For This Relief, Much Thanks!

all we are saying is give peace a chance

At 9:30 PM Wednesday evening 6 November 2024 New Zealand time, I emerged from a meeting devoted to spiritual healing. It was a completely nonpolitical gathering, whose focus was a connection with a transcendent power of goodness and light. During such congregations there is no need or place for mobile phones, so beforehand I asked a friend to send me a text to confirm what had earlier been shaping up: that Donald Trump would score a clear-cut win to become President once again.

My friend complied: he told me that it was ‘official’. Upon receiving this news I stepped out into the windy and eternally brisk Wellington air and wobbled a bit — with relief. I felt as if the Sisyphean boulder had finally made it off our shoulders and onto the ledge upon which, for the past dire four years, we have all striven, in vain, to deposit it.

Could it be? Could my wished-for chink in the oppressive darkness have actually occurred?

For four years I have told my fellow freedom-fighters here in New Zealand that we needed help for our battles from other quarters, a break in the clouds, a glimmer, something positive from my native country to thrust a spear into the morbid encompassing flank of the globalist beast threatening to devour us all with its wars upon people, hot, cold, medicinal and psychological.

And that thrust has arrived.

No, I wasn’t giddy, and no, I wasn’t capering in the streets, and, no, I wasn’t flush with ecstatic joy: I was, simply, relieved. I could breathe again.

Later that night I literally collapsed, as if the tension of the previous four years, inaugurated with that sick psyops known as covid, had been let out of my tissues, leaving me limp — but lighter, and on the road to living in a world with far horizons again.

Yet, a mere 3 days later, I am already hearing the rumblings and bleak prognostications of the horrible missteps that Trump — not yet having taken office — has already made to destroy any illusion of progress.

I expected it because as I have followed more closely than ever the reactions of people to every breaking development — about covid, politics, protests, jabs, doctors, lawyers, mandates — I was witness to a kind of in-built impulsiveness and mostly infantile irrationality. Who could respond faster to the latest rumor? Who could offer up a theory about the real nature of — of everything? I remember clearly when a snake venom theory about the covid jabs was proposed: I studiously took notes and charted the logic of an interview during which this theory was propounded, and I found the logic wanting. More important, for this essay, is that within a few metaphorical minutes of the introduction of the theory a mass of people had already signed on as proponents.

I have repeatedly told my friends that for the past four years we have all been subjected to what I regard as the most successful campaign in history to control, manipulate, propagandize and to beat us down, relentlessly, daily, without cease, with deceptions of infinite variety. Much as I would like not to admit it, we have been traumatized — I won’t say victimized, because I don’t much like that word — but traumatized, yes, each and all of us, to greater or lesser degrees.

To have been lied to with such preening arrogant shameless efficiency cannot but have left physical, mental and emotional marks on us all. To have been told that war is peace, that submission brings joy, that the State knows best and that our bodies are really not ours to have dominion over … yes, it has worn away at even the most robust of us.

So the boulder has been lifted, a little light is coming in, the poisonous miasma has thinned with Trump’s rightful decisive election — and already the typical frenetic, thoughtless and rash reflexive reactions have begun.

It may be that the rolling four-year trauma inflicted by the globalists has encouraged a universal regression — has made us all the more prone to impetuousness and illogicality and hair-trigger outbursts of vitriol and temper. Yet what we need and have always needed has been maturity, calm, deliberation and a willingness to tolerate and debate differences in opinion with civility.

Remember that when covid was unleashed and the Machine had shaken us with Fear, lockdowns, restrictions and violations of soul and body were, for the most part, meekly accepted.

If nothing else we must take from the sickness of these past four years a renewed dedication to reflection, composure and careful consideration, which are especially essential in times of crisis and urgency.

All I can say is “Give me a break and give peace a chance.”

Emanuel E. Garcia, M.D.

November 2024