Pfizer; the gift that keeps on giving.....

Connect the dots to see the whole picture

Yesterday we filed a VAERs report. Not that it will benefit us personally, but in the grand scheme of things, at least it’s a declaration of harm suffered that is on the public record. IMO, there will never be financial compensation for all the victims of this cruel and reprehensible agenda because there are simply not enough resources available to pay more than half the world’s population. (And yes, I get that frns, currency, “money” is a man-made construct and that is another topic in and of itself, but hopefully you get my meaning, here. The numbers of those harmed are like the stars in the endlessly stretching cosmos).

Additionally, the sheer numbers of those who took part in deploying the poisons and by their own actions caused harm are so large that it is almost incomprehensible. The clerks at CVS, the front-line HR representative tracking “compliance”, the IT developers who worked on notification apps, the factory workers producing suffocation devices and chemically-coated swabs, the parking lot attendants who let the vaxine busses set up their traveling clinics, the receptionists who sent emails……all the various roles, large and small, that people held while they “did their jobs” in carrying out the agendas of tyranny marked by the covidCon .

Obviously, nearly every person still working in the medical, education, and government service agency industries is personally culpable….but there are so, so many other jobs where people took part in enabling this sick, anti-life, anti-Human agenda. Essentially, anyone who did not actively oppose it or work from the inside to sabotage it behind the scenes in secret is guilty of participating and of enabling it….even if they weren’t involved directly in shooting the poison darts into arms. And all these people absolutely must have a Come to Jesus moment before they will be able to see all the damage that they have caused. That’s perhaps as large-scale and global an awakening yet to come as the covidCon awakening itself has been for those of us who have been aware of it for any amount of time.

We have been impatiently waiting and waiting and waiting for the world to pull the blinders off and face the massive fallout that has been like a snowball rolling down a hill, getting bigger and heavier with each turn. We are so tired of dealing with the “nothing to see here” mentality that prefers to keep its head buried in the sand rather than acknowledging the truth of what has happened over the last five years.

Five years, yes; that’s where we are right now….and half the population still believes that pharma and governments exist to serve and do right by the people. How can they be so willfully ignorant?

Consider the magnitude of harm, and the magnitude of personal responsibility that must be first acknowledged by the sheer numbers of perpetrators who played any part in causing harm to others. Whether it is a parent who allowed a child to take an injection of a poison that is very likely to cause some sort of awful health condition that the child will have to deal with for the rest of his life…..or the director of HR who issued pink slips to 2200 workers who refused to volunteer for medical rape as a condition of employment; there is personal responsibility for whatever part was taken. And in today’s day and age, personal responsibility is something that has been actively discouraged through decades of brainwashing and “progressive” values. Consider what the word disposable means, and how that concept relates to “responsibility” if you want some chewy food for thought.

So much has been written and recorded about this heinous attack on the Human race already that I don’t really need to add much to the pool of information, but I do want to share my personal experience because giving voice to it is honoring and respecting our struggle. Mine and my husband’s.

Our story is not typical, although perhaps it’s not altogether rare. We knew each other twenty years ago, when we were in our thirties, and there was a powerful attraction that went well beyond the physical, but which wasn’t really ever openly acknowledged. We were both very awkward, insecure and frankly…immature. We tiptoed around each other and eventually both of us went our separate ways to marry other people and build our lives.

Both of us fell on very hard times during covid. Both of us lost our careers, our livelihoods, our homes, our friends, and our entire ways of life; he unwillingly in a divorce that sidelined him, and me by choice to walk away. We were both living with our families in late 2023, struggling to rebuild our lives when he reached out to me after more than eighteen years of absolutely no contact. He was in Florida, more than a thousand miles away….and I am here on Western Massachusetts. He texted me from a trauma center where he had woken up w ithout much memory of how he had gotten there, but only with the feeling that he really needed to talk to me. So he reached out to a mutual friend, who gave him my number. I had just finished a forty day spiritual healing discipline; on day forty one, a cryptic text that said “just wanted to say hi to someone who was always nice to me” came through from a telephone number I did not recognize, and surprisingly I did not dismiss it as spam or a wrong number, but answered. I was amazed that it was him, after all this time. We began to talk. And talk. And talk.

We were finally able to talk in a way that we had never been able to talk before. Every day, we had long conversations…..some days, we talked for more than nine solid hours, long into the nights. We realized that twenty years ago, both of us had had feelings for the other, but neither of us had known. And the feelings were still there, and this time they were able to deepen and expand as we really got to know each other. We made plans, and at the end of January, he got on the road to drive North to be with me.

He had been dealing with horrendous health problems for a couple of years, including seizures, neuropathy, tremors, mood-swings, memory gaps, high blood pressure; numerous and massive after-effects of an aneurysm that had almost killed him in mid 2021. Alcoholism was how he was coping with the pain and the side effects, with underlying depression, anxiety and panic. He was taking ten different rx poisons, each to deal with the symptoms caused by the others, and collectively killing him slowly. At the time, he didn’t tell me that he had gotten two Pfizer shots in the summer of 2021. He didn’t connect any dots, because…..”safe and effective”….and alcohol has its own debilitating effects anyway, so it was easy to blame most everything on that. And he and alcohol had a very long history together; it had always been his method of coping with stress. As someone who has been actively involved in homeopathic and Natural medicines, detoxification protocols, and clean living, I knew the power of these things and how they can radically reset the body in ways that allopathy cannot touch. I knew that I could help him, and that I wanted to.

The trip North was very, very difficult. He was so anxious, shaky and weak that just driving was a huge effort. He would go a few miles a day, then hole up in a truck stop or travel center and drink beer until he fell asleep. He decided to throw away all the prescriptions a few days into the trip because he had realized that they were harming him….and he didn’t share this with me. Had he told me, I would have urged him to NOT do this cold turkey, but to gradually reduce the chemicals in his system over time to allow his body to slowly acclimate to less and less of the poison in his system, but he didn’t tell me, so our daily telephone calls were surreal and I often hung up the phone worried out of my mind at the strange way he was acting. He did not even tell me where he was specifically at any given moment, other than a vague reference to a highway or a state, so I wouldn’t have been able to find him if I tried. He was taking an enormous risk with this behavior while on the road…..but in retrospect now that I know the whole story, I realize that for him……travel centers and truck stops represent safety, comfort and anonymity. He was a career long-distance trucker for over thirty years, after all. I knew how responsible he had always been, and that he would never even consider driving with even a drop of alcohol in his system, but still the trip was awful for both of us. One evening, were on the phone as a tornado was going through the truck stop where he was at; he was describing the way that “the train” was getting louder and louder, and how the car was shaking and shuddering. I was praying throughout the conversation; scared for him, and powerless to do anything other than ask the Divine for help and protection.

The trip went on and on, and eventually he stayed too long in a truck stop in Jersey; he was targeted by staff there, who called the state police. They didn’t need any excuses other than empty beer bottles on the car floor…..and I ended up having to jump in my car and drive two hundred and thirty miles to get him out of jail. To add excitement and drama to the trip, my faithful car began to malfunction about fifteen miles away from the jail, on a highway that was one endlessly stretching hill that just kept going up. I will never again think of Hell as a place that is anywhere “down there” after that trip.

I ended up riding in to the county jail like the beleaguered heroine in a 70s movie; in a tow truck with my poor broken-down car strapped onto the back, to rescue the husband that I had married in a Commitment ceremony over the telephone…..who I hadn’t seen in eighteen years. The Triple A driver, after hearing my story, was kind enough to stop and pick up transmission fluid at an auto parts store on the way and he filled my car’s depleted well as I waited across the parking lot for the front doors to unlock and my Man to come walking out. The first time we laid eyes on each other in almost two decades was in a jail parking lot in Jersey at 9 o’clock at night with only cameras, and a young tow truck driver as our witnesses.

That was late February; three and a half months ago, now….and ever since that time, it has been a slow and uphill battle. The prescription poisons are completely out of his system, and all the associated dementia-related symptoms, tremors, and crazy mood swings are gone….but the process of slowly slowly weaning from a significant alcohol dependency has been a roller coaster ride. I had to quickly educate myself in Sobriety, and with a fast-tracked program earned a Sobriety Life Coach certificate to add to my already massive toolkit; it has given me a great deal of hope and inspiration to keep going. But recovery from alcohol dependency isn’t the only goal we are after.

He revealed that he had gotten two Pfizer shots “a few years back” to me shortly after he arrived, and only offhandedly after I had tentatively shared some information about the catastrophic fallout that I was continuing to read about which were the direct result of so-called “vaccine” injuries. He already knew where I stand on the whole subject; he knew how I had walked away from a life-long, high paying career rather than allow any employer to coerce mandated medicine on me.

A part of me was absolutely floored at the revelation; I guess that somewhere inside I was holding onto the vain hope that he had managed to escape the tyrannical pressure that so many others had caved into while even at the same time I had been wondering about the origin of so many intense health problems. At the time, I had more or less been attributing everything to alcohol, a lifetime of fast food and poor nutrition, and all the prescription drugs….but this conversation opened my eyes. I pressed him to remember the timeline; when were the shots, when did his health go so terribly sideways….but he couldn’t remember. He had spent the last four and a half years in and out of Rescue missions, rehabs and on family couches from New York to Oklahoma to Florida, and throughout it all, alcohol laid a film of confusion over everything. At the end of the day, getting him detoxed and not-addicted and onto a healthy diet with turbo-nutrition has been the whole plan.

For the last several months, as we’ve been having these conversations and I’ve urged him to try to piece the timeline together….he’s become more and more certain that the Pfizer shots, which he got at a CVS pharmacy in Florida preceded all his most severe health problems. It’s been an anecdotal story, without actual facts. He could only very clearly remember being in the neuro unit of Florida Ocala Marion County Hospital for 18 days in a medically induced coma because it was where he spent his 50th birthday, in August of 2021 following a life threatening Aneurysm that triggered all the catastrophic health problems. It was the only specific detail we could get our hands on, factually. Until yesterday.

He found the “COVID-19 Vaccination Record Card” buried in his old wallet at the bottom of his suitcase. There is only one line filled out, under the “2nd Dose”; lot EW0191, on 7/8/21.

A month before the Aneurysm, where he woke up in the night to the sound of a rushing river……which was actually the blood gushing out of both nostrils and flowing all across his pillow, bed, and onto the floor. All he remembers of that night was somehow managing to call 911. After eighteen days in the hospital, having undergone drug therapy to close off the blood vessels in his brain to allow it to rewire itself and heal, he spent the next six months having to relearn how to walk….and dealing with reoccurring, debilitating seizures, and a whole host of other problems including the sudden accellerated aging of the skin on both forearms that now appear to belong to a ninety year old man and are so fragile that just brushing against a wall results in decubitus ulcers and eventual necrotic tissue.

Finding this card and the written confirmation that the bioweapon shots immediately preceded a massive brain bleed, accellerated aging, ED, seizures, high blood pressure, and an accelerated resting heartbeat that has persisted ever since (among other things) was the final validation. There is no denying that all these things were directly caused by the jabs. And so yesterday, with the specific information that we now have, we filed a VAERs report.

The road to recovery is long and hard, but it is worth it…and every embattled step is a victory. I found it very interesting that the VAERs database, which I was able to bang through quickly (my typing speed is about 108 words per minute), gave me a warning that it would time out in five minutes if I didn’t finish the report before then. I hadn’t been paying attention to how long the report took to fill out, but based on that, I can say with absolute assurance that the average person who is not a lightning fast typist like me will very likely get kicked out of the system before he or she can possibly finish the report. No wonder the Harvard Kaiser study done a decade ago found that less than one per cent of actual vaccine side effects and deaths get reported, with a system that times you out in under ten minutes! But that is probably just a coincidence. One more coincidence in the ocean of coincidences.

Sooner or later, everyone will experience that last coincidence which becomes too many for them to deny. Every day, I pray to the Divine that today the world will reach the tipping point.