The Sleepwalkers

During the time of the Parliamentary protest here in New Zealand, in early 2022, when the country was split asunder by governmental decree into two camps, the jabbed and the unjabbed, I chanced to meet a friend at the beach. I knew her to be a wonderful musician and, I thought, an intelligent person, and we exchanged pleasantries. Taking her question about my well-being at face value – “How are you doing?” – I replied, “Terribly. I’m not allowed to go to a cafe or restaurant, can’t get a haircut, can’t get into the gym I’ve paid my subscription to, and I never would have believed New Zealand could have become this apartheid dystopia.” 

She brushed me off and muttered something about how the jab would keep everyone safe, and so I engaged a bit more deeply.

“Since when is a healthy person a threat? And why do we need this thing anyway, when there is treatment?”

“Oh, you mean that horse pill?” she replied with a cheerful sneer.

“Ivermectin is much more than a so-called horse pill, it has been helping a lot of people ….”

She interrupted. “I’d like to see some double-blinded randomized controlled trials.”

She, mind you, wonderful musician though she may be, is not exactly a doctor. And I, though not a musician, did indeed study and practice medicine.  I broke off the conversation because I realized she had swallowed the government’s fear-soaked pablum lock, stock and barrel.  She demanded of a medication with promising empirical results in treating Covid and preventing hospitalisation what she failed to demand of an experimental, hastily developed so-called vaccine for which informed consent was, essentially, taboo. She is one of the Sleepwalkers – wilfully ignorant rather than malevolent, but destructive nonetheless.

I didn’t have the time or inclination to tell the Sleepwalker about a healthcare practitioner friend of mine who reluctantly took the jab to keep his job, developed severe myocarditis, applied for an exemption with the help of his rightly concerned cardiologist – and was turned down by the Director General of Health at the time, one Ashley Bloomfield, a physician ‘on paper’.  My friend was given the ‘choice’ to receive a second injection, or stop practising, by the physician Bloomfield who, when presented with the opportunity to make the easiest and most medically correct decision a doctor could make, instead elected to err on the side of Mengele and Fauci.

During this Corona War virtually everything has become topsy-turvy. Doctors are no longer allowed to be real doctors, untested inoculations are accepted unthinkingly, musicians become experts in Medicine and victims of the jab are consigned to silence and submission.

This is a rather lengthy preface to my major points in this essay, which concern the faculty of critical reasoning.  Archimedes famously said that given a lever of the right length he could move the Earth. In the field of ratiocination there is an equivalent ‘lever’ which relies on basic principles, from which one can generally infer significant consequences – if one’s reasoning faculties are not asleep.  I would like to give some examples as I look back over the past two years or so.

1. Response to a medical emergency

I won’t argue whether or not Covid amounted to a bona fide emergency, but rather what an honest response to a medical emergency should be, namely, “How can we treat people when they are ill and how can we prevent hospitalisation and death?”  Instead governments locked people up, kept them apart, allowed those who did contract Covid to suffer until they reached the point of having been hospitalised and then, when hospitalised, subjected them to treatments that made them worse, e.g., ventilators and, later on, Remdesivir.  Those brave and sensible clinicians like Drs. Zelenko and Kory who acted, early on, like real doctors were subsequently punished by the authorities.

2. Suspicions about the Covid Jabs

Here too I will confine my remarks to concerns purely about the jabs’ reported method of working, and here I will concentrate on the Pfizer injection as this was the chosen intervention in New Zealand. It functioned by providing a genetic sequence, mRNA, that would in turn code for the manufacture of many spike proteins, which would then stimulate an antibody response.  We were told that the mRNA would dissipate quickly, that the spike proteins would be localised near the injection site, and that the jab would prevent us from getting Covid.

I suspected from the beginning that the mRNA might not dissipate into nothingness and that it, in fact, might find its way into the subject’s genome. I suspected that the spike protein would migrate everywhere throughout the body. I suspected that the spike protein-antibody complex would create autoimmune dangers. I also strongly suspected that these jabs would pose particularly harsh dangers for the elderly and medically compromised. And, finally, I suspected that a jab coding for one particular spike protein would be obsolete as the virus in question began to mutate. I therefore declined to be inoculated. I placed my trust in my own healthful preventive measures, in developing empirical treatments and in natural immunity.

Many other doctors (though relatively few overall) expressed similar concerns. Most have acquiesced, either through ignorance, like the sleepwalking musician, or knowing complicity.

The result has been, quite literally, murder and illness on a scale that is so breathtaking that it is nearly impossible to believe — unless one’s critical faculties are alive and awake to the realities of Power, which has no regard for the sanctity and indispensability of lives, and never has.

Human history is, in large part, a record of war and conquest, and the war within which we find ourselves today — this uniquely strange and globally imposed attack on our lives and souls — will ultimately be determined by the tension between sleepwalking and free-thinking.

Emanuel E. Garcia, M.D.

(This is a revised version of an essay that originally appeared in Global Research.)