The Liminalist # 246: The Lesser of Two Dystopias (with Sam Hyde)

Return conversation with Sam Hyde on life in New York during covid-19 and the great social reboot. 

Part One: The Fire Behind the Smoke of Covid-19 (0 – 28 mins)

A skeptical approach, seeking the fire behind the smoke, New York before, during, & after the lockdown, Sam catches the corona virus, sink & alone for three weeks, layers of sirens, multiple deaths of old people, the hospital system in New York, Plandemic, a bomb hits New York, comparing different c-theories.

Part Two: A Prison of Our Own Making (28 mins – 1 hr 3 mins)

Protests, citizen compliance, what people believe, a trip to the grocery store, mapping social engineering to predict the future, creation of a subculture, new Apple tracking device, engineers of our own enslavement, state support for covid, the new Great Depression, indentured slaves, the end of the growth model, new rules for an old game, the choice of two dystopias, invasion of the body snatchers, dream-seeding, the new feudalism, the technological tipping point.

Part Three: Denial Tea Shop (1 hr 3 mins – 1 hr 38 mins)

The lack of community, autonomy and community, a hub of non-conformity, civilization’s end, drinking denial tea, leaving the city, the geographical cure, growing up off the grid, multiculture as monoculture,  Jasun from Guatemala to Hampstead, culture as climate, variety as spice of life, losing paths of movement in the global village, back to covid, 9/11, people in denial, Sam in moment-to-moment crisis.

Part Four: New Maps for Old Journeys (1 hr 38 mins – end)

Reality-checking depression, insect-brain, the taste of a tangerine, super-focus sickness, the sound of the street, ripple effects in reality, disrupting the standard operating system, as within so without, when structures don’t hold, biological limits to perception, non-confirming evidence, a vector of increasing disbelief, watching the second tower fall, a portal created, loss of icons, finding our place in humanity, divine human intervention, destiny vs. fate, the letting go, straight edge occultism, John de Ruiter vs. Dave Oshana.

Songs: “Pirates” by Entertainment for the Braindead; “Dreams to Tell” & “Ticket Home” by The Bones of J.R. Jones;  “New York Seville” by Bigott; “Changes” by Short Hand.

10 thoughts on “The Liminalist # 246: The Lesser of Two Dystopias (with Sam Hyde)”

  1. We are “nodes of perception(or perspectives,I forgot what you said)” of this covid 19 pandemic/nonpandemic thing. best we can do is describe our experiences in our unique circumstances (not the ideas about it that have been given to us). I’ve had a bit of a relapse into conspiracy research being how much time I’ve had at my disposal. I gave it up for some time having come across you and dave. I’m not sure how informed I need to be in all things related to this disaster of virus. I also live in New York (longisland) and I’ve heard of maybe 7 people that got sick within my wide sphere of relationships 1 of which died of covid. The one death struck me as very odd and I’m not so sure I even trust the diagnosis but what do I know. Long island is no doubt shutdown but I do enjoy the freedom of being able to walk maskless in my neighborhood and i havent been called out yet.
    I’m 30 years old, am pretty dam healthy so I havent had much fear of this thing in the first place. I have tightly knit family and a few weeks ago my brother had family over including my 85 year old grandmother. She left the party because of minor conflict of beliefs between my brother and my cousin who fall on opposite spectrums of the severity of covid. She was pissed that my brother had ejected my cousin for not following the social distancing rules(also he was drunk). She rebelled with a request for a hug and kiss by me for a goodbye, I obliged happily. The party was for my birthday. Shes still liven.

    Visiting my father atm in colorado,l. having this much nature around certainly has its advantages for the mind body soul. But I feel the need to be around people maybe not so much have them on top of me as in a city scenario. Ideally I’d like to have a city within reasonable travel distance from me. Only then could I live in a more rural area.

  2. Thanks for this. I had never thought about the symptoms of Covid-19 so I was a bit taken back when Sam described what he went through. I had to replay it several times to make sure I didn’t miss something. From what I heard, he was describing what I had back in 2017 and I’m sure that was botulism. I laid in bed nonstop, there was no distinction between being awake or being asleep. I was too tired to think, to move, to do anything. I couldn’t keep my eye lids open for long. I drank water and threw up, that was my days and nights. I had no idea what it was at the time. It wasn’t until someone mentioned botulism that I figured out what I had. I had lingering effects from it, too. I’ve never been one to get the flu.

    • Sounds like a 36 hour sudden flash fever I received after hanging out with a teaching group for 12 hours, and eating when I intuited that I should abstain, nearly 20 years ago. Lesson #1 in energy hygiene.

      Very pleasant illuminating conversation despite unpleasant content.

  3. I’ve been looking into pollution & how it might relate to what is going on after my parents became ill. Due to the circumstances of them getting sick, I ended up looking into air pollutants. Didn’t expect the parallels to be as striking as they are. I was originally just looking at particulate matter & nitrogen dioxide until a mother, of a gadolinium (Gd) injured child, asked if I had noticed Kawasaki-like illness symptoms sounded a lot like Gd toxicity. This led me to ozone as well (& you don’t get ozone without nitrogen dioxide). If interested:

  4. I’ve lived in NYC for over 20 years and, like Sam, I got hit with something that fit the symptoms of COVID-19 in early March of this year. It went for my lungs first. I had trouble breathing. My chest felt compressed. I often felt dizzy, as if from a lack of oxygen. I started getting fevers every afternoon that seemed to spike higher each day, until finally, I got into bed one night shaking from the chills. A few hours later, I broke a sweat that drenched the sheets, and then I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up the next morning feeling somewhat better. I self-isolated for the next few weeks, until I felt normal again, and then I started walking around New York with my camera gear to make a documentary (which I’ll provide links to below). I assumed my immune system had figured out how to make antibodies (and/or T-cells) to counter whatever the hell the new virus wanted to do to me, so I felt relatively safe.

    But here’s where things got weird: after my long walks, I started experiencing relapses—or re-infections. And a few days before each relapse, or re-infection, I always smelled a very distinct scent in the air that I described to a friend as something “like moldy oranges.” I ran across that scent while walking just north of Times Square, while taking a stroll along West End Avenue, and even inside my own apartment. At each location, the scent was overwhelming—impossible to ignore. And within 48 hours, I would wind up dizzy and sick again (but never as sick as that first time…). It seemed like there was a connection between the scent and the ensuing illness, but I didn’t know what to make of it. Then my friend—who has some high-level military connections—told me to look up bromobenzyl cyanide, a tear gas with a scent that could be described as moldy oranges—or “bitter almonds.”

    Make of that what you will. The “moldy oranges” scent led me in two directions. I started to wonder if the virus or bacteria or aerosolized chemical that causes COVID-19 symptoms in certain people had been seeded into the air above New York City via geoengineering (or some sort of atmospheric bomb, if you want to stick with Sam’s original line of speculation). Alternatively, I wondered if COVID-19 had made me more sensitive to the cyanide-tainted air pollution all around me—which might help explain why New Yorkers were dying from SARS-Cov-2 in greater numbers, per capita, than people in other parts of the country. We’ll probably never know the answers to those questions, but I think they’re worth asking.

    Anyway, here are the links to the documentary I’ve been making, which shows how the pandemic has been affecting New York City. I’ve been assembling it in as close to real-time as I can manage. I was one of the very few people on the streets at the height of the lockdown in late-March/early-April, and we can hope that the city will never again look as desolate as it did then. I don’t know if SARS-Cov-2 is a bioweapon that rocketed out of the Wuhan Institute of Virology or what, but my personal experience has convinced me that the COVID-19 hysteria has some basis in reality. It’s definitely something more than just an elaborate psy-op with crisis actors—at least here in New York.

    PART II:
    PART III (still in progress):

    • Thanks for the field report Darren; I have to say that, tho it’s obviously speculative, this jibes with my own intuitive/deductive sense that there are targeted populations combined with “an elaborate psyop” in which the crisis actors are now us.

      • I can’t say I disagree with you, Jasun. It’s amazing, really, how most people did as they were told, without even questioning the narrative we were being fed about the pandemic. Then again, from the very beginning I thought the “novel coronavirus” was some sort of bioweapon—CRISPR-engineered to do God only knows what—so I think we were right to proceed with caution at the outset. I probably wouldn’t have been so cavalier about flouting the lockdown rules and walking around on the deserted streets of Manhattan if I hadn’t been slammed with COVID-19 early and found out that I could survive it. But I still wonder about the lasting side-effects. I can’t say I’m 100% back to normal. I still have dizzy spells after my long walks around the city and, like Sam, feel a bit mentally compromised. For instance, my ability to type has seriously degraded… I find about 10 times as many typos in the stuff I write these days, compared to my pre-COVID output, which seems odd, since I’ve been a writer for all of my adult life. But maybe Microsoft Word’s spell-checker is just aggressively fucking with me now that I’ve started coming down so hard on Bill Gates.

  5. Really interesting to read everyone’s responses dealing with different illnesses that had similar symptoms.

    Darren I will definitely watch the links you posted of the documentary you have been making. The closest thing I’ve experienced to the emptiness of the city this past April was when Hurricane Sandy hit. This was definitely more extreme though. I looked up the symptoms of Botulism and while there are indeed some parallels the huge difference is that COVID was really defined by a fever.

    I really felt dumbed down in this chat with Jasun. Was not holding onto or building thoughts as well as I normally do. Missed a couple of things I would normally challenge etc. For example I don’t know if I even mentioned having a fever, it was really what the whole horrible COVID ride was about. I could break the fever with Tylenol and it’s the only way I could get some sleep, but it was always with the bargain of extreme cold sweats. I would wake up with my sheets and myself completely drenched. It was as wet as a bucket of water being thrown on me and my bed. I also bruised a rib on my right side that was excruciating when ever I would cough. It was weird though because I never coughed that much, it didn’t really add up that I had bruised it so bad. It was really the only thing that effected my breathing, I had no shortness of breath. But I was generally breathing shallow to avoid stimulating my very soar rib. I’ve also never experienced any diminished senses of smell or taste. No moldy orange scent to report on my end. The rest of the symptoms Darren described I experienced though.

    Another side bit of strangeness. NY summers always include a lot of fire works but these last two weeks have been extraordinary. Every night from about 9-2am is a barrage of loud booms and sparkly lights in the sky. My paranoid compartment feels like the streets are prepping everyone for different kinds of more violent loud booms in a nightmare future. They booms have become so ubiquitous my cat is now completely unbothered by them. He would bolt like a proper scaredy cat when it first started happening in the beginning of June, he will now give a casual look towards the sound if even that.


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