Welcome to Truth Comes to Light
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by Kathleen Stilwell, editor & curator at Truth Comes to Light
March 4, 2023
Dear friends,
Welcome to the launch of Truth Comes to Light substack.
This introductory essay includes reasons for starting this substack as well as a glimpse into my own background and my vision for this membership site.
Whether or not this is successful, as with everything else in life, will be seen as we go along.
First, let's talk about the ups and downs of our newsletter email list
For the past several years we were having deliverability issues with the growing mailing list. I received so many inquiries and complaints about this issue. It was apparent that things were only going to get increasingly worse if I didn’t take some sort of action. I was forced to make a decision about whether I would pay for a better email hosting option or shut down the email service.
Due to recent costs of moving the site and maintaining it at a censorship-free location and the cost of other security services for the site, I was spent out and did not have the money to make this upgrade. Thus the daily newsletter was temporarily discontinued while I looked for other options.
Substack presented a way for me to combine our free newsletter service with an optional membership. If you have the means and feel this site deserves your support, your contribution of $5 a month or $50 a year will be greatly appreciated.
See other ways (without a substack subscription) to donate to Truth Comes to Light.
Substack as a private chat space
Over these past years, as the site's readership has grown, some have reached out to me asking for a place they can leave comments and connect with others who are readers of the site.
Once upon a time, the main website did allow comments but the spam comments (including personal attacks, unintelligible troll gibberish and lots of porn) far outnumbered the genuine, thoughtful readers. It was too much for me to weed through all of those dark messages every day. After trying different options for controlling the troll issue, I decided to shut down comments as a gift to myself. Of course, I do miss the insightful comments from the few regular readers who took the time to share their thoughts. Some of you have let me know you miss them too.
At this substack account, paid supporters are welcome to share their thoughts, research and questions with our community, and will know that only other supporters of the site will be responding to their comments.
And now for a little bit about me:
We all are extraordinary in ways that the world cannot measure. In that sense, like you, I am extraordinary.
However, I hold no impressive credentials.
I spent many years studying, and putting into practice, ideas gained through spiritual teachings, psychology, and through random conversations with people who were wiser than I am or who saw different parts of the picture.
Like many of you, my childhood was filled with trauma and turmoil. I lived in a home dominated by alcoholism, drug use, schizophrenia, financial struggle, co-dependence and unconsciously abusive adults.
This chaos propelled me onto a course of seeking truth about life, about humanity as a whole, about the spiritual realms. I wanted to understand it all.
I remember, as a young child, wondering why adults continued on in such misery, such anger and confusion. And why so many just seemed vacant of all life. I asked my mother why we don’t all just stop doing anything until we know why we are here. She dismissed the question as if it had no meaning.
My “Indian name” as a child was “yeah but”. My mother said she gave me that name because I would usually agree with what she said (“yeah”) and immediately offer a challenge or a question (“but”). Let’s just say that this characteristic did not endear me to her.
Much of what I learned (and continue to learn) throughout this life has come through my mistakes. Some mistakes needed to be repeated several times for the essential message to really get through. Unravelling my own tendency toward codependency has been one lesson that has repeated itself in many variations.
“I never make the same mistake twice. I make it five or six times just to make sure.” ~ source unknown
I learned to question all narratives and to look for lies, especially ones that I had been telling myself for years. I learned to do what the Toltec shamans refer to as stalking oneself.
As an autodidact, I naturally look for new things to learn all the time. I love to create and design, so the artistic aspects of all work appeals to me most.
I've done many things to earn a living throughout my life, most of them learn-as-you-go adventures. All were a mixed bag of long hours and challenging work, while also being a place to make friends and share kindness with strangers.
At 70 years old, I am retired from day jobs (at least for now) and live in a small apartment in a small town. I’ve lived in many locations over the years and moved so many times that I’ve lost count. Two of those moves (necessary because of finances and safety) occurred during the past three years. I live on a shoestring budget yet always find things to love about every community and always encounter wonderful people everywhere I go.
The greatest adventure of my life, as well as my most sacred responsibility, has been, and still is, motherhood. I was also a grandmother for six very precious years but my grandson was taken away from me a little over a year ago.
A few of you were around back in the day when the site had another name. At that time I was posting mostly about the dangers of vaccines, the dangers of psych meds for children, as well the issues with education itself — the way schools have been constructed as prisons for children, teaching children obedience and conformity above real learning and exploring.
My now-adult son was raised outside of the traditional school system. He was basically homeschooled (unschooled) but did attend two unconventional schools where there were no grades and the kids were endlessly creative and curious. Although academics were not his strong suit, he was a blackbelt in taekwondo and a junior martial arts instructor by age 12.
My son was also raised without vaccines. I came upon my understanding of the dangers of vaccines through library study (this was pre-internet time). There was very little information out there about this subject but I was guided along the way by strong intuition. And I knew I had to protect my son from this dangerous lie.
Now in his 30s, my son is as independent as ever, and a brilliantly loving man (from this mom’s biased perspective) who excels and stumbles through this life just like the rest of us. He’s been through a lot already in his adult years, experiencing a number of very challenging 'dark nights of the soul'.
Like the majority of the world, my son was blindsided by the goosestep lockdowns, the mandatory toxic injections and the mass confusion during these past few years. He was surrounded by family, in-laws, work colleagues and friends who pushed him to get vaccinated for the greater good. He was pressured to shun his mother for her unconventional (and "dangerous") ideas.
Like many, my son experienced great despair and wondered if life was worth living as he stood against the tide. Somehow, that Still Strong Voice within him guided him to remain unvaccinated. But it was a difficult choice to say the least, and not without very devastating personal consequences.
As many of you were, I was primarily alone during this “covid spell”, facing a sea of masked faces whenever I stepped out the door as well as judgements from family and others who had been trained since birth to believe that obedience to authority equals goodness.
A while back my son told me that during his childhood, while we struggled financially and were challenged in many other ways, he learned to stand in the eye of the storm and to trust life. He learned to know and to hold his personal power, and to understand that all would work out over time.
Having said that, we both understand how often this requires ignoring “the real world” and standing alone. This is never easy as we all well know, and does not bypass the requirement to find our courage and face our own fears.
Scamdemics, false flags & assorted control systems
Most of the readers at the site have joined since the start of the great covid con. From the start of the scamdemic, my instincts told me it was a false flag and that it would also bring many deaths.
I knew the deaths would come because of the aggressive (violent) push for vaccinations. I already had an awareness of the damage and deaths vaccines have always caused for children, adults and animals.
And I knew it was a dangerous situation on other levels because this was a global governance push. All governments on this planet use threats, laws and violence to control us.
However, it took listening to the many awakening people around the world to see the seemingly-endless layers of deception and control. We are still uncovering the truth in all of this.
This has been an unbelievably confusing and painful time for all of us. It has also been a time of deep learning. And we have a long way still to go.
Truth Comes to Light was started as a gift of love and continues to be just that. It is my way of sharing in conversation with loving, deep-thinking people around the world who are hidden in plain sight.
Thank you for being who you are, standing in truth and seeking greater understanding and freedom for humanity. If you are able to join as a supporting (paid) member, your contribution will always be greatly appreciated.
Warm regards,
Kathleen
© Kathleen Stilwell, Truth Comes to Light
Cover image credit: susan-lu4esm
Welcome to Truth Comes to Light
Thank you, Kathleen, for such an open and encouraging intro to your new substack. Looking forward to more of what you share and to conversations with others who appreciate your work.
I'm so glad you are now on substack!
Looking forward to your insightful writings!
Love to you and your family!
❤️❤️❤️