For my internet friends who met me 3 or 4 years back, you knew me as a sick, crippled, dying, little-old lady. I was still chasing the ‘American Dream,’ promoting and publishing my writing. I actually believed that ‘condition’ existed. But it was just another disease.
From what I have seen, many vaccine-injured [unable to get MEs] have fled to religious exemptions. Now, these creeps want to shut even that door.
Government expert with oxygen mask and bird from Canaries help in mine rescue The Indianapolis News (Indianapolis, Indiana) Saturday 20th January 1912 I’ve often said those of us damaged or killed by the very things we’re told will save us are “canaries in the coal-mine.” meaning and origin of ‘canary in the coal mine’ It was... Continue Reading →
Those eyes… I see those eyes nearly every time I tell someone I am vaccine injured. Hateful… Spiteful… Angry… Even dangerous… People look at me as if I am a walking plague. Fear clutches my stomach and makes me nauseous. I have to break free of my posture; frozen with fear. I’m afraid of being... Continue Reading →
Children today are injected with multitudes of shots from birth. How many contain fetal lines containing chromosomal material from aborted fetal lines? I could count, but I’ll let you do it. Live viral strains are grown primarily in these culture lines. Is any effort made to differentiate male from female chromosomal DNA? Is the answer... Continue Reading →
When I first started researching issues I thought could be related to my declining health, I ran into brick walls and varying opinions. I turned to science–real science to save my own life. I’ve studied human behavior all my life. Patterns of behavior emerge just as readily on the internet as they do face to... Continue Reading →
It is, indeed, an insane world. I lost a tooth to this disaster yesterday. My dentist closed shop on the day of my appointment. Last year I had told her she should exit from the market. Suggested, maybe, precious metals.
One thing that is never covered is that hospital wards were established back in the early days [70s/80s.] I think those calling themselves professionals were just as confused as mothers and fathers were. There were many children in the ward in our area. It was a 14-bed unit–it was always full with a 2-week turnaround.... Continue Reading →
A shock-wave hit me as I read this reporter’s response–the title of this article. I found myself wondering why my murder was unimportant—why my sons were unimportant. Then I remembered how the holocaust went. This is not much different.