The Rise Of Ed Dowd And The Power Of Clarity To Overcome Evil

"What disturbs me the most is that the country doesn't seem to have a memory."

I listened to this podcast yesterday while on a long drive north.

I wasn’t able to see who the interviewer was until I was at my destination, but I was thinking: “Everybody has to hear this.”

(Aubrey Marcus. I should know who he is. Well, now I do.)

This feels like an absolutely historic interview to me and I hope we can all send it far and wide.

I never liked the phrase “save lives” but this interview can save lives. They even address “hope” for the already injected, and it’s a very important part of the discussion, particularly the nocebo effect.

I was also happy to learn about Ed Dowd’s relationship to God and how it guides his work.

Two comments, out of thousands, from YouTube (I always strongly suggest reading comments sections, where all truths emerge:)

“I can't believe this story came into my feed. My cousin passed away right after his 3rd booster. He was shopping at the time and literally dropped dead in front of the shop assistant. No known cause. The ambulance worked in him for an hour. Literally died suddenly with no history of illness.. we are still recovering from this trauma as don't have any explanation. It's broken our hearts. 51 years old male. Thank you for releasing this podcast.”

—Coconut Luxe Naturals

“I'm following the 6 funeral homes within a 50 mile line. Deaths are up 500% since August. I work in retail,..so I meet many people everyday,...EVERYONE seems to have a death story. Makes me thankful that I knew this was coming for the past 40 years.”

—Erhudreame

An Interview, Defined

A real interview (see/between) is where the holy spirit shows up and moves both the interviewer and the interviewee; When it ceases to be “questions” or “answers.” Instead, two souls just show up; Show themselves to one another.

I had this thought, among many others: It falls upon men, in a society, to speak the truth, as a fundamentally male act—the act of protection.

The male lion, for example, protects the pride by way of his roar, which one friend said to me years ago, represents (mythologically) what “others won’t say.”

A group of male lions is called a “coalition.” I would imagine that their roars intermingle in some way that creates a protective shield against attackers—same as our society. Men speaking up together, at the same time.

Am I being some bad thing by saying that? I don’t think so.

I just recognize distinctions between male and female. (Somewhat against expectation, incidentally, the female lions do most of the hunting.)

”Cause Unknown: The Epidemic of Sudden Deaths in 2021 in 2022;” Another Skyhorse Book That Is Also An Historic Event

I have not yet read Ed Dowd’s book, despite being a great admirer of the coalition of men on the cover, who made the book happen: Ed Dowd, Gavin DeBecker, and Robert F. Kennedy Jr. (And Tony Lyons, sine qua non publisher.)


Ed Dowd’s book is clearly more than a “book,” and maybe “books” are turning into something more than the sum of their parts.

I understood that Ed Dowd was a kind of Jimi Hendrix of the medical truth movement the first time I heard him on Alex Jones, perhaps in 2021. My jaw dropped. Bathwater ran cold.

I listened to every word he said in every interview for a while, and struggled to believe he was real. I waited for each new interview. How could somebody who speaks so transparently exist in a culture whose very public language has become a seaweed of necrotic lies? Well, he exists.

No idolatry, here, just abiding appreciation and respect.

Reading Cause Unknown made the interviewer Marcus Aubrey "“bawl—” that was his word.

I’m feeling a kind of tightening of my heart just looking at the cover.

And the same hideous feeling that has been around our hearts since 2020, the panic, claustrophobia, nausea, imagining of the pain of the parents, and the effort not to disassociate and pretend one is not even here. All of it.

Nothing like what we are living through has ever happened. Other things sure have happened, but nothing like this. It is, to use an exhausted word, “unimaginable.”

Like what is being communicated in the first part of Anna Akhmatova’s three part elegy, Requiem, composed sequentially over three decades of horror, between 1935 and 1961:

"During the frightening period of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen months waiting in prison queues in Leningrad. One day, somehow, someone "picked me out". On that occasion there was a woman standing behind me, her lips blue with cold, who, of course, had never in her life heard my name. Jolted out of the torpor characteristic of all of us, she said into my ear (everyone whispered there) "Could one ever describe this?" And I answered, "I can." It was then that something like a smile slid across what had previously been just a face."

Thank you Mr. Dowd.

Ed Dowd has done the sacrificial work in this book of rendering it real, not with numbers alone, but with faces and names.

We owe him a debt of thanks, for acting naturally, and protectively, during a time when the roar was all that stood between, or came between, us and the predator.