Catherine, Princess Di of Chemotrails

The truth can be in two places at once

F. Scott Fitzgerald famously wrote: “The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.”

Never has this thought been tested more than in the last four years.

On Saturday, a bit of ye olde pomp and circumstance called Trooping the Colour took place in London. According to Wikipedia: Trooping the Colour is a ceremonial event performed every year on Horse Guards Parade by regiments of Household Division, to celebrate the official birthday of the British sovereign. It is also known as the Sovereign's Birthday Parade.

As the day dragged on, pregnant grey clouds broke their waters; soaking the well-wishers. The King was the colour of a chainsmoker’s front room; and Catherine, the Princess of Wales, looked like a monochrome ironing board.

If nothing else, it was surely an excellent visual metaphor for the state of the nation’s spiritual health.

I didn’t watch it, mind you; I saw clips on the few remaining social media platforms I’m still just about clinging to. Let me tell you, I have never been more thankful not to be on the website formerly known as Twitter. I can just imagine the hours I might have spent looking at memes claiming Catherine was actually the ghost of Princess Di in a long, brunette wig.

I have been thinking a great deal about how to navigate these fucking weird times. Millions of us have woken as if from a deep sleep. Some of us have had at least one eye open most of our lives, and even then it has taken an enormous toll because to be truly independent of thought is incredibly lonely. You can sometimes feel like an outsider, even in your own tribe.

In the last 7 months, both Catherine, Princess of Wales and King Charles have been diagnosed with cancer. One school of thought - which some subscribe to – is that neither of them has actually got cancer. The theory is that it’s part of a propaganda exercise for the new cancer ‘vaccine’, which was announced not long after the news that cancer had struck not one, but two members of the House of Windsor. To paraphrase Oscar Wilde: “To have one royal diagnosed with cancer may be regarded as a misfortune; to have two looks like carelessness.”

In his brilliant play, Lady Windemere’s Fan, Wilde also wrote “In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.” For two or more years, I have been praying a bittersweet prayer that the tsunami of observable evidence, that the coerced, experimental Covid-19 ‘vaccines’ are injuring and killing people, would finally wake the brainwashed population from their complacency.

I never once imagined that the smoking gun of the vaccine injuries, which include *turbo cancer, might have a royal crest painted on its bullet.

Put it this way, if the theory that neither Catherine nor Charles had the ‘vaccines’ is pushed hard, then it makes the job of calling for justice for those that have been diagnosed with unusually fast-developing cancers post-vaccine virtually impossible. Regardless of the conveniently timed cancer vaccine – which is clearly more of the same Gates-sponsored experimentation – this is not something we as truth-seekers should treat as if it’s a unilateral fait accompli.

Are we in danger of allowing cynicism to destroy reason?

There’s a prevailing theory that none of the top royals or politicians would have been given the injections. This is where my opinion diverges. I don’t think the evil psychopaths behind the Covid-19 injections gave a solitary fuck who took them. In fact, I would go so far as to say that such was the cult-like fervour about this novel technology, that the dizzy, deluded royals would absolutely have bought into it. I mean, look at what our sausage-fingered King believes in terms of the Net Zero insanity.

Talking of the Climate™️ nonsense, there is a strange thing happening. I’ve seen posts suggesting that the changes in climate are only caused by deliberate human intervention eg chemtrails, cloud seeding etc. In other words, it’s tipping over into the idea that even the natural cycles of solar activity is irrelevant to the earth’s climate. I ask you, is the sun, the giver of life (and vitamin D), a PSYOP now?

Who knows? These are just my uncensored opinions.

At the start of this piece, I used the first part of an F. Scott Fitzgerald quote, which, importantly, ends thus: “One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless yet be determined to make them otherwise.”

Satan’s favourite game is creating hopelessness in the human heart, and encouraging us to give up on everything good, beautiful and true.

We must never let him win.

*The propagandist turbo cancer Wikipedia page that, despite plenty of evidence to the contrary, dismisses those that even question the link between mRNA ‘vaccines’ and fast-developing cancers.

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