The COVID Illusion

Despite expressed intentions last evening, I found myself with no time to place that computer phone call I spoke of ─ once again Sandy W. is having to await some future occasion.

I neglected to mention yesterday that my order for the Master Peace liquid supplement arrived ─ I had learned of it through this video. Since six drops are to be taken sublingually twice a day, I applied that protocol and will continue to do so until my two small bottles of Make Peace are empty.

The liquid tastes sharply tart and salty, and is in fact rather pleasant. However, I find myself quickly salivating and in short order surely have the liquid diluted and mostly swallowed with the increased saliva, so I cannot believe that much was meaningfully absorbed ─ unless that absorption process happens all the way along the alimentary canal.

I am not much of a dupe, so no wishful thinking or any placebo effect is going to occur ─ if I notice nothing definitively positive over the course of taking Make Peace for the projected two months that the bottles are supposed to supply, I will definitely report the fact in a negative review.

I call 'B.S.' if an excusing attempt is made that my negativity will have been at fault. A sound therapy should be effective whether or not the recipient believes in it. Otherwise, the 'magical' supplement can only be 'positive thinking', and I have little of that at my disposal ─ I have a negative practicing outlook by nature.

After taking a second dose yesterday, I retired before 9:15 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to begin readying for one of my five-mile+ walks.

As often happens, I was awake before the alarm chimed. I checked the time at 1:20 a.m. and decided to rise then ─ I had actually just used the bathroom, managing to avoid being detected by my younger brother who was in view downstairs still watching T.V.

I had visited the toilet after hearing what was most probably my youngest stepson finishing showering and then going downstairs to the boys' den area.

I had also seen that my wife's bedroom door was shut, so I knew that she had come home at some point following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part time.

Fortunately, my brother finished with the T.V. ahead of 1:45 a.m. and came upstairs to his bedroom for the night.

My online check of the claimed temperature for hereabouts yielded 11.7° Celsius (53.06° F.), so I decided that I would wear my light denim jacket. And since it was supposedly that mild, I expected that when I stopped at an elementary school playground early into my walk for some pull-ups and chin-ups, I would be exercising without the jacket, so I only weighed myself without it on: around 188 pounds.

For once I got away especially early ─ I was on my way at 1:55 a.m. However, to some dismay I discovered that it was lightly raining and had been for some while, for all was drenched. As well, I was to find a bit of wind aggravating conditions.

Consequently, by the time I got to the school, I was absolutely not going to doff my jacket to exercise; but with it on ─ especially as it became damper from the rain ─ my overall weight would have been at least 190 pounds.

There was no hope of achieving anywhere near my target totals. Besides, my gloves allow a good hold initially, but the grip markedly loosens with each repetition. Ideally, I might be able to retain enough grip to achieve five pull-ups; but with my weight last night, that was an impossible dream.

I only managed three and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; then two chin-ups in each of the next two sets; and also two pull-ups in both of the sets using two gymnastics-style rings.

So I finished up with another set of all three of those maneuvers, but only managing one repetition in each. However, I did hold the final pull-up at peak elevation for a 15-count.

And I concluded everything with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a wet cement ramp.

Due to an increase in wind and rain after about two miles into my walk, I had to resist the temptation to do some jogging. Notwithstanding, I felt myself to be making very good time.

And most fortunately, at about the halfway point of my walk, the rain abated. I think that it anon even came to a full stop.

Note that maybe a bit better than a mile into my walk, I had passed Charles "Stickman" on the opposite side of Fraser Highway, and then I turned 'up' Quibble Creek Greenway (Google Map). I am certain he never recognized me ─ we had only once before encountered one another and had conversation.

I only recognized him due to the 'staff' he always carries as a walking stick.

Charles is homeless and has a camp somewhere in Green Timbers Urban Forest. He's a nice enough chap, but he has all the time in the world for conversation, whereas I just want to get my walk over with as quickly as I can. He actually seems desperate for conversation, despite having bizarre concepts of physics, chemistry, and spirituality. Most of what he seeks to express in those contexts is beyond my capacity to try to understand. To me, it is nonsense, and just seems delusion born of spending far, far too much time alone in his isolated forest lifestyle.

Alas, as I was on my return, I had walked a short distance past the intersection of 140th Street & Fraser Highway (Google Map) in my approach to where I had earlier seen Charles when ─ to my bewildered consternation ─ there he suddenly appeared a short distance ahead of me.

This made no sense. The sidewalk afforded me a clear view for quite some distance, yet I had failed to notice him coming my way until it had become far too late to avoid him. I must not have been as vigilant as I believed myself to be.

Or else Charles is indeed more mystical than I ascribe him to be.

Anyway, there was no escaping; and as usual, he attempted to retain my companionship by offering to take me to visit the encampment of another homeless fellow I met once early in the year. Charles was clearly eager to have my company for as long as possible.

To that end, when he determined that I was bound in the direction from which he had just come, he volunteered to walk with me a ways. We got as far as a wee bit past Whalley Boulevard (Google Map), albeit we were on the opposite side of Fraser Highway.

In my attempts to keep our discussions as grounded as possible, I asked pointed questions and learned that he first came to Surrey about 12 years ago ─ and that he had come from the Las Vegas area. He had tried there to get one or more scripts sold, whether as movie or T.V. productions, I didn't learn.

I also asked him where he had just come from before we ran into each other, and reportedly he had been to Freshslice Pizza ─ I am presuming the outlet at 9908 King George Boulevard (Google Map). If what he said is true, the business is open 24 hours a day; and it has a policy of feeding the homeless, although surely the gesture must be limited. 

So he had been there to enjoy a free slice of pizza. Actually, I now recall that he had been carrying an empty pizza box when we first met, but discarded it when he volunteered himself to walk with me. I wonder, then, if Freshslice offers more than just one slice per visit?

Maybe few homeless people know about the free slice(s) ... or maybe Charles is some sort of limited special guest. I honestly do not know.

After maybe three tries, I finally got us separated and going our respective ways. Thereafter, I hustled like heck to get home. And once I was back here approaching the locked front door, it was 4:16 a.m. It would have been considerably worse had I not 'turned on the burners'.

Oh ─ I asked Charles if he needed any money, and gave him a $10 bill that I had in my wallet. He had not asked me for anything.

I hope that it wasn't any later than 5:30 a.m. when I returned to bed ─ I think that it might have been earlier.

My morning began well before 8:30 a.m. ─ I rose just before my brother finished a shower and emerged from his bedroom.

After we got together for some T.V., around 9:10 a.m. I put our Android TV Box to work and tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's fairly short (28:11) video from yesterday: Proof They Want To Chip Us But In UNITY We Can Stop It.

Plain as day documented policy study out of the EU shows their desire to chip us humans. I will read out the policy document as well as thoughts written by a lawyer. They admit they will need to get around current human rights laws or make it a "National security" scare. By sharing this policy study and showing family and friends this has been their plan since at LEAST 2017, then the masses may be less likely to be fooled that some new "fake organic event" forced us into being chipped for our own good.

Next was a shorter than usual (1:04:51) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's TheLastAmericanVagabond channel: Dr. David Martin Interview - The COVID Illusion & The Criminal World Health Organization Driving It.

Joining me today is Dr. David Martin, here to discuss his work on the topic of COVID-19 and the criminal organizations that have used its illusion in an attempt to subjugate the world population. We discuss his recent powerful presentation on the WHO and it's involvement in not only manufacturing the COVID-19 illusion, but previous pandemic scares as well -- equally based on a mixture of hype, illusion, and engineered illness. We also discuss his coverage of previous government patents that outline the work building up to the execution of this illusion. And as usual, Dr. Martin does not just make allegations, he makes accusations, while holding the receipts.

All Video Source Links Can Be Found Here At The Last American Vagabond: https://www.thelastamericanvagabond.com/dr-david-martin-interview-9-26-23

This video became powerful when Dr. Martin (not a medical doctor) began to define what he believed concerning the so-called disease and its transmissibility ─ this was almost priceless!

We tackled a third video, but it ran overlong for my brother, so we suspended watching the remainder until probably tomorrow ─ I will report on it then.

The day has been heavily overcast, and the latter afternoon and early evening thus far have had much light rain. The walk I have planned for the a.m. tonight is probably going to be similar to last night's where weather is concerned, but I will wear a heavier denim jacket.

My wife went out around midday to probably do some shopping, but she has otherwise been home. My brother of course left in the early afternoon to engage his daily socializing.

I'm in the mood for a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt and some T.V. before I have some of my wife's cooking for supper.

Incidentally, my monthly pension income was deposited today, so I transferred it from our joint account into my private account where it will be safe from her predation when the casino gambling fever next takes her over.

More tomorrow, if I am able.