My journey into activism
Why I decided to fight for freedom, and how the insurance industry broke my heart
This is an article that a couple of people have asked me to write, so if it is not of interest to you, I totally understand. My tendency is not to write about myself, because I don’t see the issues in the world as having all that much to do with me or my story personally, and I want to focus on what’s important. I don’t consider myself especially important or special, so for the most part I’ve tried not to make this about me. This stack will be the exception, this one is all about me, for those who want to know.
I’m just going to be as long-winded as I need to be to tell this story properly, I’m not going to crush it into shape under editing, I want this to be a download of my thoughts about it all - thanks for bearing with me. :-)
My childhood and background
I was born in Sweden, oh, too long ago now! A dad born in Denmark, a mum born in Iceland, they met in Sweden and had me. A true “scandinavian mongrel”, if you will.
My first few years were spent travelling with my parents, my dad was a captain on a ship. I saw and experienced a lot as a very young kid, and grew up pretty quick as a result, with the claws of loneliness sunk into my heart early due to my social isolation from other kids. Some of my memories of that time are terrifying, but it also gave me a strong sense of self-reliance and preservation.
We ended up stuck in Australia through a series of events, and so my life in Australia began. I’ve lived all over this country for the rest of my life, barring a period I lived in Iceland for about 4 years, where I learnt their very difficult language and had some life-altering experiences.
By the time I hit high-school, I was pretty disinterested and unenthusiastic about things generally (as a lot of kids are, I suppose). I wasn’t badly misbehaved, but I got into fights because of my nature, and wasn’t super-well liked at school. I’d taken some poor advice about winning people over, and it showed. I had few friends.
The first sort of awakening for me happened during the first gulf war. I watched with keen boy-like interest at first. But I’ve always been reasonably sharp, and it didn’t take long for me to figure out there were massive inconsistencies in their stories. This began a process where I started realising these inconsistencies were everywhere you looked.
Long story short, at that young age I realised that we were governed by some very bad people, and that they lied to us as a matter of norm. I started questioning everything much more, and became very, very depressed.
I've suffered PTSD since I was a kid due to some horrific things I experienced, which I will not describe here. It’s something I have come to reasonably good terms with, its severity for me varies wildly. Suffering such a loss of trust in society exacerbated this sent me into a deep depression and for some time I didn’t care whether I lived or died and acted accordingly, taking reckless risks.
I remember telling my mum, “when I’m around your age, the shit is going to hit the fan, big time. There will be civil unrest everywhere, people will war with their governments.” I talked of preparations and so forth but my devil-may-care lifestyle and attitude meant that none of these things were acted on.
I escaped into drugs and alcohol for a while. I discovered the rave culture and became an enthusiastic part of it. That journey has enough twists and turns in it to write a whole other article about, but for now, suffice it to say I nearly lost my life to it, and only pulled up at the last moment, realising that I did in fact still want to live.
When I got out of school I sat a public service entrance exam and got such a high score I was awarded an automatic job. I was even given a choice of departments, and I chose Department of Veterans’ Affairs.
As a boy I was always interested in WW2 and war generally, for some reason, and I spent 5 dark years working there, and I heard so many stories, of the best and worst in people. I met people completely broken by the war, and people who came out of it unbowed and stronger. Working here didn’t help my depression at all, threats were common and it was pretty routine to actually end up feeling pretty sorry for some of the people I dealt with. I heard some literally incredible stories, the sorts of things that make you question reality, and God, and life generally. RIP, Alfred Bellord, you may be long gone, but I’ll always remember what you said to me, that sounded like nonsense at the time.
After 5 years at Veterans’ Affairs, I’d had enough and ended up joining the insurance industry, in a call centre. I was pretty good at it, my customer service skills were sharp after dealing with many difficult veterans, and my mind took to the insurance world quickly and naturally. So just like so many people, I “fell into” insurance.
I’ve never been great at relationships, so my 20s and 30s were spent flitting from one girlfriend to another, but never for very long. I had my heart broken more often than I broke hearts, and by my early 40s I’d more or less given up the notion of being with someone long-term. Given that I was also not interested in casual things, or flings, and find the online dating scene grotesque, I was pretty lonely for some time.
My life has always been rocky, and as a result my career in insurance has had some interruptions and ill-fortune along the way. I’m very good at insurance technicalities and proved this quickly through numerous roles, but not great at the politics, and not great at “fitting in”, so I’ve always experienced issues along the way, some of them very extreme. So I never stayed in any job long-term, for one reason or another.
In 2010 I suffered a major career setback when I was struggling with some dormant issues that suddenly resurfaced, and my job as a senior broker with the biggest brokerage in the world was brought to an abrupt halt, I got mobbed on a train and badly beaten up, I lost my temper at work, and when they started being assholes about everything, I wrote something on a blog site that really offended them (a piece on “corporate speak” and how much I despised it) and so they fired me.
See, my writing has always got me into trouble. ;-)
The company involved actually rang all the insurers in the market here in WA and bad-mouthed me - I found out because a lot of those people were my friends and alerted me to it. So my reputation was smashed, I was no longer the golden boy, I was persona-non-grata in the insurance market, and found it difficult to get going again.
Still, around that time I discovered fitness in a big way. I was very overweight and desperate to change that, and found to my surprise that exercise had massive mental benefits for me. I started becoming a lot more positive and happy generally, despite my poor circumstances, not to mention becoming fit at a level where fireys and military types are giving you the “respect” nod.
It was around that time I found my spirituality. I absolutely refuse to get into religion on my substack, but suffice it to say I found a connection with a higher power through a series of events that happened when I found myself devoid of any hope and asking for a sign. The sign that I asked for emerged and basically the only message was “keep going, don’t lose hope”, and I’ve maintained this attitude ever since.
In 2017 I found myself between jobs, after being treated very, very badly by a boss who claimed to be retiring and leaving everything to me. Thing is, by all accounts my work there was brilliant, so I didn’t understand what subsequently happened. It’s the weirdest and most sinister situation I’ve ever experienced in a workplace.
Anyway, I’d been enrolled in a course the year before for “future leaders in the industry” and I decided I’d go anyway, even if I wasn’t working. Who knows? Maybe I’d get a lead for a good job.
Instead I met my wife! A demure, very intelligent lady whose good nature shone out of her like a beacon. A lot younger than me, so initially it didn’t even occur to me that we might become a thing.
A beautiful love story started there, and I ended up marrying her in 2019 in my beloved Kings Park on the hottest November day on record, and we bought a house together. That was the end of 2019. I was so happy, I’d found the love of my life, finally, after all this time.
At the time I was working at an insurance brokerage, and the boss was actually married to my wife’s mum’s sister (oh what a twisted web we weave!), and I’d been working there through 2018 and basically proven what I was capable of. My new uncle was pretty happy and impressed with me and all seemed well, my future seemed as bright as my love life. I thanked my lucky stars and considered myself truly blessed.
Then 2020 hit.
2020 - The year everything started falling apart
So after a honeymoon in which I was still harassed by the office for technical expertise, I returned to work to find a couple of things going on. First of all there were bushfires, lots of them, around the country, and some of my clients were affected, and things were looking pretty grim generally there for a while. I remember the bushfires that year came so close to us that there was ash raining down from the sky one afternoon.
Then I started hearing about people dying in China from a new virus. I didn’t pay it all that much heed at first, I was familiar with pandemic risk management and to me this seemed on a par with the swineflu and bird flu scares that had already occurred, this sort of thing had established risk management guidelines around it all, and I’d done it before for a publicly listed company, I was confident I could handle it.
Little did I realise that all those established and well-thought-out, rational risk management plans would be abandoned at the beginning of the pandemic.
My biggest takeaway from the bird flu “pandemic” that occured in the early noughties was the pharmaceutical intervention that was touted as the solution to all our problems, Tamiflu. Well, Tamiflu was an ineffective antiviral, as it turned out. Pharmaceutical companies can’t be trusted…who knew??
I noticed pretty early there was quite a lot of inconsistency in the messaging going on, and my spidey senses started tingling big-time pretty early. Some people in the insurance industry are walking lie detectors, and I’m one of them. Still, my job was very busy and that kept me from thinking about it or looking into things too deeply at all.
By March 2020 I was well and truly over it though. All this nonsense was popping up on social media, hysteria about the virus, lockdowns in China etc etc. I knew it was bullshit, just like the lies they made up about the Iraq war, 9/11 and so on.
Around March 2020 I made a comment on LinkedIn that turned out to be massively prophetic - “There’s going to be a vaccine, and who gets it and who doesn’t is going to turn into a really big deal”.
As the year wore on, I tried to just get on with my job and not worry about what was coming too much. Our state closed its borders quite promptly so it seemed there was enough time to worry about all of that later.
In late 2020 my boss approached me for a chat, and disclosed to me that he was suffering terribly mentally. I knew - it was evident from his behaviour, which had become ever more erratic and temperamental. He was becoming a problem in the business, in fact. Anyway, he asked me to step up and act as him for a while.
He was involved in a pretty nasty court case, and was struggling with the return to work after lockdowns. Many of our staff had developed the mentality that they were now entitled to work from home, and this caused a lot of friction as he tried to get them to come back into the office. He just wasn’t coping.
Further, he told me that he was planning to sell the brokerage, and that he was going to step out of the industry following that. That seemed like a good idea to me, he’s already made a fortune in the industry and I didn’t see any point in him mentally suffering any more.
So I agreed to step up, and I did. I might add I did it for not much extra money, because I cared about him and wanted to “do the right thing by him”. I resolved to myself that no matter how tough things got, I’d stick around until his exit from the industry, though I wasn’t so sure I wanted to continue the role after the sale.
My wife had worked for him and told me of the sorts of things he’d been up to as well, and it wasn’t anything I wanted to be associated with. Some of the clients he had cultivated were not the sorts of clients you really want, they were used to my boss doing dishonest things for them and didn’t take it well when I didn’t want to.
To be perfectly honest, my boss had done my head in a bit, him and his wife. They played all sorts of games with me to get me to do what they wanted. In April 2021 I had a broker I was mentoring suddenly turn on me and try to get me fired (she was unsuccessful and ended up quitting over it), which was a horrible experience. My boss certainly didn’t support me the way I expected, though to be fair, he did end up apologising for that whole episode (out of self-interest, I suspect).
I was holding everything together almost single-handed, patching things up with sticky tape. I was overwhelmed with work, and inherited problems, some of them very tricky and difficult problems that had been exacerbated either by neglect or mishandling. I was handling most staff queries/complaints and escalations. I’d even open the place up in the morning, close it down at night, take out the bins etc etc.
My job took over my life and started consuming me.
I think I did a pretty decent job, all the staff there told me so anyway, in fact many of them expressed the view that they were glad I was the one leading, not him.
The sale was to go through by mid 2021, and by June I was very, very stressed out indeed. I had (valid) misgivings about the new boss, and as it turned out, my old boss had told me numerous lies about the sale, the conditions of my re-employment, and so on.
At the same time, here in WA, as the vaccines for Covid arrived, the hate and division over it started almost immediately. It had already been stirred up by the media, and I knew that mandates were almost a certainty at some point in the future. I had grave misgivings about the vaccine approach and had no intention of getting it.
It was basically too much for me to bear. My health was suffering, I’d lost a lot of my fitness and had stacked on a lot of weight, my job was consuming me. Plus there were all these lies, and misgivings about the new people. Plus it looked like, despite their assurances, that my old boss was going to stay involved in the clients, meaning I’d end up with two bosses. Everyone knows that is a bad situation.
So I decided about a fortnight after the sale, that indeed it was time for me to move on, or at least take a break from the industry. I needed some time to get stuck back into fitness, get my head together and so on. Maybe then I could rejoin the industry, but until then, I felt I wasn’t really in a fit state to continue working.
My old boss had wanted me to stay for another year at least. He had a “rise and fall clause” in his contract of sale and he saw me as a way of getting the most out of that. But after him lying to me about various things about the sale and the terms of my ongoing employment, I didn’t feel that I owed him that at all.
I reached out to him and let him know what was going on as a courtesy, and he reacted with rage. I spoke to the new boss and I suggested that if they wanted to give me a few months off without pay, that could potentially work too.
Unfortunately my old boss wasn’t having any of it and poisoned that well. I confronted him about the lies he told me, he was unrepentant and still considered me the villain. Him and his wife offered me some money to appease me, but it was too late for any of that. That’s the last time I have spoken to him. I considered him a friend, but I guess I was badly mistaken. I don’t think he has the capacity for friendship, he is too self-serving.
Since then, he’s used his influence in my wife’s family to basically turn them against me and my wife. Pretty effectively too, we haven’t spoken to some of them since 2021. Even her parents got involved. The whole episode was repulsive, frankly. Overnight, I went from being the venerated golden boy to the biggest villain ever, I was painted black and blamed for all the problems that occurred after I left (even though many of those problems were simply problems I inherited from him and wasn’t able to resolve before I left).
I posted on LinkedIn about it, before I got kicked off LinkedIn I saved it here for posterity.
I still get quite emotional when I read this, it definitely captures the moment I was leaving very well.
I also posted this song in the comments, because I’d heard it the night I made my decision. It’s a composition by an Icelandic band by the name of Sigur Ros, it’s remarkable. Somehow this piece of music captured for me the notion of breaking free from this very stressful existence I was living. To me, this little piece of beautiful music captured all my hopes for something better. It still does, but as time has gone by, I feel sadness that none of those hopes are coming to fruition.
It really is beautiful, do yourself a favour and have a listen.
Why I decided I had to get involved
When I left my job, my faith in humanity was very, very low. I’d been backstabbed, vilified, even my wife’s parents were talking against me. Everyone just turned on me, it seemed. At least my wife has always had my back, and my mum. But many people hated me then, and still do now, and none of them have ever spoken to me honestly of it and given me the right of reply. Just knives in the back.
I was in such a black place, I wondered if humanity deserved what was coming to it. Some days I felt that if we just wiped ourselves out, that would be the best thing, in the end. I’d just had enough of people, in a lot of ways, I’d been treated badly, and it wasn’t the first time. In truth, I was bitter, and still am. I did everything to try to do right by others over that time, and look what I got in return. Sometimes I wanted the ending where we all die.
I had to rise up from this.
So I turned to my church, my bastion of strength, the thing that I discovered in 2010 that has kept me sane ever since, and that is Jacob’s Ladder. For those that don’t know it, Jacob’s Ladder is just a stairway at the edge of Kings Park. 242 steps. It doesn’t sound like a lot, but it’s enough to get your heart rate up, that’s for sure.
Grinding up and down these stairs has made me a familiar face here, and I know all the regulars. That is the best part of this place, the people, and I was immediately validated for my decision to return to the ladder.
See, losing my faith in humanity was dumb, I don’t know what I was thinking. All I had to do was go outside, go exercise, and there were wonderful people everywhere, saying the most beautiful things to me.
I posted about this, again, I saved it to here for posterity, or so I thought. I literally just discovered that I didn’t, and I’m sad, because it was a very positive post.
I had a sudden range of experiences with random people, you see. As I got to the ladder one day, a huge rough looking bald guy with tattoos looks up at me, and gives me the most disarming smile ever, and greets me and wishes me a good morning in the most delightful manner. Another guy stops me on the ladder, and in a thick Russian accent says “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with guts like you!”.
A random (not sleazy) lady stops me at the top of the ladder, and says “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you have the most beautiful energy about you”. I started making new friends on the ladder again all of a sudden.
All these little random events, with random people.
Seriously, want to restore your faith in humanity? Go to a park and talk to some real people, get off social media and actually strike up a conversation with someone random. You’ll see! There are arseholes everywhere, but the lovely people outnumber them.
It restored my faith in humanity again, and I resolved to myself that humanity was still worth saving. I still believe that to this day, despite all the shit I’ve been through. I reconnected with myself and my values and realised that this fight was worth fighting.
There was a moment for me though, when I was more or less “switched on”. It happened in a LinkedIn thread, it was before mandates, and it was discussing the potential of jab mandates to work. I’ve always been opposed to forcing medication on people for anything, and this included vaccines, so just the fact that people were discussing it was distressing to me.
One of my connections, a quantity surveyor, who I’d had some great insurance and risk discussions with in the past was also quite upset at this line of discussion, and he posted a brilliant comment, which I wish I had saved, given its subsequent significance in my own life.
It went along the lines of “these unvaccinated people you’re talking about are our family, our neighbours, our colleagues, how can you even contemplate this?”. I went in full support of him on the thread and was quickly piled on. I was stunned, it seemed like the majority of people suddenly wanted everyone to have a brand new vaccine to have the right to work.
To me this just seemed insane, and out of all proportion to the risk. Given my profession, I’ve always had a good handle on risk and a pretty rational approach to it. I’m not a box-ticker nor a hysteric, I believe in applying commercial business acumen in a realistic context to risk decisions. This was grossly disproportionate.
So then, as the vaccine mandates loomed, I cracked, and wrote this post on LinkedIn.
In this post, I acknowledge that adopting this stance may be bad for me professionally, again, prophetic words, as they turned out.
My contacts started exploding, my number of connections rose to thousands within a few months. I attracted all kinds of people from all over the place, and people seemed drawn to my writing and posts. I met some of the most amazing people, and I still miss many of them.
My English teacher in high school always said to me “You’re hiding your light under a bushel, you’re a great writer. Come out into the light.”. Years later, I saw him out in public, and the only thing he said to me was “are you still hiding that light”?
I realised that this was maybe one way I could make a difference. So I spent months fighting wars online with people falling into bigotry, trying to convince people that this was all inhuman, and that there was a better way. I had this thought, that if I could just come up with the right combinations of words, that maybe I could save some people. I really hope I did. I know it made a difference to some, I had many people reach out to me telling me exactly that.
I read up on the new vaccines, and I had a very big moment when I read some of Geert Vandenbosche’s rationale of why a vaccine was a bad idea. I had big misgivings about it almost straight away, and was warning people about it.
So at that point I was basically an activist online, an “antivaxer” or “cooker” as we later came to be known. I’d made my choice, I realised it might come with consequences, but I was going to forge on anyway. I warred with vaccine bigots, I posted about human rights, many of these posts are saved on this substack for posterity if you care to take a look. Many of my posts were cancelled, of course, as censorship picked up.
I always tried to be decent about it, not swear at people, and be open to discussion. I copped a lot of abuse, threats, you name it. I was told I’d be unemployable in Perth, which has turned out to be true. I was told I was on a Police list, which I still don’t know if it is true.
When the protests against the mandates kicked off here in Perth, I was initially very hesitant. After all, we’d seen the footage of Victorian Police becoming very violent towards protesters, I half-expected it to go that way here too. I have to hand it to WA Police though, on the whole they’ve been pretty good, barring a few isolated incidents/scenarios. I never saw much agro between Police and protesters at the many rallies I went to in Perth.
I thought it was going to be tiny, I knew we were in a minority. That’s why I was blown away when I came around the corner and saw thousands of people standing in Forrest Place.
I never got intimately involved in the protest movement, I was very suspicious. There were a lot of movements within the movement, and some pretty kooky ones. But I went to nearly all the mandate protests, and marched alongside other people who believed we should have freedom from medical tyranny.
I’ve always resolved to myself that I wasn’t going to get too kooky about all of this, and try to keep my issues and protests grounded on things that were real. Little did I know that as I dug deeper into things, my notions of what was real were to be severely challenged. Facing the reality of today was a process, a gradual one for me, and it was difficult at times. For me that’s mostly because the real situation, when all laid out, sounds absolutely ludicrous. I don’t blame people for being skeptical at all.
So I went from realising there was a problem with our Covid response, then to the vaccines, then looking into the WHO, UN, the “Great Reset” proposed by the World Economic Forum, the Fourth Industrial revolution, transhumanism, and all the rest. Not to mention the sick spirituality behind it all.
This is why I say to people - if you’re trying to wake people up, be gentle. It’s a lot to take in. You have to start at the edges.
So then as mandates dropped in Perth, in mid 2022, I started looking for work again, but I still kept up my online activity.
I had almost immediate success, and looked to be a shoe-in for a decent role, but then they “discovered” my LinkedIn profile and told me they thought I wasn’t professional enough for them. They’re struggling these days, I’ll enjoy watching the insolvency unfold.
The very same day, my LinkedIn profile was nuked for good.
So now my thousands of contacts, my reach, my ability to connect with amazing people around the world was taken off me in a heartbeat, for sharing an article from Australia’s biggest news site on vaccine harms. Not only that, I was denied the job on the basis of that profile, that no longer existed.
What a shitty double-blow that was.
Then at the end of that year, I was offered a job, but when I got the contract…guess what? When I queried why they still had a vaccine mandate, they ghosted me. Next morning they called and offered one of my friends an interview for the role (without saying anything to me), and when I found out, I simply let them know I was no longer interested. Poor form, I thought. Two days before Xmas too.
So then I wearily entered 2023, and I joined Twitter, since I was bitter with LinkedIn about how I’d been treated.
In March 2023 I went for what was supposed to be a routine procedure, and nearly didn’t survive the experience. I don’t intend to rehash all that here, I wrote a piece on it you can read if you like (it’s a bit bleak, fair warning).
Suffice it to say, it took me a long time to recover, I’d lost a large amount of blood. My aftercare was terrible, my GP really let me down, and it delayed my recovery significantly. I was down and out for months, and felt terrible. I wasn’t really able to conduct activism, and in any case, my Twitter account got nuked for suggesting the sort of justice Fauci should face. I still remember how angry I was with the world for a while there, I was salty indeed…
I still tried my hand at a few jobs, I think in hindsight I was way over-reaching, I don’t think I was anywhere near ready. My medical episode left me in a very poor state of mind in addition to making me feel like a ghost of my former self physically, I had zero stress tolerance.
I got told by one firm I was great but I was too senior for the particular role. They then contacted me a few months later and called me in, only to act in a bizarrely rude way and cut the interview short. The guy was out of the door before I’d even stood up! I still don’t know what it was that triggered that.
After these setbacks my physical woes continued, as I hurt my knee in my enthusiasm get fit again, putting me out of action for weeks. Just as my knee was getting a bit better, a wisdom tooth broke, badly. The dentist tried to extract it and broke it worse, so I ended up having to go to a specialist dentist to get it out (who was an absolute champ), but my jaw was aching for a solid couple of weeks after all that too.
Climbing out of that hole of physical ailments, I applied for a role at a major national corporation, one behind many household names. They wanted a team member for their internal insurance management team. This is the type of role I thrive on and it showed in my interviews, which went very well indeed. One person even expressed during the second interview that they were looking forward to working with me.
Looked like out of the blue I was going to pull victory from the jaws of defeat and find a role outside broking but still within the industry, which would have suited me very well, but alas, it was not to be. They told me that they thought I was too old for the position, which is actually illegal. But I suspect they might have found this substack, or other evidence of my online activity (of which there is a lot!) and decided my politics weren’t a good fit. It was a major disappointment, I still think I would have liked that role and done it well.
That has been the moral of the story ever since, really. I seem to be able to get interviews relatively easily, the interviews go really well, and then I’m lucky if I even get contacted again. I just can’t seem to catch a break vocationally, so I’ve focussed back on writing, and exercising, two things I know are usually productive in some way.
I suppose my words about all this having professional consequences were true.
So that is a very condensed story of how I got to be here, writing a substack as an “activist” rather than being a productive member of society. I initially chose to step out, then found that I had a calling to help people not lapse into vaccine bigotry and to try to warn people, and I’ve been unable to put the wheels back on my insurance career ever since. Not that it was such a stellar career, but I did what I do well, and I have a lot of knowledge, knowledge that is sadly wasted, right now.
So I guess I’m stuck being an activist, for now at least.
I do want to be a useful member of society, but it seems the insurance industry at least has cast me out. After all I’ve done for it, it just doesn’t seem to want me anymore, most likely due to my political stance on the current situation. I thought employment decisions weren’t supposed to me made on that sort of basis, but so be it.
I have yet to discover if I have prospects in other areas, but the initial prognosis is poor at my age.
So the preceding wall of text is my account of my journey into activism, and how the insurance industry broke my heart. For those who wanted to know - now you know.
For me I think it’s most likely time to say goodbye, goodbye to the industry and all the stress and dishonesty that exists within it. Goodbye to the mental challenges I relished, and the relationships I had within the industry. Goodbye to it all.
Part of me is relieved, but part of me is very sad indeed. I made a good contribution, I know that, but now all I find is backs turned on me.
But before I say goodbye, I want some closure. For me, that is knowing that my knowledge hasn’t gone to waste.
This brings me to where I am today.
As my way of saying goodbye and good luck, I’m going to combine two things I’m quite good at - that is, writing and insurance. That’s right, I’m going to write a book about insurance.
“BORING!” - I hear you think, but hear me out here.
This is going to be a brutally honest guide for a person running a business, on how to approach their insurance program. Because I no longer have ties to the industry, it’s going to be a remarkably honest text. This text could save people big money, just like I used to do for my clients.
I do have a lot of knowledge on this topic, and I enjoy writing about it. I don’t know why I’ve never thought of doing this before. I’m pretty sure I can do this very well indeed.
My working title is “Am I covered?”, as this is the question I’ve heard most from customers over the years. But I’ll cover a lot more than that, you can be sure of that.
I’m working on it, it’s going to take some time, but I’ll of course share details when there’s more to share.
So, to those of you who wanted to know how I got to where I am today and asked me to write my story about it, this one’s for you. I’m not sure if this means anything to anyone, but it was quite an emotional ride for me to share this with everyone in this way, so I’m hoping so.
I truly hope society isn’t done with me yet, I still have so much to give.
Thanks for reading, as always. Keep fighting, we’ve got this, we’re going to win.
….oh and Mr Mendel??
I’m not hiding my light anymore.
“Cattle die, kinsmen die,
Some day you’ll die too,
I’ll tell you one thing that never dies,
The judgement on each man dead”
Peter, what a perfect story! Thank you.
I met up with you in 2021 I think and immediately saw that you wrote the Truth. We few all did, back then.
Back then a few of us could see what was happening very clearly. I think 'we early awake' were very puzzled by the behaviour of our 'bedfellows'.
'How can you not see that you are being lied to?' We asked.
We called them Sleepers.
How do you wake up a sleeper?
You can't, they have to wake up on their own.
We knew there would be vxxine damage.
We knew this whole thing signalled something very bad.
Pete, I'm glad you are on the mend, physically, emotionally and Spiritually [big topic here :)
People are waking up more now and they need some tools to help them cope, reading your story will help them
plus
this little gem https://www.bitchute.com/video/VJsl7gHvpHEK/
https://tinyurl.com/3y76ax7t
Forlorn Finbul, Bless You, keep on keeping on, we can be slowed down, but we cannot be stopped.
OMwards!
[Budhist joke]
Moi
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Hey! I have been thinking about how you are and I hoped you are doing well.
Although it doesn't read that you have had it easy, I am really glad to see that you are still able to pick yourself up, find your truth and battle on.
Sorry to read about your work situation, however, I am as a little kid would be at the prospect of a trip with their dad to do something they love, excited for you mate. This will be a good thing!
PS. I also got booted from linkedin in the end. Haven't bothered to ask for their "leniency" and lost almost 20 years of connections just like that. When they booted me, I momentarily got cranky, but more so that I could not finish my dispute with what was probably an AI bot seeking out those who stand against the establishment. :P
Love reading your truth. In one way or another, our journeys are intertwined.
Keep fighting the good fight and keep writing, as you've helped remind me that I am not alone in my struggles, many a time and I am sure there are many others that feel as I do.