This conventional, commercialized paradigm has nearly everyone under its spell.
It is very challenging to break this spell. This essay offers an excellent intellectual understanding. However, the emotional attachment to which the ego-mind identity clings is the stickier part.
Here's what I composed for a facebook post a few days ago:
Western conventional and allopathic medicine (industrial complex) pursues its agenda employing diseasification and disease mongering, aka "name it, blame it, and tame it." The "it" is one's mind-body's responses and its attempts to heal or put one on notice, aka symptoms.
Once the white coat slaps a label on your body, the ego grabs it like a badge and starts defending it — “my diagnosis,” “my condition,” “my treatment.”
The trap isn’t the symptom — it’s the identity contract we unconsciously sign.
Name → Claim → Own → Decline.
That’s the industrial sequence.
And like you said: symptoms are not villains.
They’re messages — field intelligence, repair attempts, warning lights.
But the system needs customers, not cures — so every whisper becomes a “disease,” every discomfort becomes a permanent subscription.
Breaking the spell is emotional and ontological.
We stop asking what do I have?
And start asking what is my body trying to accomplish?
When you refuse to “own” their label, you short-circuit the entire machinery.
The white coats of doctors is an interesting choice. Who wears white in a place of blood and other body fluids? Black would be more appropriate.
Is it because the wise ones of the old world wore white robes?
Clothes tell a story if we’re listening.
The drug companies know this which is why they hire attractive, fit men & women who dressed better than any patient—it says take this drug and you can be like me.
I’m sure it works on doctors too.
As a woman, I know the power of a pair of high heels. 👠
My sister with Down's syndrome was diagnosed as dying 3 times and walked out of the hospital and kept going. She never understood the diagnosis so it never got her. So I truly believe this. Thank you.
The body is not a battlefield — it’s a garden. The medical mafia keeps insisting disease “attacks us” so they can sell bullets, but terrain requires cultivation, not combat.
And yes — when you’re hit by a truck or bleeding out, modern medicine is a gift.
But once you’re breathing again, the white coats are out of their depth.
They don’t rebuild life — they manage decline.
You already know that, because you lived the lesson the hard way.
Your dad and your friend weren’t lost in vain — their stories lit your fuse.
You walked off the plantation and into sovereignty, and you’ve been blazing your own trail ever since.
I used to really think if we just tried long and hard enough, that this 'machine could change as a whole, for the fate of humanity. NOPE
Having a husband in a smallish community (200,000) medical system, I seriously looked at what that would mean. It is too big to be saved. The 'machine has too many cords into every aspect of every day life, for too many people.
I quit thinking we had hope. The only way is not relying on any of it as much as possible. These people involved with it are too spelled. I don't do any of it, husband is on the conveyor belt of it.
It infuriates me badly but saddens me to watch someone dye in this mess.
I will surely need my soul helped in the end. For now God is my anchor.
Exactly. Excellent layout of how it works. There is no disease. It's a fabrication of the mind planted there by those who profit from our belief in it. Cancer's the biggest money maker of them all. That's why they have no 'cure' for it. I don't think most, if not all, medical professionals are conscious of what they are part of (although I'm not excusing ignorance) but the "inventors" and orchestrators of it all know exactly what they're doing and why.
This conventional, commercialized paradigm has nearly everyone under its spell.
It is very challenging to break this spell. This essay offers an excellent intellectual understanding. However, the emotional attachment to which the ego-mind identity clings is the stickier part.
Here's what I composed for a facebook post a few days ago:
Western conventional and allopathic medicine (industrial complex) pursues its agenda employing diseasification and disease mongering, aka "name it, blame it, and tame it." The "it" is one's mind-body's responses and its attempts to heal or put one on notice, aka symptoms.
Ron —
Exactly. The naming is the spell.
Once the white coat slaps a label on your body, the ego grabs it like a badge and starts defending it — “my diagnosis,” “my condition,” “my treatment.”
The trap isn’t the symptom — it’s the identity contract we unconsciously sign.
Name → Claim → Own → Decline.
That’s the industrial sequence.
And like you said: symptoms are not villains.
They’re messages — field intelligence, repair attempts, warning lights.
But the system needs customers, not cures — so every whisper becomes a “disease,” every discomfort becomes a permanent subscription.
Breaking the spell is emotional and ontological.
We stop asking what do I have?
And start asking what is my body trying to accomplish?
When you refuse to “own” their label, you short-circuit the entire machinery.
Wolf out.
The white coats of doctors is an interesting choice. Who wears white in a place of blood and other body fluids? Black would be more appropriate.
Is it because the wise ones of the old world wore white robes?
Clothes tell a story if we’re listening.
The drug companies know this which is why they hire attractive, fit men & women who dressed better than any patient—it says take this drug and you can be like me.
I’m sure it works on doctors too.
As a woman, I know the power of a pair of high heels. 👠
Robin —
Right on the money.
Nothing in the medical temple is accidental — least of all the wardrobe.
White coats are costumes, not cloth.
They signal purity, authority, and priesthood — the modern equivalent of vestments.
The message is simple:
The man in white knows, and you don’t.
Meanwhile, the rooms are full of blood, trauma, and poisons — which is exactly why white is chosen.
It hides nothing, so you become the stain, the contamination, the problem.
Psychological optics at their finest.
Big Pharma ads pull the same lever — glowing skin, white teeth, long walks on the beach.
Not one face matches the reality of the average patient who takes their products.
It’s not medicine — it’s marketing hypnosis.
And yes, heels, suits, badges, scrubs — all signals in the story factory.
Every system that wants obedience starts with costumes.
When we see the uniform for what it is — a spell —
it loses its power.
Wolf
My sister with Down's syndrome was diagnosed as dying 3 times and walked out of the hospital and kept going. She never understood the diagnosis so it never got her. So I truly believe this. Thank you.
Merry —
That’s the whole truth wrapped in one life.
She never agreed to the spell, so it never took hold.
No Latin label, no doomsday pronouncement, no white-coat curse could penetrate her inner knowing.
The mind parasites only win when we believe them.
Your sister walked out because her body was never instructed to give up.
That’s sovereign biology in action — the original operating system untouched by fear theater.
Bless her for showing the rest of us how it’s done.
Thank you for bringing that story into the field.
Over 15 year ago my dad died from the treatment of cancer, two days later my best friend died with a diagnosis of A.L.S.
Not a very good week.
I asked a simple question of why, why did this happen and wherever that took me I would go.
What a ride it's been, I walked away from the medical mafia 15 years ago.
Had a small hickup about 9 years ago but it was a lessen that could not have been taught any other way.
All the endless research, videos and everything else boils down to a single word, terrain.
As your article pointed out in a time of crises, they are superstars, bringing you back to life everything else they fail in.
Thank you for sharing!
Tim,
first — that’s a hell of a week for any man to live through.
You earned every scar.
Most people get dragged to the edge by tragedy and then crawl back to the same white-coat altar that failed them.
You did the opposite — you followed the question.
And you’re right: after all the studies, experts, gurus, biolabs, miracle cures and billion-dollar lies, it really does collapse into one word:
Terrain.
Internal terrain, emotional terrain, spiritual terrain, soil-and-sunlight terrain.
The body is not a battlefield — it’s a garden. The medical mafia keeps insisting disease “attacks us” so they can sell bullets, but terrain requires cultivation, not combat.
And yes — when you’re hit by a truck or bleeding out, modern medicine is a gift.
But once you’re breathing again, the white coats are out of their depth.
They don’t rebuild life — they manage decline.
You already know that, because you lived the lesson the hard way.
Your dad and your friend weren’t lost in vain — their stories lit your fuse.
You walked off the plantation and into sovereignty, and you’ve been blazing your own trail ever since.
Welcome to the Wolf trail, brother.
No turning back from here.
— RIB 🐺
A wonderful insight as to how the observed can become the observer. Thank you.
BDV —
Appreciate that.
Somewhere along the way we forgot that the namer has more power than the name.
Once the doctor, the expert, the lab coat becomes the observer, we shrink down into the observed — a specimen, a file, a diagnosis code.
The flip happens the moment we remember:
I am not the label.
I am not the prognosis.
I am the one who sees.
Medicine forgot that truth; people must reclaim it.
The observer drives the outcome — the white coat is just a costume.
— Wolf
AMEN
Thank you for this post.
I used to really think if we just tried long and hard enough, that this 'machine could change as a whole, for the fate of humanity. NOPE
Having a husband in a smallish community (200,000) medical system, I seriously looked at what that would mean. It is too big to be saved. The 'machine has too many cords into every aspect of every day life, for too many people.
I quit thinking we had hope. The only way is not relying on any of it as much as possible. These people involved with it are too spelled. I don't do any of it, husband is on the conveyor belt of it.
It infuriates me badly but saddens me to watch someone dye in this mess.
I will surely need my soul helped in the end. For now God is my anchor.
Loretta —
You said the quiet part out loud.
Most people still cling to the hope that the Machine can be fixed if we just vote harder, pray harder, or get the “right people” in charge.
But once you see the gears up close —
the billing codes, the pharma kickbacks, the scripted diagnoses, the fear-based rituals —
you realize exactly what you just said:
It isn’t broken.
It’s working exactly as designed.
And systems that are designed to consume people
don’t get reformed —
they get walked away from.
You’re doing the only thing a sovereign human can do —
minimize reliance, unplug where possible, and build life outside the conveyor belt.
And yes, watching someone you love get pulled along that track is its own heartbreak.
That’s where the inner muscle comes in:
compassion without enabling
love without surrender
sovereignty without despair
You hold your ground,
keep your field clear,
and refuse to be swallowed by the script.
God — Source — Field — whatever name works —
is exactly the anchor that lets a person walk away from Babylon without bitterness.
You’re not alone in this.
A whole lot of us wolves left the waiting room and never looked back.
🐺💥
Thank you
Exactly. Excellent layout of how it works. There is no disease. It's a fabrication of the mind planted there by those who profit from our belief in it. Cancer's the biggest money maker of them all. That's why they have no 'cure' for it. I don't think most, if not all, medical professionals are conscious of what they are part of (although I'm not excusing ignorance) but the "inventors" and orchestrators of it all know exactly what they're doing and why.
I gave credit to Unbekoming up at the top of the essay... look and see.
My bad. Apologies, must’ve been reading too quickly.