Obey Biden or get locked down forever; choosing something “BECAUSE it is hard”

Once we all get the needle, then and only then will there is a chance we might be able to participate in a small family gathering later on The Fourth of July. As long as we continue to social distance and wear our masks. How generous of Joe! If we win the battle by getting vaccinated, we just might be able to get some of our Constitutional freedoms back!

Sorry “Resident Biden,” just as you have said while pushing abortion,

“My body — My choice!”

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…Because they are hard

A comrade sent me a beautiful drawing of Odin, who gained wisdom through sacrifice, losing one eye — and through suffering. The poem says he “hung on a windswept tree, and fell back with a scream.” But in victory over himself he became the king of the germanic gods.

She also wrote me, disgusted with the Covid lockdowns and the sheeplike people:

I feel distant from everything and everyone, from people who are completely afraid.

We have distanced ourselves from everyone because wnow say no more Covid, no more fear, no more of this bullshit they throw at us, including [].

I can’t take it anymore. [Relatives’] phobias are destroying us and we must protect the children who are also disappointed by their friends at school and in the neighborhood.

Today, the poor things, I heard them really complaining about this … and they are right.

But we always have nature on our side. We too are “travelers” going through this world. [end]

I replied:

I feel this too, but I also see how tragedy can force growth. We agreed to incarnate here and face these challenges. Here you can grow 30 times faster than on some of the higher planets!
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Guardian angels go over with us in our interlife the full extent of the difficulties we will face here on this egoic planet if this is where we choose to go or to return.

Having warned us, as well as praised us for the willingness and desire to grow under fiery tests, they shrug their shoulders, say, “Okay, as you wish, and good luck!” and let us do it.
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But often they think we have maybe “bitten off more than we can chew.” 😉

I remember how it was in the Marines recruit training — three months of hell. People were being eliminated from the program brutally every three days or so. We dropped from maybe 65 young men to 40. That is 25 guys gone in 87 days. You march back from the cafeteria (“mess hall”) after lunch and the man’s bunk bed (“rack”) is stripped, with no sheets, pillow or blankets, and his sea bag (“duffel bag”) has disappeared. No goodbye — he’s just gone. He was judged to be weak and a loser, the kind that would run, that would desert in combat, or break down and cry like a coward, or put up his hands and surrender.

Not a man and not a Marine.

Then the guy who “washed out” shows up at the pool hall a week later, back in his home town, “his tail between his legs,” and everyone knows he “tried to join the Marines but washed out in bootcamp.”

Many then commit suicide. This had been their “big chance” to change their life and “be somebody.” And they “blew it.”

But it was a wonderful feeling after 87 days for thiose who endured it, grew, and succeeded!

A funny comedy video, riffing off the Marine drill sergeant who was shot by a recruit — and who now is in charge of ghosts 😉

I had to keep reminding myself in “boot camp”:

“You volunteered for this. No whining because it is hard. How glorious afterward to know ‘I endured all this, I won the victory over myself, and now I know I am strong!” 😉

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