Why Do I Still Give A Fuck?

Is there any point in getting wound up by fucking idiots and their psychopathic trans human handlers?

I didn’t read any of these books, but it confirms to me and comforts me that there seems to be a high demand for advice on exactly “how we learn to not to give a fuck.”

“Why Do I Still Give A Fuck” was my spontaneous angry reaction when I read the outcome of the so-called enquiry into Excess-Death in Australia. Immediately after, however, I was surprised about my emotional response.

After all, right from the moment I read who runs it, I didn’t have much hope or expectations for a truthful and healing outcome. After seeing who had put in the first submission (ABS—The Australian Bureau of Statistics), I saw the writing on the wall. Then I learned that they refuse to upload most submissions to their Website and deny all Australians to read non-state-sanctioned accounts and opinions about it. I knew it was rigged long before the report was published.

But foolishly, at one stage, I even considered submitting this statistical article as evidence for the harmful nature of these injections - based on their own numbers.(ABS)

But then I realized I had already missed the deadline. Thanks God. It would have been such a waste of time and would certainly not have been uploaded for everyone to see. And I would be a lot angrier now for betraying myself again by ignoring and overruling my inner voice and wisdom.

I received one flattering comment, reinforcing my conviction that I was onto something with my calculations and that my hypothesis wasn’t that of a paranoid lunatic. It made sense to others, too.

Jeremy Sickelmore

Jun 1Liked by Being Nobody, Going Nowhere

Beautifully lucid & fact oriented. Even if this piece can't be submitted to the Senate Enquiry directly, it should be submitted to AMPS, senators Babette, Roberts, ... or to the wider world eg Steve Kirsh.

Despite that, I never sent it to the good guys. They already knew, and some of them knew before me.

So why was I still surprised about the outcome and so enraged about this paragraph from their report?

Over the course of the inquiry, the evidence presented to the committee overwhelmingly pointed to COVID-19 as the key contributing factor to excess mortality during 2021–2023. This included deaths both directly and indirectly caused by the virus.

Two days ago, I read a longish summary of the report on ABC News, Australia, the official government propaganda mouthpiece funded by us, the taxpayers. That evoked some scorn and disgust, but this was dampened by “what else do I expect?”

I expected ABC to heavily manipulate the truth in favour of the system, as they tend to do. A day later, I learned they didn’t need to do that. The report itself already did it. It literally put the truth upside down—the cart before the horse. The madness is not over, folks. On the contrary, it gets entrenched and written into history books. Lies turn into truth. Mad conclusions get normalized.

And the whole fucking world acts like nothing is happening. Once again, I get reminded of the German Nazis who did the same, and the population is still acting dumb when confronted with it:

Auschwitz Didn't Suddenly Fall From The Skies

So I got fucking angry as I sometimes do just thinking about in what a Banana-Republik I live. And what a Banana-Republik most of the world had become.

I recently even imagine sometimes how it would be to live in one of the “olden-style” Banana-Republics, like Malawi in Africa, for example. (No offence to the beautiful people of Malawi)

I don’t want to minimize the sheer brutality and corruption of many of these systems. Still, maybe my humble savings have much bigger buying power with the local authorities, which would protect me.

First, we had international tourism, mainly because it was cheaper overseas.

Then we had medical tourism because it was cheaper overseas

Soon, we might have “corruption tourism” because the bribes are much cheaper overseas.

Who can compete with Pfizer regarding the independent Excess Death Committee? I can’t, and neither can the good Senators.

Sorry, I digress—one of my most prominent vices. My brain wants to go into every rabbit hole it can sniff out. But I am training and taming it. I set myself two hours for this article and a 5-minute recurring alarm reminding me to return to the topic.

Ah, the topic.

Why Do I Still Give A Fuck? Why do I still care about others? The world? The stupids? The retarded? The sociopaths? The anal retentives? The scared-stupid, helpless old people sitting alone in a rundown retirement home or a posh one? Why do I still care about the fat, pseudo-trans, woke, sick, vomiting marshmallow generation? Why do I still care about mass culling and depopulation?

Why do I still give a fuck?

Nothing of all this affects me personally. I do not belong to any of the cohorts mentioned above. I am not tangled up in greedy, evil, sociopathic Banana-Republik games. I don’t consider myself overly retarded or stupid. Sure, I have my moments, but……

……here goes the alarm bell again. What’s your point, man? Why do you still give a fuck?

Well, after my first hot anger ceded, I noticed fear. I imagined this corruption getting worse and significantly more totalitarian and creepy, which freaked me out temporarily.

I then noticed how I got angry again and had a strong impulse to jump on Substack to rage and rant and swear and incite and shit like that. I don’t know about you, but it feels a lot more powerful to feel angry than fearful.

But I resisted that impulse because of something I read a few days ago just before I fell asleep. In my recent article, “Find yourself first, and endless blessings will follow”, I describe how this spiritual process works for me in more detail.

I can’t find the exact quote of what I read, but this one is similar:

There is a centre that imparts reality to whatever it perceives. All you need is to understand that you are the source of reality, that you give reality instead of getting it, that you need no support and no confirmation. Things are as they are, because you accept them as they are. Stop accepting them and they will dissolve. Whatever you think about with desire or fear appears before you as real. Look at it without desire or fear and it does lose substance. Pleasure and pain are momentary. It is simpler and easier to disregard them than to act on them. (Source: I Am That)

Whatever you think about with desire or fear appears before you as real

That made me contemplate.

Somewhere else, I read that I should feel first and not act on desire or fear. I should simply stay in the current feeling, be aware of it, and resist the impulse to act on it. That has become my practice over the past few days.

So, I didn’t jump up from my sunchair this morning in hot anger to verbalize my frustration, anger, and fear online. I spared my dog, too. And my wife.

I just waited instead and felt it. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t too hard either. I felt myself slowly getting more distance from my angry self. Then, remembering the core maxim of Advaita Vedanta, Non-Duality, that “I can’t be what I can observe,” I felt myself slowly getting distant from my angry self.

I can’t be the subject and the object, at least not in this mental world of manifested, hardwired duality……..ding, ding, ding…….alarm going off again……back to the topic…..

So, the anger subsided and was replaced by fear. More impulses had to be ignored. It was even more challenging to feel fear than anger, but eventually, the fear subsided, too.

After all, it can be observed. It isn’t me. I am the one feeling it. But I am much more than that, can observe much more. My body lying in the sun, the garden, the birds, the sky - eventually, the realization that the whole world, as I know it, is purely mental and within me.

To quote one of Nisargadatta’s diamonds: “Where is the world if I am not? For the world to be, I must be there first to perveicve it.”

I am not in the world; the world is within me. All sensual perceptions are ultimately mental, too. What I see, hear, smell, feel, think, remember, and anticipate are all mental states.

Everything perceivable or conceivable is in the mind. And none of that is me. I can’t be what I conceive or perceive.

Now, there is nothing wrong with a mental world. The mind got a bit of a bad reputation in recent pseudo-spiritual circles that misunderstand some teachings.

Nothing needs to be changed. There is nothing wrong or right, holy or evil about the mind. The transient, ever-changing, ever-fluctuating, and unreal nature of the mind, in all its horror and glory, is what it is: mind playing.

Only our identification with it, believing that we are what we notice instead of just noticing it, is the problem…….

…..ding, ding, ding

Then the first question, on the deckchair, “so if I shouldn’t act on desire and fear, shouldn’t act on impulse, will there ever be a reason to act at all?”

This led to the question: “Is there anything else but desire and fear? If we dig deep enough and long enough, isn’t the root of every action based on desire or fear?

I long ago read the mysterious truth that if we can formulate a question, the answer is already present in our unconscious—there is no need to think about it. The answer will present itself when the time is right, not earlier or later. And the time is right when we are ready to hear it.

Did I say these things are a bit weird, complex and mysterious?

Anyway, I spontaneously got up from my deckchair (with no apparent free will or previous decision-making and not based on an impulse based on desire and fear), and made myself an excellent coffee.

What more can you ask for?

Then, once again, unmediated and spontaneously, I microdosed something sacred. It just happened.

And then the answer came. In a well-meaning, gentle lecturing style, both from within and without me.

“Be clear about your deeper motivations before you start writing. Even with a small readership, you are still responsible for the seeds you distribute to each of your readers. Words and ideas are like little mind seeds sent out into the world. Many land on barren ground. But some might land in a fertile, receptive mind and grow there.

Seeds of bitterness can grow trees of hate.

Seeds of anger can grow trees of rage.

Seeds of worry can grow trees of fear.

And all these trees will grow seeds of their own, spreading everywhere. Trees will turn into forests.

But the same is true for seeds of hope, resilience, joy, love, compassion and connection.

Therefore, only write from there. Only send seeds supporting life, healing, hope, joy, love, and compassion.”

Thank you, universe.

Two hours have passed.

Step 1

Pleasure and pain are momentary. It is simpler and easier to disregard them than to act on them.

Step 2

Feel without acting

Step 3

Wait until the winds of desire and fear have settled again

Step 4

Before they flare up again, just be and wait. Trust something natural, spontaneous, and unmediated to emerge, and watch yourself act on it.

Step 5

Be aware of being aware. Be mindful if you are spreading seeds. Be aware if these seeds serve the greater good and are born from joy, love, and compassion for the world.

If not, go back to Step 1.

I feel I still haven’t fully answered the question: Why the fuck do I still care?

Here she comes:

Because not giving a fuck is what they do.

Because not caring about others and the greater good is what they do

Because “not giving a fuck” is what they want us to do - to become indifferent, to become a robot, to become a non-feeler, a non-thinker, a selfish prick.

That’s what they are and want us to be, too, because it would make them feel much better about themselves.

Lovers are the biggest and most painful thorn in the flesh of indifferent, cold, and cruel people. It reminds them every time of what they have lost - their hearts. And nothing hurts more. That’s why they want the lovers gone.

But I refuse to oblige, and herein lies the true meaning of “do not comply”. It is much more than a mere physical resistance.

They can steal all my possessions, but I won’t let them steal my heart.

They can strip me of all my social privileges, but they can’t strip me of my dignity.

They can take my body, but they will never be able to take my spirit.

As long as I remember to remember, as long I am aware of being aware, as long I am not kidnapped by desire and fear, I am safe.

I can’t be what I can observe, and what I am can’t be seen or known—not by me nor by anyone else. This is a space where no mind or science can ever go because it resides beyond it.

I can reside in pure being, and then I know everything I need to know at a given moment.

So why do I still give a fuck?

Not doing so will separate me from the whole and isolate me into a zombie state, the state of the non-living, the walking dead.

No, thank you. You can keep that.

No matter what you try, you will not get my heart and spirit.

When you desire and fear, and identify yourself with your feelings, you create sorrow and bondage. When you create with love and wisdom, and remain unattached to your creations, the result is harmony and peace

Nisargadatta Maharaj

Ok, it took three hours, but I am at peace now. And that’s what I wish all of you. But you don’t need my wishes. You can create it within yourself.

The Kingdom of Heaven is within You.

Jesus of Nazareth, formerly known as Jesus Christ (I just unweaponized him from the Christian clutches)