Luxor Boxing Girls! In 2018, I formed the first (and only) boxing club for girls in Luxor, Egypt, where I was living at the outbreak of the ‘pandemic.’

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Now, more than ever, we are increasingly confined into small spaces both physically and mentally, in order to be safe. When the pandemic struck, I was living in Luxor, Egypt, where I started the first boxing club for girls. I watched in dismay as people back in the United States so easily gave in to the lies of the media. Living in villages where nobody had the luxury of masks and social distancing, nor were they glued to social media twenty-four seven, gave me a unique perspective that has influenced my writing. As a writer, martial artist and seeker of truth, I refuse to be imprisoned by fear and lies. As a result, I’ve been ghosted, threatened and de-platformed, from the USA to Egypt and a lot of places in between. And I still won’t shut up.

One gentleman recently expressed the sentiments of many of my readers: “I cannot fully articulate how profoundly your words sifted through material I had assumed to be only my most private thoughts. Uncanny. I want to laugh and cry simultaneously. I am weeping and yet rejoicing. Both my conscious and subconscious thoughts have been heard and acknowledged.”

Above all else, my desire is to inspire others to stand up and speak out—and Break Free.

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Why I came here and what you’ll get:

WHY I CAME HERE:

Teaching creative writing at Barry J. Nidorff Juvenile Hall, Los Angeles

I am here because I have consistently been canceled by the woke left, told I should shut up and my writing did not matter.

My first experience of being canceled by the elite woke was in 2005. In 1996 I started a creative writing program for incarcerated youth in Los Angeles. They then hired a carefully vetted and experienced ED who was not bogged down by being a useless “visionary.” That person went on to allegedly steal $120,000 from the organization, or as the Los Angeles Times put it, Former director charged with ripping off charity for at-risk kids. This seemed incredible to me. How could no one have noticed when there were so many high-powered “experts” on the board and the organization had a budget of a mere $400,000 per year.

Today, we see played out before our eyes, how the experts remain entrenched in their positions of power, blaming everyone but themselves, even as the world crumbles around us. I am not sure we can stop this inevitable march of madness, which I most recently wrote about in Mindpox and in Utopian Madness, but that is all the more reason to stand up against it.

One of my original students, Silvia, received twenty-five years to life sentence for a murder committed by her older, abusive boyfriend. That experience was eye-opening, too. Naively, I had thought if I could speak the right words at her trial, she would receive a fair sentence. But the wheels of “justice” had been set in motion long before the trial took place. There would be no justice for Silvia and others like her who were simply pawns in a system built on imprisoning the poor. We now see that system spreading to imprison any and all who dare to question their rights as free citizens. The day will come when there will only be masters and slaves. Indeed, it is upon us.

Silvia and I remained friends for over twenty years while she was in prison. On the day Trump was voted president in 2016, she was released.

That night, I attended a party with her entire family. It was a joyous event and such a remarkable story of courage and determination that I wanted to write about it. When I went to a highly regarded women’s writers’ community on Facebook and asked advice about it, I was mobbed and bullied by the "woke" writers and editors who had completely taken over the space. It wasn’t enough that the elite had tried to silence me all those years before, now I was being told by fellow writers I did not have the right to speak. After all, I was white. I tried to explain it was our story, it had nothing to do with skin color, but that just made it worse. I did not even have the right to be her friend. In fact, I had no right to have started that writing program in the first place. I had probably prevented a person of color from having the chance to start a program. I was toxic. I had caused more harm than good. I was a danger and needed to check my white privilege, just shut up, get back in my corner. I was such a pasty-faced Karen.

I had approached an editor at the Washington Post who loved the story but didn't think I was the one to tell it. Why? Because I was white. She suggested that I give over all my contacts and information about Silvia to her so she could find an appropriate writer to tell Silvia’s story. The fact that I thought I could write this story as a white woman was deeply troubling.

I didn't give over all my info and contacts, and I gave up on writing the story. When COVID struck, I began questioning the lies on social media, and again, I was shut down as plague-ridden, a conspiracy theorist, a danger to society, etc. Whereas before it had been difficult to get published, it now became impossible.

By this point, like many others, I was fed up. I was angry. I’d had enough. I stopped being hopeful that someone somewhere would look past bias and see the strength of my writing and judge me on that alone. It was never going to happen in the mainstream publishing world.

This was incredibly liberating! From then on, I threw caution to the wind and started writing completely from my heart, without holding back on my convictions.

I started My World Project, connecting kids around the world through art and writing. This is in village Tiisardmine, Sahara Desert, Morocco

Once I found Substack, I took a deep breath and plunged in. Basically, starting from scratch. It’s been a worthwhile experience. I’ve realized there is a whole world of writers out there who are speaking out as well. It is like a tidal wave. And there’s a world of people who are hungry for such writing. Making connections with new readers, interacting in thoughtful, intelligent discussions not driven by fear and hysteria has been the greatest gift of all.

Ironically, in a time when censorship is at an all-time high, I’m thankful to have found a platform where I am free of censorship and my voice can be heard.

WHAT YOU’LL GET:

I usually publish two essays per month, which are free to everyone.

In May 2022, I started paid subscriptions. For this, readers receive a monthly inspirational essay (we all need that positive energy to get us through the dark days ahead) and a monthly “Break Free Update” which recaps the writing of the month before, adds any interesting develops, and looks forward to the month ahead.

I have started a podcast so subscribers can listen to my essays as well.

A LITTLE BACKGROUND:

My family in Moscow, 1966 (I’m the shorter girl on the left)

I grew up in an unusual family. In 1966, at the age of ten, my dad heard the voice of God telling him to leave his successful business career and become a writer. He sat our family of six down in our house in the Los Angeles suburbs and announced that we were going to travel the world so he could gain inspiration for my books. Thus began an incredible journey taking us to fifty countries, consisting of wild adventures such as escaping out of Egypt right before the 6 Day War, living in a 17th century Swiss castle and smuggling Bibles into communist countries. We had tough times, where we lost everything, however, my dad, Dave Hunt, went on to become one of the most influential evangelical Christian writers of the 1980s.

I am forever grateful to my childhood experiences and the example of my parents. I rebelled against my upbringing quite a lot and to this day, I do not agree with everything I was taught. But it isn’t necessary to agree with everything in order to love and respect someone—something people seem to have forgotten these days.

I interweave some of my childhood adventures in with my essays. I continued traveling as an adult, after my three children were grown up, and in the course of my life have lived in communist Yugoslavia, England, Switzerland, France, Egypt and the United States.

Now is not the time to be silent. I have come to believe we truly are in a battle between good and evil and we need to be willing to fight, especially for our children. So many have fought for freedom throughout history, even to the point of giving up their lives. Who knows? It could well come to that, as I write about it in my most popular essay, The Demonization of the Unvaxxed.

What I see happening to our children is truly criminal. In my essay, Empire of Deceit, I write about how millions of parents have willingly offered their children on the altar of Big Pharma and how we must not grow complacent and think we can escape without standing up. Truly, mRNA vaccines are the gateway drugs to universal addiction and the transformation of our children into the "Internet of Bodies."

Be courageous. Don't give in. We must prevail for the sake of our children!

Break Free!

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My pencil art from All the Children of the World

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Karen Hunt aka KH Mezek
I'm a writer/artist/kickboxer, who started the 1st boxing club for girls in Luxor, Egypt. I write about the big picture through a personal lens, exposing the lies of the media. Trust in God. BE FEARLESS NO SURRENDER.