On July 19, 2017, I posted an article relative to the direction the world was blowing. What I didn’t know then was that things were already well advanced.
I had stopped writing from 2010, pretty much, thru 2016 because my hands had become so crippled. I had seen a neuro-psychologist who recommended I go back to writing and that I should also take a drug by the name of Aricept.
I periodically experienced what I called word-abysses and could not remember a word. More significantly, I could not verbalize any concept relative to a word, so no replacements were available to my lips.
A simple example could be tree [although the usual words were more complex]:
Think of all the words used for tree—tree, oak, maple, wood, and on and on and on…
Where that word [and all its relations] resided in my brain turned into a black hole. I could get none of them from my brain to my lips. I had been getting sicker and sicker, so I thought what I was experiencing was part of a dying process. I thought it was the beginning of my loss of language. I thought it was over for me.
I took the suggested drug and went on the wildest ride of my life. It WAS meant to impact the brain, and impact the brain it did. When I wrote ‘Incorporated World, I had been ‘given’ permission to stop the drug. When I wasn’t finding refuge in the keyboard, I was sitting in a chair, clenching my fists, and praying the damage would reverse.
It seems my word abysses resulted from being administered the Prevnar [pnuemonia shot laced with aluminum] in one arm and the flu shot [laced with mercury] in the other in one sitting. I remember asking if it was safe to do so and being waved off with assurances that it was. I was made to feel silly for even asking.
Aluminum is bad—mercury is worse—but together, they are a shit-storm. I have no idea how I recovered, but it took a few years and a little help from a friend.
‘Incorporated World’ was my rendition of what I thought corporations had in store for us. Since 2010, I had seen a strange behavioral shift in the political party for which I most often voted. They were becoming ruthless, nasty, and omnipotent. I couldn’t understand it.
By February 2018, I realized pharmaceutical products were my problem. They were making me sick—killing me—I stopped all but one—antibiotics. I stopped those a year later when I realized they were damaging my lungs. Go figure…
Let’s move on to: “Incorporated World” and see how it was a few years ago.
An Incorporated World is in the Offing
I’ve tried to ignore what I’ve considered to be an evolutionary backslide for quite a while. I hunker down in my dream and hope events will bypass me, but I know, in my heart, they won’t.
I’m embarking on a journey of relying on a system that might not be in place for much longer. I’m going from feeling fiercely independent to dependency. I will be applying for the dreaded Medicaid soon. I see that going the way of the dinosaurs if the new ACA gets passed.
ScyFy channel recently promoted a series by the name of Incorporated. It is the world where Governments no longer exist, and Corporations run the world. In it, people no longer scream for living wages; they scream for survival. The have-nots are grateful for jobs cleaning the Haves’ houses and toilets. The have-nots become the discarded.
The Haves desperately hold on to Corporate jobs, undergoing loyalty tests and screenings to ensure they do not leave their corporate buildings with trade secrets. The punishment for transgressions is exile to the Red Zone, where people struggle to eke out survival.
Get a load of Episode 1:
Pretty women from the Red Zone are enticed into a world of prostitution for denizens of the Green Zone. They are meat on a slab. They gratefully lie down and use their bodies as currency and as a way to save loved ones.
Incorporated is not as far-fetched as it seems. We recently escaped the Trans-Pacific Partnership (TPP), where what was supposed to be a trade partnership evolved into corporate giveaways to the tune of 87%. Such an agreement fulminated a bypass of our courts, creating tribunals staffed by corporate loyalists to decide disagreements. It was negotiated in secret for six years by the US Government. Canada passed its own secret deal called CETA, capturing all of Europe. The TPP captured much of the rest of the world.
If I recall correctly, my reading of the TPP set criteria for pricing strategies that would be endured by those of us currently living in the not-so-imaginary Red Zone. Say Colorado passed a law against fracking; corporations could take their case to the tribunals, suing the State for lost profits, and probably winning. People be damned.
Prescription drug prices were negotiated to be set and approved by drug companies. Prices already so far out of reach for many would remain so. The dangers of TPP drug policies are discussed somewhat here and here.
The consolidation of wealth is inevitable now. Five men now own half of the world. It’s as if the top is sucking from the bottom. As we grovel along, creating wealth for those too greedy to share it, we peter out and die from exhaustion and disease.
TPP is gone for the US now, but other countries signed on to it. It would be ludicrous to think corporations will give up their quest for total control of our lives—and deaths—
and in 2020—our bodies.
Here’s a link to the original. A little rough around the edges, but online articles were a bit new to me:
Copyright 2017 Joyce Bowen
About the Author: Joyce Bowen is a freelance writer and public speaker. Inquiries can be made at firstname.lastname@example.org