A Letter to our Prime Minister…

Our new normal….

Ms Ardern

I lay awake in the predawn hours of this morning with tears rolling down my cheeks. I am so deeply grieved, it is something that never leaves me now. I seem to weep openly most days, and long for a time when this present situation wasn’t with us.

This so called ‘pandemic’ that we are in, has bought many new things to light. One of those is your blatant disrespect and lack of appreciation for the New Zealand way of life. Oh don’t get me wrong, you gesticulate so well, you lean into the camera, you tilt your head and give all the appearances of ‘listening’ but we all know, when that microphone gets switched off and you leave the podium, that’s when your ‘kindness’ and ‘goodwill’ end.

I think you have underestimated us, the normal, Kiwi born tribe that have been inhabiting this land for generations. The land where openness, honesty and integrity were things we celebrated, a handshake was all that was needed, and neighbours genuinely looked out for one another.

You have underestimated us and overreached your authority, your office and your power. You have the audacity to put us into lockdowns, bring in the Police unchecked, bring in the Military, change the Bill of Rights, the Health Act, and then introduce new legislation and laws, all the while essentially placing us under house arrest. You admonished us to ring an 0800 number to dob in people who were flouting the rules! And you know what, 93% of the population according to Stuff News, were ok with doing this, giving you this right and giving up their rights – all for the ‘greater good’.

Well, I am part of the so-called 7% who are NOT ok with this. I do not believe the statistics are anywhere near correct, and I do NOT believe a word you are saying. You are the ‘young modern woman’, I dare say when I fell pregnant out of wedlock, I was scorned and preyed upon – but hey, you are the new face of the New World aren’t you? You preen and pivot, have photo opportunities all over the place, grace magazine covers, speak at the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, all the while knowing that you are the ‘plant’ that was seeded decades ago, to finish the job that your mentor, Helen Clarke, started.

You have successfully duped the older generation, who simply fall down and worship at the throne of your ‘kindness.’ They don’t care what is happening to us as a society, simply because you pay their Superannuation, give them Goldcards, discounts and freebies. They don’t have to worry where their next dollar is coming from, because you Dear Ms Ardern, have the Elderly all sorted. And, if they play up, you have great measures in place, to drug them, admit them into an Elderly Care Unit, and leave them to die. Yes, Ms Ardern, you have done so well, building on the past governments and turning living breathing individuals into tombs, now pushing up daisies.

You are not for the people, you are essentially our Overlord, and we are your minions. You are supposed to be doing the will of the people and representing us as a fair, honest, and decent nation. You are simply a puppet that the NWO pulls the strings, and you dance openly and with demonic glee, to their morbid Socialistic Communist tune.

I am the mother of two grieving daughters – who lost their Grandmother very suddenly in this second lockdown, and who couldn’t be with their grief ridden father or relatives. Your lockdown separated two sons from their deceased mother and would not allow them the God given right to a funeral, a memorial or anything humane.

You met us at the borders with Military and Police, and if we couldn’t satisfy your taste for the new rules of the land, we were turned back in our hundred’s, to our prison/homes. Your incessant use of ‘team of five million’ sounded pithy and ridiculous then, and even worse now.

It is not lost on many many of us, the similarities between pre-war Germany, and what we see happening here in New Zealand. Your intent to break our spirit, break our will, introduce masks into the NZ pysche and turn us into snitches, pales in comparison to the ‘bigger picture’. I cannot go into the depth of knowledge I have gained on you, your rise through Freemasonry scholarships, and the devious things you have done over in the UK in your tenure there. But I will say, I will not stay silent for another second.

And before I leave, can I ask you what the hell you are doing towards eradicating poverty amongst the children, the disenfranchised, the needy and the helpless? You apparently have $50 billion dollars for the Covid19 Response Fund, but where are the funds to clothe, feed, supply the correct stationery, give meals during school and provide uniforms for our thousands of starving children? What about them Ms Ardern? As a Mum, you should be mortified that ANY child in this nation is going to school hungry, cold or without adequate shoes or raingear. Why so much money for 22 deaths, and luxury quarantining at hotels? Disproportionate is an understatement!

Your brandishing bloody headscarves, whilst completely and utterly ignoring our Christian roots, morals and values, is diabolical to me. Your complete disdain for anything Godly should be a shock and horror to your Mormon faith, your previous life. We will NEVER give up our National Anthem of God Defend New Zealand, and we will NEVER stay quiet over your putrid intolerance of us, who have been here since the inception of NZ, not EVER! We will never deny our faith in God, nor sit in silence as you pass laws that legitimize the abortion of our babies up to and post birth. We will not stay silent on your desire to Euthanize our people and get rid of those you deem ‘unworthy’.

No, we will be here, a continued thorn in your side, until well after your reign of tyranny is over. And when you lay your head on your pillow Ms Ardern, know that there are thousands of us praying for your mortal soul to repent. In the meantime, we mourn what once was, and pray for strength and courage to bolster us as we walk into this New World you have administered.

Sandi Wilson.

The Mind Goes….

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He sat me down, closed the door, cancelled his appointments for the next hour and asked me one huge question, ‘Sandi, do you still believe in God?’

I looked at him with tears streaming down my face, and quietly uttered the word, ‘yes’.

I did and I do. But I was terrified. Terrified I’d never feel God’s presence again, or hear His voice. What kind of world was I signing up to, taking anti-depressants and walking into a world of counsellors, psychiatrists and psychologists? How did this fit in with my faith, God’s word and everything else I held dear?

The Doctor looked at me as I responded, and said, ‘good, now I know you will be ok.’

He was a Muslim doctor and I was a Christian patient. He was amazing, very humble, very capable, and yet he and his wife were my clients too! I was a Domestic Cleaner and I cleaned their home every week. It was nothing for me to watch the Doctor walk inside, take off his shoes, position his mat and do his prayers.

I didn’t care. I just wanted to know that I wasn’t going mad. Apparently I was having a Emotional Breakdown….

Those words resonated with me, simply because Mental issues were a big deal in my Maternal Grandmother. Mum witnessed Nana have at least one emotional breakdown, and declared that she would never allow herself to become that way – she often would say I was cursed with my own emotions and Nana’s. Funny how it all came to a head when she watched her own Granddaughter have a full psychotic breakdown. Actually it’s not funny at all, but if issues aren’t dealt with in one generation, they will come back in another – and another until they are sorted.

I’ve witnessed a disturbing trend or recent years. People who seem to have it all, or seemingly have a great life etc, suddenly up and commit suicide.

My Doctor asked if I had suicidal thoughts – hell no! I had too much terror to reign on people and too much life to live yet!

But I needed to sort out my mind, and apparently going on Aropax was going to help me do that.

Wrong!

I got a burst of energy for the first twenty four hours, so I went out and dug a vegetable garden at 9pm that night! The rest of the time, it did nothing for me, so after six weeks, I flushed it all down the toilet. People are amazed, simply because here in New Zealand, there had been many cases reported of the withdrawal symptoms from Aropax actually being so bad, and some leading to suicide – but somehow I knew God was with me and that I was gaining inner strength.

The point to all of this is not self pity, or even about me. This is about not being alone. This is about reaching out and sharing your troubles. If that person is unable to help you, there are lots of places to reach out too.

I made one phone call. That lead to an amazing charity called Strengthening Families. These people were brilliant at helping me get sorted through the myriad of mess and emotions that I was dealing with. They helped my children. They helped my friends. And by some amazing stroke of serendipity, I opened the door for this charity to help many others within my community.

So, the long and the short of it is, we are never alone. Every single person on this planet matters to God – despite race, gender, religion or ethnicity – and every single person has the God ordained right to be seen, heard, appreciated and loved.

If you are having Mental issues or need to chat with someone, I encourage you to reach out – and please stop believing the lie that you are alone – it’s simply not true!

With love and much blessing

Sandi 🙂

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