An Incorporated World 2020

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]:

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.

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About the Author:  Joyce Bowen is a freelance writer and public speaker.  Inquiries can be made at crwriter@comcast.net