially pumped out by our confuser’s, or brain frog, I’m unsure.

But one thing that is apparent is that no matter what side of the fence you have rested upon over the past two years, we all have been splintered to some degree, over-stimulated to such an extent that at some point along the way we have been changed.

Whether it be through experimentation of the physical of or the psyche, never before in history have we been so aware of such great endeavours to alter our DNA or innate soul connections and intuition. Under the guise of keeping us safe and well, a global league of scientists and behavioural psychologists, performed upon us unhindered by usual ethical enquiry in `lockstep`, not in a dimly lit room but in full Hollywood style ‘lights camera action` regalia, with the false gods of celebrity regurgitating passionately a then new universal truth on subject they had no knowledge of.

Some of us lay still during the process accepting the alteration, some of us decided and managed to wriggle, duck and dive from at least the physical aspect of the operation, in exchange for that a price was paid, we lost family and friends, we were denied entry to funerals, coffee shops, sports facilities, hospitals, shops, access to travel and were subjected to the most insidious campaign of fear driven hate, I’ll never forget the righteous voices of the new humans, who casually said things like “They should be forced in to it or taken away” that's very benign example, but in some countries this did, and still does actually happen.

The propaganda of the past, that drove citizens to support unlawful wars is purely pale by comparison. And where are we now? those that loved their master, they have been abandoned, their post offices are closing, banking is now an app a Dr’s appointment a stroke of luck, and the cost of living untenable for many.

The stress on the elderly, who were ushered in to a New Normal left them desolate, abandoned, they did not have the apparatus for this new way. “They don’t care, Just want us to die” Said one old woman in earshot last year. Her name was May, she could not use banking apps, nor could she go to her local post office, it had been closed down. For one year she was waited patiently for a chiropody appointment, the neglect of basic care to her feet rendered the once active eighty -year- old now unable to walk and now being dependant on care workers to visit her thrice daily, if staffing permitted it.

The medical staff who were one revered as hero’s are now afflicted by either a disenfranchised grief or poverty, many are taking to new lands to work, either that or dismissed, or for reasons only known to them leaving the profession altogether. The Irish and English to Australia and New Zealand, the Indians and Africans to Ireland and the UK. And hefty resettlement costs are sanctioned by governments who seem not to acknowledge that staff retention would be a far more economic solution.

Over 100000 NHS workers in the UK made this evident in their refusal to be partake in the experiment, the decision to lift the compulsory medical intervention was not a win for these people but an exercise in damage limitation. It’s far easier to silence an employee who is reliant on a wage to pay rent or a mortgage, than a scorned crusading ex- employee turned citizen journalist, who exposed to real life scenarios have something of substance to say. But those who held out for the U-turn will not forget the bullying from above and the torment of their hard earned careers threatened. Acutely aware that they had been abandoned by the institution they dedicated their lives to, my guess is that their long term career goals have now been influenced, they will too be on their way before long.

Stay Home - Save the NHS. The metaphoric alter crafted by an international PR league has since crumbled, and with it the already fractured institution, Joe Bloggs has now been waiting far too long for a treatment he was promised months ago, and excess deaths are on the rise, justified by a word salad of excuses from climate change to excessive gardening. Though these could all come under the umbrella of the dormant long convid and its myriad of symptoms. And so it goes, who knows.

There’s one positive, defibrillators are now as common place as dog poo bins, so if you do happen to have a heart attack in public, you have a fighting chance, while you are waiting on an ambulance that may just arrive in time.

Ireland for a while, I am sad to say became `Salem`, random strangers would ask you if you had your medicine, to say “no I’ve not” was a declaration you were aligned with some demonic force intent on the destruction of mankind. Some employers were so concerned about their employees medical status, that it made working relationships difficult if not impossible. The staff rooms were out of bounds for those that were reluctant to join the new loyalty scheme, and the frequent coercive emails encouraged C.Vs to be hurriedly prepared and sent off indiscriminately to anyone who would read them. Despite the dread that the pattern of could or would be repeated again in another similar toxic relationship.

There are so many examples of similar negative responses it was hard not the look at it like as some mass hypnosis event, every one sounded like a mainstreem news anchorman.

Now though, it seems thanks to President Putin, there’s a little less hysteria. When Ukrainians arrived to our shores in March 22, it got easier in Ireland, the influx of refugees ironically resulted in the `papers please` system we were being subjected to, being immediately cast aside, We could open up our homes freely to our new visitors and it was at this very same time mask mandates were no longer necessary. Even the animals were to benefit, they did not have to prove vaccination for rabies and a dog licences became unnecessary. The Blue and Yellow flags, replaced the `I’ve had my vaccine` badges, and to be a great person now all you had to do was welcome a young mother and child in to your home to live with you, the amount of perforations to your upper arm no longer relevant.

What did shine like a beacon though was the sudden change of heart, and how those who previously cultured a fear based approach to the friends and family they ostracised, were now extending the hand of friendship and forgiveness. It wasn’t because the virus had disappeared, it was because a new population had appeared. Old WhatsApp groups were restored and invitations to BBQ’s and family events recommenced. Those who were not invited to sit around the table at Christmas we being brought back in to the fold, as long as they skipped joyfully through the fountains of forgetfulness en-route, as there was to be no discussion of what just had happened, it was too awkward, too painful, and besides the penny had begun to drop anyway, just like the people around them.

We were all made monsters in one way shape or form, and as daylight now illuminates our hearts with a greater understanding of how fear has shaped our actions, and courage our resolve, there remains a dividing line between the human and non-human who are despised equally by those who are now telling us that the forecast this winter will be bleak.