It was a Wednesday afternoon in the middle of April. The year was 2020, and the entire world was in lockstep over a health crisis, a manufactured health crisis I should add. I was living alone in Brisbane, Australia with my fluffy white ragdoll cat, Bella. My apartment was located in the heart of the city, a vibrant buzzing location, however I barely knew anyone around me.

Staring at the message blinking up from my desk, I closed my laptop and work for the day and picked up my phone.

The message was from a friend I used to grow up with. We had recently reconnected in a like-minded way, as he watched me online start to find my voice, and vocalise my concerns and research.

Inside the message was a link to a YouTube documentary called Out of Shadows (this video has since been taken down after hitting over 20 million views). Intrigued, I clicked on it straight away, screencasted it to my TV, made myself a chamomile tea, and settled in for the evening.

Little did I know that this documentary was about to change my life and the way I saw the world in an irreversible way.

“The Out Of Shadows documentary lifts the mask on how the mainstream media and Hollywood manipulate and control the masses by spreading propaganda throughout their content. The goal of the documentary is to wake up the general public by attempting to shed light on how we all may have been lied to and potentially brainwashed by a "hidden" enemy with a sinister agenda.”

Whether this documentary is liked or believed, or not (IMDB reviews are mixed) is completely irrelevant. It shared truth. Truth that we are now in the process of finding out all over the world as the most depraved images and emails from Epstein and his “friends” circulate.

Almost two hours later I was frozen to my seat, my phone shaking in my hand as I wrote a reply back to my friend.

“I just watched it! Oh my goodness, how can such evil exist?! How long have you known about this?? How can this be true!? The Children!”

I wanted to tell the world what I had watched about Jeffery Epstein and his prolific child trafficking and satanic ring of well-known friends and aquaintances. I wanted to call everyone I knew and inform them but since I was already becoming ostracised from writing about, and questioning the pandemic, I knew that no one at this point of time would believe me. However, it left me needing to know more… thus began my deeper research.

A rabbit hole that never ended

What transpired over the next two weeks were sleepless nights, as nightmares from the documentary took over my psyche in my sleep; sleep paralysis states that left me unable to move my body in a half dreaming state, and an unrested nervous system that left me either crying or skittish, as I tried to make sense of this world I no longer knew. I pulled out books written by Oprah, Deepak Chopra, and others who were named in the files and threw them in the bin, tears of their betrayal running down my face. 2am became my normal bedtime routine, as I would stay up for hours going down a dark rabbit hole that never seemed to end.

The children! The babies… the victims. It was unbearable. I felt alienated in knowing this information, so I joined Telegram groups run by those who were also aware of this new information, as place for comfort, reassurance and intimate conversations.

My days were filled with work and clients, which I was grateful for, but my mind never switched off. Every time I sat with a client, all I could think of was the evil I had discovered. My evenings were spent analysing and over-analysing Instagram accounts, watching documentaries and learning as much as I could.

Over the weeks, in conversations I told friends what I had discovered and sent them the documentary, however in that time, I seemed to have been the only one who truly cared, receiving messages of denial or acceptance “yes I knew they were evil” or “I don’t think it’s real”

I had never felt so alone

Shortly after watching the documentary, I went and stayed with my mother and stepfather for a weekend down south. As they turned the news on, I could not hold back. My heart beating out of my chest, I tried to share my new information, however the media was way ahead of me and had labelled these conversations as conspiracy.

Did you know that the term “conspiracy theorist was created by the C.I.A after JFK’s and other prominent deaths to stop people asking questions.

Read the full Read the full C.I.A. Dispatch here.

As I tried to tell my mother, she remained unmoved. Desperate for her to understand me, I tried again. I shared about my discoveries of this virus, and an agenda planned for 2025 and 2030 that would harm humanity. I told her that through my research I had discovered that the people orchestrating this virus were the same people in the files! She shunned me again. Desperate and frustrated for her to hear me, tears ran down my face as I begged her to listen to her daughter. She then turned away from me and told me she didn’t want to know implying that I was crazy…

“Naomi, the men in the white coats will come and take you away if you keep carrying on like this. Look at you, you are hysterical.”

She then added…

“If a bomb is to be dropped on us tomorrow, I don’t want to know—I want to enjoy my life today”

Devastated that my own mother wouldn’t believe me and realising that she didn’t care, I jumped back online to seek comfort amongst my online and aware friends on Telegram.

The documentary did not name Trump…

Whilst the documentary highlighted many celebrities, politicians, influencers, TV stars, sport stars, it did not expose the exact files that are coming out now, all to do with the current US president. The narrative back then was that Trump was part of a secret military and intelligence operation that would take down the deep state, and save the children.

Desperate for some kind of positive news amongst the hell I was unravelling, I started to believe in this narrative. YouTube spiritual influencers like Lori Ladd started to appear with the same narrative, speaking to the New Age communities, I had become a part of, convincing us that Trump was a lightworker who is playing a role to bring in the New Earth (an apparent utopia that can only be reached if you keep your vibration high). Lori who has been exposed as a zionist, still carries this narrative forward to this day to her vulnerable and influential spiritual followers.

Note: I woke up to my part in believing Trump was a hero after my father died in 2023, and I started to learn about Palestine, and the truth about my religion and zionism. I left the Telegram groups and have since disconnected from the new age community that aligns with the same kind of thinking.

Six months later…

Six months later, my world changed again when I met my beautiful partner Nathan. My concerns were validated on our first date, when I spoke outwardly about what I was discovering. Expecting him to turn and run for the hills or call me crazy, I was completely flabbergasted when he said he already knew.

Nathan had known about the horrors of the world, the Epstein class, the family bloodline that control our every move, and the children since he was a teenager. He knew the real currency was in trafficking. He knew about the celebrities, and the nicknames for children. He knew about the agendas and the orchestrated virus and lockdowns. He knew everything I had just discovered. I felt like I had finally found my person, my safety net, who didn’t turn away from uncomfortable truths.

After Nathan and I got officially together, we watched the documentary; Out of Shadows again (I could only partly watch it this time) Then Nathan introduced me to a two hour documentary The Zeitgeist (that we just recently watched again). The Zeitgeist is an eye-opening 2007 documentary film about religion, banks and further speculation into the September 2011 attacks. I could at least now join the dots a little more…

Over the years Nathan and I met more people who were aware. We left the city and moved to the country, started to learn how to grow our own food and become self-sufficient… however that documentary never left my mind. I could no longer watch movies. I had blocked and unfollowed every celebrity and any music was listened to much more consciously. I would understand lyrics in a deeper way and what they were trying to convey to us, such as the below lyrics from Californication by The Red Hot Chilli Peppers… “Californication” is a reference to “California” and “fornication

Pay your surgeon very well to break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin, is this your chin, or is that war you’re waging?
First born unicorn
Hardcore soft porn

Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication

Marry me, girl, be my fairy to the world, be my very own constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard, it’s Californication”

Things that seemed so innocent to me growing up now had references to pedophilia, propaganda, subliminal messaging (I already knew this one from studying marketing) and deeper meanings. I revisited movies and songs from the 90s and saw it all so clearly. I still do. Nathan and I got rid of our tv and disconnected from conversations that spoke about films, celebrities and more, opting for deeper and more aware connections.

Knowing how sick the Epstein class of people were, when the genocide happened in Palestine, I knew straight away that this was the start of something big; their next move.

The next piece of the Epstein puzzle… I learnt about zionism and mossad operations

The escalation of the violence and horror in Palestine once again filled me with anxiety, fears, dread and absolute shock, as those I knew again turned away. The discovery about my zionist heritage and the betrayal of my religion led me to stand up loudly for Palestine, and those under oppression and violence. For over two years, I and many others, have seen live on my screen, dead men, women, children, animals and babies. Words cannot describe what we have witnessed, let alone what the Palestinians have endured, and still enduring to this day.

With the knowledge about zionism, came the knowledge about mossad, the honey pot trap and Israel being a place that hid, housed and welcomed child offenders.

I then learnt that Epstein was a mossad agent who would lure influential people into doing abhorrent acts with children as a form of blackmail. It made even more sense to me; with the Jewish religion being the epicentre of it and a brilliant disguise for zionism and their sick crimes. Articles came out about Rabbis and Jewish child offenders. Each one giving me another piece of this dark and deceitful puzzle.

Just recently the Israeli minister’s daughter had come out accusing her family of sexual and satanic abuse. However after putting out multiple videos begging for her story to be heard she was found dead eight days ago.

Even though information was being dropped at a fast pace, I was encouraged to see more people researching and uncovering the truth; going down the rabbit hole I went down years ago.

Then the files start to leak…

I knew why this was being done and what repercussions it would have. I knew that many people were about to be as traumatised as I was six years ago as they learnt the truth in a horrible and graphic way. I also knew this was by design; a way to normalise this predatory behaviour, whilst siphoning the energy of the population.

After six years of being so aware of the horrors of the world and witnessing multiple live genocides, I had finally calmed my nervous system, so once the files began to drop — I disappeared…

Part two to come…

“You will never find justice in a world where criminals make the rules.” — Bob Marley

After almost seven years working for myself in my creative and copywriting business, I obtained a job in a fruit and vegetable market whilst I started studying again, landed in the most toxic environments, was verbally abused by a male MAGA zionist publicly in front of customers and staff, and got fired. In that order…

As I sit here writing this, I’ve contemplated sharing it, however writing is an expression of mine, and the truth is my ethos so here it goes.

How it happened… well…

I ignored my internal warning system

First of all, I knew. In fact, I had a premonition. I had a flash, a warning that something was about to happen if I didn’t leave. It was so fleeting at the time, but a feeling that stayed with me until my vision became a reality. Until I was in front of this bald headed angry controlling male, sweat dripping down his face as he accused me of ignoring a customer from the back of the store, and screamed at me to get out, in front of other staff and customers. A man who had used coercive control on other staff members. A narcissist who liked to dehumanise and oversexualise others.

And of course a zionist.

The thing is, when you ignore that intuitive whisper, you ignore your internal warning system that tells you something doesn’t feel right. That whisper then turns into a niggle, then a nudge—until the universe is literally slapping you awake to the reality you’ve allowed yourself to be in.

Even Nathan my partner had been telling me to leave the store when I would come home with tales of sexual inappropriateness, micromanaging, control, slander and abuse.

I was planning on leaving but it was too late. The energy was already in motion…

I betrayed my own ethics…

I knew this store wasn’t right for me when I had to sell Israeli dates, or hummus, knowing the real origin of these products were from Palestine. A beautiful place that was hidden from me growing up in the Jewish religion. The Palestinians are beautiful resilient Indigenous people who have been fighting for their land, country, freedom and home since the 1948 Nakba.

The Nakba, in Arabic means "catastrophe," and refers to the violent and horrific displacement of over 700,000 Palestinians from their home in Palestine by Israeli, zionist soldiers in 1948.

The betrayal of my ethics regarding these products weighed on me daily, but I stayed. I convinced myself that it was to help my partner financially and work towards our vision of owning our own land.

However, I could never shake that pit in my stomach when I would put the dates in a customer’s bag, a silent part of me would scream “what are you doing!?”

Nor could I shake the disregard of food dumped mindlessly in the bin, as my afterwork phone screen lit up with starving Palestinian children begging for food.

I saw the signs…

I’m no stranger to verbal abuse, having had grown up in it by my zionist family. I had spent years and a lot of time, energy, tears and money healing my very fractured spirit. After meeting Nathan, a beautiful man who showed me what unconditional love really looked like, I started to recognise the patterns of verbal, narcissistic and emotional abuse, starting with my family.

I thought I was now able to see the signs, the behaviours the personalities, and knew when to stay away.

My days of attracting narcissistic abusive people were over… or so I thought.

Until I got a job. Until I ventured into the matrix, the capitalistic system again filled with different characters and personalities, and their traumas.

A cycle repeats

On Wednesday, after hastily leaving the store, I sat in my car frozen, my heart racing, speaking to Nathan who gave me his unconditional love and support, and restraint from going down there and belting the guy. Nathan told me who to contact, what to say and met me with loving arms as I got home and melted into him, still bewildered that I had once again attracted narcissistic abuse. That this situation had once again found me.

A cycle of abuse once again repeating.

The craziest thing about this was that this man had the same name as the one who had abused, attacked and stalked me for my stance and voice on Palestine over the years, Andrew. A name that my own family had defended.

And now here I was at a work situation, where other collegues were acting in the same manner. It was like this cycle was not yet finished.

It was another universal lesson for a generational cycle breaker of abuse…

What followed after were three colleagues checking in on me, and the other owner touching base and apologising on behalf of the company, and then two resignations. One loyal justice-seeking freedom colleague who witnessed the injustice resigned and walked out shortly after me. A customer horrified at the event posted a negative review on the company’s Google and escalated a complaint to Fair Work Commission Australia. It seemed like justice was on its way…

Then this happened…

What else followed is what generally happens when you are dealing with a narcissist. Smearing, shaming, manipulating. The part where you see each character come into play; the enablers who justify abuse; the supporters (the two amazing women who contacted me with care followed with their resignation); the confusion (the ones torn on what to do) and the monkeys; the ones who side, leer and participate, whilst internally being glad it wasn’t them.

As Google is owned by zionists, Google then allowed this man to delete those reviews that held justice. (however I kept screenshots).

To Justice, or not to Justice?

As someone who gave up two years of their life to fight for the injustice done to the Palestinians, what would I do when the injustice was turned to me?

For two days, I have pondered this. Part of me wanting to let it go and focus on the good things in my life, find work that aligns and resume my studies. Move on. After all, being happy is a form of justice of itself.

The other half, the warrior of justice and truth. The one who doesn’t want anyone else to experience what I have. The one who loves and cares for others and wants to see the energy return in a karmic way; to pursue justice.

So, I’m choosing to do both. I am doing what I can to re-regulate my nervous system. Focus on my beautiful humble life and search for what aligns with me, whilst sharing this story with those familiar with the business, who knew I worked there. Sharing this story with you.

Will I pursue legal action, No.

But I will do my best to ensure that others won’t ever have to meet this man’s darker side in the way I did. I will explore my options. I will speak truth, and for justice and I will stay loud, but most of all, I will keep creating a life that feels good from the inside out. I will keep walking forward, letting go and listening to the whispers and nudges as they come. I will be the change that I want to see in the world.

That’s the least I can do…

Thanks for reading!

As the year came to a close, I knew two things I did not want to take into the next era or chapter of my life; Facebook and an unregulated nervous system, so one of the first things I did on the 1st of January was sign up to Toni Nagy’s Free Your Body, And The Rest Will Follow somatic movement 4 week course that focuses on releasing stagnant energy and trauma in the body. If you haven’t followed Toni yet, she puts Shakira’s hips don’t lie to shame … her whole ethos is to move your body and shake that trauma ooooout!

I’m not normally the one to sign up to online short courses but this one spoke to me, and after the past five years of awakening, loss, love, attacks, healing from childhood trauma and baring witness to the worst crimes done to humanity through multiple live genocides; my body and nervous system screamed yessss. So I did it, before my mind could argue its case.

The second thing I did—deleted Facebook

As I write this, it is the 2nd of January, and the day I would be erasing seventeen years of my online footprint, digital memories; my travels, the legacy of what was once my business, and an energetic connection to my past. For the past year I had chosen instead to deactivate my Facebook. I wasn’t ready to completely let go. It held so many memories and two memorial pages of my late father and grandmother… but today I knew it was time. I was finally ready.

Whilst Facebook had brought in many connections, experiences, and was once a great tool for business and connection, it also at times destroyed my mental health, and many relationships through different political ideations, morals, or a difference of opinion. To me, Facebook had lost its Soul, its depth, and merely became a tool for ego, consumerism, capitalism and comparison. It became a superficial place where majority would be allowed to stay silent on the real issues of the world (like the genocide and harm done to the Palestinians, the Congolese, the Sudanese), and a divisive platform that would shove baiting media headlines into your feed, enticing a barrage of online fighting and arguing. Not to mention the censorship and the upcoming digital ID. I was done!

Over the years, and since learning about Palestine, I had chosen other apps to be social on and was more than ready to let go. I logged in, knowing my head would want to look around a bit, see what people were up to. I knew my heart would want to re-form attachments, especially as I scrolled through old images deciding which ones to save before I deleted my online Facebook identity forever.

However during my scrolling, I met a former part of myself. Well should I say seventeen years of my former self.

There was the one who always had a drink in her hand, a glazed smile and the life of the party, the one who travelled the world and boasted excitedly about it, the one who would take photos of the beach in introversion, the ocean, butterflies and write about the magic of life; the heartbroken one after failed romantic relationships who would go offline for weeks then come back on with a philosophical post, and the one surrounded by family and friends, yet always feeling like the black sheep. The boss babe, who started her own business and supported others in starting theirs. The one who smiled politely, spoke softly, worked diligently, and even though she never wanted to rock the boat, she always accidentally managed to.

I looked at these photos of me, of different ages, different timelimes, different countries, different friends and I started to really understand the lifestory and the evolution of the woman staring back at me.

Ready to let go of the ghosts from my past and my former self, I headed to my settings and clicked the button I had been hesitant but wanting to click for a while - DELETE ACCOUNT

Facebook’s typical warning and persuasion came up; do I want to stay? Do I want to only take a break, do I really want to go for real? Was I really ready to delete seventeen years of my online footprint. I was. I hit delete and it was done!

The wasp

The next part of my day was to practice Day 1 of my somatic course. I rolled out my yoga mat, took my slippers off ready to start my journey back into my childhood. Walking into the kitchen to grab a quick glass of water, I saw a wasp that had been living inside for a few days, resting on our tap. I had noticed him (male wasps have longer antennas than the females) hours earlier and hadn’t wanted to do the dishes so not disturb him. I figured he would fly away but he was still there, and he looked weakened. I remembered being told that when bees were exhausted, giving them a little bit of water and sugar can help revive them, so I grabbed a teaspoon with sugar water and placed it gently in front of him. He moved his tiny legs towards the spoon and started to drink. It was the first time I had seen a wasp drink; his little antennas moving as he gulped whilst I watched in amazement. I kept the spoon there until he got enough strength to fly but sadly not enough energy to make it away from the sink and landed instead on the other basin.

I waited a few minutes and then held the teaspoon up with more sugar water and he clambered onto it and started walking towards me, gripping the handle of the spoon for dear life, as I hurriedly ran out onto the deck and placed the spoon with the wasp on it on the railing, proceeding to give him more sugar water. He would take little sips, walk a little and then need to rest.

I was invested in this little wasp. For hours I kept an eye on him. He would drink a little bit and then rest. As I watched, I started to think about what this may have symbolised. His energy was depleted because he was in our home, instead of outside in the garden, with an abundance of flowers and pollen that he would normally use as a source of energy to keep going. He had flown into a place that was unfamiliar and for days he didn’t know how to/or want to leave.

A wasp normally has a sharp sting and a fierce presence. In African folklore, they can be a symbol of evolution, action and clarity, and reclaiming control.

So what did a dying and exhausted wasp symbolise to me?

I thought back to the images of my former self when I was deleting my Facebook account, the amount of times I had to die and rebirth to become the fierce protector I am today, of myself, and of justice and the earth. The times where I had to cling on for dear life as parts of my life changed in unexpected ways. I thought back to the times I was stung, where I had run out of energy after being in the wrong environment and with the wrong people, and how many times I needed time and space to heal, to let go, to get my energy up so I could fly freely.

This little exhausted wasp spoke to my spirit as he slowly started to gain even more energy. I left him at his last landing spot after attempting his second flight; the cushion of my egg chair and went back inside hoping that he would make it.

10 minutes later before I pressed play on Toni’s course, I went outside and saw an empty egg chair. The wasp had made it! He had flown away. Satisfied that I had managed to help it, I clicked on the course and began Day 1 of my somatic 4 week journey into the underworld, knowing that my spiritual lessons had already started.

If you’re reading this article, then chances are you are one of the people I am talking about. The rebel, the change maker, the dreamer, the deep thinker, the truth seeker, the empath, the one who wants to make this world a better place. The one who cares for others, who doesn’t compromise their values or truth, and is walking in this world with their eyes and hearts wide open.

If this is you, then I know how hard it’s been. I know the isolation, the ostracisation, the rejection, the loneliness. I know the risks you’ve taken, the family and friends you’ve lost, and even your careers. I know how it feels to see things others can’t.
To feel the weight of the world on your shoulders and strive each day to create change but see the same day replay over and over again.

It’s been three weeks since I deleted my social media apps. Three weeks of downtime, processing and learning how to breathe and be again. It’s been three weeks of coming back to what is and who is really important to me and focusing my time, health and energy in that direction. During this time, I have reflected a lot. I needed to take a step back and process the past five years, and all that I had seen and learnt, or unlearnt.

After two years of advocacy for Palestine, and my role as a Jewish person in it, as well as the past five years of awakening to the realness and truth of our world and speaking out about it, I needed time to step away and decide how I wanted to live, be and act moving forward that didn’t allow this beast of a system to take from me; my energy, my health and at times my soul.

It’s not easy being wide awake in a sleeping world. The cost of it can take a lot from us, but if we stand strong in who we are, our truth and live by our values, the path will slowly start to show us the way forward…

1. You may lose a lot, but you will find yourself

Friends, family, relationships may start to fracture as you discover more lies about the world, and more truths about who you are as a person and how you want to live. As hard as it is, if a connection doesn’t have the strength to hold during conflict or difference of opinion, it never had strong foundations to begin with. During the past five years, it has been a testament to see only the strongest relationships and connections survive.

I know that I can no longer connect with those who still believe in governments, media, and think politicians and celebrities are their main source of information (especially if they agree with this incoming digital ID that allows us to be tracked and traced even further). In my search for true authentic connections; empathy, self-awareness, kindness, and those who want to be free, and others to be free is high on mine and my partners list.

My morals and advocacy for Palestine has extended that level higher with my time and energy mainly being reserved for those who can say Free Palestine with their chest or at least support my advocacy in it. To those who don’t seem bothered by 600,000+ men, women, children, animals and babies being intentionally harmed and massacred livestreamed on our screens, I limit my time, heart, energy and interaction with.

Whilst it has been lonely at times and a hard path to traverse, it has created space for real in-depth connections that stem from empathy, compassion and communication rather than on-surface small talk.

2. Social media has stolen our time, energy & manipulated our consciousness

Social media has changed our world, and in my opinion not for the better. Whilst it’s given us a tool to connect to others worldwide, support small business, share our advocacy for those who need our support, create awareness and discover things we may never have known; from history, health, education and the truth about this rotting capitalistic system that has created a me only focused dog-eat-dog world, it has also created irreversible damage to relationships and mental health.

The shadow side of social media can render us unconscious through manipulated algorithms, bots and endless scrolling, and the past five years has seen us online more than ever! For those of us advocating for others; who are awake and aware and wanting to share truth, we have spent endless time and energy on social media, only to be shamed, censored and shadowbanned.

Over six months ago, I deactivated my Facebook. It took me a while to get to that point. I had an attachment albeit an unhealthy one; to my photos, memories, memorial pages of family that are no longer with us, people from my past, and my now-closed down copywriting & creative services business of six years. However, Facebook was no longer useful to me anymore. Not only did I feel that this narcissistic platform had caused more harm than good by deeply fracturing friendships, relationships and family ties but it was keeping me connected to people I no longer wanted to be connected to.

It felt incredibly dystopian to jump on and see the glorification of lives and material gain whilst ignoring the true realities of our world; the live broadcasted genocide in Palestine, the slavery in Congo, and other populations experiencing harm, violence and oppression.

Social media has manipulated our emotions and consciousness through what we have seen and been shown, and those who have woken up to the deceit of the world have felt it our moral responsibility to awaken others using social media as tool, only to be judged and had our lifeforce completely sucked out of us.

Now, we need to stay conscious whilst scrolling. This is something I plan to implement when I log back on. To be aware of our feelings and emotions and manage them in a healthy way. Let go of those attachments that stop us from being who we want to be. I know that what we’ve seen and witnessed, and the corruption of the world can cause outrage but I’ve learnt through my own health challenges unless we have a healthier way of expressing our emotions, they will stay inside of us.

Not allowing social media to trigger, or steal your life force energy is a process, but once mastered you will stay conscious with every scroll and take your power back.

3. You’ll grieve the world you once knew

Gone are the days of sitting peacefully at my grandparents home, the quiet hum of the small television or radio could be slightly heard without disrupting the ambience of the room. I remember by 9pm the television would be off and my grandparents away to bed together. There were no phones or distractions. Circadian sleep rhythms were normal as they rose with the sun the next day. Most people owned a home as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Celebrities were admired in a healthy way and true friendship looked like dropping around unannounced for a cup of tea.

Nowadays, we are scrolling until late, blue light filtering our eyes disrupting our sleep and our wellbeing; whilst the last thing we see before logging offline could be a lifeless child far away from us. We no longer have community and technology runs our lives and our minds.

Empathy, compassion and care is missing, and many people walk around sleeping with their eyes open, disconnected, distracted and exhausted without knowing why…

Back then family knew how to be family, and how important one was. Disgruntled arguments led to conducive conservations that would repair or end in a healthier manners (much different to this new era of ghosting, blocking, judgment and belittling). We wouldn’t need to stay connected to Jenny from the video store we worked with at 21 through a like, happy birthday, or occasional message on a social app. She would either be an active participant in our life, or would have naturally grown apart in a healthy way.

For those of us aware and who feel deeply, we don’t see the same world anymore. To me it feels zombie-like and ingenuine, but that’s why it is so important to keep being REAL. Realness is what is missing. Real emotions, real connections, real care–so keep it real at all times and let the real ones find you.

4. We are forever changed and we can’t go back

The past five years changed us dramatically. Not only did it impact the world which has never recovered thanks to an evil empire running the show (hello Israel, USA and big corporations) and corrupt governments, but it brought forward the unconscious wounds and shadows of our planet.

For the past five years, it has demonstrated how easy (and how fragile these connections really were) it was to break apart from others. Using whatever word the governments chose for the week to create an us vs them consciousness and division (such as the race wars consistently being perpetuated by media) that we are still living through this day.

Sadly majority of the population are unaware of how deep this corruption really is, unaware of the celebrities, sportstars, politicians, influencers, singers, actors they idolise are strangers with dark shadows; some initiated into secret clubs and asked to do things that would have the world in horror should they know how they gain their fame and fortune.

Nor do they realise the fiat system; the way they print money out of thin air, whilst taxing us to the grave and keeping many in a survival mentality. Working the population as modern day slaves, as they wait for the polls to vote without realising the game is always rigged for humanity’s decline. “For your safety” a notable word that gets the populas bowing down at governments knees without questioning WHY?

Not only have we exchanged empathy for apathy but we’ve forgotten how important self responsibility, self actualisation and personal accountability really is; allowing those in power to make our decisions for us has created a world we no longer know.

Little do people know that when you take away others ability to make their own choices or become responsible for their choices, you also take away their freedom and their right to chose.

Sadly, majority of people have no idea that most corporations and big business; from Netflix to your electricity company, are owned by the same zionist entity; Blackrock and Vanguard, created by the same families who control most of our world; Rothchild’s, Rockefellers and many others that you may have not even heard of. A simple search on the internet will prove this isn’t a conspiracy.

5. We’ve sacrificed a lot to become activists for Truth, Love and Freedom

In times of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act
- George Orwell

I never thought in a million years that part of my future would be standing up for freedom in 2020 (and the following years) after discovering the fraud, corruption and lies as they locked our entire world down; to then be advocating for the stopping of a live genocide broadcasted to my phone, where for two years I’ve seen the most horrific images of harm done to a native population of men, women, children, animals and babies.

As a descendant of a holocaust survivor who was brought up hearing about the images that are live on my phone now, did I ever imagine it happening in the 21st century, nor did I ever think that those I know and love, would support or wilfully ignore. That religion could be chosen over human and children’s lives… but sadly here we are.

Gratefully though, my beautiful life partner and chosen family feel the same way as me, and as we look outwards onto the sad state of the world, we try and be the change we wish we could see by shopping locally and consciously (download the No Thanks app) being kind, and contributing to a better world.

Part of my awakening, as well as within zionism, has been in the new age community; a toxic positive mentality that even writing the above words had my prior new age identity scrutinising my words with a “you’re being too negative” … now I say back to her, it’s not negative—it’s just real.

Being an advocate for truth and love is the most rewarding but challenging path you could ever take. Once you decide to open your eyes and your heart, you can never close them again and once you stand up for human life, humanity and others freedom, that becomes your path forward.

You didn’t chose activism, it chose you because you know that there is a far greater purpose.

Keeping your eyes open in a world that wants them closed is callenging but once you see, it is hard to unsee. Once you know, it is hard to unknow. The rose coloured glasses are off, small talk becomes painful and your search for authenticity leads you onto an unconventional path that others may look down upon. You may wander for a while, not know where you are going; in-between worlds. Things may fall away as you stand up and share your voice and show the world who you really are, and it may hurt like hell. Sometimes you’ll wish you could just go back to asleep. To not know. To have not bared witness or cared as much as you do, but deep down you know you can’t.

Your eyes opened for a reason, and whilst the cost of being so wide awake has been immense, your strength, resistance and at time rebellion, has taken you on path filled with love, purpose and passion. A path that will at some stage will bring you back home to yourself and you will be grateful that your eyes stayed open the entire time.

A lone swing crafted by hand, rocks back and forth in solitude, waiting for its next visitor.

The sun hides, its rays peeking through the dark and stormy clouds of the tropics.

A mosquito lands on my leg as I swat it away, it hovers around in opportunity.

Small talk surrounds me, as I nod and smile… my body here, but my mind a million miles away, pondering the universe, the world, whilst I hear talk about the weather, work and more holidays away.

Images of what I've seen and witnessed the past few years flash up as a movie montage.

But I'm in Paradise

I shake my head out of my reverie

And rejoin the conversation, holding my chai, the sweet taste lingering on my lips.

I stare out into the water again

Conversations fade into the background

I don't know how to do small talk anymore

I say to myself

I've seen too much

I know too much

I care too much

I purposely chose the t-shirt I wore today. A top that had the words Freedom on it.

Freedom is one of my highest values

Freedom for me, my friends, my family

For all.

The conversations continue…

I don't know what to say, I don't know how to contribute anymore

Me, who used to collect new friends weekly, who travelled the world, visiting 30 countries. Who loved getting to know people, who was able to talk about anything with anyone anytime. Who got excited for island trips and travel.

I now sit back, sunglasses on, introverted, remotely listening, knowing the people around me haven't seen the images I have. They do not know or understand the world like I do, nor do they hold the same care. To them life is normal. It's a break from their 9-5 schedule, a chance for celebration, relaxation, for renewal

But for me, nothing changes

Except I'm on an Island

As soon as I open my apps, the images are still there, the children are still dying, my inbox loaded with more messages pleading for my help.

An injustice that has changed me forever

I may be on an Island

But I'm not really here

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What if it were you
That was born in a faraway land
A place filled with olive trees
That was gently placed by hand

What if it were you
A child so innocent and young
Saw military men outside your home
Each one gripping a gun

What if it were your home
That was raided through the night
As they ransacked your belongings
And gave your family a dreadful fright

They took your father far away
Their Hebrew was hard to hear
The words that you did know
Made you freeze up in fear

What if you were a teenager
Who saw a man of nineteen
Pull his first trigger
His eyes awash with obscene

A path he only knew
A path he couldn’t shake
A path that stopped a heart
A life he had to take

A path that stole his soul
His humanity and his mind
One void of empathy
And kept him loyal, dark and blind

What if this were your family
What would you do
Would you scream out into the world
As they silence and censor you

What if it were your children
That went missing through the night
Would you beg others to join you
As you fight for your peoples right

What if this was your life
Where oppression was the norm
Where you had toe the line
And were made to conform

When resistance is in your blood
Your ancestors DNA
They brutally force you from your land
When all you want to do is stay

What if it were you
Who held your granddaughter tight
Whispered your last words
As her body lost its fight

And fell into your arms
Hair across her tiny face
You hold her so close
Whilst cursing the human race

What if it were you
That had to show the world your hurt
Your destroyed tent, lack of food
And children covered in dirt

What if it were you
Not a scrap of food in sight
Left for starvation
As your body loses its fight

What if you were you
On the other side of this screen
Your home torn to pieces
And your people don’t mean a thing

What if you watched another
Try to get their friends to see
That you are a human being
And a devoted mother of three

You watch as they turn away
They really don’t want to know
They have a luncheon to tend to
And don’t want to spoil their happy glow

What if you were crying
And a saw a video on your feed
A woman talking about manifesting your best life
Her eyes shining with greed

What if it were you
That changed place with another
And you could live the life you want
Whilst they had to suffer

What if it were you
A phrase that’s said so much
Because too many people
Have lost their way
And their human touch

What if you were born in place
That swelled with flowers and trees
Though you could never go back
Even through you still have your keys

What if the land could speak
And share, or cry or yell
Could you imagine the kinds of stories
The land of Palestine could tell

A land so faraway
A land that fights to be free
A land that calls its people home
In every single plea

A land that holds a special place
In every Palestinian’s heart
A land torn from its ancestors
As they were forced to depart

What if it were you
And your life was broadcasted online
And Instead of holding this phone
Your home is Palestine

My apology to my Palestinian, Muslim & Arab friends on behalf of my zionist ancestry.

Since this video, I've found out even more information.

I am not carrying the burden of my family, but I am changing the path going forth...

In any way I can...

Watch this space

Free Palestine. Save Gaza 🍉

I just watched this incredible documentary “How to Erase a People” by uncivilised on YouTube. It was 20 minutes long and filled with not only the Palestinian struggles during the Nakba but also the Native Americans.

The documentary highlighted what it means to be Indigenous, to be so connected to a land, to its trees, to its soil, to the ancestry buried within each grain of dirt.

How when 750,000 Palestinians were expelled from their land in 1948, they took with them their keys—determined to return one day.

This was something I was never told about, growing up in the Jewish religion, which was really zionism teachings. I was told that Israel was our homeland. A land without people for us, the people—and we are what made the desert bloom…

However even as child I never felt that any more than just words. I never felt a stirring within me that made me feel like it was my land. That made me want to go there. I was never told stories of how Jewish people planted olive trees and sat under as they grew. I was never told about the soil that my ancestors held within their hands as they planted their first seed. I never saw my parents faces light up with recognition as they spoke about a land that was meant to be ours.

I never felt a connection that made me want to learn more. More than just teachings by Rabbis, more than just words, more than the books about Israel that filled my father’s bookshelf, more than what I was told God’s words were—given to us because we were “chosen”.

Chosen for what? I used to think. Why aren’t we in Israel? Is it staying empty for us? I used to question as a child.

The answers never left a stirring within my heart. They never left a longing that I have seen on Palestinian and Indigenous faces as they describe their grandmothers’ gardens, filled with buttercups, tulips, daisies, marigolds, and the scent of chamomile. The smiles on their faces as they describe what it would feel like to “one day return home”

If we were living in Australia, why did we talk so much about Israel… wouldn’t our longing for a land that we belong to make us return home straight away, why wait? No one could answer these questions that I never dared to ask, in fear of their ostracized responses.

I never felt connected to Israel, because it isn’t my land. It isn’t filled with family memories or stories. I was told it was a holiday destination, a place for fun. It was a place where my grandfather, a holocaust survivor, fought in the 1948 war, in the colonisation of Palestine. However this was never told me to as a child, and I’ve had to learn these hard truths over the past 16 months as I discovered photos of my grandfather in soldiers’ uniforms, holding weapons and sadly, planting trees over what would have been Palestinian villages.

I don’t see this as a Jewish person. I’ve never seen this and growing up in Australia in cities, where food and all resources are provided even though we live in a place of plenty. Where people are disconnected, governments worshipped and the land never spoken about, this seemed but a dream as a child. In fact so, that I grew up wanting to be a farmer (and a fashion designer, but that is for another day) without understanding why…

Now that I live in the country, learning how to grow our own food and herbs, connecting and hearing the land, feeling the dirt under my fingernails, I understand what it feels like to be in a place that belongs, that feels like home.

Israel was never my home, my land because it was never meant to be, and as a child I had a knowing that something or someone else was there instead even though I was never once told about Palestine, or knew it existed (I share this in other articles).

I knew because when it is your home, the land calls you, and it never once called me.

It never called me as a child, at my Bat Mitzvah, as a teenager, as a young adult, when I went travelling, and not even now.

Because it was always calling for the Palestinians, and one day they will return home with their keys in a Free Palestine, where the olive trees will once again grow in abundance, and the desert this time really will bloom.

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For the past 16 months, millions of us around the world have been watching a live genocide of men, women and children on our screens. Massacres, bombing, deliberate harm, and unjust.

It has been horrific and upsetting, but for me one of the most upsetting parts was the lack of care or support from friends, and even worse friends and family who support it proudly and openly by standing with Israel.

Many times, I have felt like I am on an island on my own, feeling and thinking of the world so differently to those who chose to prioritise their comforts over children and human life.

The pain of rejection stemming deep as I see that something I care so deeply about, and speak so passionately about is not rendered in the majority of friends and families hearts. Watching those choose to look away, whilst I am screaming into a void “for them to care”.

Feeling the lack of empathy, care and compassion towards me as a friend and towards the Palestinians, who have been starved and live massacred for the past 16 months.

For those who don’t know, I share this openly in a lot of my videos and now my recently launched podcast, I am Jewish by birth, my mother sides being Sephardic Jews, that may have originated from Spain, Portugal, North Africa, or parts of the Middle East. My fathers side is Ashkenazi, Polish Jews.

My grandfather on my fathers side was the only survivor of the Holocaust, which I later found out that he was then recruited into the new Jewish army during World War Two. The Jewish Brigade, which was created by the British in 1944, had 5000 Jewish volunteers. My grandfather then later joined the IDF.

I talk a little more about my upbringing in Jewish zionism in my article How I grew up and awakened out of Jewish zionism.

Growing up we were told “never again” so to see this being done, with the majority of Jewish people I know or grew up with supporting this, has been heart shattering.

I’ve walked away from the majority of my family, and only just reconnected with my mother after a year.

It’s been hard to navigate this all. Not only speaking out and going against the religion I grew up in, the zionist ideology, and family, but being amongst the shadowban and censorship, where I felt my voice suppressed and my posts barely seen.

To be speaking on what people consider polarising topics, where it’s really just human life, has made me feel more ostracized by those I thought I knew.

I know I am not alone in feeling like this. I once put out a post on my Instagram asking those who follow me and fellow pro Palestine and humanitarians how they are navigating those silent, or supporting around them. Back then, I wasn’t as definitive in my tolerance and my boundaries of those silent in this genocide, than I am now.

The responses were all similar, most had moved away from those who didn’t care or support us on this path. Most had also given friends and families the benefit of the doubt and have had no choice but to walk away.

There were some, like me, that understood some friends were going through their own shadows and really didn’t have capacity to walk this path, however they still supported and encouraged us and what we are doing in speaking for those that do not have a voice. To me that is just as important.

For those of us who have been on this journey for 16 months and beyond, we have been tipped upside down as we have awakened to further truths of the world. We have had to sit within our own shadows, our own reckoning. We have had to process what we have been seeing, and the gaslighting from both those silent and those supporting, and we have been rebirthed.

The older versions of us and our lives are now gone, as we struggle with our new identities in a world where people think it is ok to bomb babies live on our phones.

It’s been the most challenging path to navigate, and only those who have been courageous enough to bear witness and open their hearts to the Palestinians really understand this journey.

So, if you are like me, and have risked it all to speak for these beautiful human beings and their family, pets, loved ones… Here are a few tips on how I am navigating the silence of the world.

Find the ones who care

To me this is my amazing partner, pro Palestinian people and few empathetic, compassionate and caring friends. I say few because as someone who used to collect friends like I collected underwear, my circle over the past 4 years has become very small.

Our vibe does attract our tribe. If you have friends and family that are open to hearing and caring, then they are worth being around. Find those that don’t think you are arguing, if you express yourself. Those who love you unconditionally and most of all see and understand your heart, especially when it comes to humanity.

We aren’t always going to see eye to eye. Most topics have become polarising or political, so it is so important to have those in our lives that we can express to, and have it received with love and care.

Find acceptance with the ones who don’t

This is something I am still navigating, as I do believe in freewill and everyone’s right to choose the path right for them. However when it comes to a live genocide and massacre of men, women, children, babies, animals, elderly I can’t help but put these people in a type of category, one that I feel more disconnected with.

Whilst I do respect their right to chose, I won’t be able to see them the same way, and I do not want to carry any anger or resentment towards them—even though my inner lion hearted self is screaming out “why don’t you fucking care!?

Using this energy only depletes me, and I find that when I focus my energy and time on those I can express to, those that care it feels a lot better than focusing on the many that don’t. Acceptance allows us to let go (if needed) and move forward into a more aligned path and more aligned people.

Become your own best friend

If you are a truth speaker, truth seeker, humanitarian like myself, and standing with Palestine, then it is tricky to keep friends, relationships or family around that suppress your voice. It can bring up childhood wounds and make you feel lonely and unloved.

I’ve realised that when I feel that pain and sit with it, I become more connected to me, and when I yearn for someone who understands me, whether a partner, friend, family, the more I get to know myself, the more I find acceptance with parts of myself. I become my own cheerleader in life.

The more you step beyond the constraints that those around you, and society expect you to stay confined within, the more you embrace your fears of standing alone.

It’s not easy at all, but over time—it will become worth it as you learn to back yourself.

Build Boundaries with your time & energy

As an empathetic person, I love to help others. Both my partner and I get the warm and fuzzies when we can offer something to someone, whether it’s a compassionate ear, help or someone in dire need. I know that most people standing with Palestine are also wired like this. We love to give. We are walking love (most of the time) and we have the ability to put ourselves in others shoes.

So caring for, and supporting the Palestinians only came natural to us. We have been there day and out, making sure that they know we are with them. We have fallen in love with them, and like me, some of us are always in communication with them on the ground.

Then comes the censorship, which restricts ours and their voices, making us stay on these zionist owned apps even longer, draining our time and our energy as we try and say the same thing over and over again in different ways.

I just had two very beautiful pro humanity/pro Palestine friends at different times this week tell me to take a break. They understand this journey and the toll it can take on us, so I listened to their care and I have…

And as soon as I turned my phone off, this article was born.

It is SO important that we create boundaries with our time and energy with others and online. Self care is priority during these times and so is prioritising joy and fun. Even our beautiful Palestinians, no matter what they are going through, show us what true resilience looks like. Some even getting married and many having a lot of babies during the hardest times of their lives.

In order to continue this work, we need to be strong in ourselves, we also need to be able to manage our own personal lives, with family, relationships, work and business.

Sadly, as much as I wanted, the world didn’t stop for a live genocide, so we must still care about our own lives and ourselves.

Taking breaks every so often is ok. I had a friend say to me that they got me, so I can go take a reprieve and they know if they need to do the same, I’ll have their backs too.

Boundaries with our time and energy is everything right now. Who knows what we can create from this space, and how much more we can do for the Palestinians when we are filled up, surrounded by care and compassion and looking after ourselves and those within our world.

This article was as much for me as it was for you, and I hope to be writing more and more.

Thank you for reading

Till next time

Nay x

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We only have this one earth, this one life together, and our separation, our differences, our judgements of each other are creating a FIRE in our earth’s soul. We are the only ones who can change this before we destroy our one only home and everything in it.

I remember listening to the song “Beds are Burning” by Australian band, Midnight Oil when I was younger. Back then I thought it had a catchy tune, though I never knew the meaning of the song or why it was written. I do however remember this one verse in the song.

How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep whilst our beds are burning?

That last line, no matter how many times I would hear it, would always stay in the back of my mind as I sang it out loud.

How can we sleep whilst our beds are burning??

To me, even back then this always meant all of us. How could I sleep knowing my neighbour’s bed is burning next door to me… how could anybody?

Little did I know that this song had been written as a plea for justice for Indigenous Australians who were torn from their land on January 26, 1788. Which now to me, witnessing the chaos of the world as our Indigenous worldwide are once again threatened, makes a lot of sense. As an empathic teenager I had understood those lyrics more than I ever thought.

From Palestine to Palisades, our earth is burning

With blazing wildfires in California and an ongoing livestreamed genocide in Gaza for over 463 days plus man created destruction in Sudan, Syria, Congo and the Middle East, our beds really are burning, and we still are not learning our lesson. Even though Midnight Oil had been trying to tell us for years.

Pictures in California are looking like Gaza. As I scroll though my feed, I am met with video after video of both Los Angeles and Gaza. Some of them look so similar, burnt ruins in empty streets, fires blazing out of control, that I have to read the caption to understand more. I’m not the only one, as post after post fills my feed with devastation and destruction, as we see yet again more strikes raining down on Gaza, a 360 km² strip filled with (now) less than 2 million people, forty percent are children. In one scroll I would see a burning tent in Gaza, and in another, a flaming home in Palisades.

Similar images, but oh so different realities, as the bias western media points its scripted empathy towards Los Angeles, showing celebrity figures breaking down over losing their million dollar homes, whilst the Palestinians are left alone by western media standards once again.

470 days of never-ending flames

When I first heard the news of the wildfires, my partner had seen it appear on his YouTube feed. Before I could show my empathy, he told me that most of the comments were talking about Gaza, comparing images to the intentional destruction we had witnessed for over 463 days in Palestine by ruthless Israeli soldiers.

Although the media, and figure heads had purposely steered its attention away from the Palestinians, the people hadn’t. No matter how bad it was elsewhere, the Palestinians were not forgotten in our minds or hearts as we conflated the two events. The images that were appearing from California, were like scenes we had already witnessed in Gaza.

California’s connection to Israel

Not only were the images so similar but so was the connection. As we move further into the age of truth, every deception and every lie is being uncovered. With that, the Palisades fire brought forward some very deceptive truth in the name of Stuart and Lynda Resnick.

The Resnicks are a billionaire couple who seized control of California’s water supply in 1994, by acquiring Kern Water Bank—one of California’s largest water reserves. Along with their company, Wonderful, the Resnicks enterprise consumes more water than every home in Los Angeles combined. The irony is that this couple are one of Israel’s biggest donors, contributing over $50 million to Israeli companies, funding the occupational regime that has had Gaza under fire for more than 463 days. This connection becomes even more skewed as Californian residents are discovering empty fire hydrants, that would normally be filled with water, along with many other deceptive actions such as modern day slavery disguised by prisoners coerced to fight in return for lower sentences and under minimum pay. Not to mention insurance companies pulling out their fire policies months prior, the defunding of emergency fire services AND the mayor skipping town during one of California’s biggest crisis in this era.

Selective empathy needs to burn

Along with apathy, I believe our lack of empathy, or selective empathy is one of the biggest dis-eases on our planets. Whilst I watch both Gaza and California become that of a battlefield, there are still people I know who haven’t said a word about either or have been selective in who they give empathy to. Many who still don’t understand Midnight Oils words and turn away from those whose beds are literally burning.

When the first bomb dropped over Gaza in October 2023, destroying the first hospital and leaving premature new-borns on life support to die, something inside of me awakened. As I watched the world turn away from the mothers and fathers who held their lifeless children, a fire started burning in my belly. As injured children appeared on my feed crying out their pain, and the world turned away, I became ignited.

I started to see that we were in big trouble. Not only did they not care that our beds were burning but they were fuelling the flames... and metaphorically this has ignited even bigger fires in our reality. As I watched the world and people I know turn away, justify, support or stay silent, I knew that this karmically was going to eventually affect all of us. I knew then that it wouldn’t stop at Palestine or the Middle East.

The words of that Midnight Oil song finally started to make sense to me as I saw Palestinian beds burning, as their homes were deliberately struck by western funded missiles. How could I sleep whilst their beds were burning? I couldn’t, so I started to write, and speak, and create poetry and do whatever I dam well could to let them know that they are not alone, whilst searching for others who felt the same as me.

Our interconnectedness is our medicine

The oligarchs, the rulers want us to be afraid and turn against one another. They want us to be glued to every single headline that is produced. They want us to consume, and fight and not ask questions... they want us to be divided because our interconnectedness is the answer, the medicine to soothing the earths soul, and our own.

We are more connected than we know. This is our one home, our planet, our earth that we share together. When a fire starts, it does not judge where it wants to blaze a trail, and it does not discriminate as to who or what is in its path. How far it will travel is up to us. Will we come together and help each other get out of harm’s way. Will we wait for others to come to save us. Will we help those who need us after it leaves its destruction. Will we keep blindly supporting companies that light our beds on fire. Will we to continue to leave each other’s beds burning as we argue…

Or will we finally wake up and realise our interconnectedness and find that love for another, whilst the flames burn away our illusions and we can finally look through the fire and see the truth.

Note: Whether this is a land grab, climate prediction, geo-engineering, a plan for Los Angeles to become a Smart City by 2028, or something even more nefarious, the sentiment still stands the same—we need to come together more than ever, we need to care about each other, our earth, and our planet.

Generally, my articles stem from conversations, experiences and learnings with others or what I’ve read or learnt. Sometimes these are positive encounters that lift me up, enlighten me and make me want to share with others, AND sometimes it is the complete opposite.

Today was one of those days…

A conversation with a member in our community turned from a “hello” I may join you, to “I am triggered, and I am leaving” resulting in a racing heart and a very confused mind. How did we go from zero to hero? In such a short time.

How did we see each other as potential friends, then go to foe in the blink of an eye?

Our world lenses are never the same

Each one of us comes from different upbringings, different teachings, religions, faiths, beliefs, and we see the world through our own lenses. Sometimes our lens will never match up with another’s, and in a world that values unity, connection and self-actualisation—we would respectfully disagree, allow each other to share what we need to share—without any judgement towards their thoughts or beliefs… or their character.

However I learnt almost 5 years ago that we sadly no longer live in that world.

So instead of this conversation staying amicable and coming to a mutual disagreement, I was taken back at this man’s reaction, after speaking on a topic that activated a deep wound within and resulted in this person defaming my character, declaring that I was angry and interruptive.

I know my passion about truth as a researcher and writer, and what I’ve discovered and learned, when someone who shares knowledge in it, can get intense. I also know that when I have someone who is reactive become heightened towards to me with many “you” statements, especially when they barely know me, can cause me to turn my heart connection off towards them, as I try to control my racing mind and heart. It’s a protective and defence mechanism after growing up with a very reactive and angry “you” family.

In fact, it felt like I was sitting across from a family member, which then made me no longer feel safe within the conversation.

And so I am writing this article to try and make sense of what really went on within this conversation that took a turn so abruptly…

Was I interrupting him? I do think I have a habit of interrupting that I am working on, especially when my passion starts up over something that is being spoken about. I then want to share what I’ve discovered or learnt…

Especially when it comes to truth and humanity.

Was I angry and trying to get my point across? Not in the slightest, I was agreeing with him about there being both truth and deception over what we were discussing. In fact earlier I had said, there are multiple perspectives, and nuances we could each come from and see.

Did I f*** up? Yes absolutely, there were signs during this conversation, where I was also repeatedly getting cut off where I started to see that this wasn’t really a conversation where both parties were actively listening, and instead had become a talking match.

I also didn’t respect my own boundaries, in the fact that I had taken our puppy for a walk to our local cafe, with my journal. Walking there, I had noticed how calm, happy and peaceful I was feeling (after many years of grief, loss and healing.) I had even said to myself that I won’t engage in much chat, and I will just have time for myself before starting my day. So once this person came over and sat down and started a conversation, I just allowed it—even when I saw my journal peeking out waiting to be opened and written.

So what happened? And why can we not have civilised respectful disagreements that end in understanding and compassion?

Here are some of my theories…

Social Media

Social Media has normalised polar opposite beliefs and views, especially those against Government narratives, to be viewed as troublesome, extremists, conspiracy theorists, leftists, right wing… etc etc etc.

Instead of friend, neighbour, sister, son, daughter, mother, father, cousin

Instead of seeing each other as humans, as people like us, we see those who don’t believe the same as us different, and in some cases enemies.

With the use of emoji’s we can “heart” those we love the idea of, and send an “angry” face if we disagree. Even though it was seemly innocent at the time, I can now see the impact and negative effect it has created across social media for years with this artificial expression.

And then there are the “keyboard warriors” the ones who have a lot to say, but hide behind sometimes faceless profiles bullying and degrading those that have a different belief or point of view.

We are entitled to agree and disagree, but we’ve forgotten about the human on the other side of the screen.

Religion

Growing up in Jewish zionism (read my article “Growing up and awakening out of zionism”) I’ve seen first hand how religions can sway minds to think and believe a certain way. Being convinced that Muslims and Arabs were bad led me to grow up with a very cultural bias family, who to this day think the blood of innocent Palestinians (Gaza is 40% children) is viable.

We can see this so clearly right now with the Middle East—the obvious divide from those who believe religious and Government narratives and those who see humans, men, women, children, and that every life is valid.

Sadly, I had only just another triggering conversation over the past weekend after trying to convey that Muslim people were human beings, and wonderful ones (yes, I understand there are also extremists, as in every religion), just like us. However it fell on deaf ears, as they kept repeating that “they want to kill us” … it resulted in another racing heart, and offended recipients of that conversation walking away… sigh…

Bias Beliefs and Cognitive Dissonance

I don’t claim to have all of the answers, in fact I feel like I don’t really know that anything is really ever set in stone. I’m always willing to see other perspectives and points of view. However since 2020 and my passion for the truth, writing and research has grown stronger, I seem to be having more conversations that activate triggers in another. And it is exhausting.

I don’t want you to agree with me, I want you to do your own research and make up your own mind, but my reason for these conversations is hope, to plant seeds that allow a different perspective, a different way.

“ Cognitive dissonance is the mental discomfort and uncomfortable feeling that comes from believing or thinking two different things that cannot both be right.”

I’ve slowly (and painfully) learnt that many people cannot hold two beliefs, or nuances at once. Their belief is set in stone and maybe put there by external forces (religion, media, parents, society) that they do not have the ability or cognitive capability to think any different without causing mental and emotional pain.

My favourite thing ever is engaging in conducive conversations with people who even if they disagree, can still try and understand each others points of view. I treasure these kind of individualised minds (like my beautiful partner and some dear friends) very very closely.

So that leads me to….

Lack of self-actualisation and individualised thinking

Years ago during my marketing diploma, we touched on the psychology of groupthink, herd mentality, and I see that play out in many different ideologies and narratives within in our world.

To be truly free in your mind, is to be able to critically think, but in order to do that, you need to be so connected to who you are as a human. To be individualised in the mind, and aware of the sensations in your body when hearing a piece of information. How does your body react to hearing that bit of information… by not only feeling the sensation, but asking yourself why? Is it fear, are you triggered, does something not make sense? Do you need a little more information?

Can you be willing to hear someone else’s perspective?

This is self actualisation. Where the questions come back to yourself… where you question your beliefs, your triggers, what you are told, AND believe and TRUST yourself completely.

Self Actualisation: noun psychology the process of establishing oneself as a whole person, able to develop one's abilities and to understand oneself.

Our bodies are so incredibly intelligent, but somewhere along the way, we’ve forgotten what our ancestors have relied on for centuries—before the internet era. Our minds are so powerful that if we are told something over a certain period of time without questioning it at all, our minds convince us that is the only way.

I’m not sure how we get out of this mess, with new Government, religious and political narratives and topics forming daily, aimed to divide and separate… we have a long way to go, and a lot of self actualisation to do as a collective.

I do have hope though, and I always will carry that hope—as we slowly start to recognise each other not as the enemy, but as fellow humans, our human family.

This is my mission and why I write and have these (although painfully) conversations. This is why I am speaking loudly for the Palestinians, and why I spend a lot of time reading and researching…

Our world would change in an instant if we all learnt how to respectfully disagree, self-actualise and see another, not as enemies

But as each other

And if you disagree with this article, that is okay too.

Till next time

Much love

Naomi xx

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The world is changing, and we are not only waking up, but we are remembering who we are and why we came here. We’re starting to see, those of us who have lived in privilege, the truth — the real truth, that has created a win/lose world where others suffer.

This is the beauty of this worldwide awakening. No longer will these shadows be hidden, no longer will we turn away from those who are in need, who need our support.

We are here for each other & for the planet. And we need to come together, more than ever.

Note: This article expresses opinions and experiences of my own. Everyone’s experience is different, I don’t claim to have all of the answers, but I am always willing to learn more.

This is an article that I have been wanting to write for a while. It is a long one so please bear with me as I share with you as to how I connected the dots and discovered the untruths that I was told as a Jewish girl, now woman, growing up in zionism.

As I introduce this topic, I want to give you a brief story of my background. I was born in Melbourne, Australia in a big Jewish family. When I was five, my father relocated for work, so we left Melbourne and moved to Queensland, settling on the beautiful beach town now-turned city, Gold Coast.

Leaving our family behind in Melbourne & the Jewish community wasn’t easy, so it wasn’t long before my mother and father sought their own Jewish community in our new hometown.

How zionism crept into Australian Jewish Communities

As I look back, there are many ways I can see how zionism had made its way into Jewish faith and the communities we were a part of.

One was through the Maccabi Games, a sporting carnival created for Jewish people, which offered friendship, community and competitive sports. My mother and father loved the ten-pin bowling events, and I would remember sitting at the bowling alleys that were filled with entire Maccabi teams wearing matching t-shirts.

We would also go on Maccabi sports camping trips, where I would hang out with other Jewish children whilst our parents competed in their sporting entries. At night all of the children would lay with our sleeping bags in a big hall whilst our parents gathered together.

Although I found it strange that non-Jews couldn’t participate, I accepted that was part of our culture and community. However further research has shown me that zionism already had wound its tentacles into these sporting carnivals.

Written on the Maccabi website states:

“Today, Maccabi Australia has 5 affiliated state bodies across the country – including New South Wales, Victoria, Western Australia, South Australia and Queensland. Maccabi Australia is a member of the Maccabi World Union, the Zionist Federation of Australia, the Executive Council of Australian Jewry and the Australian Sports Foundation.’

Though this may have been harmless, I can see now that one of its intentions was to gather Jews together for the support of zionism and Israel—which is why we are seeing so much unwavering support for this ethno entity right now by majority of Jewish people.

A Grandmother Remembers

Earlier this year, I was looking at my “Grandmothers Remembers” book, a big picture book created by my grandmother (on my mother’s side) who I adored, and she adored me. We had a kinship connection that other family members couldn’t understand. I’ve always wondered what her stance would be now on Israel harming babies, as she loved Israel, and she loved babies.

Whilst flicking through this book, two things stood out for me… one was a cutting of an article from the Jewish News, written in 1996 about my Bat mitzvah (In Jewish traditions “A Bar" or Bat Mitzvah” is a coming of age ceremony for Jewish boys and girls when they reach the age of 12 or 13) on the Gold Coast … I picked up the cutting and turned it over… there in print were the words…

“Zionism festival week coming to Gold Coast” (note: I wish I had kept it, but I was so frustrated at the lies that I ripped it up)

This gave me further insight into seeing all of the ways that zionism had crept into the Jewish communities, and Jewishness in Australia. If you believed in the state of Israel as the homeland for the Jews, or had visited Israel, you were declared a zionist.

Note: This was subtle to me, as I had no idea what zionism was until October 2023, when I saw other Jewish people speaking out about it. Further research led me to look back and see that I was brought up in zionism, thinking it was the Jewish religion. My entire family are still very proud zionists.

I also discovered in this book, that my grandmother had included our family tree. In one section, she had written that we were Sephardic Jews. Sephardic Jews were Judeo-Spanish language, unified Jews who were expelled from Spain in 1492. These Jewish people then migrated and settled in mostly Amsterdam, North Africa and the Middle East, including Palestine. They were part of the Jewish people living peacefully in Palestine with the Muslims and Christians up until 1948 and the Nakba.

{ Recommended watch: Tantura; https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x94158o - this video keeps getting taken down, please download and save it when you can }

Why Israel?

I spent my teenage years on the Gold Coast, flying frequently back to Melbourne to visit family, especially my grandparents, and celebrate Jewish holidays, Shabbos on Friday night was one of my favourite things. It was when our entire family would come together. Family is one of my important values (however I now redefine what constitutes family) so these dinners where up to 20 of us would sit together, were one of the things I would look forward to when visiting Melbourne. It was one of my favourite Jewish traditions, especially the warm Challah bread, that I would saviour with each bite.

As I got to my early 20’s, I decided to travel abroad on a working holiday. I spent 3 years overseas living in London, Brighton, Manchester, the Greek Islands and Scotland. This opened my eyes and further changed me as a person.

Although I was forever told to “go to Israel” by family members, there was nothing that made me compelled to do it. I even went to Morocco and Turkey, but Israel never entered my mind. I wasn’t even curious. I put it down to my rebellious nature, that always went against the grain, but now I can see that my spirit knew something I hadn’t … yet…

Even though cousins of mine went on Birthright trips to Israel and had come back from their Kibbutz raving about the time they had, it still didn’t persuade me.

{ Birthright offers a FREE trip to Israel for Jewish young adults between the ages of 18 - 26. Must watch documentary; Israelism }

If Israel was our homeland, like I had been told… then why were we living in Australia? To me “Australia was our home.”

Neverless this repeated ideology played on my mind from a young age, and with constant horrific stories of the Holocaust, it began to make me fearful to tell anyone I was Jewish…

So, to see me speak out so openly about it now, would have confused many friends, and people who knew past versions of me.

In fact I used to have anxiety sitting in synagogue, thinking that a gunman would come in. I would sit up the back and jump when the doors opened or closed. I never told anyone this, as I thought this was unnecessary fear and others wouldn’t understand.

Being Ashkenazi and my ancestry

Whilst one side of my family’s origins are Sephardic, the other side derive from Poland, making my bloodline also Ashkenazi. Sadly, my grandfather who was born in Poland, lost his entire family in the camps in Germany.

My Zeida (grandfather) never spoke about this, nor his family, so this was all I knew… that this horrible event had taken away family that I had never gotten to know.

With this in mind, it was still very important to me when travelling, and whilst I still couldn’t conflate the “State of Israel” with the holocaust and being Jewish, I did want to learn more about what happened to us. So naturally when I went to Amsterdam, I visited Anne Franks House, I also visited a concentration camp on the outskirts of Berlin named Sachsenhausen, that made my skin crawl.

I remember walking around both places with a mix of curiosity and horror. My empathy wandered to thoughts about what it would have been like, and WHY didn’t anyone stop it… did people know, did they care!?

Before leaving, I stopped in at the museum and remember seeing glass windows that held the remains of hair, shoes, and other belongings, including the prisoner clothing they were forced to wear. Photos were plastered all over the walls. As I looked in at the big basin that would have been filled with water, a sign declared that Jewish prisoners would climb over each other just to get a drink and horribly drown…

It was abhorrent, and something that always stayed in my mind. Though I never spoke a word about it to anyone.

What I wasn’t told about…

What I wasn’t told about was that after the events of the holocaust and losing his family, my grandfather was recruited into the New Jewish Army in the 1940s; called the Jewish Brigade. This was created to fight the Nazi’s in Italy, however if you watch the following documentary I linked above, you will discover that there was a secret operation that was happening parallel that aimed to take Jewish refugees from Europe and smuggle them into Palestine.

The zionist regime had told Jewish people that as they had lost their family and homes, they no longer had any identity, thus persuading them to see that Palestine was going to be their home and safe place, fuelling the idea that they were returning back to their 3000 year old ancient homeland. Without any regard for the Palestinians living on the land, which was rightfully theirs.

Before my father passed two years ago (he was a very very proud Jewish man who loved the state of Israel and his father’s history) I had an hour’s chat with him to find out more about my grandparents’ background. At this time, I had no idea about zionism or my grandfather’s part in the colonisation of Palestine. I was told my grandfather was a war hero who smuggled Jewish people out of the country.

However, deeper research and photos of him in his uniform has led me to find out that he was part of the Jewish Brigade who may have helped Jewish people into Palestine. The Jewish Brigade which consisted of five thousand Jewish soldiers worldwide (Australia included) was established in September 1944.

After the Jewish Brigade dissolved my grandfather joined the IDF, though how long he stayed for, I am not sure.

This research has led me to painfully believe that they weaponised my grandfathers, and others anguish and pain to recruit them, thus then directing their anger and rage on the Palestinians… which we are still seeing today.

A photo of the Jewish Brigade that was my grandfathers

The parallels today are the exact same

Fast forward to today, 21 November 2024, I now sadly have my questions that I used to wonder about answered.

Looking at the silent world, and those of who I know, along with my family who are staunch zionists and unable to see what is so blatantly obvious, and the support of so many Jewish communities, I can understand exactly how the Holocaust happened…

And with this, the parallels of what I was told growing up, that happened to my grandfather’s family, and the ones that I am witnessing today happening to our beautiful Palestinians give me the same chills. The same chills I had walking around Anne Frank’s House, reading her diary and watching Schindler’s List (this is a movie they tell us to watch at a very young age, a movie that deeply traumatised me and made me scared to tell anyone I was Jewish.)

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing,”
- Edmund Burke

Which is why I am speaking so loudly and passionately for our brothers and sisters across the sea - Palestine, Lebanon, Sudan, Syria, the Democratic Republic of Congo, and the entire Middle East.

We are one Humanity

I have always seen people as the same as me. Skin colour, religion, where we are born doesn’t matter to my heart. And although zionism tried to indoctrinate this out of me and almost succeeded, I was, and have always been different.

I’ve always seeked to learn more than I was told, which is why I became a writer.

I have a lot more to share but for now I will leave you with my message; that I echoed during my interview with Al Jazeera.

We are all One
We are all Connected
Our love for each other is what will help heal this world

With love,

Naomi xx

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I’ve been writing since I knew how to hold a pen. I love writing poetry, storytelling and sharing what I know. I research a lot, and when I come across ancient wisdom, humanitarian concerns, healing, sovereignity, natural health, truth and spiritual insights - I love to share. I believe we have power and untapped consciousness that is yet to be awakened, and we are slowly remembering who we are and why we came.

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