I learned today that someone I knew quite well and had shared much with, died last month on the 22nd of April, 2026. Cancer got her, but before the cancer and chemo devoured, propaganda had taken hold and she was enslaved, as were many, captivated by antichrist beliefs with libertine principles of acceptance of homosexuality, new agism, and a medical system that she considered beneficial for the masses. She got the baneful shots, and wouldn't you know it, she became a perfect candidate for frequent oncology department visits, and treatments too.
It has been just under two years since my sister died. She was injected trice, and the irreparable damage became more evident and obvious, with each passing week and month. Cognitive decline was rapid for my sister, and she lost her ability to navigate the world safely, getting lost while driving home, or to places she had visited a thousand times before. It saddens me greatly in the recalling, to think of her struggling to make sense of her environment so that she could find her way home.
I know you have stories too, dear one. I know you are experiencing similar circumstances, or have in the recent past. Perhaps you are making frequent trips to the oncology department too, because your body is breaking down and you don't know where else to go, or what else you can do, to stop the diseases that rage and ravage. It is horrific for me to state this: They knew, the pushers of poison knew, how very ill some would become as a result of those shots, and the news reporters, the tricksters with the microphones and cameras and perfect illumination lighting, throw pounds of salt in open wounds, when they openly accuse the perpetrators, without any plan in place to prosecute.
Some people do not want to look back at the covid craze days: it is a painful thing to feel ashamed for falling into such a massive web of lies, and not be able to undo what has been done. Some people now suffer what was predicted five and six years ago, when all the nonsense hit the airwaves, and settled like stink on the masses. I wept for days and months for people I knew and loved. I ranted, raved, and pleaded, and periodically I figuratively brow beat with the written word, those that thought me a fool or the weakest link, for not going with the covid flow. I didn't care if I was repetitive and perhaps a bit obnoxious to those that differed in their opinions from mine... I wanted people to not get those injections, and more than this, I didn't want children to have that stuff enter into their perfect little healthy bodies, and I didn't want kids to be without parents, and parents to be without their kids, because the plan was to eliminate as many of God's human creatures as possible. Not everyone knew this, and now, many more do know what the real plan was, and is still.
The news hasn't changed, has it? Like the soap opera The Young and The Restless, nothing much is missed, when you and i take our eyes from the screen, or turn a deaf ear to the spewing of lies. Did you hear the real news? The news is that people are dying without knowing that Jesus Christ is the Saviour, and that he is the only Comforter in the universe, that can lead us home, when we feel disoriented and lost.
The woman I mentioned earlier, that died last month, she chronicled some of her cancer "journey" on FB: she never mentioned God or Jesus, or faith, but she did thank the doctors and nurses that were taking such great care of her; the very same doctors and nurses that fed her the poison of chemo to cure the cancer caused by the injections that were all the rage, and still are in some circles. Speaking of circles, can you see the circular pattern that presents itself?





