Never Forget!

It’s been less than a year since my mom was murdered.

Seems like a lifetime ago, but really, it was just last summer. How strange time flows when your world has been turned upside-down and inside-out.

How very strange.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

If you want to know more about my mom’s murder, then just click here.

I haven’t written much about it because the murderer is still out there, free to claim more victims every day. Believe me, the death jabs are aptly named.

THE NEW ABNORMAL: NEVER FORGET!!!

Imagine how life has been for those of us who saw this coming.

We tried to warn people but instead have become vilified, chastised and ignored. We’ve been suppressed and censored, our voices cutoff to protect the herd.

It’s a strange time.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

Have a great day, do with it what you will!

-I am Crandew

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You are the carbon they want to reduce.

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Comply And Die

What compliance gets you…

Earlier this year, my mom got the Johnson & Johnson’s Janssen COVID-19 Vaccine. Her health immediately began to fail and within around 5 months she was gone. So quick, so final.

I warned her, but she took the poison anyway.

15 days to slow the spread…

I also call this the dancing goalposts because no matter where the line in the sand is first drawn, the goalposts will always dance their way down the beach.

Look at how far they’ve already gone.

We’re way past the mandate stages now. Millions have lost their jobs because they don’t want the poison injected into them.

The next stage is imprisonment and forced jabs.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

Use Your Voice!

Tyranny rules and nothing will ever go back to normal.

The world leaders are the demons. Make no mistake about it, folks. There’s no curtain left for them to hide behind.

Also, there’s absolutely no way out of this genocide unless enough people stand up and speak out.

“The Covid tyranny is here. The unvaccinated are now treated as second class citizens. Austria will put us in prison. Will you raise your voice against the tyrants? Will you fight?” – Bjorn Andreas Bull-Hansen

Will you fight?

It’s such an impossible dream, that of ever being free again, because so many people lack the courage to stand on their own two feet and raise objections.

Mad Max has been saying this for years now. If nothing changes, they’ll drag us all quietly into the night, straight off the cliff.

Spoiler Alert. Nothing will change.

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Have a great day, enjoy what you still have, while you still have it!

-I am Crandew

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Note: These are very confusing times, friend. So, if you’re new to my blog, start here for a background on the topics I mostly cover.

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Congratulations, You Bastards!

It’s been just over a month since my mom passed away.

I tell you guys this again not to throw a pity party for myself but as a dire warning against believing in what the mainstream narrative constantly tells you.

There are no questions about it. This is not a game, not a movie or bestseller plot. It’s ironclad, proof positive. There’s no conspiracy theory here, it’s a conspiracy fact now.

She got the Johnson & Johnson’s Janssen COVID-19 Vaccine. Her health immediately began to fail and within around 5 months she was gone.

That quick, that final.

I warned her, but she took the poison anyway.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

So, what happened?

She was killed by big pharma, by Trump, Biden and all the rest of the TV clowns. They do their little dances, sing their stupid songs and twirl around on the old boob-tube.

Their reflections linger deep within the black mirrors we all now carry with us. Voices that whisper – go get the jab! It’s everywhere we go.

They all have the same message. It’s a thunderously false narrative; one my mom took with her to the grave.

My advice would be to put your ego aside, shelve that black mirror for just a moment and really try to hear what I’m telling you, then quietly go get your damn affairs in order and quit lying about everything.

It’s coming for you next, friend.

If you believed the demons who lied to you, if you went out and got yourself some double doses, then you are probably already being pressured to get the booster. Do what you want, but know that the more you have in you, the quicker it’ll happen.

Also, it’s just a matter of when, not if. We know the final results from all this madness. Covid was never real, but the poisonous shots sure as hell are.

Blood clots. Heart failure. Death.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

A suitable fare-the-well escapes me at the moment, so I’ll just end it like this. Take care, folks!

-I am Crandew

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Note: These are very confusing times, friend. So, if you’re new to my blog, start here for a background on the topics I mostly cover.

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You are the carbon they want to reduce.

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Several Layers Thick

I can’t even begin to understand where your head is at. I only know my own. I’m at peace with what’s about to happen and I face it without fear or ignorance or guilt. I trust in the wind, as it blows across my face in the early morning hours, and in the soil that stands firm beneath my feet. I trust in who I am, and that’ll have to do for now.

I continue to build my foundation upon very few truisms, drawing strength from the fact that one plus one will always be two. It doesn’t matter what the talking-heads on TV say, the result will always be two.

You see, in my world, there exists no fuzzy contradictions, no systemic racism, no man-made climate change disasters and no room for all these foolish, juvenile ideals. Just keep that insanity to yourself. Nobody cared too much for it anyway. Come at me with rules, mandates and other such nonsensical demands and you might not live long enough to regret it.

These days are gravely numbered, painted in bright scarlet letters and plastered on every wall. The message is the same, no matter where I look. Always the same.

If you refuse to see it, well, my dear friend, that’s on you.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

When my mom died, the doctor refused to even consider that it might have been from the jab. Wouldn’t hear of it. He couldn’t reach outside of his tiny, well-paid bubble long enough to acknowledge the truth of the matter. Subsequently, her tragic death was listed as natural causes.

I tell you this because it’s the very reason so many believe so strongly in the lie instead of reality. Can you hear me, hear my words as they spring forth wildly into the ether? Can you understand any part of what I’m trying to tell you?

Natural causes? Are you shitting me? Really?

That means, the mortality rate of the death poke is way under-reported. If some random doctor in some po-dunk town, out in the middle of nowhere-Ville, can so easily misdiagnose such an obvious cause of death, then how many other times has this happened all over the country?

I think it happens like this every freaking day now, all over the freaking world. The misreporting of actual causes. The giving of false hopes based solely on how much money the doctor receives and what he’s expected to cover-up.

Don’t believe me? Well, that’s on you, chief. I’ll stick to the facts and follow the real science, thank you very much. I see the cheesecake for what it truly is, and I’ll have no part of it.

So many layers baked into this cake.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

Have a great day, turn off your TV and throw away your smart phone while you still can!

-I am Crandew

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Note: These are very confusing times, friend. So, if you’re new to my blog, start here for a background on the topics I mostly cover.

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You are the carbon they want to reduce.

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Lethal Injection

Last week was a rollercoaster of a ride.

Every time someone I try to save dies, a part of me dies right along with them. The demons that twirl their fingers and do funny dances on the picture tubes, they all seem to know this and plan their days accordingly.

We really do build our own prisons. I tried to save my mom, but ultimately, nothing could break through a lifetime of deeply-held convictions. Nothing, bub.

It’s been less than two weeks since my mom passed away. She got the Johnson & Johnson’s Janssen COVID-19 Vaccine. Her health immediately began to fail and within around 5 months she was gone.

So quick, so final.

I warned her, but she took the poison anyway.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

Going Home

I live over 1600 miles away from where my mom’s funeral took place, so the best way would have been to just fly home. I say ‘would have been’ because I was forced to drive instead.

I refused the demon’s demands. They won’t let me fly unless I’m fully vaxxed or submit to a PCR test. I won’t ever do either, so my only remaining option was to drive.

1600 miles of driving, just to say goodbye to my mom. Then, another 1600 miles left to get back home. I have more to this story, but that will be talked about in another post.

Consequences

Right now, I think about how evil the demons that pushed that poison on my mom truly are and it makes my skin crawl. Have you ever seen a time where the media and the politicians pushed so hard?

I certainly haven’t, and I’ve been walking this flat earth for hundreds of years now. This time is uniquely sour.

Blood clotting in her legs that eventually found their way to her heart, quickly causing heart failure. That’s what happened and that’s exactly what these poisons are all about. That’s exactly how everyone else who listens to the demons will go as well.

Do you listen to Biden? Are you still watching the demonic media and horribly corrupt politicians? If you are and you chose to believe their insane lies, then I’ll be unable to reach you, too.

Nightfall

One could argue that she was old and she would have died anyway, which happens to be a Morrissey lyric from the band The Smiths, but I can’t reconcile with that. No sir.

I’ll die one thousand times more before this night has passed.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

Have a great day, do please listen to what I’m trying to tell you and plan your day accordingly!

-I am Crandew

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Note: These are very confusing times, friend. So, if you’re new to my blog, start here for a background on the topics I mostly cover.

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You are the carbon they want to reduce.

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Just Floating Along

I think it’s very sad that most people are so unaware of what’s about to happen. Clown world is rapidly dissolving. After all, there’s only so much you can break before the entire system falls apart completely.

It can’t go on like this forever.

Clown freaking world.

I couldn’t care less what the reasons really were for destroying everything. Could be by accident or malice. Could be pure evil, the terrors brought about by demons with too much time on their hands.

Doesn’t matter, or at least, it doesn’t really matter much at this moment in time. What does matter is what’s coming, the onslaught.

The breakdown of society as we knew it, in order to build it up again into a more slavery oriented type system. For that to happen though, a lot of people need to go. You heard me.

There’s only one possible outcome now, that I can see.

Genocide.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

As I said at the outset, it’s sad how few people share my views.

I’m only telling you what I see. You don’t have to share my beliefs, but to traipse around completely blind to the rising waters is pure madness in my opinion.

For the record, I hate using the word ‘opinion’.

Whenever I accidently pop it out in a sentence, I usually waste a lot of time searching for other words to use instead. This time, I left it in because it’s the word best suited.

In my opinion, the waters are rising super fast.

Clown freaking world.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

Have a great day, looks to be a hot one (in my opinion)!

-I am Crandew

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Note: Their plans are so overt at this stage that if people don’t see it, it’s because they’re choosing not to. So many of our countrymen would rather knowingly accept a comfortable lie than face an uncomfortable truth. I try to always think the best of humanity, but the willful ignorance that I see around me makes it difficult at times.

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Wretched Human Folly

All I see as I cast my gaze outward are those in bondage.

Hapless, ruined individuals, all blindly drunk on symbolism. Each of them, hopelessly enslaved to a system that couldn’t care less. Over time, we’ve lost any semblance we might once have had of liberty, of what to be free truly means.

Those poor, wretched passersby’s, so secure in their face muzzles. 

They seem to have lost their humanity; very soon they’ll have lost what’s left their lives. It’s the blind leading the blind at this point. A tear-stained world, rapidly spirally itself downward into a dark well of sorrows.

The deeper they go, the less human they become and they drag all of us down there with them. Clown world has long since drifted, morphing itself into Prison world, which in turn, lumbers forward into some sort of Death world.

You guys are all cool with this?

In utter desperation, I quietly repeat the phrase, “when good people do nothing, evil wins.”

It’s a spell, of sorts. An old-timer’s mantra.

‘A mantra is a sacred utterance, a numinous sound, a syllable, word or phonemes, or group of words in Sanskrit, Pali and other languages believed by practitioners to have religious, magical or spiritual powers. Some mantras have a syntactic structure and literal meaning, while others do not.’- Wikipedia

Casting this spell no longer works, however, because the words have all lost their original meaning. It’s like standing on the deck of a ship that’s lost its captain; drifting freely across the water with no end in sight.

Do you hear me, sailor? There are so few of us left now that can hear or understand. We are all that’s left, milling about here in pretend world.

Loitering in front of what once was freedom, or at least the illusion thereof. It’s quite maddening, sir, I tell you true.

We’re running out of time to turn things around. As spring continues to lose itself in the coming summer, things will speed up.

Everything will get progressively worse, one jab at a time. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to go back to clown world, but I’d really like to avoid moving into death world.

I could go on and in my youthful haste I’ve written a thousand words more, but for the sake of brevity I’ll cut them sharply.

Just three words remain.

Set me free.

-I am Crandew

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