Corona Conspiracy Theory? Just A Thought That Ran Across My Mind

On the news they’ve mentioned Donald Trump and his crew not wearing any masks during this pandemic. The excuse I heard was that they all were supposed to have been tested for Corona Virus and all of them tested negative.

So, in other words, they don’t feel the need to wear masks as they’ve directed, and have been directed to do, just like everyone else has been advised to do.

I heard today, vice president Pence was caught not wearing a mask and his excuse was the same as Trump’s and their crew-because he also tested negative.

It seems to me that even though Corona Virus is said to have possibly developed from infected animals in China (according to the news/media) these politicians (Trump/Pence and others who are involved) give me the impression that the disease was especially planned out and put into operation and they all may have been injected or protected with something in which makes them all immune from catching the Corona Virus.

I’m not saying that I am absolutely right, However, it is a genuine thought that has crossed my mind.

Nevertheless, the universe is in control and as I’ve said before this circumstance of Corona Virus will all eventually come to pass. This is going on for a reason, better changes are in fruition and celestial revelations are manifested to those who are inclined.

We in particular receive the messages through our inner voice of spirit.

 

Keep The Faith And The Faith Will Keep You

 

This social distancing isn’t really any sort of inconvenience for me considering the fact that I was already living within those similar circumstances as far as keeping to myself and being precautionarily hygienic.

This Corona virus shit doesn’t scare me one bit; it doesn’t at all stop me from wanting to go out to work or to take care of my business. At the same time, I would never want to pose any possible risk toward any of my loved ones, yet I’m just not personally nervous or fearful about this current global situation. It has no impact on what’s going on in my life.

Everything is still normal for me at this worldly time of challenge. As a spiritual person I am here within physical form, of course, but not of or affected by any of it.

This is going on; the situation is here, it’s happening for a reason; it is tragic for some, it is a spiritual message and epiphany for some, and it is also a moment of hold up for some.

No matter whatever is gained or loss from this it will all surely come to pass in due time. Meanwhile, I continue to keep aware, and I continue to keep naturally pushing on.

Corona Virus

 

It’s sad that it took this Covid-19 virus to wake people up about being clean and thoroughly hygienic amongst themselves as well as in social settings.

Buses and trains should have already been getting disinfected on a regular basis.

I had practiced handwashing and cautious social contact within my natural daily living all throughout my early childhood on up. When I worked in retail, I use to wear gloves as a rule and as a method of common sense.

Ignorant people use to laugh at me for my so called “germophobic” ways; smart people use to praise me. Now many are trying to adapt to a mode of hygienic precaution.

Eventually this will all come to pass just like everything else in life. The universe speaks within so many ways and particular occurrences happen for a reason. I haven’t been worried at all about this Covid-19. It is a sign of the times and an unfortunate effect of the intangible impacts on nature. More people need to wake up in general.

While I do understand the gravity of this pandemic situation people have blown things way out of proportion.

There is no excuse for the manner in which people have panicked and bought out all of the toilet paper, paper towels, alcohol, and other specific items. The supermarket shelves are ridiculously abandoned of certain foods as well.

I remember how ignorant people were during and at the end of the year 1999, buying up all of the bottled water, and etc… If the world were to had come to an end at the beginning of 2000, I’m pretty sure buying out everything from the stores would have just been a complete waste of time.

 

A Few Comments And A Response To My Not Just Blowing Smoke Post

file000356401999Excerpt From “Not Just Blowing Smoke Post”

So as my associate and I went on with our talking and speaking about the specific and various topics regarding social issues, the world, and life altogether, we came upon the subject of how the male and female roles within our society are generally often bias.

The girl who’s name was Tiani stated “It all starts within the home”.

And though she did have a significant point as many do live what they grow up within and around I had another point of view to infer.

“Everybody who lived in my home either smoked or drank. My aunt and uncle did hard drugs. I never did any of those things”, I told her, imparting how society itself can lend a hand and also play a big part of the influencing when it came to the personal or psychological development within some people, and what may entice their perspectives and behavior.

“Well, everybody isn’t as strong as you are”, Tiani had told me back in return.

I never at all thought back then that in not being affected by the things that were going on around me had anything to do with strength. I hadn’t analyzed the concept or even gave it much thought because my mind did not think like the average human being.

To me, things of that nature seemed beneath the tides of strength because in my opinion I could not have even imagined being tempted do to something that I deemed as either disgusting, having no basis, or as serving no purpose.

My mother had verified though that not easily being influenced and not doing certain things that are considered unnecessary and negative to one’s state of existence indeed had to do with being strong within the mind.

I understand that smoking is a habit “to” and that it comes as a habit “for” a lot of people. A very nasty habit that appears to be very hard for many to conquer and to overcome. I do not at all personally knock anyone who likes to smoke or who just cannot help from smoking due to the addictive and hazardous effects of the nicotine as well as the tar (the toxic chemicals) and the other unhealthy additives.

Yet cigarette smoking is something that I hate to be around and something that I do not understand. To me it is such a silly act (inhaling then exhaling repulsive garbage and fumes) that contributes to the spoiling and to the ruining of one’s body, health, and well-being.

My grandmother was an alcoholic and a smoker and died from a form of lung cancer because her lifestyle made her vulnerable to the evils and negative energies and backlashes that were able to snuff out her life.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
10th Aug 2013 (#)

I don’t smoke or drink but know smoking brings fluid collection in the lungs as well as nicotine dependency and poisoning of the body as a whole. Not to mention the smell on clothes smoking breaks, changes in voice etc. Not my cup of tea.Goodluck about going up in smoke….

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author avatar carolford
26th Oct 2013 (#)

Your associate may have been right about it “starting in the home”. How we are brought up and what is going on in a childs home has a great deal to do with how they grow up, what they like and do not like and what they will and will not do later in life.

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author avatar LaToya
28th Oct 2013 (#)

True to a certain extent, It all depends on how easily influenced a person is. I still say that it all depends on the individual since I personally always had a very strong mind of my own with my own personal perspective and train of thought. I never copied or adopted any type of lifestyle, habit, and mentality purely just by observing what I saw in others, grew up around, or lived with. Circumstances do sometimes make us what we are but also gives us the opportunity to learn by, analyze, discover, and grow from. To each his or her own and I do know that for a fact.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

When You Become Targeted By The Crafty Ways Of A Liar

Hello everyone. As most who read my blog already know, I am a clairvoyant who was born with the caul “veil”. And people like myself are very sensitive spiritually as psychic ability opens us up into awareness to every and all things of the universe and the energies in which surrounds us and the atmosphere.

Having true knowledge, wisdom, and particular insights, I have always been ahead of my time and a target for jealous and resentful people who despise me for stating the facts, whatever the subject may be that is at hand.

It is very wise to question and thoroughly analyze what is brought to us in this society especially when experience contradicts what is supposedly set forth as truth.

When you challenge people who consider themselves as authority figures simply because of their job titles and/or social status they often tend to retaliate against you and set out to ruin your credibility.

They are very insecure and need to gather others in an attempt to validate themselves and to aid them in taking down their target by devious, malevolent strategies.

When people in particular who maintain to hold upon individuals with a certain level of knowledge and information, to keep them under influence and order, and someone else comes along distributing examples to investigate they automatically lose their powers of persuasion.

For two days straight I’ve had a very negative feeling in the pit of my stomach due to a lady by the name of Helena Fortissima (an anesthesiologist who resigned from her position) who is trying her best in vain to destroy my credibility and the genuineness of my knowledge.

Helena is making a terrible fool of herself, however she cannot see it. She is a very disturbed individual. This woman does not know what she has gotten herself into. Trying to take down me-a caulbearer-helena definitely needs to check herself.

Before I go into further detail I just want to acknowledge that this is a personal attack against me by those who look for any small opportunity with no legitimate basis, then manipulate the situation by turning and twisting things around to completely outright lying just to serve their conspired purpose.

I was never even worried about this nonsense, never gave this a second thought. I never do in a silly situation regarding trash.

Nevertheless, I woke up again this morning feeling Helena’s negativity and fixation on me and my spirit led me to write this post. Urging me to clue people on, the ones who are in the dark about the crafty ways of sick-minded liars who are offended by the truth and can’t deal with the dirt of their past.

It all started with the directory website blog catalog. I signed up just to get my blog listed because a lot of people find my blog in different places and enjoy reading about what I present because I am straight up and I speak the truth.

At blog catalog, people are invited to take part in discussions by writing articles. I wasn’t at all interested in participating in any of the discussions I just wrote a few articles to maintain an active membership.

The day before yesterday I just so happened to write a brief article on diseases that can be caught through sexual contact and Helena Fortissima (a member of the site who does not know me personally) caught a hold of it, dragged it out of context and is making a campaign out of it by addressing to the online world that I am sending out dangerous misinformation.

And my article was not even about diseases itself but about certain people’s behavior when they catch them and how the diseases can and will affect their bodies along down the line at a later time in life, and how they should take and be more responsible for their actions.

I mentioned “shingles”, the virus involving the chicken pox syndrome. And she insists on proving that I am declaring that people in general get it through sexual contact which I did not.

What I said and I do know this for a fact- and I can back it up-and I don’t care what anyone else would have to say about it, is that the shingle virus is able to be spread by sexual contact. I know people personally who this happened to. And this is not hearsay.

People who have dealt with me on a friendship level in the past when I socialized more often confided in me because they felt comfortable with me and I was open-minded and easy to talk to.

And I am going to leave it like that because I am sick and tired of Helena’s shit. I don’t have any time for it. My life is centered around more important valuable things that are going on in life.

We all have our different own way and style of expressing ourselves. I can’t help who will want to misrepresent what I write and how I word it.

An intelligent and wise person will weigh out matters with logical and reasonable thought process. And I am glad to be one of those level headed individuals with integrity and class.

Here I Have Provided A Link To Helena’s Irrational Debate And A Copy Of My Article: When Do Opinions And Misinformation Become Dangerous

I Tested The Link Above And It Did Not Load The Page So Here Is The Address:

http://www.blogcatalog.com/discuss/entry/when-do-opinions-and-misinformation-become-dangerous

Update: Saturday September 8, 2012- (Helena spilled out her guts in her blog post today. I copied and pasted it underneath my article along with her blog address. I read that bitch right. I knew that she wasn’t shit)

The Sad Truths About Herpes And Other Diseases:

In this day and age as everybody should already know venereal diseases are spread rampant. And so many people have caught them due to their reckless behavior.

Some individuals still have the attitude that if they were to catch an infection all that they’d have to do is to go to the doctor and get treated.

The hard facts is that these days the most common and most spread diseases are permanent or have long life term medical conditions and consequences to the body and internal organs.

I know plenty of people who have and who have died from aids. And I know three people personally who live with herpes (and shingles).

Before I go into detail about aids and herpes, I will mention about the individuals that I know who have been infected with gonorrhea and Chlamydia. Not to sound judgmental, however, these two females in particular would hop around from man to man till one day they hopped into something fatal.

One woman’s unborn baby died inside of her months before she was able to give birth, and the other woman constantly went through a series of consecutive miscarriages and stillbirths during numerous relationships with different men due to what resulted into pelvic inflammatory disease.

I’ve observed it over and over again how those in particular suffer for their negative careless behavior. Common sense would tell these people that if they were going to indulge and live dangerously to take some precaution instead of later drowning in their sorrows and corrupting and inflaming other innocent people.

The mentality that many individuals who are infected with aids and herpes have is to intentionally give their disease to another person.

Some are angry, bitter, embarrassed, hurt and do not want to be alone and would not feel so bad if others were riding in the same boat as they are.

One lady in particular married a man knowing that she had herpes. She thought that she could buy him with the money that she possessed. Another lady was walking around with the shingles clearly obvious on her face just below her mouth near her chin. And she pretended not to know what the permanent eruption was. She admitted that it didn’t bother her to sleep around with other women’s husbands or boyfriends.

The third lady had a history of drug use and was going through a nasty ordeal with a younger guy who’d just married her for the land that she’d inherited.

These people use these permanent and deadly diseases as weapons and advantages, ways to keep a hold on to someone or to get back at someone for something.

What happen to the days when people caught venereal infections that taught them lessons to learn by? That taught them how to change? And that taught them how precious their bodies and lives were?

Aids and herpes are viruses that don’t go away. And the situations and predicaments that certain individuals put others in do not always go as planned. Very negative drawbacks came from what those women did and I will not go into detail as it is not necessary.

Venereal diseases are nothing to play around with if they can be helped.

I have never had one and I don’t ever want one. And I could never imagine putting myself in the predicament of catching one. I know that a lot of it has to do with the lifestyle that one leads and I am and have always been asexual so I have never desired to spread myself around or at all for that matter. Therefore I do not understand the lust and needs for the sexual intimacy that some cannot restrain from.

There is a time and a place for any and everything, and of course, my article does not at all represent the majority of the world- but it does represent a good chosen number.

It is here. It is what is going on. And it is what is happening around us. And it is taking place more than what some people would think.

The bottom line is that some individuals are just as poisonous and deadly as a disease, if not worse. And just as you never know who may be carrying whatever ailment-you never know what ailment may be “carrying that person”.

Helena Fortissima’s blog and post

http://www.channelinghippocrates.com/2012_09_01_archive.html

Something Majestic
Last night, I dreamed that I was being apprehended on foot by the police. I had no idea what I’d done wrong, or why they were after me, but I had a vague sense that I was about to be “found out.” Even though I knew there wasn’t much point in running, I wasn’t going to let them catch me if I could help it. When I finally woke up, I was exhausted, nearly out of breath. Spartacus was awake already, still in bed, and as we lay there talking about the dream, he said, clearly interpreting the dream at face value, “That means you’ve done something wrong and you’re trying to get away with it.” Ironically speaking, though, he’s right.
How in God’s name did I end up with the life I have today? I should have been dead a long time ago. Thirty years back, I was a 19 year old shell of a girl I once knew–an annihilated spirit, worn out from years of seeking approval for who I was–hell bent on self-destruction, medicating my crappy self esteem with drugs and sex, wrecking my body, consorting with criminals, stealing from my parents, corrupting my younger brothers, wreaking havoc within our family, asphyxiating from shame and remorse in the quicksand of despair that I alone had created. There are years of my life that I have no recollection of; perhaps it’s better that way. The way it all went down is surreal: standing naked in the middle of my room, admitting all the terrible things I’d done to my father, crying together as he embraced me; escaping from the psych hospital after a week because I was afraid I might really be crazy; voluntarily signing myself into an ultra-confrontational family treatment center which lied to me, holding me against my will when I tried to leave; the nightmarish manipulation of my family and me during those 14 months, the constant and insidious brainwashing; the unbearable social isolation; the food and sleep deprivation; the exercise sessions, used as group punishment, conducted in a windowless space with the heat turned all the way up in mid-summer; the countless dreams of escaping from that building, of being able to take a shit without someone watching me, of no longer being humiliated or led around by the belt loop at the hands of an authority figure half my age, of simply being able to taste birthday cake again; the endless repetition of David Bowie lyrics in my head while sitting for hours at a time on hard blue plastic chairs so that I wouldn’t forget who I was; the eventual reformation which occurred the day I finally caved in; the assimilation into recovery from an addiction I never had in the first place, becoming part of a system I hated because I could see no other way out, the regret over which I’ve never fully forgiven myself for, wondering whose last shreds of dignity or integrity I might have destroyed because I had none left of my own.
What exactly have I been running from all these years? I’m a fucking physician, for Chrissakes! I’ve legitimately worked my way to the top of the educational and professional ladders, but I still don’t feel integrated. There’s always been a part of me that I’ve felt necessary to conceal in order to get where I wanted to go. I’m finished hiding. I don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m who I am today because of all the shit I’ve been through in my life, not in spite of it. Every single trial and tribulation I’ve endured has been transformative in some way, and though I haven’t always recognized that in the midst of a crisis, somehow I’ve managed to flourish from this amplitude of misadventures. I’m really not a complicated person. It’s taken me decades to recover my original personality, the one Straight, Inc. tried so hard to deconstruct and obliterate, but even when I was Robot Me, my true self clung tenaciously to whatever sparks of Old Me it could find, and held them for safekeeping. It’s taken me a good 20-something years to get here, but I’m back, braving my own personal renaissance, the sparkling clarity from which is surging out in torrents. I am in tears. I am intact.
nd that just got more and more so over the years!”

I’ve loved my life, even when I hated it. That’s probably why I’m still alive today, the mother of gorgeously kind and talented 22 year old twin sons, the ex-wife of the father of my children, who I consider my good friend, the wife of my beloved Spartacus, who opens his heart anew to me every day, the daughter-sister-friend-artist-cook-physician-writer who’s always been known as Helena, because something in that girl refused to surrender, something infinitely sustaining, something so fragile it couldn’t break, something majestic.

This Is A Photo Of Helena When She Was About Twenty-Six Or Twenty Seven-What An Ugly Bitch:

About Helena

Why do you blog?
I started blogging after resigning from my current position as an anesthesiologist in a small community hospital. The corruption of the physician-staffing corporation I was working for, along with the hospital’s administration, had finally crystallized and I realized that I was being viewed less as a physician, and more as part of a machine. Many of my blogs are inspired by things that have happened or observations I’ve made throughout my life, and most of them are somehow intertwined with the world of medicine. I’m blogging as a wake up call to physicians, healthcare workers, and the general public alike. Let’s start defining ourselves in terms of who we are, through embracing our unique interests, our individual contributions to society, and our humanness. It’s a helluva lot more interesting than defining ourselves by what we do for a living.

Share two things about you that no one knows :)?
I am a former wild child of the 80s…that’s enough

 

AIDS

Sunday, February 05, 2006 at 4:37 PM EST

I watch the news every day and yesterday i heard that HIV is on the rise more so now than ever. That 80,000 people are infected with AIDS, and 20,000 are infected and they don’t even know it.

I heard it is said that AIDS doesn’t have a look, that you can’t tell who might have it but that is not true. A neighbor and i have even discussed this issue. HIV shows up a lot in a person’s face. Sometimes their cheeks are sucked in. And some of them have twitches similar to a drug-addict, their bodies may appear stiff and they talk out of their heads.

Some people with HIV or full blown AIDS are very hurt, angry, or depressed and when they find out that they’ve contracted the deadly disease they intentionally go out and spread it to other people. Instead of doing this they should go and seek some serious counseling. But all can’t be reached by this method they are going to go do what they feel while they’re in their emotional state.

So the only thing that i can say to anyone who is having sex and cares about their bodies be very cautious in this day and age because people don’t care. Even if it’s someone that you think you can trust beware, you never know. Protect yourself the best way you know how. You only get one life to live and life is too short to be miserable living with such a foul incurable disease when you could be enjoying a happy healthy life.

One Of The Horrific Sights Of AIDS

Tuesday, May 08, 2007 at 9:43 AM EDT

About eight years ago, when i use to sometimes kill time around this street-woman named Venus i had had a very vivid vision about her. The vision showed her extremely thin in size being eaten away by AIDS.

Back then at that time she was big in size.

She has come down quite a bit at the least of my saying for a long while now but she has gotten worse. Some time in the middle of last month i was on my block making my way home from shopping when i happened to spot her passing through with some other tore down-looking woman.

I could see from a distance and then when she got up on me from out the corner of my eye how really bad her situation was. She moved out of my way to let me get by since i was lugging a few heavy bags then she continuously kept staring at me for me to speak to her.

haven’t spoken to her in years and do not plan on doing so. Once i cut a person loose it’s for keeps.

One of the reasons i did not look up in her face was because of her appearance. It was terrifying. The side of her face near her head is peeled. She’s a dark complexioned woman so it shows up kind of bad, looking something like vitiligo.

She is so skinny and sickly-looking. I can see so deep into her because of my senses, i knew what she was going through and i just kept my head straight because i didn’t want to be near that shit.

She lived by the sword and now she is dying by the sword and i was able to see it. She appeared a little worse now than what she appeared back then in my vision. Aids is some foul shit.