I’d gone years unable to stop what I was doing long enough to cry about what was happening. Warriors don’t cry. They save the crying for after the war is over.
My husband was driving us down I-80 from the northern CA wooded foothills when I saw smoke ahead and heard SCREAMING, a frantic, high-pitched, “we’re dying” chorus of screams. Traffic came to a screeching halt and I saw the source of the smoke and the screaming. Burning pigs were running wild all over the freeway. A short way ahead on the shoulder, I saw a confused and terrified trucker at the back of his livestock-cage, rushing to get the rest of his hogs OUT of his burning semi-trailer.
One of the burning pigs approached our car on my side. It came right up to my window, peering in at me, begging for help. My husband and I tried to figure out what we could do. Any water in the car? No. A blanket or towel? No. The traffic began to move again. My husband sped us out of the tragedy and we continued down the mountain. Both of us were in shock, silent. A swift slaughter for sustenance is one thing, but the ongoing torment we’d witnessed was almost unbearable.
And then my floodgates opened. I finally cried, deeply.
“They’re just pigs honey. We eat them, remember?”
But I couldn’t stop crying. And I did this for weeks, sometimes for an hour a day. You see, after years of stoically listening to why so many of the parents in the Control Group study had decided to never vaccinate their children ever again, I realized most of them had to see it for themselves to understand. Only then would they stop it, and begin to spare their new children getting any of the poisonous jabs. The disabilities, the destroyed lives, the deaths, I finally mourned rather than raging. Crying doesn’t help anyone. But cry we must. Sometimes, even while the battle still rages. A human can only take so much.
A swift and direct “kill” would’ve been so merciful in comparison to what’s happened to many these families. This method (to depopulate) is so very cowardly, so vile. Parents know what to do when a maniac comes at their offspring with a hatchet. But this method is so much more treacherous. There is no honor in any of it.
I’m also a mother and a grandmother. And hey, even warriors need a good cry now and then, don’t they? After years of pure anger and raging against this malevolence which destroys so many lives and families, I finally cried for the victims of this wholesale slaughter. There are not enough tears. I’m sorry I didn’t stop this. Please forgive me. I love you.
My alone time (to cry) was often accompanied with beseeching God to “Make it stop!” It hasn’t stopped. Those responsible remain on the loose and still in power. And others in power (perps as well) only defend the direct perpetrators. What’s it going to take?
We’ve repeatedly approached the U.S. Supreme Court demanding a CIVIL remedy to prevent our own extermination at the hands of this government, only to learn that everyone of the “justices” on the U.S. Supreme Court is controlled by pharma/WEF agenda. And we all know what this means. We either perish, or we stand up in any way that is necessary to preserve our lives, and the lives of our loved ones. What will this look like?
Into the great unknown we venture. For they refused to permit a CIVIL remedy.
Godspeed,
Joy
The lab leak hoax is another distraction, the only way to create a worldwide pandemic is to clone lots and lots of virus and spread it all over the place.
More here; https://truthaddict.substack.com/p/lab-leak-zoonotic-spillover-or-deliberate
I join you. My Brother, age 65, died suddenly from the COVID JAB. His co-worker told us of his ailments leading up to his death. His son insisted he take the JAB in order to see his grandson.
We lived 5 hours away. He never told me that he was sick. WHY? I will never know.
RIP Brother+