…and pandemic terrorism.
This story is about the anatomy of deceit, which is a genre of communication used both by private citizens and famous politicians. It is about addicting people to delusions, black hat marketing, pandemic terrorism, climate fear mongering, and S&M. More importantly, it is about the massive learning value of losing your bearings and then coming back to life. Most importantly, it is about regaining your grounding after being deceived and abused and perhaps temporarily tempted away from your soul. Now you know. And you are now so strong.
A rhetorical question: What do you do when you see that a loved one is being deceived and siding with the deceiver because their senses have been temporarily overtaken? I tap into my love and pray for clarity. I tap into my strength and try not to get hurt by the expression of their temporary insanity. I pray for it to pass, serve its learning purpose, and transform into clarity, strength, and joy. I know with certainty that the universe protects the honest, and we can heal each other. I am not afraid. The most important thing, I am not afraid. I am not afraid because what I stand for is love, and love is what this universe is made of. There is literally nothing to be afraid of if you are on the side of the universe.
And now to the story.
I am going to start the arc with a very dark tale. From what I know, it really happened. There was a woman who was into BDSM. So one day she met a guy, and the guy ordered her to meet her in a desolate place. He also ordered her to bring her daughter. As she was in an altered sexual mind, in a fantasy, she was not thinking straight. She did as he told her. He was a serial killer. He killed both her and her daughter.
That story is heartbreaking and horrifying. Why did I bring it up? To highlight the importance of spotting a predator.