Though likely an already long ago observed variable to the whole mercury equation, I was recently conversing with my wife the other day about it all when she pointed something out. That is, how perfect mercury is as a tool of control. It’s so flawless in its design because, through mercury, one can inflict a tumultuous variety of ailments without any doctors ever actually diagnosing you with mercury poisoning. In fact, that last thing that just about any doctor will diagnose you with is mercury poisoning. Because blood tests, urine tests, et al do not reveal contamination, doctors can go on prescribing all sorts of, essentially pointless, medications which lead down the same dead end path without remedy.

And all the while any time you mention the idea of mercury poisoning to the typically mentally-sleeping person they promptly slap a sticker of insanity upon your forehead. It’s almost uncanny how every time I raise the subject, however mildly, the response is always that of disbelief and a roll of the eyes. So few people will even stop to consider, let alone dig deep enough, to accept the grim reality. And it is because of this apathy that mercury becomes even more perfect in its use of subjugation, control and deceit. “La la la, I can’t hear anything!” Chant the global mass of lemmings – and that’s exactly what those on high want.

There’s so much mercury swimming around the ecosystems of our planet right now, most of it injected into nature through human intervention, that it’s inevitable that the vast majority of us will become infected. It’s also equally inevitable that those of us suffering from its toxicity will never be properly diagnosed – and why would we be? Mercury “isn’t real”, it is so skilled in its ability to remain unseen and unacknowledged.

The frightening thing is, when you come to realize all this… what can you actually do about it all?