
The grift never ends. Those who go after Big Pharma are themselves Big Pharma. They sell their wares, especially in regards to detoxing the stupid people who got a Covid “V” (using Northrup’s preferred vocabulary. When you’ve got the audience hooked, you have to keep them hooked. And so she does and will and there is no end to it, until she dies herself and the next one steps up to continue the work . . . all in the name of the spiritual place humanity is headed to. When she dies, and she will, as the rest of us will too, her flock will have to figure out why. Naturally, the “why” will add to the list of conspiracies. The thing is, her death will mean nothing in regards to her purpose these past two years. Oh for sure, the vulnerable, the hurting, the confused and the fearful will always remember her so called benevolent and loving harp. They will always remember how she “ministered” to their souls as she tried to be a spiritual leader to them all, appearing both humble and chosen. They will always praise her for giving of herself so unselfishly for the benefit of humankind. All her prophecies that never came to fruition will fall prey to yet more conspiratorial stories. Maybe even a whole new religion based on a cracked foundation of zero evidence for her claims will form. However, countless individuals like my mother, will be left totally depressed (she is because nothing Northrup says has happened as she said it would) if she in fact outlives Northrup. And though I have concentrated here on Northrup, there are others out there that are far worse than her if you can believe it. Mom ingests all of them.
I’m looking for my off-ramp where Northrup is concerned. The amount of material to focus on is abundant. It is never-ending. It has been enough for me to delve into for very personal reasons. Like all the years I studied to understand my former Christian belief system. At some point, I moved on from that, though I can engage, I often choose not too. Or, I limit my input. There comes a time when the sorrow attached to it all weighs heavily on the heart. The exercise has been beneficial for understanding me, mom and a lot of humanity throughout history. I don’t have the energy anymore to go point by point to try and warn and or educate. My therapist shared something, with a caveat that at first this sounds terrible to say, but: Some people are just terminal.
Without going into more personal detail, this wasn’t about suicide or suicidal ideation. This was more about, if I understand it correctly, accepting that some people can’t be moved. And it’s more than a sense of them not wanting to move, they just can’t. They are in their own world and regardless of the reasons, some people can’t reason other than where they are at.
Over the years of recovery for me, I have read, I have studied, I have prayed my knees raw (in those years), I have listened, I have contemplated, I have educated myself and I have played devil’s advocate. If you’re going to try to educate others than you have to spend time studying the other side. Until of course, it’s time to stop. It doesn’t matter about their new tricks. There aren’t any new tricks. Actually, nothing has changed. I look at Christianity. What has really changed? Maybe that there are more denominations/sects now then when I joined up . . . but they’re still Christianity. I look at Northrup. What has really changed since she went full-on anti-everything and full-on conspiracy-everything? Nothing really. She’s still evangelizing her spirituality. Yes they move the goal posts all over the place but to no advantage really, other than keeping the minnows trapped in the minnow trap and putting food on her own table.