Sometimes I feel like I’m in a cage.
My last visit to the cardiology clinic was a little unpleasant. The doctor was not my kind of guy at all, fussing about my preference for natural supplements and my resistance to taking allopathic medications. So it felt almost like punishment when he ordered a 30-day heart monitor after giving me very sketchy information about what he already knew. And it turns out the VA had switched to a new supplier for the Holter monitors, so I’m wearing a rig with a black box about the size of a smartphone but twice as thick, with four leads to sensors scattered across my torso, and then a Verizon wifi hotspot unit to go with it (with no more than a 5-hour battery at best).
It came in a big kit with batteries for the monitor and extra sensor pads. The way it works out is that the monitor batteries die in about 2-3 days. I get a shower and replace the pads which are not exactly waterproof. That way I get to move them around to different spots on my skin. Meanwhile, there’s nothing I can do with the wires hanging out from under my shirt. It records the data with sufficient memory, but also transmits live when possible through the hotspot. I think the real reason is that the monitor has a hot-button in case I experience some of kind symptomatic event. The vendor calls me if I push the button, as I found out when it happened by accident.
And while my knee is slowly improving, I still can’t drive safely because of the limited range of motion. It hurts less and I can walk farther, but a good walk approaching a kilometer means resting most of the next day. Still, recovery is moving along in tiny daily increments. I’m hesitant to commit to a rowing machine right now because I might need the money to replace a seatbelt in my car that won’t retract properly. The other thing is that I’m really very much torn between a rowing machine and strong wish I could get involved in kayaking, since biking is way off in the distance. Then again, I’d have to tie up someone else to help me get to the boat to the water and back home.
That’s the real issue. Not only am I tied to these EMF-producing devices, but I can’t drive and can’t walk far enough to get out in the open spaces. Given our current high heat warnings, it would have to be something where I’m moving in the wind, not sitting somewhere in the open. It’s really hard to find mind-space for the heart to speak loudly sitting around this apartment. Maybe it doesn’t seem to hinder some of my writing, but it’s hindering my own sense of peace.
For example, I’m struggling to digest the prophetic element of current events. It really does take some of that quiet, wordless freedom of the wild to still my flesh enough to really process this stuff. Nor is this the kind of thing where I have a burning need to tell all of you some of what I believe I see already. I don’t get enough feedback to know if anyone is paying much attention to my comments on what’s happening right now, but it’s something that looms large in my own sense of prophetic connection in the Spirit. I need it for me.
Here’s an example — you need to read the whole thing down to the bottom to get the picture (author comments and updates). It’s not that I endorse everything in that linked article, but none of it surprises me in the least. It’s all fully consistent with my own direct experience with the Feds hushing up stuff. I’ve been hammered for telling the truth, and what I disclosed was most certainly not national security because I knew all the details; it was just covering some big-shot’s butt. More to the point, it was covering up how the bureaucratic hive-mind works. It’s perfectly fine with me if you’d rather not give attention to these things; I’m just pursuing my own calling as you should be doing.
Still, I can’t shake the sense that something has been uncorked and won’t go back into the bottle. Our economy is has long been dead, but all the banking and financier plutocrats are trying to hide it until the last moment of plunder. What’s new is the level of violence. I’m convinced it’s going to get bigger and more frequent. I keep wondering when we’ll start seeing car bombs or worse. And I’m utterly certain the bulk of it is false flag stuff, events staged by some government agency/agencies. Somebody very much wants to see chaos. Meanwhile, God is at work in His wrath and natural disasters will increase.
The saints of God will tribulate, and I’m going to keep rattling my cage.