Offering Our Children on Big Pharma's Altar
mRNA vaccines are the gateway drugs to universal addiction and the transformation of our children into the "Internet of Bodies"
RAND defines the Internet of Bodies as “a growing industry of devices that monitor the human body, collect health and other personal information, and transmit that data over the Internet.”
I say that children are the IoB because we are fast approaching the time when they will be so comfortably integrated with their monitoring devices that surviving without them will be unimaginable.
In The Silver Chair, which I also mention in The Demonization of the Unvaxxed, Jill and Scrubb are sent by the High King Aslan to find Prince Rilian, who has mysteriously disappeared. The children are joined on their quest by Puddleglum, a no-nonsense, down-to-earth Marshwiggle.
After many adventures, the three companions find themselves in the domain of the earthmen, deep beneath the land of the giants. There, they meet a knight who explains to them that each night he is plagued by psychotic episodes and must be bound to the Silver Chair until the episode is past. He warns them that under no circumstances, no matter how convincing or sane he appears to be, they must not release him or he will turn into a loathsome serpent and kill them all. They promise to follow his wishes.
He is bound to the chair by earthmen who then depart the room. As the companions watch, the knight begins to moan about enchantments and thrashes about in the chair. And then, suddenly, he calms down. His eyes turn alive and clear. He begs them to release him but they are afraid.
In one last desperate attempt he cries out, “By the bright skies of Overland, by the great Lion, by Aslan himself, I charge you---”
This shocks the companions, for Aslan is the one who sent them to find Prince Rilian. Could this young man be the prince? And so, despite their doubts and fears, they release him.
The knight is, indeed the prince, and everyone is happy, thinking they have accomplished their goal. But the Witch who had him under her spell returns and throws a magic potion into the fire, setting off a sweet smell that muddles the companions’ minds. The Witch thrums on a fiddle and begins to sing a monotonous tune, mocking their memories of a free Overland, where there is a sun and moon and people walk on top of the earth, not under it.
It was all just a dream, the Lady murmurs, softly, seductively.
Yes, it was, they repeat dully.
It is Puddleglum who comes to the rescue, using the last of his will power and his tough webbed marsh feet to stamp out the fire and break the spell. Then, he speaks to the Witch:
“One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. "One word…. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play world…. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia.”
And with that, the Witch’s spell is broken. How could they have been so fooled when it was so obvious? Their memories are true and it is the witch’s world that is an illusion.
This is our present state. The potion has been cast into the fire and we have breathed it in. A vast web of lies, repetitively and seductively told, has turned our world into a frightening nightmare and we are convinced we have no choice but to accept it. We are weary from fighting against the inevitable. Just give in. Close your eyes and sleep.
Yet, just as Puddleglum stood up for the children under his care, we, as adults, have a moral obligation to stand up for our children, too.
On September 9, 2021, Joe Biden, the demon-king of what was once the freest nation on earth, declared war on our children. He started with maligning the 25% of the population who remain unvaccinated.
“We’ve been patient but our patience is running thin and your refusal has cost all of us,” he said.
But he didn’t stop there. Biden went on to inform parents that in order to ensure the safety of children eleven and under, who aren’t yet eligible to be vaccinated, parents must: “Make sure you are vaccinated. Make sure the older siblings are vaccinated. Make sure any caregivers are vaccinated.”
Or what? Will the government then decide it is within their rights to take children away from their wayward parents?
With his latest speech, this frail shell of a man and his cowardly administration have made it clear how little they value the people they serve. They think the spells they’ve weaved are so powerful we will forget the principles upon which our nation was founded. We will despise ourselves just as they despise us. We will give up our rights and be bullied into compliance.
Today, I listened as the mouthpiece of hell, Jen Psaki, said unequivocally that while US citizens must be vaccinated, those coming across our southern borders illegally do not. Her brazen statement of “correct” when asked if this was true was shocking.
In that moment I knew, more than I had ever known before, that there is no pandemic.
If this was a crisis, the border would be closed. End of story.
Seven children were killed by a drone strike in Kabul, yet we never even learned their names. The US drone strike that the Pentagon claimed killed a Kabul suicide bomber actually 'killed aid worker and seven children who ran to greet him when he arrived home.’
When Milley was asked a few days later if there were others killed, he responded, “Yes, there were others killed. Who they were, we don’t know.”
Who they were, we don’t know.
Imagine. This is our government. They lie without impunity. They kill children and do not even know their names. The world is watching. The message is clear. We do not even believe in our own founding principles anymore, let alone anyone else’s. What we once believed is no longer worth fighting for.
What happened to those children is a crime. Imagine if you killed your neighbor and then explained, “I thought he was a terrorist,” even though he wasn’t, and then congratulated yourself because, well, you did it for the good of the neighborhood. You’d be termed a monster and sent to prison.
By the time the disastrous Afghanistan withdrawal happened, the government already knew they could commit whatever crimes they wanted and the public would do nothing about it. Nor would the opposing party. Oh, they would hold press conferences and say how terrible it all was. But as we’ve seen, nothing ever comes of it. Both sides are benefiting too much from the lies.
Make no mistake, Biden exposed his hatred for children and his belief that parents agreed with him. Our government, in obedience to their overlords, want to turn our children into an army of brainwashed automatons.
It won’t be long before the Internet of Bodies will be the only world they know. And they will be it.
82% of executives surveyed believe a tipping point will occur by 2025 where people will readily accept being integrated with devices. “There will be more than 41 billion active IoT devices, generating 2.5 quintillion bytes of data daily on environment, transportation, geolocation, diet, exercise, biometrics, social interactions, and everyday human lives. This explosion in IoT devices will result in further popularity of IoB devices.”
Keep in mind this is only three and a half years away.
How did the overlords accomplish this?
Through the insidious infiltration of drugs into every aspect of our lives.
We are now one small step away from drugs being pumped through our bodies on a daily basis by outside forces. Once this happens, no one will be able to survive without those drugs flowing through their veins, administered and monitored by implanted devices.
Think about how many drugs, how many synthetic materials, we already put into our bodies, even down to vitamins that we’ve been convinced we need because food isn’t good enough.
Revenue generated from drug production in the United States has more than doubled in the past 10 years. In 2016 alone, the U.S. brought in more than $328.6 billion in prescription drugs sold in retail outlets.
Doctors are paid by drug companies to push drugs on their patients. Researchers and journals are paid by drug companies to find the results the drug companies desire.
“The pharmaceutical company has a paramount stake in a favorable outcome. The [research] grant recipient has a stake in a favorable outcome and the honorarium recipient or consultant has yet another stake in the outcome,” said David Rothman, director of the Center for Medicine as a Profession at Columbia University. “It’s not only my lab. It’s my mortgage.”
Take the case of Dr. Yoav Golan who was paid tens of thousands of dollars by pharmaceutical companies to conduct clinical trials on antibiotics at Tufts Medical Center. They also pay him tens of thousands of dollars a year to give speeches and advice on behalf of their drugs.
This happens all the time.
So tell me, if we are rational beings, why wouldn’t it stand to reason that the same thing happens with these COVID vaccines. After all, not just hundreds of thousands or millions, but billions of dollars are at stake.
Every week, Moderna’s top doctor, Chief Medical Officer Tal Zaks, gets about $1 million richer. That was in October of 2020. Thanks to this pandemic, his riches, along with all the other executives and members of governments across the globe, have risen to unimaginable heights of glory.
Do you think for one moment they would allow the doubts of a mere 80,000 people to end this gold rush?
These vaccines cannot fail.
And we all go along with it. Because over the years we’ve allowed ourselves to be fed and injected with an ever increasing cocktail of drugs.
66 percent of all adults in the United States — use prescription drugs. We take medications for physical ailments. We take medications for mental ailments. We take drugs to enhance physical and mental performance. We take drugs to keep us awake and to put us to sleep. We take drugs to get skinny. We take drugs to get buff. We take drugs to improve our sex lives.
If a new product comes on the market promising something we crave, we take it.
There are nearly 300 mental disorders listed in the DSM-5 (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders). Psychiatrists keep adding to the list. The rise in children being prescribed multiple psychiatric medications is sinister and as far as I am concerned downright evil.
A study led by Chengchen Zhang at the University of Maryland and published in JAMA Pediatrics found that: “The number of US youths treated with psychotropic polypharmacy increased from 101,836 (1999-2004) to 222,955 (2005-2010) to 293,492 (2011-2015),”—an increase of over 180%.”
9.4% of children aged 2-17 years (approximately 6.1 million) have received an ADHD diagnosis. It’s sure to keep rising. Add onto that all the other disorders children are told they have, and the drugs they are prescribed to deal with those disorders.
All of this does not even include illicit drug use.
In 2020, the numbers of drug overdoses have hit an all-time high. Oregon witnessed a 40% “death spike” with 580 fatalities because of illicit chemicals. Use of drugs like Meth increased 37% in a year in Oregon, Cocaine deaths climbed to 57%, Fentanyl deaths contributed to a shocking 92% of deaths, and Heroin reached 9%. Virginia also suffered record highs for drug abuse and fatalities, with 2,035 drug overdoses in 2020, exceeding its record of 1,626 overdoses within a year’s time. Ohio lost 548 individuals to drug abuse in the spring of 2020, increasing in 14 years. Furthermore, the summer months of June and July lost 481 and 442 people in the state.
I just paused from writing this to ask my son how many young people he knows who have died from drug overdoses in the past year. He says at least a dozen.
Drug overdose, depression, obesity, violence, abuse. While Biden lectures parents to get their children vaccinated to “keep them safe,” he cares not one bit about the real pandemic facing our children.
Why? Because he wants them on more drugs, not less. It doesn’t matter how many die. They are the weak ones who deserve it. They are doing their part to usher in a better world--not for them--but for their overlords.
Allow me to introduce you to 6-year-old Sofia Chavez and her 9-year-old brother Nico who are already helping to “make history.” They have been part of Pfizer’s pediatric COVID-19 vaccine trial at Stanford for children ages 5 to 11-years-old.
Here’s what Nico had to say: "You're going to be part of saving the world. I think it's pretty cool to be the first kids under twelve to get the vaccine."
Along with thousands of others, their seemingly intelligent parents submitted them to this experimental vaccine. After all, children are already on so many other medications. What’s one more, especially when it’s for such a great cause.
We are now a society that puts this kind of responsibility on small children--to sacrifice themselves to save adults.
That’s why they are saving adults. Duh!
Never mind that boys are more at risk from Pfizer jab side-effects than than they are from Covid. “Boys are four to six times more likely to be diagnosed with vaccine-related myocarditis than ending up in hospital with Covid over a four-month period.”
See how brave they are? They are superheroes!
Never mind that the “CCP Virus Infection does not affect lung function in children and young adults.” They simply do not get ill from it.
All the more reason for them to take the jab for humanity!
There is no reason to experiment in this way on children. It is a heinous crime
We have no logical reason to entrust the lives of ourselves, let alone our children, to drug companies. Except that, we love our drugs and we are addicted to them. Our children have merely followed our examples.
Where do you think all that opium growing in Afghanistan is going? As of 2021, Afghanistan's harvest produces more than 90% of illicit heroin globally, and more than 95% of the European supply. America is crazy for opium and do not think for one moment that the government really wants to stop the trade coming from across our southern borders. At least not until all of us have been transitioned to the Internet of Bodies.
The venerable German drug company Bayer first made its fortune back in the 1890s by promoting cough syrups and pain remedies containing heroin. Not only for adults, but for children.
Well, you can say, they didn’t realize how bad it was and once they did, they took the heroin out. No. Once they got found out they simply turned it into something else with another name. Like Ritalin. It is basically cocaine for children.
Maybe, just maybe it might behoove us to learn from the past and apply the same logic to children being experimented on with experimental vaccines. Especially when so much money is at stake. Have those who run these companies become any less greedy and dishonest over time? Absolutely not. Rather, they have grown greedier and more adept at marketing these drugs to a population who closes their mind to truth in order to justify taking them.
It was in the 1950s that marketing really took off. From the moment advertising companies realized they could make children want products and insist their parents buy them--or children would explode in temper tantrums--companies began focusing on addicting children in earnest.
Who remembers the “Trix are for kids!” ad? A manic rabbit, surely high on cocaine himself, continuously trying to steal the Trix from kids. What kid, after seeing these ads, would ever again want to eat boring old mushy, brown oatmeal when they could eat psychedelic-colored little balls that are made mostly out of sugar and fake dye?
When they decided to start marketing products for children, directly to children, why didn’t they make healthy products? Why didn’t McDonalds start a company with healthy food?
Why did tobacco companies and soda companies purposely put ingredients into their products that caused addiction, obesity, and mood swings? Why would the FDA approve all these products?
Their goal was never about keeping us healthy. It was about keeping us addicted so that they could become richer and we could become more dependent.
And then, drug companies could create medications to combat the ills caused by the terrible products that they had sold us in the first place. Parents complain about addiction to sugar and fast food. But most don’t stop eating it. For those who do, “organic” products have been created, with heftier prices, keeping the poor eating garbage, which is what our leaders think they deserve.
Those at the top of the food chain have always believed they are better and more deserving than the underclass. They have every right to exploit, manipulate and experiment on us.
Take Sir Francis Galton, a respected British scholar and cousin of Charles Darwin, who, in 1883, first used the term eugenics, meaning “well-born.” Galton believed that the human race could help direct its future by selectively breeding individuals who have “desired” traits. Of course, it stood to reason that it would be the undesirables who would be experimented on, for the benefit of the elite.
In 1924, a brilliant British geneticist and evolutionary theorist named J.B.S. Haldane, wrote a book titled Daedalus, in which he “laid out a method for producing human biological improvement that went far beyond urging high-class people to have more babies and behave well. The method centered on “ectogenesis”—the conception and nurturing of fetuses in glass vessels using gametes selected from a small number of superior men and women. Haldane predicted that the resulting offspring would be “so undoubtedly superior to the average that the advance in each generation in any single respect, from the increased output of first-class music to the decreased convictions for theft, is very startling.”
Surely, madness? Not according to the experts at the time.
Pulitzer Prize winner Herman J. Muller and Herbert Brewer wanted to “save the world” and make it a better place. Hmm, where have I heard that before?
In his 1935 book, Out of the Night, Muller declared that “in the course of a paltry century or two…it would be possible for the majority of the population to become of the innate quality of such men as Lenin, Newton, Leonardo, Pasteur, Beethoven, Omar Khayyám, Pushkin, Sun Yat-sen…or even to possess their varied faculties combined.”
Apparently, thousands of women would eagerly make themselves vessels for the sperm of great men. Muller confidently explained: “How many women, in an enlightened community devoid of superstitious taboos and of sex slavery, would be eager and proud to bear and rear a child of Lenin or of Darwin! Is it not obvious that restraint, rather than compulsion, would be called for?”
Incredibly, these men were taken seriously. Today, they sound insane.
I could go on and on with the insanity of “innovative” scientists who have caused havoc with utopian ideas that completely ignore the sanctity of ordinary citizen’s lives.
Surely, our very own Dr. Fauci is insane by these standards?
Goodness gracious! Fauci would never use the word “eugenics.” But he sure is being implicated in some shady dealings regarding gain-of-function research of bat viruses at China's Wuhan Institute of Virology.
Eugenics might have turned into a bad word, but the oligarchs have never given up on performing it on an increasingly brainwashed public.
If anyone would have told us twenty years ago that governments the world over would convince their populations to accept an experimental mRNA vaccine into their system, for an illness that isn’t serious for 99.9% of the population, we would have all agreed it was an intriguing plot for a science fiction movie. Yet now, we accept it as reasonable.
The “experts” lie about statistics, silencing anyone who questions their narrative, even the creator of the vaccine himself, Robert Malone. A recent The Atlantic article maligned him, claiming “he told Tucker Carlson that the public doesn’t have enough information to decide whether to get vaccinated. He told Glenn Beck that offering incentives for taking vaccines is unethical. He told Del Bigtree, an anti-vaccine activist who opposes common childhood inoculations, that there hadn’t been sufficient research on how the vaccines might affect women’s reproductive systems.”
Call me crazy, but how do any of those things Malone advocated sound unreasonable? Any rational, loving parent who is now being told their small children must take this vaccine should say, irrevocably, NO.
But to even suggest such a thing means you are a bad parent, a bad person, selfish and not caring about the greater good.
Instead, incredibly, we are supposed to blindly submit to having a piece of synthetic mRNA shuttled into our cells and used as a template to create the viral “spike protein”. While the majority of the population takes their next fix, the overlords are getting what they always dreamed of:
If we start tracking our children’s health, then behavior, what influence does this have on freedom of thought and movement? Before they even think of doing something it is anticipated. By the time our children are adults, all personal data, not just related to health, but related to credit scores, whether or not they are religious, if they’ve gone to a therapist, what they ate for dinner and how much they spent, I mean, anything and everything will be tracked and stored.
By the time the IoB is fully unleashed, no part of the human body will escape its interference. They even plan to have our toilets connected to the Internet where they will monitor our waste using BioBot technology to determine what we eat, what drugs we may take, and analyze our genetic material.
Through Nanobiotechnology we can be sure that the cell structures of our children will be reengineered to enable them to communicate with IoB devices. Whereas the God of the Bible spoke life into being, the gods of this world are creating the language of nanobiotechnology that will control each and every one of--not us--but our children and our grandchildren and their offspring to come.
According to an article in News Medical, nanotechnology has “enabled several types of next-generation vaccines” such as the mRNA coronavirus vaccine which are now accepted as this marvelous, almost magical way to save us all.
This will usher in a surveillance state where nothing is private. Those who have identifiable health issues, far from being helped to overcome them, will be pushed aside in favor of those who can contribute to “the master race.”
Propaganda campaigns have convinced younger people that they should be “fluid” in their gender and even be willing to transform themselves into cyborgs. Just look at the Youtube influencers who cater to children who have publicized their transformation from male to female and visa versa, those who have inflicted themselves with so much plastic surgery in order the look like Barbie or Ken. Children dream of being Iron Man, or Spiderman. If they knew they could genetically alter themselves, and be dependent on drugs for the rest of their lives to maintain that altered state, many would eagerly do it. This is the vision of such masterminds as Nick Bostrom, Ray Kurzweil, Zoltan Istvan, and Klaus Schwab.
This is the future envisioned by the overlords:
The future will challenge our understanding of what it means to be human, from both a biological and a social standpoint. Emerging biotechnology agendas promise to improve and augment human lifespans and to enhance physical and mental health. The opportunity for the integration of digital technologies with biological tissues is also growing, and what that portends for the next decades is inspiring a range of emotions, from hope to wonder to fear. Optimists depict a more sustainable world, free from the diseases that we battle today. Pessimists warn of a dystopian future of designer babies and unequal access to the fruits of biotechnology.
Thrum, thrum. Throw a little bit more magic on the fire.
Last weekend I went to meet a good friend in Malibu, by the beach. I don’t like going there, I don’t like crowds of people but she was getting baptized before taking off with her husband and small son, leaving California for a better life in Tennessee. The traffic was terrible, the last throws of freedom of the summer before the dire winter descends. I was late and managed to watch from the clifftop as far below, she was dunked into the water and emerged, giving testimony to a few close friends of her faith.
I hurried down and hugged her and congratulated her. None of the people there were concerned about masks or social distancing. They were among what the upper crust Angelinos would call the deplorables.
After I left the happy group, I headed back up to my car, parked just up Topanga Canyon. I had to wait a long time at the light to cross Pacific Coast Hwy. As I waited, I watched a young man, perhaps in his late twenties, say goodbye to a young woman and then walk toward the corner where I stood. He was carrying a bunch of beers and dropped them. I went to help him pick them up. We started talking by the light.
He told me he had never traveled. He was a poor guy who grew up in Santa Clarita. He was handsome, healthy, with his whole life ahead of him. As we talked, the young woman he’d been saying good-bye to drove past.
“That’s my friend,” he said. Then, “Holy shit, she drives a Tesla? I have to get to know her better.”
And just like that, the opportunism that young people are being taught in cities like Los Angeles, invaded our nice conversation. Just a minute before, she had been his “friend” but now it was obvious he didn’t know her well at all. She drove a Tesla. He would have to get to know her better. Perhaps by exploiting her, he could progress on his journey..to where? Maybe he wanted to be an actor, a script writer. Little did he realize that he was on the dying end of a life of free choices that soon would be no more. Okay, he wasn’t making the best choices, but at least the mistakes he made would be his own. He was just an ordinary young man. He would learn through hard lessons.
But no, he wouldn’t. The economy would shut down again and he would not have those chances he hoped for. If he had children one day, they would be completely plugged in and dependent in ways he hadn’t been. The world as he knew it would never come back. It would fade quickly for him, because he was young enough for that to happen. For us older folk, anything we say as warning will be met with blank stares.
What the hell are you talking about?
I smiled at the young man. The cross walk signaled that we could go and we walked across. We had a nice conversation for a few minutes. He told me of his dreams to travel one day.
I told him how I’d come back from Egypt not long before. Wow, Egypt, he said with yearning.
When I was in college, kids took a year off to “find themselves,” traveling with a backpack. Sometimes terrible things happened of course. It wasn’t all roses. But it was freedom. You didn’t need money, you didn’t need connections. All you needed was the will to do it.
We parted ways.
“Have a nice life,” I told him.
Why did I say that? And then I remembered I had said it once before, a long time ago, when my family was traveling the world so my dad could gain inspiration for his books.
Not long after my family had escaped out of Syria from Egypt into Turkey, right before the 6 Day War, I had an encounter with a boy that I would never forget.
Once in Turkey, it was as if we’d been holding our breath for days and could finally release it. We wound through cool pine forests, past tumbling streams bordered by wild oleander, suddenly opening into high valleys of waving grasslands, mingled with wildflowers, craggy outcrops, and then more mountains and valleys beyond.
As we traveled a lonely mountain road, the setting sun painting the sky in a fiery glow, we came upon a little procession, appearing magically, as if out of nowhere.
Mom clapped her hands in delight. “It looks like a courtship.”
A young woman, dressed in her finest gown, gold coins dangling from her forehead, ears and neck, walked beside a young man, dressed in his finest suit. Both were strolling lazily and chewing on long strings of sweet grass. Behind them, at a discrete distance, rode a woman on a donkey, with a young boy walking beside her.
“No doubt her mother and brother. Chaperones,” said Mom.
We waved as we drove past and they waved back, the young woman sweetly shy, her cheeks rosy, the young man leaning towards her instinctively, possessively. The mother on the donkey slapped her thigh with a switch in merriment and the boy ran after our car, waving his arms and yelling something we couldn’t understand.
I hung out the window, waved and yelled back, “Have a nice life! God bless you!”
He sped up, trying to catch us but couldn’t. Finally he gave up and stopped running. I continued to watch as he grew smaller and smaller and then disappeared entirely as we rounded a corner.
I thought to myself that maybe our paths would cross again someday. Maybe twenty years from now, we’d both be in a restaurant or an airport. Maybe in Tanzania, or Venezuela, or New York. We’d be grown up and we wouldn’t recognize each other. We wouldn’t know that many years before we had waved and laughed and exchanged words we couldn’t understand on a lonely mountain road, the sky on fire above us.
During my recent world travels, I used to sit in airports, in Lima, in Fez, wherever, and think about that. Now, my heart is filled with sadness.
Under what circumstances will my great grandchildren ever meet a boy their age on a winding road in a far off country, the sky on fire with sunset?
Perhaps they will be amongst the privileged traveling to other worlds. Perhaps they will meet some child from another planet. But what will they be by then? Will they be something else. Not human? Will all the sacrifices of the children who have gone before be worth it for creating a “master race?”
Isn’t it the mutts who are smarter and have kinder dispositions? Isn’t it the thoroughbreds with all the problems?
As I write these last words I see this headline: Gottlieb says vaccines could be approved for kids 5-11 by the end of October.
The overlords rub their hands together in glee. Finally. The wood is chopped and stacked around the altar. The children are being marinated, the flames about to be lit. Eagerly, parents line up to offer their children for sacrifice.
Just like Puddleglum, we must stamp out the spell, no matter how badly it burns. We must save our children.