The Weaponization of Kindness

Or how easily we were manipulated away from our humanity

I have had The Weaponization of Kindness stuck in my head for over two years. Almost three. I kept putting writing about it on the back burner. Didn’t really want to ruffle any more feathers. There’s been enough of that to last a lifetime.

But The Voice would not leave me alone. The Voice said to write it.

I know there’s a big difference between being kind and being nice. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a photo that read “Be Kind or Leave.” I took this one in a cafe in Scotland several years ago. At that time, I wholeheartedly agreed with its message. Boy did the PLandemic change that.

I don’t want to go too deeply into the semantics of being kind vs. being nice. Both words could apply to what I’m wanting to convey. Kindness just seems deeper and more important for some reason.

I think it’s one of the most beautiful innate traits of being human.

Who doesn’t want to be kind? But fear and propaganda have threatened our very humanity.

PLandemic (Grammarly is trying desperately to change it to pandemic) - was so aptly named by filmmaker Mikki Willis. Because it was planned. This movie, deemed misinformation by the mainstream media, etc. is increasingly hard to find in search engines, but here it is.

My friend knows Mikki. She says he’s one of the kindest people she’s ever met.

So, was it kindness doing what the mainstream media or the signs in every window told us to do? Use hand sanitizer and destroy our good bacteria? Stand six ft. apart? Wear a mask? Have your temperature taken to walk into a restaurant? And the ultimate - get an unapproved vaccine that’s not really a vaccine.

When did we become a nation, no, a world, of germaphobes?

I opted for eating at home.

Be kind to your neighbors, we were told. Don’t be a grandma killer.

The celebrities began to chime in. They made videos and shared them on their social media and admonished the unmasked and unjabbed on the late-night talk shows.

How did this become normalized so fast? It was brilliant marketing. We were being trained like the animals that we are.

Thinking of yourself first - your one precious body, before everyone else’s, was, well, selfish. Now it’s called extremism.

Was it kindness or obedience?

I know that many people complied because they were afraid not to. They couldn’t afford to lose their jobs. They trusted their government and their doctors. They wanted their children to be in school. They felt they had no choice.

Some genuinely thought they were being kind.

But, there was (and still is) a different kindness that I want to acknowledge here. It came from those who risked their careers and their relationships with family and friends, to tell the truth as they saw it. To stand firm in their sovereignty.

There’s something particularly painful about not being able to speak your truth with the people you love.

One friend, who I love with all my heart, said that if we spoke of “it,” our friendship might not survive. So, I have honored her request, but it hasn’t been easy.

I left the city in 2020 and ran for the country when my apartment building in Jersey City started to feel like a prison. Stickers on the floor for social distancing (that term literally makes bile rise in my throat). Only one person allowed in the elevator at a time. Stares from neighbors because I wasn’t wearing a mask. No more hugs. Although two friends and I would flaunt our hugs in the courtyard outside the building. Such rebels we were.

I remember the day I saw a neighbor, a friend of mine, alone in her car wearing a mask. I couldn’t laugh. It wasn’t funny. I wanted to cry witnessing that level of fear. Or was it obedience? Or both?

At least they said “please.”

Here in the country, near the sleepy little New England town of Sandwich, I found a microcosm of the insanity playing out in the wider world.

A war waged (and continues to wage) on the local town Google Group. Vaxxed vs. unvaxxed. Republican vs. Democrat. Electric vs. gas-powered vehicles. Free speech vs. censorship.

There are those who want nothing to do with talk about what’s going on in the world and want only to see used items for sale, local news, and the weather (just don’t talk about weather warfare because that’s a conspiracy theory.)

Yoga is for the fully vaccinated only.

Where’s the kindness in that?

Of all the things that puzzled and saddened me the most during the PLandemic was my beloved holistic health community caving to fear and propaganda. You know, those of us who believe in the healing power of Nature. In ancient practices like Ayurveda, yoga, Chinese Medicine, energy healing, and herbalism. I don’t know - maybe for those who have businesses, it was about their bottom line. Or directives from the state and federal governments. At any rate, many of them fell prey to the C-word narrative.

When I received a catalog from the Kripalu Center in the Berkshire Mountains of western MA, a place where I spent many reflective days (and lots of money), I learned that they are still requiring either vaccination or C-word testing. During treatments in their “wellness center," both the practitioner and visitor must wear a mask! Kripalu has a school of Ayurveda! You know, Ayurveda - the knowledge of life. Oh, the irony. They hold workshops on breathwork.

I’m not writing this to shame anyone. I recognize that most people live their lives in the company of Big Pharma. At least in the western world and certainly here in the US. They believe what they see and hear on the news, be it CNN or NPR. Or their allopathic doctor, who was beholden to the CDC.

I wish I could pass out gold stars to those who saw through the bullshit and the programming.

I saw your kindness. Your bravery. Your fight for sovereignty, not just for yourself but for everyone.

Especially for the children.

So, why am I writing about this now? Hasn’t it all ended? Shouldn’t I just move on? I think most of the people who complied think it’s over. I think it’s only just begun, and the C-word was a test run.

I recently heard someone say that we are already in World War III. While people are worried about nuclear bombs, another war has been raging for almost three years. In an attempt to usher in a New World Order - a global one-world government, they turned neighbor against neighbor, friend against friend, stranger against stranger, and family against family.

They didn’t need weapons. They used the media, which might as well be state-run media, to start the war.

They weaponized kindness.

The most beautiful, innate part of being human. They manipulated us away from our humanity.

If you put on a mask, you were kind and caring, and responsible. If you didn’t, you were selfish and a danger to society.

They played upon our fear of getting sick. Of dying.

Imagine hugs and gatherings being deemed inappropriate and selfish. They made people afraid of their loved ones.

I am still hearing stories of grandparents not being allowed to see their grandchildren if they’re not jabbed and boostered. And vice versa.

Our obsession with germs has reached an all-time high. We have all been fully indoctrinated into germ theory. But what if there was another side to that story?

This is an excellent explanation of germ theory vs. terrain theory by Dr. Sam Bailey. It’s a really hard one for most of us to accept that there’s more to germ theory than what we think we know.

Have a listen. Keep an open mind.

You know, just like any other life challenge, where we grow from our pain and suffering, I found that to be true for me thanks to the PLandemic.

I let go of fear and found a massive strength and resilience in myself that I didn’t know was there.

I remained sovereign and true to my belief that my body is mine and mine alone to take care of.

I became even more of a believer in the healing power of Nature and that we ARE Nature!

I didn’t need to play games and compromise my beliefs by going to places like restaurants, stores, the theater, etc.

I stopped coloring my hair and started cutting it myself. Lol, the jury is still out on that one. :)

I stopped traveling and found that I didn’t need to go anywhere to be in my happy place. Kind of like, Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. “There’s no place like home.”

We can find our strength in the most challenging times.

We all have the ability to think freely - unhampered by conventional attitudes or public opinion.

What will you do if another PLandemic comes knocking on your door?

Much Love,
Barbara