Seeing videos and social media posts of people after they have been jabbed, there is clearly some kind of elation to going through the process and coming out safely afterwards. It’s as if people KNOW there is a risk and at some level actually get a buzz from it.

Could this in fact be precisely WHY some people do it?

In fact they’d have to be completely brain dead not to recognise there might be  some danger in taking an experimental injection. Let’s face it, the history of medical innovation is a catalogue of deadly mistakes. So, it’s kind of obvious there must be risks.

There seem to be all the elements of the tribal rite of passage here, and this may be part of the cynical brilliance of the psychology. There is the uncertainty; the need to be accepted as a more mature member of the group; the trial by fire or other test of character, that must inevitably involve some kind of danger. Then afterwards the relief! The accomplishment! They get to post what a hero they are, with thanks to all who helped. They will never be the same again.

And something changes within them. You can tell when you meet them, they’ve rolled up. Several times I have found myself saying “what – you too?”, before they even said a word. Like when teenagers become adults, and you just know. Everybody treats them differently. Something changes that can’t be seen or heard, but you know.

I worked in adventure sports for a long time, and I saw the same process of anticipation, trial by danger, and passage to elation, in those who jumped out of a plane for the first time. Even a relative noob to parachuting can tell who has jumped and who is a whuffo. Yes, “whuffo” is actually a word in the skydiver lexicon.

Having passed the test they had proved themselves fit to wear the tee-shirts, and shared some sort of bond with the real men and women who went before them. They no longer have to wonder if they are made of the right stuff.

Various tribal societies have their rituals where the male teenagers go off into the wilderness, led by older males. One imagines it always involves mud, fire, wild animals, toxic plants and sharp objects. And when they return home afterwards, the boys are men, they are changed forever. The young women have their own versions, all top secret as well, of course.

No doubt from time to time some poor teenager drinks too much psychedelic juice or gets trampled by a wild animal, and doesn’t come back. And so our modern society seeks to “protect” us from these “primitive” rituals. But the need is still within us, and so modern man has come up with all kinds of manufactured challenges and pre-packaged adventures to take their place. After all, we all have a basic need to find out what we are made of, and to show others.

And many of these artificial rites of passage serve as distractions from very real challenges that are right under our noses. Perhaps we can take the grave threat of a depopulation agenda, and flip it around; tell ourselves the little challenge offered in the needle it is actually a risk we must take to achieve our true place in society; and thereby also save society?

Framing the problem the other way around – as literally a diabolical plan to rid the earth of billions of “useless eaters” – is to create such a vast problem as to overwhelm many of our strongest and most cynical and leave them gibbering. The choice is: take the shot, do your part, shoulder to shoulder with millions of others. Or reject the shot, face Goliath alone.

I meet so many otherwise logical and sceptical people who have gone against their better judgement, and rolled up their sleeves. And the reasons they give range from the illogical to the truly twisted and bizarre.

I’ve done my fair share of jumping out of aeroplanes, and I’ve also seen what happens when it goes wrong. Maybe I’ve already gotten this out of my system. I just don’t need this anymore. I also can’t lie to myself that the people in government, media and pharma framing the crisis and the solution really can be trusted.

So there is another truth about rites of passage: they are never ending. Becoming a man (or a woman) leads on to becoming an elder. And learning to face challenges leads on to needing to accept the challenge even when the odds are grim, because the price of giving in without a struggle is far greater even than death itself.

Given that we are experiencing the most sophisticated and ambitious psy-op ever known, it is hard to imagine that the perpetrators aren’t at least aware of the power of danger as an incentive to the extraordinary.

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Disclaimer: not medical advice.