Note to Self: Be More Like Celia Farber

I am finding it very difficult to write or make videos these days. This is because very I’m often experiencing a mix of emotions: confusion, overwhelm, fear... It's like everything is an effort. I'm moving in slow motion, trying to walk and talk stuck in quicksand.

And then, boom, someone I don't even know IRL (In Real Life,) reaches out from the ether and gives me an invisible boost. Automatic inspiration recharge.

I'm writing this post as a thank you letter to one of my heroes and favorite people in the world, Celia Farber.

Because more people need to know about her, and we all need to be more like Celia. If there were more Celia Farbers in this world, it would be a much better place. (Obscure film reference: "I am Spartacus!")

Note to Self: Be More Like Celia Farber

Who is Celia Farber, you ask? She's an investigative journalist and an author. One of my all-time favorite writers.

And one of the most intrepid journalists on Planet Earth. She was the one who first exposed Dr. Fauci as a fraud and an evil monster, back in the 80s.

Anyway, Celia one of the angels who recently appeared in my life. One of the people keeping me going.

I'll tell the story about how Celia lifted me up the other day in a second... but first, let me tell you a little about her and what a hero she is.

I can see her blushing as I write this. Sorry, Celia, but I have to let people know.

Celia Farber in The Real Anthony Fauci

I first encountered Celia in Robert F. Kennedy's brilliant and gripping book, The Real Anthony Fauci, which I read as soon as it came out in 2021.

What follows is a short excerpt from that book, the part in chapter 7 in which he talks about Celia and her experience with Fauci's mass graves for children in New York – one of the most astonishing parts of an already astonishing book:

"BBC’s heartbreaking 2004 documentary, Guinea Pig Kids,21 chronicles the savage barbarity of Dr. Fauci’s science projects from the perspective of the affected children.

That year, BBC hired investigative reporter Celia Farber to conduct field research for the film, which exposes the dark underside of Big Pharma’s stampede to develop lucrative new AIDS remedies.

'I found the mass grave at Gate of Heaven cemetery in Hawthorne, New York,' she told me. 'I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a very large pit with AstroTurf thrown over it, which you could actually lift up. Under it one could see dozens of plain wooden coffins, haphazardly stacked.

'There may have been 100 of them. I learned there was more than one child’s body in each. Around the pit was a semi-circle of several large tombstones on which upward of one thousand children’s names had been engraved. I wrote down every name. I’m still wondering who the rest of those kids were. As far as I know, nobody has ever asked Dr. Fauci that haunting question.

'I remember the teddy bears and hearts in piles around the pit and I recall the flies buzzing around. The job of recording all those names took all day. NIAID, New York, and all the hospital PIs were stonewalling us. We couldn’t get any accurate estimate of the number of children who died in the NIAID experiments, or who they were.

'I went to check the gravestone names against death certificates at the NYC Department of Health, which you could still do at that time. BBC wanted to match these coffins to the names of children who were known to have been at ICC.

'It was a very slow, byzantine project with tremendous institutional resistance, but we did turn up a few names.

We learned the story of a father who had come out of prison looking for his son. He was told his son had died at ICC of AIDS and there were no medical records, as they’d all been ‘lost in a fire.’

'He was devastated. This story ran in the NY Post, believe it or not. But one after the other, every media outlet that touched this story got cold feet. Even then, the medical cartel had this power to kill this kind of story.

'Dr. Fauci has built his career on that attitude. Nobody even asks him a follow-up question. NIAID’s narrative, at that time, was that these children were among the doomed as they ‘had AIDS,’ so supposedly they were all going to die anyway.

'When people died, in large numbers, gruesome deaths, NIAID’s medical researchers called it ‘lessons learned.'

Two years later, Farber would follow the trail of child casualties left by Dr. Fauci’s AIDS branch, DAIDS, in Uganda, exposing the pattern of abusing African mothers and children."

Can you imagine? I've been through a lot in my life and seen a lot, but I can't imagine seeing those child graves up close and personal.

Anyway, that made an impact on me, so when I found Celia's blog, I had to follow her.

Yes, I'm going to tell you the story about her and how she impacted me last week, but first let me tell you about her book...

Serious Adverse Events

I'm excited because today I'm going to start reading Celia's book, Serious Adverse Events, which has been in my "to read" stack for a while now.

I just finished Dr. Mary's Monkey last night, which I was sad to finish, so I'm looking forward to jumping into this today.

Here's RFK Jr's endorsement of her book:

"Farber’s research give context to the Covid catastrophe which she all but predicted. Despite the medical cartel’s brutal crusade to silence and vilify her, Farber never compromised. . . I’m happy she has lived to experience her own utter vindication. I also love her writing style."—Robert F. Kennedy Jr.

Do you remember that movie, Dallas Buyer's Club with Matthew McConaughey? It's a great movie – if you haven't seen it, rent it. Here's the trailer:

Anyway, it was the story of AIDS patient/activist, Ron Woodruff. He got sick from AZT, the drug the mainstream media and Medical Industrial Complex was pushing on AIDS patients. That's when he started seeking alternative cures, and he saved a lot of lives.

So, wanna guess who was behind AZT? You guessed it. Dr. Anthony Fauci. Same story as the modern-day Remdesivir (Run Death Is Near).

Celia lived through all of this and lived to tell the tale. She was one of the few reporters telling the truth back then.

This is why I'm really looking forward to reading her book... because it will put more of the pieces together.

Here's the book summary for Celia's book, Serious Adverse Events:

"On April 23, 1984, in a packed press conference room in Washington, DC, the secretary of health and human services declared, “The probable cause of AIDS has been found.” By the next day, “probable” had fallen away, and the novel retrovirus later named HIV became forever lodged in global consciousness as “the AIDS virus.”

Celia Farber, then an intrepid young reporter for SPIN magazine, was the only journalist to question the official narrative and dig into the science of AIDS.

She reported on the “evidence” that was being continually cited and repeated by health officials and the press, the deadliness of AZT, and Dr. Fauci’s trials on children, infants, and pregnant mothers.

Throughout, Faber’s reportage was largely ignored. She was maligned, maliciously attacked, and ultimately canceled.

Now, forty years after her original reporting, Farber’s Serious Adverse Events: An Uncensored History of AIDS is reissued with a new foreword by Mark Crispin Miller, shining much-needed light on her groundbreaking work once again.

More relevant than ever, this book serves as an essential foundation to understanding its catastrophic sequel: COVID-19. 

Serious Adverse Events makes clear that the tactics employed at the height of HIV/AIDS—the fearmongering, cancel culture, and “woke” takeover of science, medicine, and journalism—persist today. The response to COVID-19 isn’t new: it is a well-trod and dangerous path in the social landscape."

Okay, with that out of the way, now let me tell you the story of how this one truly honest, authentic person, Celia Farber, lifted me up.

Me, someone she doesn't even know. But she made a difference in my life.

As they say, it's the little things that matter the most.

And it's all little things.

We are in Purgatory

The injustice that is happening all around us so unfathomable. And it's been going on for so long.

I was de-platformed on Google and Pinterest in the summer of 2019. That was 5 years ago. And I was banned off Facebook and Instagram and lost 250,000 followers in 2020.

Every day I’m in a state of shock. There are still so many people sitting in jail for January 6. They shouldn’t be there. They did nothing wrong.

I was completely robbed of my money, my home, my life savings, my ability to earn an income. I was told last fall that there’s nothing I can do about it because the judges are corrupt. There's no justice in the justice system.

I have a friend who ran for school board in 2022. She lost because it was rigged. They're giving the kids PRON in school, and there’s nothing we can do about it because the courts are corrupt.

How funny is it that if we use the real word for PRON on social media, we get buried in search. But they are literally giving it to our kids in school and in the public libraries.

It's not funny at all, really. It's horrible and despicable.

We are in a state of limbo. This is purgatory.

Trying to Find the Will to Keep Going

I wake up every day and I think to myself, "What’s the point what’s the point of sweeping the floor when I don’t even know if I’m gonna have a house to live in a few months?"

My landlord is talking about selling this house and I’ll have to move again. I moved twice last year after the divorce. 

The other morning after I dropped my son off at school I went to go get a haircut and get my highlights done.

Because these are the things you have to do. Even though the world has seemingly stopped, even though I don’t have anyone to look good for.

What is the point? I’ve stopped caring.

I know I sound negative, but if you can imagine what it feels like to be cut off completely from almost your entire family , most of your friends, all of your social media? It's like living in the jail cell with the January 6ers.

Yes, I still have a house. But it’s not even my house. I'm renting; I lost my home in 2022. And I don’t know how long I’ll be able to even afford to stay here.

If I don't get my business going again – the business of being a blogger and online influencer – I'll have to get a job cleaning houses or something.

Surrounded By Cat Turds & Whales

And it's sickening because I look around and there are tons of influencers on social media making bank, talking about absolutely nothing.

I could show you screenshots, but you don't need to see the screenshots. It's everywhere.

Oh, okay, here are a couple links to tweets that illustrate what I am talking about...

Every day on X, it goes like this, rinse and repeat:

RedTeam Actual is one of my favorite accounts because he calls out the bullsh*t of these insipid "influencers" who say nothing all day long and just push the turds around in the litter box.

Angels in the Ether

We may be surrounded by cat turds and whales online, but there are angels out there, too.

As I was saying, the other day, I went to get my hair cut and then I went to the grocery store. I came home and I didn’t really have much time to work before I had to go pick up my son from school.

I had been listening to my new book, Dr. Mary's Monkey, which is so good, I could not put it down. (As I said, I just finished it last night.)

There wasn’t enough time to actually get anything done that day after all the errands. I decided to just close my eyes for a few minutes before I had to get back in the car.

I fell asleep feeling horrible. Feeling guilty and useless and sad.

I’m a writer. It’s what I’ve been called to do. It’s what I’ve done since for the past 17 years.

It's almost impossible for me to make money right now because I’m so buried and so censored. But that doesn’t mean that this isn’t what I’m supposed to do.

I don’t even know what else to do with my life. Am I supposed to get a job cleaning houses like I did when I was in college?

It’s like that book, The Unbearable Lightness of Being.

The characters in the book were professionals, doctors and lawyers or whatever, I don’t remember, and they had to get jobs pushing mops and brooms because their country, Czechoslovakia, was taken over by communists.

It’s kind of what happened here. It’s exactly what happened here.

The fact that I was robbed and I have no recourse – no way to fight back – is just unfathomable. We do not live in a free country anymore. And the inflation we are experiencing is literally insane.

Waking Up to a Kitten from Spain

Twenty minutes after I fell asleep, my alarm went off and I woke up from my nap. I turned the alarm off saw an alert from Substack with Celia Farber's latest missive all the way from Spain (where she lives).

I think she splits her time between Spain and New York City.

I would like to do that one day, only for me it will be Austin, Texas and Southwest France.

Celia's blog post was short and sweet. Just a quick little note like you leave for your child in his lunchbox, or for your friend who came by to borrow a suitcase.

She was just giving us an update on her little kitten who had been sick, letting us know he was doing better. And just reassuring us that everything will be OK and that we’re all in an in together.

Just saying, "Hey guys, It's me, Celia. The kitten's doing better. We will all be okay! Hang in there!"

I believe Celia when she says we have to keep speaking the truth and we have to stay present.

We can’t go dark. We can’t turn out the lights and disappear.

We have to keep going. In the face of gaslighting. In the face of

We can’t let these tyrants win. We have to stay present.

God bless you, Celia.

Thank you for being a light in the darkness. Because you are there, you give me the strength to keep going.

Be sure to go follow Celia on Substack. She has a very active comments section with smart, interesting, educated readers. It's one of my favorite blogs in the world.

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