The occult archetype called vaccination
By Jon Rappoport
In many past articles, I've taken apart the so-called science
of vaccines and shown how deceptive it is. Here I take another
approach: examining the archetypes and
symbols that surround vaccination
and give it occult power.
Begun as a crude version of homeopathy ("treat like with
like"), in which a mild injected version of a disease would supposedly
protect against the actual disease, vaccination soon developed into a
military outpost, with the commander ordering the appearance of his
scouts: antibodies. "Line up men, now hunt!"
Today, as a revival of ancient symbology, vaccination is a
conferred seal, a sign of moral righteousness. It's a mark on the arm,
signifying tribal inclusion. No tribe member is left out. Inclusion by
vaccination protects against invisible spirits (viruses).
The notion of the tribe is enforced by dire predictions of
pandemics: the spirits of other tribes (from previously unknown hot
zones in jungles) are attacking the good tribe, our tribe.
Mothers, the keepers of the children, are given a way to
celebrate their esteemed, symbolic, animal role as "lionesses": confer
the seal on their offspring through vaccination. Protect the future of
the tribe. Speak out and defame and curse the mothers who don't
vaccinate their children. Excommunicate them from the tribe.
The ceremony of vaccination is a rite of passage for the
child. He/she is now more than the offspring of the parents. The child
is in the village. The child is property of the village (the State). As
the years pass, periodic booster shots reconfirm this status.
Some ancient rituals presented dangers. The child, on his way
to becoming a man, would be sent out to live alone in the forest for a
brief period and survive. Vaccination symbolizes this in a passive way:
the injection of disease-viruses which might be harmful are transmuted
into protective spirits in the body. The injection of toxic chemicals is
a passageway into immunity. If a child is damaged in the process, the
parents and the tribe consider it a tragic but acceptable risk, because
on the whole the tribe and the village are protected against the evil
spirits (viruses).
The psychological and occult and archetypal impact of
vaccination is key: modern parents are given the opportunity to feel, on
a subconscious level, a return to older times, when life was more
bracing and immediate and vital. That is the mythology. Modern life, for
basic consumers, has fewer dimensions---but vaccination awakens
sleeping memories of an age when ritual and ceremony were essential to
the future of the group. No one would defect from these moments. Refusal
was unthinkable. Survival was All. The mandate was powerful. On a deep
level, parents today can experience that power. It is satisfying.
The doctor giving the injections is, of course, the priest of
the tribe, the medicine man, the holder of secrets. He is the spiritual
source of, and connection to, "unseen realms" where opposing spirits
carry out warfare and struggle for supremacy. Without the medicine man,
the tribe would disintegrate.
The medicine man is permitted to say and do anything. He can
tell lies if lies serve a noble purpose and effect greater strength of
the tribe. He can manipulate language and truth and meaning. He can turn
day into night. He can present paradox and contradiction. No one can
question his pronouncements.
Loyalty to the medicine man is absolute. In this regard, a rebel is exiled or destroyed.
People living today in industrial and technological societies
are relatively numb. Their options and choices seem confined to a range
of products they can buy. They yearn for absolutes. They want a
command, from the medicine man, which taps into the
adrenaline-stimulating need for, and risk to, survival.
The demand for vaccination, along with the ever-present threat of illness and outbreak and pandemic, awakens that need and risk.
Modern parents need archetypes and symbols of demon spirits.
Viruses. Ebola, Zika, West Nile, SARS, Swine Flu. These spirits are
unseen. They could attack. They do attack.
"We must go the medicine man for the ritual to protect us
from the demons. He will put the seal of protection on us and our
children."
Then there are the shameful marks, which are to be avoided in
every way possible. A child who shows the rashes and swellings of
illnesses is highly suspect. Did he not participate in the protective
ritual? Are his parents evil? Are they possessed? Should the child and
his parents be shunned? Will the medicine man help them or lay an
irreversible curse on them for defecting?
Subconsciously and archetypally, the "modern science of
vaccination" is doctrine. It is alchemy. It is magic. Going against the
magic is tantamount to trying to overturn the very basis of life in the
tribe.
In the extreme view, rebels are promoters of evil spirits
(viruses). They are infectors. They transmit evil spirits throughout the
tribe and the village. They cause people to fall ill and die. Yes, the
medicine man is doing all he can to protect his people (through
vaccination), but this is war. Nothing is guaranteed. The evil spirits
are arrayed against the medicine man. We must help him and bolster his
power and advantage. We have our role to play. He is the hero. Cling to
the hero. Praise him.
In the fullness of time, do whatever we can to increase his
glory. He is engaged in an occult struggle on levels we cannot hope to
fathom. On our behalf. In the tribe.
His many remedies (incomprehensible to us) are walking a fine
line. Because of their power, they have risks (side effects). These
risks are numerous. Every night in collective meetings (television ads),
we are told of the numerous problems that could arise (ask your doctor
if X is right for you). But the impact of hearing these warnings is
extremely positive, because we feel the danger, and feeling the danger
is what we need and want, because, again, we are in a war against the
evil spirits---and the sensation of risk is preferable to feeling
nothing. Give us more warnings, and let us experience a return to
ancient days when we lived on the edge of extinction and knew the blood
coursing through our veins was alive.
It takes a village. We are the tribe. We are the warriors.
The needle is the magic transmitter. The plunger of the
syringe is the force. The fluid in the syringe is the alchemical
transformer. Be silent in their presence. Accept their mysterious grace.
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