Day 32-Monkey Pox is the new pandemic

This is interesting…last week, Moderna filed suit against Pfizer and BioNTech [Pfizer’s parent company], alleging that Pfizer infringed on Moderna’s mRNA technology patents. Remember when the Covid-19 2020 icebreaker was: “Hey, which vaccine did you get?” [instead of “What’s your sign?”]. Pfizer was considered the “gold standard” [because Pfizer flooded social media sites with false assertions that they [Pfizer] were the gold standard]; followed by Moderna [not so great]; and if you said J&J you were immediately mocked.

Looks like scrappy Moderna, a company founded in 2010 that produced NOT ONE successful medication for a decade, solely created the patents for their one-hit-wonder Covid vaccine…which Pfizer pilfered. Don’t forget…the US Government recruited Moderna to create a vaccine, staat, for their Operation Warpspeed project. The US Govt. and Moderna are in partnership BUT Pfizer contributes heavily to political campaigns. Who do you think will win the lawsuit? Both companies will probably settle out of court with a NDA BUT any kind of settlement would mean an admission of guilt by Pfizer.

In response, Pfizer said its vaccine is based on its own work. What a surprise.

An even bigger surprise is the lack of coverage the lamestream media has devoted to this news item…

9/4/22. Sunday

9:00 - B. arrives and we load my suitcase into his SUV. When I hand him the Zanku Chicken that I purchased last night [it’s our food for today], he promptly drops both containers onto the street. I’m able to partially salvage my food; B’s entire meal is gone, but I take the time to pick out the meat and refrigerate it for the dog for a treat at a later date. I can’t leave this mess outside my house, in the street, so now I have to sweep everything up and dump into the trash. Recall that this meal cost me $50. I can’t begin to tell you how irritating this is - B. makes no attempt to reimburse me.

9:00-12:15 - We drive through the desert to the Integratron. The Integratron was built by UFOlogist [no, that’s not a typo] George Van Tassel after [he claims] visitors from the planet Venus told him to erect a giant dome in 1960. For you seniors out there…remember when those dome houses were all the rage…for about five minutes? What a “whack job” this guy is. Over the years, the Integratron fell into disrepair, but in the early 2000s, three sisters bought it and turned it into a giant “sound bath.” The most shocking part of this origin story is that THREE sisters were able to agree on anything, let alone renovate a giant structure.

We arrive 90 minutes before the “session”, per the instructions, and it is miserably hot, in the 100s. There are a few shaded areas and mistters, but not enough to make a difference. I’m the only one with a ticket because B. decided to accompany me last minute; however, there is “room at the inn”, and B. is able to purchase a ticket after all.

1:45-3:00 - It’s time for the sound bath. This is how it’s billed:

“This is an unforgettable sound experience for those who seek deep relaxation, rejuvenation, and introspection. All Sound Baths are 60-minute sonic healing sessions that consist of:

a brief introduction to the Integratron and its history and sound qualities,
35 minutes of 20 quartz crystal singing bowls played live, and
the balance of the hour to integrate the sound and relax in the sound chamber to ambient music.

You will be resting comfortably in the deeply resonant, multi-wave sound chamber while a sequence of quartz crystal singing bowls are played. Each bowl is keyed to the energy centers or chakras of the body, where sound is nutrition for the nervous system. The results are waves of peace, heightened awareness, and relaxation of the mind and body.”

The Integatron holds 32 people and, with the addition of B, it’s full. Each of us climb up a wooden ladder to a large platform where air mattresses covered in white sheets (head slightly elevated) are waiting for us. That’s 32 people in a sealed room…upstairs. It’s very hot and we’re breathing uncirculated air. I’m disgusted and I immediately put my mask on; two other people are already wearing their masks.

All of us lie down, with our heads to the wall, feet pointed to the middle - because that’s “important” ?? - and the “sound bath healer” gently bangs on the quartz bowls for an hour. Its soothing and I doze off and on; B. falls asleep entirely. But being in a confined space with all those people - no air - is so anxiety-provoking for me now. Not to mention, gross.

3:00-4:00 - B. and I drive to our next destination: JW Mariott Desert Springs Resort and Spa. I planned this mini-vacay and selected JW Mariott because I’m a Mariott Rewards member and need to accrue some points for my next trip. I explain to B. that self-parking is included in the cost of the room, but he drives to Valet anyway, where they tell us its $45 a day. It is sooo hot here, BUT self-parking is very close to the lobby and it’s NOT a typical parking structure so it’s easy to navigate. I explain, again, that parking is free, but B. says it’s probably not. Spoiler Alert: When we get to the hotel room, I show B. my paperwork wherein it notes that parking is free and explain that I will not be paying any of the Valet fees.

4:00-5:00 - Once inside, hotel staff says that I only have a reservation for ONE night , which was LAST night. I show them my paperwork, which confirms I’m scheduled for two nights and I have, in fact, arrived on the correct day. It takes about 45 minutes for them to sort this out and is so irritating.

5:00-6:00 - B. and I unpack, change into our bathing suits, and head to the olympic-sized pool.

6:00-7:30 - There are actually three huge pools and it’s packed, but at least we’re OUTSIDE. Unfortunately, it is so hot and humid here - more temperatures in the 100s - but we’re near water AND on a huge, circular, lounge chair, kind of like a big donut that can accommodate several people, under an umbrella. We get drinks and hang out - alcohol makes everything tolerable.

7:30-8:15 - B. is hungry - you know what that means - so we have to leave, staat. I do a quick rinse off and I’m ready to try Desert Springs’ onsite dining. After my Bacara experience, I don’t want to go anywhere when I stay at a resort. The Mikado Japanese Steakhouse looks good and we wander around the resort, trying to find it. We arrive at 8:15 and the hostess refuses to let us in, saying that they close at 8:30. I can’t quite believe this is happening, but what can we do?

8:15-9:30 - Aquifier 65 is the main lobby bar and they also serve food so we have dinner there. More drinks and I think I order the calamari.

9:30-11:00 - We call it a day and head back to our hotel room. Nighttime routine. Bed.

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