I am one of over 6 million Canadians who are currently forbidden to board an airplane, train, boat or long-haul bus to travel across Canada or leave Canada. The Federal Ministry of Transportation put this rule into effect in October 2021. Now it is late April 2022. The Federal Government of Canada continues to refuse to lift this travel ban. Period. No comment. No discussion. No debate. In addition to the Canadian government travel ban, the United States government forbids us to cross the border by car into the USA.
I am one of over 6 million Canadian citizens who are currently being held as political prisoners. The walls of this very large prison are the borders and shorelines of Canada. There are vast amounts of land within the walls of this prison, so it would appear to other Canadians that we are free. But the travel ban has created walls that feel as real as the Berlin Wall once was. I wake up at night, my flight response activated, heart pounding, adrenalin running, terrified. During the day I listen to friends, neighbours and collegues talk about their recent trips to visit family in Canada or holidays abroad. Many are oblivious to the fact that I am one of the invisible prisoners. This disturbs me even more deeply than the midnight panic attacks.
What crime did 6 million Canadians commit? What laws did we break? Why must we be held captive within the borders of Canada? What danger do we pose to airplanes, trains, buses and boats? What harm might we inflict upon our fellow travellers? What havoc might we wreak upon other nations? Why have we been vilified, demonized and condemned?
I am one of over 6 million Canadians who have made health choices other than the government, big pharma and globalist agenda sanctioned drug injection program. I erroneously believed that the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms is a document that protects Canadian citizens from government over reach and tyranny. I innocently believed I lived in a free, democratic country. I received a very shocking wake up call, as did millions of Canadians. Millions have also lost much more than the ability to travel or leave the country. I wonder what it will take for more Canadians to receive their wake up calls.
When the travel ban was announced in August 2021, I was sitting with my mother and sister on the backyard deck at my mother’s home in Toronto. I had flown from my home on Vancouver Island to visit my family, whom I hadn’t seen in 2 years. No drug injections, QR coded vaxports or tests were required to fly. The travel ban announcement pierced me like an arrow to my heart. I collapsed to the ground, weeping. Fear, anger and hurt that I had been silently harbouring since the onset of the plandemic, spilled out. I screamed. I raged. I voiced my heretical views unabashedly. My mother and sister listened.
I expressed how vulnerable and terrified I had been feeling since the Canadian government began to demonize the “unvaxed” and millions of Canadians fell inline like petty bullies, parroting hateful propaganda. I told them how upsetting it was to listen to close relatives condemn and denounce the crazy anti-vaxxers and freedom protesters while we sipped lemonade together at a family gathering. How hurt I felt when I was not welcome in the homes of other family and friends. My sister admitted she was afraid I would die if I didn’t get the vax. I admitted I was afraid my entire family would die because they are all double vaxed. My sister and I laughed. Then we cried. Feeling our love, care and concern for each other, tender places in my heart opened. I let go and cried even more. My mother looked on with slight puzzlement and hugged me.
My mother’s memory and daily functioning are rapidly declining with the onset of Alzheimers. She was always a critical thinker. Even though she struggles to articulate her thoughts, she knows that something is not right. Since the lockdowns and social distancing began in 2020, services, in person programs and assessments for people living with Alzheimers all stopped. She lives alone. My siblings who live in Toronto are her primary support. I live 3500 km away. It takes 5-6 days to drive to Toronto from Vancouver Island. It takes 5 hours to fly.
My flight back home departed the day after the travel ban announcement. Not knowing if I would be able to fly again anytime in the near future, my goodbyes were heavy with gravity and finality. When I arrived back in British Columbia, the dreaded vaxpass was in effect. More mandates were piling on like heavy weights. The vilification, harassment of dissidents and discrimination against the “unvaxed” increased. I rarely ventured out into cold, inhospitable, public spaces where I was not welcome. The walls of the invisible prison were closing in stronger and tighter as the cold, dark winter nights grew longer and longer.
And then, utterly surprisingly, the Freedom Convoy broke through. It was stunning. A massive wake up call, honking and rumbling across Canada. Big and bold for all to see. I felt elated and euphoric. Surely this would ignite the hearts of millions more Canadians to stand and restore freedom and democracy. I was shocked and horrified when the Prime Minister essentially declared war on citizens who oppose government tyranny and many Canadians agreed with his policies. Then attention was redirected to foreign wars. Now unvaccinated Ukrainians are allowed to fly on connecting flights within Canada, but unvaccinated Canadian citizens are not. Read about exemptions here
It is now April 2022. My mother’s cognitive decline continues. Her driver’s licence was taken from her when she failed a recent memory assessment. Very soon she will need to move out of her beloved home and into a senior’s residential care facility. She too is losing her autonomy, ability to travel, as well as many of her cherished freedoms. Every time I speak to her, she asks about my plans to come to Toronto. She emails me numerous times every week, inquiring about my flight dates. I tell her I can not book a flight because I can not board an airplane.
She can’t understand why. Neither can I.
I strongly encourage you to continue reading through the many honest and heart-felt comments below. Please return again and read more of the stories that are being shared here everyday. A lot of people are listening. I want you to know, that as of today, there have been over 17,000 readers who have visited this page. Some kind of wonderful magic is happening. I want to thank each reader who has been moved by the words on this page and each person who has commented and shared your own experience here. Our voices are being heard by each other. I know we will find our way though these challenges because of this. Keep going. Keep sharing. Keep listening with your heart.
I feel deeply moved by all your responses and deeply grateful that so many readers are sharing this piece of writing. Since I posted this a week ago, over 5000 readers have read my words. I am heartened that a resonant chord has been struck within so many. I feel seen, heard and acknowledged. The intense pressure in my system has released and the night time anxiety attacks have ceased.
I thought I wrote this piece for my own self healing. I realize now, I also wrote it for you.
During these intense times, one of the primary things that gives me strength to stand firm and hold my line of truth and integrity, are the voices of the courageous people who are speaking out in the public arena in face of massive opposition. I spend hours searching the internet, following and sharing links, scrolling through Telegram, listening to what is being shared from alternative perspectives. When I hear these voices, I know I am not alone. It is the words of these brave voices that encouraged me to speak up too.
When my own experience is reflected back to me in the words of others, something miraculous happens. A deep human longing is met. I feel recognized and welcomed into a greater circle of belonging. Even if it is just one other person. Even if it is just reading or listening to another on the internet. Where two or more are gathered, together we access something greater than ourselves. The prison of isolation, separation and disconnection disappears. The forces of love, compassion, healing and harmony pour through our open human hearts.
I work as an intuitive energy reader and soul guide. It is a great honour to witness the magic that happens when the deep longings of the soul are recognized. The light of the soul shines through the human. Please remember that once this light has been ignited, nothing can extinguish it. I hope my words encourage you to stand strong in your truth and shine brighter. https://lumacatherine.com/index.html