Dear reader, there is no such thing as sudden death, there is, however, expected demise. You live, you die, he she they them live, then they die. These statements would appear to be ludicrous comments from a simpleton, if it weren't for the fact that many a person does not seem to comprehend the concept of death. Think with me, how millions of souls rushed to the point of a syringe to secure life, only to be given a shot of death. While living, they decided to hedge their bets and believe the snake oil salesmen lie, that a polluted potion would add years to their existence: alas, nothing could have been further from truth.
Our baseline health, you know, that comparative measure of I feel great, to I feel sickly, to I feel like I might be dying I am so ill, has changed forever. The covid injected, meaning those that got the covid shots, are not feeling great, they are sickly, and some are so ill that death really is imminent. When lives seem unnaturally shortened, and this is indeed happening, it isn't sudden, it is to be expected. Dear one, to my point: Is a teaspoon of arsenic acceptable, or just as deadly as a full syringe of the stuff? I contend that poison is poison, and when we strip away all the poisons that intoxicate and sicken the body, we reveal the hidden little and massive sins, that have ingratiated themselves in order to instigate and incite riot in the soul, in rebellion against God's perfect plan for humanity.
Man thinks he can control his own life. This is laughable and insulting to God. I have no control of the chemical trail criminals that in mercenary fashion, pollute the air above so that it falls as acid rain to all the creatures below. We impact one another in wonderful, and in dastardly ways. Your sin, my sin, hurts, not only you and me, but everyone else too, since it is a contagion, and we do not act singularly in life. This is why love in the form of charity is a cure all:
And above all things have fervent charity among yourselves: for charity shall cover the multitude of sins (1 Peter 4:8)
Think with me, the damage the covid craze did, to relationships. Now we extrapolate: relationships were destroyed, with trust devoured by ravenous wolves that feed off of disgust (we were instructed to hate anyone that opposed our point of view during the great divide and conquer covid scheme), and now as the injected poison continues to work its magic (the concoction was satanically constructed, one element added to the next while worshipping Lucifer), we see our loved ones dying of aggressive illness, as though plagued. We certainly are in a plague of mammoth proportions, generated by men that serve the wicked one.
Do you see what I see? Let us strip our beds of all coverings. The sick bed, when taken down to the bare mattress, is covered in wiggling, squirming bugs. The only way to rid ourselves of them is to fumigate, or throw out that festering mattress. The bed of lies told and received as truth, must be scrutinized, held under a light that reveals what has been laid there, and been encouraged to grow.
People are dying, this is true, and unfortunately, it is not surprising for those of us that wept for years on end, when the covid craze was all the rage. Those in the know, cried for what was happening, and what was about to happen, and for what is now happening. We knew death was imminent for the injected, and that it was just a matter of time, before we saw the fruition of a poison plan. Sudden death, as I indicated above, is no such thing: expected demise is far more accurate.
I am writing with a calculated clarity, dear reader. I will say unequivocally, once again, that if you have been injected with the covid shots, you must repent if you have not already, and if you have indeed repented, you must pray for your loved ones that did similarly, to repent, because God did not instruct you, or them, to do so, to save you from a fraudulent virus, or to save your own life. God cannot be accused of evil, and to suggest people are dying at his hand, and passover the sins of the people, implying they are somehow innocent, is to call God's mercy, love, and long-suffering, into question.
Instead of asking, Why is God doing this, or, Why is God allowing this? We must ask ourselves, each and every one of us, Why did we do this? Why are we so inclined to disobedience, at our own expense, and that of others?
It is Sunday, a day to read scripture in the quietness. A day to reflect and commune with our Maker. A day to appreciate the life we have been given, and in gratitude, thank God for his loving, tender care. No one loves like he does, and it does the soul a world of good to remember this.