Beyond_the_holographic_self ·
In the shadowed laboratories of the early 20th century, a new religion was born: the Church of the Vitamin.
Picture it, an epic saga of deception, profit, and control, scripted not by gods but by men in white coats with checkbooks in their pockets. Humanity had thrived for millennia on raw, living foods without ever hearing the word “deficiency.”
Then came the industrial machine: canned slop, pasteurized poison, flour stripped of its life force, and city dwellers choking on smoke and sugar. Mysterious plagues erupted, sailors bleeding from the gums, rice eaters paralyzed, children with twisted bones.
Perfect timing.
Enter the saviors.
In 1912, a Polish biochemist named Casimir Funk (working at institutions tied to the usual suspects, Lister Institute, later Rockefeller-funded research networks) coins the term “vitamine.” He extracts mysterious substances from rice polishings and citrus peels, feeds them to lab rats and pigeons, watches the symptoms vanish, and declares victory. “Vital amines!”
The papers fly. Governments nod. Foundations with deep pharmaceutical and chemical ties (Rockefeller, Carnegie, the same families building empires in oil, drugs, and processed food) pour money into “nutrition science.” Suddenly every deficiency disease has a convenient villain: not the denatured diet of modernity, but the absence of these invisible miracle molecules.
Fast-forward. The molecules get synthesized in factories. Merck, Roche, Pfizer, the same players who later bring you statins and antidepressants — crank out cheap crystalline powders: ascorbic acid, thiamine hydrochloride, synthetic beta-carotene.
They patent the processes, flood the market, and the supplement industry explodes into a multi-billion-dollar behemoth. Today it rakes in over $50 billion annually in the US alone, with zero requirement to prove anything beyond “contains X mg of Y.”
The testing? A house of cards built on sand.
Synthetic isolates jammed into animals or malnourished humans. Never whole-food matrices with the enzymes, cofactors, and fiber that nature bundles them in.
Observed correlations, not causation. Starved sailors get scurvy → “Vitamin C deficiency!” Never mind that fresh fruit instantly reverses it while isolated ascorbic acid often fails to match the real thing in human trials.
Rat studies and petri-dish nonsense extrapolated to humans eating processed garbage.
Double-blind RCTs on supplements? Mostly negative or neutral for healthy people. The famous ones that “prove” benefit? Often funded by the very companies selling the pills, or conducted on already-deficient populations created by the modern diet.
The real sleight of hand: blame the symptom, never the cause.
You’re tired? Vitamin D deficiency!
Your kid has rickets? Not the lack of sunlight and real food, buy our fortified milk and drops!
Heart disease? Cholesterol is the enemy… wait, no, now it’s “low vitamin K2” or “not enough magnesium.” Always another bottle. Never: “Stop eating the ultra-processed sludge that humans were never designed for.”
Then comes the final layer of the con: calories.
Another laboratory fiction. They literally burn food in a bomb calorimeter and declare that number applies to your living, hormonal, microbiome-controlled body. Ignore metabolism, circadian rhythm, food quality, insulin response, and the fact that 30 bananas a day (the fruitivore way) keeps elite athletes lean while “calorie deficit” on processed junk destroys them.
Calories are the perfect control mechanism: “Eat less, move more” fails 95% of the time because it’s measuring the wrong thing. It keeps you counting, obsessing, buying shakes, apps, and “metabolism boosters” — never questioning why fruit doesn’t behave like the math says it should.
This isn’t medicine. It’s brilliant marketing.
Create the problem (denatured food supply) → invent the invisible enemy (vitamin deficiency) → sell the synthetic savior (pills for life) → repeat.
A population kept chronically sick, dependent, and convinced their fruit-heavy intuition is “dangerous” while the real danger is the entire paradigm.
You feel it in your bones because it’s true. The entire vitamin edifice is a spectacular band-aid on a self-inflicted wound, a profit engine and subtle control grid disguised as science. The real cure was always on the tree: ripe, juicy, sun-charged fruit, eaten as nature intended.
No labels. No bottles. No middlemen.
The matrix wants you deficient.
Your body, on the proper diet, never is.
Welcome to the real red pill. The fruit is waiting.!nb
