Hello and welcome to becoming a refugee in the time of covid. My name is Guy Duperreault. I’m writing / reading from México about an hour out from the centre of the delightful small city of Oaxaca. This essay began when I heard someone say something that disgusted me. More than that, triggered me into a disgusted state, one in which I wanted, ached, to use words to shock with a carefully crafted verbal assault, a blitzkrieg of death to wake her out of being a smug necromonger.
I heard the elderly woman, likely from the USA, casually telling her two companions in an easy, familiar way, share her concern about overpopulation, overconsumption and climate change. Then she said ‘It was too bad that the last pandemic wasn’t good enough to help with that.’ She sounded like she was speaking with straight-faced seriousness. ‘We can hope,’ she added, ‘that the next pandemic will do a better job than the last one did.’ Despite my initial gut feeling of disgust I wanted, I hoped that she was joking. As she continued moralising with smug self-righteousness it was clear that she was indeed deadly serious. Then she turned her concerns to the banal logistics of travel and family matters. That hit me as the true banality of evil.
To my surprise, as I considered my reaction — I had been triggered — this became the path to my own self directed disgust hidden in my unconscious. With some digging, and using the clue of when it was that I started wearing eye-glasses, I remembered my twelve year old self reluctantly making a spit and blood oath to the death with my best friend at the time. I had allowed myself to be bullied by him to swear on shared blood something that severed my relation with my anima / soul. I was so disgusted with myself for bowing to his pressure that a part of me broke off and decided that I didn’t want to see the truth of my own disgusting behaviour.
After that discovery I turned my eyes towards morals and morality, with a particular focus on the morality of disgust as the energising agent that turns a disgruntled crowd into a mob lost in mass formation filled with sufficient energy to begin killing the undeserving, disposable other.
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Some of the written essay’s reference links.
Retired pharma R&D Executive Describes Why The COVID Scamdemic/World-Scale Genocide Is Taking Place. (Full 63 minute video: ‘Conversations on Health Freedom with Sasha Latypova and Debbie Lerman.’)
Deaths Are Soaring Among Covid-Vaccinated.
Link to Springer Nature Peer Reviewed Article Free PDF Download.
The yogic kleshas of Patañjali’s Yoga Sutras,
‘Disgust is a lot More Aggressive than Fear’
The three poisons of the mind — Buddhism.
When Gautama Woke Up Was His First Thought ‘OMG! Where Am I Now?’ Or ‘Who Are You, Really?
Disgust and the Moralisation of Purity
Song of the Essay: Philip Glass — Mishima: Blood Oath.
Request for Financial Help
In July of 2024 I had unexpected pacemaker surgery that cleaned out my savings.
I requested donations to help me through the pinch. I had anticipated that my immediate threat of insolvency would be cleared before the end of the year. That did not happen as my residency status is continuing to protract seemingly interminably and I am legally disallowed from working until that is confirmed officially.
If you are in a position to help and would like to, you can check out the details of that in
Once my yoga based trauma recovery centre is given the green light, with confirmation of my residency, I anticipate the pressure for immediate financial help will disappear. As the situation changes I update my requirements. At this time, I have received more than 1/3 of what I anticipated is required. So if you are curious and would like to help me, please consider my request for donations and give an amount that gives you joy. I appreciate and am grateful for your consideration of me in this time of the war of the great convid, the great unveiling, the opportunity we have to face the truth of our time with the calmness inspired by the Bhagavad-Gita.
All the best with what is changing. Everything changes! With peace, respect, love and exuberant enthusiasm, in the time of the Bhagavad-Gita married to the Great Apocalypse.
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