Jeepers Peepers: An Eve Harvesting Conspiracy
An eye specialist recruits people with diabetes who have retinopathy & glaucoma into his practice to evaluate.
His name is Dr Fruit.
He tells concerned patients not to worry, that despite all their preexisting eye condition issues they’ve had, their eyes are fine and “perfect,” as much as they can be given everything else.
As it turns out, it’s a ruse. A ploy to lull people into complacency, so their eyes will eventually expire and need to be plucked out. So he can then harvest them and grow alongside fresh apples in his garden. And eventually sell on the black eye market. 👀 🍎 😉
Wow. Just imagine that.
Dr Fruit isn’t alone in this scheme. It’s a conspiracy of ocular proportions.
This doctor has a network of enablers and partners. These include other eye specialists and medical professionals, those who manipulate tests and bloodwork to appear “clean” — furthering that false sense of healthiness and complacency to avoid treatment, thus quickening the body’s breakdown.
They boost their patient visits and billable codes, balancing the gradual demise of a percentage of patients over time, with the influx of new patients.
So this eye-harvesting network also branches out to other partners:
They work together to affect your eye health.
*Many of these industry folk and others fall into a guild bracket known as “sleep pattern disruptors,” which are all designed to infiltrate your life and fiddle with how you sleep. All aimed at straining your eyes.
They manipulate the air quality where you live, so tiny particles and dust are more present to irritate your eyes. They develop algorithms to make you more likely to binge streaming services and videos, making you more likely to stay up late and lose sleep.
The same goes for those creating digital content online, using their platforms to make print smaller and more challenging to see they mess with your lighting, so it may not be as bright or as reliable and cause problems with your eyes.
They all get profit and benefits, being cogs in a big conspiracy wheel of eye harvesting. ⚙️
Possibly , it’s the next gen concept for a Jeepers Creepers streaming series. (Jeepers, creepers, where’d you get those peepers?) 🎶🎼🎵
In reality, ignoring my warped mind’s creative spinning, I clearly have trust issues when my doctors tell me there’s nothing to worry about. Or when the HVAC or air duct people tell me everything is OK and nothing is wrong, that it must all be in my head.
Uh huh, sure. Whatever. Just know, I’ve got my eyes on you all. 😉 👀
His name is Dr Fruit.
He tells concerned patients not to worry, that despite all their preexisting eye condition issues they’ve had, their eyes are fine and “perfect,” as much as they can be given everything else.
As it turns out, it’s a ruse. A ploy to lull people into complacency, so their eyes will eventually expire and need to be plucked out. So he can then harvest them and grow alongside fresh apples in his garden. And eventually sell on the black eye market. 👀 🍎 😉
Wow. Just imagine that.
Meeting Dr Eye Fruit
I step back from the tale being crafted in my brain, reflecting on the eye doctor appointment.
The spacious medical office had an open layout, almost designed to be a production line of eye patients moving in and out. Moving from each point on the production line, before eventually meeting with Dr. Fruit.
He’s older, more distinguished than his young, clean-shaven profile pic on the practice website shows. Not necessarily a lie, but maybe misdirection.
Now, his salt-and-pepper hair is longer and combed to the front, still presenting a polished professional look. It’s complimented by thin silver eyeglasses - another addition from the profile pic w/o glasses, maybe a subtle yet visible nod that he “gets it.” The bright white lab coat with blue lettering isn’t unique, but it does contrast perfectly with the dark tile floor throughout the practice.
The visit with him is brief, compared to the rest of the appointment.
He has a friendly casual voice much of the 1:1 time together, except when he focuses on examining my eyes. That’s when he assaults my eyeballs with sunshine-bright white light at all angles, my eyes dancing around to his choreographed direction — as I’m blinded to his likely smirks relishing in my torment.
His voice becomes stern and clinical, as he speaks to a nearby iPad and an unseen presence named, “Sven.” I’m later told this is not AI, but a real person across the world is transcribing the doctors notes for my patient file.
If this was a different tale, I’d probably have to start imagining scenarios where Sven was actually an AI bot becoming self-aware. But I digress.
Thinking back in the hours and days after work, the hazy image of a possible red spot on the white sleeve strikes your memory.
Is my mind playing tricks, painting this false memory after I’ve been imagining red apples and bloody eyes..? Or was it real, just as easily being a faded ketchup stain or red marker mishap.
This is an eye harvesting tale, so let’s stick with that for now.
The spacious medical office had an open layout, almost designed to be a production line of eye patients moving in and out. Moving from each point on the production line, before eventually meeting with Dr. Fruit.
He’s older, more distinguished than his young, clean-shaven profile pic on the practice website shows. Not necessarily a lie, but maybe misdirection.
Now, his salt-and-pepper hair is longer and combed to the front, still presenting a polished professional look. It’s complimented by thin silver eyeglasses - another addition from the profile pic w/o glasses, maybe a subtle yet visible nod that he “gets it.” The bright white lab coat with blue lettering isn’t unique, but it does contrast perfectly with the dark tile floor throughout the practice.
The visit with him is brief, compared to the rest of the appointment.
He has a friendly casual voice much of the 1:1 time together, except when he focuses on examining my eyes. That’s when he assaults my eyeballs with sunshine-bright white light at all angles, my eyes dancing around to his choreographed direction — as I’m blinded to his likely smirks relishing in my torment.
His voice becomes stern and clinical, as he speaks to a nearby iPad and an unseen presence named, “Sven.” I’m later told this is not AI, but a real person across the world is transcribing the doctors notes for my patient file.
If this was a different tale, I’d probably have to start imagining scenarios where Sven was actually an AI bot becoming self-aware. But I digress.
Thinking back in the hours and days after work, the hazy image of a possible red spot on the white sleeve strikes your memory.
Is my mind playing tricks, painting this false memory after I’ve been imagining red apples and bloody eyes..? Or was it real, just as easily being a faded ketchup stain or red marker mishap.
This is an eye harvesting tale, so let’s stick with that for now.
Dr Fruit isn’t alone in this scheme. It’s a conspiracy of ocular proportions.
This doctor has a network of enablers and partners. These include other eye specialists and medical professionals, those who manipulate tests and bloodwork to appear “clean” — furthering that false sense of healthiness and complacency to avoid treatment, thus quickening the body’s breakdown.
They boost their patient visits and billable codes, balancing the gradual demise of a percentage of patients over time, with the influx of new patients.
So this eye-harvesting network also branches out to other partners:
- Home HVAC and air quality pros
- Streaming services
- Digital content creators and designers
- Home light installers
- Sleeping pattern disrupters*
They work together to affect your eye health.
*Many of these industry folk and others fall into a guild bracket known as “sleep pattern disruptors,” which are all designed to infiltrate your life and fiddle with how you sleep. All aimed at straining your eyes.
They manipulate the air quality where you live, so tiny particles and dust are more present to irritate your eyes. They develop algorithms to make you more likely to binge streaming services and videos, making you more likely to stay up late and lose sleep.
The same goes for those creating digital content online, using their platforms to make print smaller and more challenging to see they mess with your lighting, so it may not be as bright or as reliable and cause problems with your eyes.
They all get profit and benefits, being cogs in a big conspiracy wheel of eye harvesting. ⚙️
But why? What's it all for, really?
Maybe the harvested black market eyes are going to rich gazillionaires who need better vision for their aging money-making. Or maybe someone is supplying the food chain for a desolate island of creatures that eat eyeballs.Possibly , it’s the next gen concept for a Jeepers Creepers streaming series. (Jeepers, creepers, where’d you get those peepers?) 🎶🎼🎵
In reality, ignoring my warped mind’s creative spinning, I clearly have trust issues when my doctors tell me there’s nothing to worry about. Or when the HVAC or air duct people tell me everything is OK and nothing is wrong, that it must all be in my head.
Uh huh, sure. Whatever. Just know, I’ve got my eyes on you all. 😉 👀
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