MY next-door neighbour is delusional. She has been one of the worst people I have ever met who is fully on board with the Covid narrative.
My wife refuses to speak to her and thinks she is a malevolent, wicked person. I, by contrast, have kept up a relationship of sorts with her because she has become a widow during the Covid crisis and is now living alone and needs help and assistance.
She has a love-hate relationship with me because I have helped her on numerous occasions with shopping, lifts and DIY jobs. But more often I have offered a listening ear and whenever she sees me in my garden, she always comes near and tells me her woes … of which there are plenty.
I listen sympathetically and I know it does her good and helps alleviate her loneliness. That’s the love aspect. But the downside is the hate aspect. She knows I haven’t been jabbed (not that I have told her) and she’s never forgotten the fact that I was the only person in the church not to wear a mask at her husband’s funeral in November 2020.
I NEVER discuss Covid or world affairs, or indeed anything controversial, with her because she has such a closed mind and such a narrow view of the world that it is impossible to have an intelligent conversation.
She is a lifetime Guardian reader and BBC watcher. There is no doubt that within my experience to date ‘Jean’ is the most complete victim of mass formation hypnosis I have yet seen. And I have seen plenty.
It was Novak Djokovic’s win at Wimbledon on Sunday that seems to have tipped her over the edge in our latest encounter. After listening to an update on her back problems and ME (a condition she has suffered from for many years) she regaled me with a tirade of abuse aimed at Djokovic and all ‘you anti-vaxxers’ who are putting our lives in danger. The emphasis on ‘you’ being a direct insult to me.
And on it came: ‘How can you live with yourself not having the jab to protect us all? If we all thought only of ourselves there would be millions more dead than the horrific numbers there already are … the NHS is floundering under the pressure of Covid and nurses themselves are becoming infected and are dying and ill … you are so selfish and think only of yourself that you are a danger to society …’
And on it came, insult after insult. And as I looked at her, not saying a word in return, I saw them … her eyes. They were swollen, staring, and full of rage and hate – and this all directed at me.
Lucky then that I’ve made it a practice these past 18 months to oppose the narrative wherever I can, because it has taught me so much. How and when to ask some mild questions; when to shut up and say nothing; when to move on from a conversation that is fruitless, but, joy of joys, when to engage with people who are fully awake, half awake and/or full of doubts and curiosity about the turmoil they see around them.
With Jean, it was a feeling of sorrow and sadness coupled with frustration and pity. Was I not filled with anger and a desire to shout back at her and tell her straight how it was she who was the danger to society and why did she think it was okay to abuse me in this way?
Of course I felt this, but I kept quiet and my only response, eventually, was to say that I was sorry she felt the need to talk to me like this and that freedom to choose our individual medical procedures was sacrosanct in a free society – which seemed to elicit more abuse. So I reverted to the silent response.
She eventually ran out of steam (as all those who ‘vent abuse’ always do. It’s exhausting keeping up this level of anger and hate) and, muttering under her breath, turned away and picked at some weeds in her flower border.
As I’ve got older, I’ve realised it is the negative events in life that build our characters and provide the fertile ground for personal growth. But boy, it’s hard!
None of us want to have things happen to us that are unpleasant and upset our sense of equanimity. But they do, and this is life – a comprehensive list of challenges that face us from cradle to grave.
But it’s all about understanding and tolerance and recognising where the evil lies, and not placing the blame on victims who are just that – victims!
My neighbour is a victim. She has had her life destroyed by an evil government completely and utterly bent on a direction that is wreaking havoc not only economically, but on the mental and physical health of this country.
For a disease that was officially downgraded to that of a flu-like illness on March 19 2020 and has a survival rate of 99.95 per cent, there is no other word than evil to describe what they are up to.
Thankfully, it seems, the world is waking up to the devastating policies that are being pushed by those who would want to see a globalist elite rule over us and every day we are witnessing events including assassinations (Abe in Japan); resignations of senior politicians (Johnson and his ministers); riots (Sri Lanka); huge anti-government demonstrations (Holland, Italy, France and more) and South American countries that refuse to have anything to do with globalist ambitions.
This is all excellent news and very encouraging for those of us who have long since been opposed to what has been happening. Sadly, I fear, it may be too late for those who have been so deeply traumatised to ever completely recover and regrettably, I have to say, that my neighbour Jean is included in this number.
