People’s real human rights are being trampled by imaginary, made up human rights. You have the right to refuse medical treatment, but you don’t have the right to be treated by someone in the NHS who is vaccinated.
People who are vaccinated are not prevented from catching or spreading disease.
How many vaccines do you know of that require 3 doses in one year. Think back through history and consider it?
The world is one big science laboratory right now, and it isn’t funny.
This video speaks for itself.
From back in 2019, Bill Gates family planning with African billionaires, he wants to tell Africans not to have “too many” children.
The second richest man on earth doesn’t realise that the poor in Africa are suffering because of billionaire capitalist exploiters like him and his corporation and the other people who oppress the poor, taking land, Or supporting those that do so, greedily taking over resources, not paying tax, dumping good food that could feed people to boost the price in foreign markets, or throwing ford away because it is past its “sell by” date.
Instead of fighting injustice so that the poor can eat, this man wants to tell the exploited not to reproduce. This will be a first step to getting rid of the poor altogether and replacing them with machines or cyborgs I would suggest, after the poor are torn from their land and made to work as wage slaves in cities!
But hey, I know math, instead of telling Africans to reduce their reproduction rates, how about we flip the script and tell Americans and Europeans to stop having as many children instead, seeing as in terms of using the earth’s resources, they use much more than they need and create the waste that is chocking the planet. The excess food and other resources that they then would not be using can be redistributed to Africans. Anyone with me?
Some people are so blind to their ignorance, yet in the eyes of many in this world they are seen as great people. If a blind man leads a blind man they will both fall into a pit!
Here is a link to an article containing more information.
I can’t believe I am writing this! Am I crazy? I’m starting to think Covid-19 is a genetically engineered virus created to destroy black people, that has “gone wrong” killing many people it was not supposed to.
I wouldn’t put it past a type of people who are fuelled by avarice and a lack of respect for human life, because they idolise their own appearance (race) so much, to be behind something like this.
It comes as no surprise at the moment at least, because of the rise of right-wing governments in many parts of the world.
Every day I’m seeing how much some people in society hate black people, stupid shootings over nothing, police brutality, institutions failing us over and over again, there is something ingrained in our societies consciousness that devalues, marginalises and then demonises black – period!
When I look at history, I’ve seen these scientists deliberately inject syphilis into black people and deliver all kinds of diseases, sit back, watch and write their theses. I’ve read books by Eugenicist thinkers that go into some detail to explain how they believe that black people are sub-human.
Maybe this world changing event is just Eugenics taken a step forward. Maybe it’s not “Fear of a black planet”, but “Fear of any black people on the planet”.
I believe Eugenics will backfire, I found this scripture which seems to fit…
“However, these people insult anything they don’t understand; and what they do understand naturally, without thinking, like animals—by these things they are destroyed!” (Jude 10)
The weapons they create to destroy us destroy themselves.
And scripture says “No weapon made will prevail against you.” (Isa 54:17)
So, a message to my believing friends and family.
There are a lot of people who are confused by the anguish in the world. As soon as they see something dramatic, they associate it with God. This is a knee jerk reaction. The key is to remain calm.
Coronavirus is not from God but from man.
Remember this virus outbreak was “foretold” in fictional books (very loosely) by Nostradamus (don’t know the title of that book) and then Dean Koontz “The Eyes of Darkness” (1981) that were both sold for money.
Ask yourself the question. Do God’s people receive notice of His works by paying for it? Is this the way God’s people will receive prophecy? No prophet in the bible charges for their work!
Yahshua (Jesus) said “Freely you have received; freely give.” (Matthew 10:8)
Remember it was Balaam who prophesied against God’s people for money (Numbers chapters 22-24). We also read this about false teachers we need to be aware of:
“They have left the straight way and wandered off to follow the way of Balaam son of Beor, who loved the wages of wickedness.” (2 Peter 2:15)
Notice how slow things have moved since we first heard about Coronavirus (even since it became a “real thing” and not something fictional/or just in China), and how governments are worried about their economies – even to the point of delaying measures to prevent the spread of the virus and source adequate protective equipment to some of the people society depends on to save lives?
We are truly finding out the value of human life to some people.
Where there is loss, there is always profit.
Remember, there are always works done by men controlled by evil. Jannes and Jambres mimicked God’s works and opposed Moses (2 Timothy 3:8).
Please, don’t be deceived by man’s power that either tries to mask itself as the power of God or is wrongly interpreted as such. Do not be afraid:
If you say, “The LORD is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. (Psalm 91:9&10)
“Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea” (Psalm 46:2).
Pay attention to what is going on, but with a strength of faith like this who needs to fear Coronavirus, 5G, Agenda 2030 or whatever is being cooked up by those who are never satisfied with their control, power and wealth?
I was shocked to hear that Africans in China are experiencing racism because of Coronavirus. The epidemic appears to have started in China with Africa not seeing cases for weeks afterwards, yet the Chinese seem to be blaming African’s for the spread of the virus?
Despite Africans being evicted from their homes, denied access to restaurants and hotels and being harassed by police the Chinese Foreign Ministry says there has been no racist treatment of African people. I hate it when something is obvious and people just brazenly dismiss it, the spirit of denial is odious.
We’ve seen Europeans dominate Africa in the past, and they continue to do so today. Now China, Africa’s new “economic ally” is really showing that it’s attitudes toward black people as a race are not too dissimilar from the Europeans.
More evidence of the ongoing black holocaust. Mistreatment of black people at first was shamefully and an obvious festering sore on the conscience of society, now there are more subtle tactics in play.
Courtesy – Mike Adams “The Health Ranger”.
I’ve suffered from Bell’s Palsy in the past, after the doctor who I saw initially missed it, I got referred to the Ear Nose and Throat clinic at St Georges Hospital in London as an outpatient. I made a good recovery within 6 months, and I was discharged a few years later, but was told to let them know if my symptoms re-occurred.
A few weeks ago symptoms which I associated with Bell’s Palsy started to occur, twitching facial muscles, metallic taste on my tounge, watering eyes, and generally poor control over the facial muscles on one side of my face. Both ENT and my doctors were closed on the Saturday I rang them, I’m a Sabbatarian, so I got over that. On the Monday following I called ENT, and after some time I got through, only to be told that I needed to be referred to that clinic again by my doctor. So I phoned my doctors and again, after repeated attempts to get through I was told they had no appointments that day, but they would arrange for the doctor to give me a call back on Thursday.
On Thursday the doctors receptionist called me at 10am asking if I could attend an appointment at 11am, which unfortunately I couldn’t as I was too far away from the surgery to make it on time. So I was advised to call 111 to book an out of hours appointment, which I did. The doctor seemed very agreeable and sincere, but he had the annoying habit of finishing my sentences with words I wasn’t actually going to say! Anyway, he examined me and agreed he could see a definite problem but said he couldn’t refer me as he wasn’t one of the usual doctors. A wasted trip!
Because of that, and knowing I needed to be seen by a practice doctor rather than a locum, I followed up my out of hours visit to my doctors the following day by calling them, but due to some work being done at home by an electrician I couldn’t make the appointment, as it didn’t seem safe or sensible to leave the electrician working in my flat. I followed up again on Monday morning, and after 82 redial attempts I got through and managed to book an appointment for late that evening.
Work over-ran with a long crisis meeting. After doing battle with the numpties on the road who do things like stop when leaving roundabouts and stay in the left hand lane when really they want to turn right, I arrived at the surgery, with just 5 minutes to spare and I had thought I would be late for the appointment or miss it. The doctor examined me and agreed I had an issue, so he wrote me a letter to hand in to A&E and said I should visit A&E striaght away. I got to A&E around 20:30 at the latest…
I was seen by nurse who took my details and read the letter from the doctor. I relaxed in the waiting area before a Brazilian or Portuguese lady on reception called my name – almost, “Anthony Earnest?”, approaching the counter, I said “Ewers, Anthony Ewers”, to which she replied in the most nonchalant lady slap inspiring “Perhaps…” “It is me” I thought, “I know my own name” – I hope. What is it with “perhaps”, why not “I’m sorry Mr Ewers”?
Anyway despite my slight feeling of unease, and knowing that if I started talking to people who seem like the don’t care, and try to convince them they should care, it’s a losing battle, and with the zero tolerance approach the NHS has toward abusing staff, its difficult to know where to draw the line between trying to correct someone and being a patient that is deliberately trying to be awkward. Given that I need their help I smiled obligingly as she continued… “Do you have any allergies?” – and I really wanted to say it … “Oh, only people who mis-pronounce my surname and don’t seem to care or find it of any particular significance whatsoever…” But I held it in, and was duly processed and sent on my way back to the waiting area.
The highlights of my trip to A&E were an Irish man who initially was sat the opposite side of the waiting area from me, who was continually talking to himself and asking people if they were Nazi’s or vampires, unfortunately – the punchline to “How many Nazi’s does it take to change a lightbulb?” were muffled otherwise I would share it with you. When we moved seats in between being called for bloods twice, CT Scan, and X-Ray I ended up sitting slightly closer to him and got the pronounced smell of urine. He seemed like a kind guy though, the chap two seats away from me was shaking like a man gone cold-turkey, and he asked “are you ok, do you want me to get a nurse”, I was thinking I should ask the same, but dare not ask – and it just shows, as oddball as this guy was – he had genuine concern for someone else.
And now I get to what I actually wanted to write in the first place!
For me going to A&E is always a long and laborious mission, the waiting upon waiting, people in pain, people getting bad news, wailing can altogether combined be frustrating and upsetting. When I arrived I thought I would be home by 11pm, but at around 3.45am as my iPhone battery died I found myself sitting on A&E bed waiting to be seen by the Stroke Specialist. The A&E ward was absolutely FREEZING!, everyone commented on how cold it was, even the nurses and doctors. I was wearing a vest, shirt, waistcoat, coat, hat and scarf while I was sitting on the bed waiting, and I was cold, so how the 60 or 70-year-old lady in the bed nearby wearing a hospital gown was coping I do not know.
What I would say is that when the Stroke Specialist came to see me, I was a bit worried that the results of my tests were going to show I had a problem, but she talked with me about my circumstances, gave me a really thorough examination and explained her plan of action to get me the information I needed. It turns out I have Synkinises, and although this bout of it is much later than you would expect in the recovery cycle for a Bell’s Palsy sufferer – 4 years approximately, as opposed to a few weeks to a few months, what I was experiencing, although disconcerting was evidence that my nerves were healing – which was relieving news.
I left the hospital feeling that although the treatment was bloody slow because of all the waiting, in reality, I know those nurses and doctors see people in far greater need than I was, and they do well to prioritise and consider and act on things ranging from those which could be a matter of life and death for some people, through to suffering, and mild discomfort for others. We can’t do without the NHS, and I really think Austerity and these tax dodging bastards are utterly selfish, and they need to be made to play their part in helping society grow in a fair way, instead of just milking it!
My mother was injured accidentally by her carers in October 2016 and has been bedridden ever since, unable to stand even with aids. She needs to be hoisted out of bed onto a wheelchair to get to the shower or to her living room chair, and can’t be left seated for too long unattended as she has poor muscle conditioning in her midriff and can tend to slump forward when seated in a chair.
What surprises me about this situation is the battle my family has faced to firstly get the whole incident that cause her current condition to be investigated fairly and impartially, and also the sheer mammoth effort it is taking to get my mother into hospital for an appointment to look at another issue that has developed since she ended up being unable to stand.
I raised a “safeguarding enquiry” with Suffolk County Council about the injury to my mother, and to my surprise the investigation into what happened wasn’t carried out by the council or an independent authority, but rather by the actual care company that supplied the workers that used some equipment incorrectly. The care company provided an inconclusive outcome for the incident.
As far as the way the council chose to handle the incident, I think we would have liked a more conclusive outcome, and we don’t believe leaving a care agency to scrutinise itself is a stringent enough approach to handling such matters. The outcome of the actual investigation done by the care company was also inconclusive, and doesn’t bring any closure to the incident for my mother.
The deterioration in my mother’s health has highlighted another issue. The doctor visited and referred my mother to the hospital for an appointment. The doctor mentioned that my mother couldn’t walk and would need hospital transport to take not of this when collecting her for her appointment. When hospital transport turned up, late, they said that they could not transport my mother because they didn’t have the right equipment, so she missed her appointment.
On the next occasion I rang the hospital transport service and asked them to pay an inspection visit to my mum’s house to assess the situation, and they fed back saying that my mum’s stair lift was an obstacle which needed to be removed so they could take a “carry chair” up and down the stairs with crew. This meant we missed the second appointment.
I then organised with the help of the Occupational Therapist (after receiving my own hugely inflated quote direct from the stair lift company) to have my mum’s stair lift chair temporarily removed for a reasonable price. We now have the issue where we have to ensure that the clinic my mother will visit at the hospital can accommodate a stretcher and remember to book hospital transport that will be able to safely transport my mother with the carry chair and stretcher (and apparently hospital transport can’t be booked more than 2 weeks in advance).
We received the third appointment letter from the hospital doesn’t even have a contact number, so we have no reliable way of contacting the clinic other than to visit in person ahead of the visit just to verify whether the clinic can house a stretcher.
To be frank I am shocked at the level of complexity and awkwardness such a simple thing like access to healthcare is for my mother, because I am sure she is not the only person in her condition. Are the elderly just left to suffer with no one to help? My mother has been in pain for months now and it seems like we are being made to jump through hoops, when a vulnerable person in need of care just wants to attend a hospital appointment.
Well, lets hope the hospital transport service turns up on time and that there are no more hiccups.
Yes, it’s true, if you are black and born in Missisippi and parts of Ohio.
http://projects.aljazeera.com/2015/12/mississippi-infant-mortality/
It’s a cycle of poverty and need that needs to be broken!
My beatiful niece Leanora, passed away earlier this week. She was just 25 years old. The cause, Neurofibramatosis – but also the failure of several key institutions.
Leanora had regular checkups while she was a child for her condition, but when she left school she wsan’t transitioned into the adult system for checkups around this disease, so from the age of 16-24 the disease progressed unchecked.
Over the past year Leanora lost a lot of weight and had difficulty walking and doing things a 24/25 year old should find easy. Her regular doctor was on meternaity leave and 12 other doctors saw her in the interim, none of them including her regular doctor made the link between Neurofribramatosis and the potential cause of the symptoms she was displaying.
Finally one doctor referred her to The Royal Marsden Hospital, where a biopsy was perfomed. Sadly the prognosis was that Leanora had 6 months to live.
From there on in the medical agencies denied negligence, the benefits agency dragged their heels to award Leanora the benefits she was entitled to, and the council couldn’t seem to find suitable disabled access accommodation to house Leanora to help the situation, as her living conditions were not right for a person in that condition.
It just seems that when you are fighting against the odds in this society, some institions lack empathy, responsiveness, even competence, and in effect this makes the odds even less favourable.
Leanora died barely a week after her 25th birthday. When I visited my sister’s house where Leanora lived, the birthday balloons were still up as we struggled to console one another and come to terms with what has happened.
I will always remember Leanora as being the most affectionate niece I aver had, always kind and helpful, and a person who should have been afforded the chance to grow and develop. Our family will miss her greatly.
It first started with a slight numbness at the back of my head, not really a pain – but just a weird feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Then my ear started to feel a bit odd and I suspected I might have an ear infection, but the following morning I had a sore throat, for which I took some losengers which seemed to spark a toothache! At work that day people said I looked unwell, so I booked an appointment to see my doctor. I had some dental work done not too long before this all started to happen too, so I booked an appointment to see my dentist also.
It was my dentist that I saw first just a day later, and by this time my pain felt deeper than toothache, more like a mild pain in the gum. The dentist examined me and said he could see no problems with the dental work done previously, I was inclined to beleive him as the major dental work was done on the left side of my face (although I had dental work done on the right also) and the problems I was having were on the right.
A little later that day I went to see my doctor, who examined me and said he could not find an infection in my ear. I explained to him that I was having touble opeining my mouth on one side and this was causing me difficulty eating and drinking and also with pronounciation of some words. He noted that my face appeared very slightly swollen on one side, but not tender to the touch and he reluctantly prescribed some antibiotics after I persuaded him that something had to be wrong, although he didn’t beleive there was evidence of any specific ailment at that stage. So I was left wondering what what the cause of this strange condition actually was.
I took a few days off work to rest up because I was feeling quite bad, and especially dizzy in the mornings. I could clearly see now that the right hand side of my face was swollen and the problems I was having with eating, including an impaired sense of taste because of a metallic taste on the affected side of my mouth and my speech was even worse. I had a job interview arranged and really wanted to attend but I didn’t feel too good, and I was definitely not as presentable as I would like to have been. I let the employer know my situation, and they said it was fine for me to come in, and with a few laughs at the sight of me and my pronounciation issues I managed to get through the interview.
I went back to work the next day, and the dizzyness was still there, especially when walking. All through that day the vision in my right eye was blurred, again my colleagues said I didn’t look good, so I decided to get an emergency appointment with my doctor that Friday evening. This time I saw a different doctor who seemed very concerned to the extent that he even checked if I had a stroke. I guess with the visible symptoms it was more easy to discern that something was wrong, and he said I had Bell’s Palsy and a slight ear infection. He prescribed some eardrops and made an emergency referral the St George’s Hospital Ear Nose and Throat Clinic.
Bell’s Palsy is an idiopathic condition and doctors are more often that not unable to determine the cause of it. However, basically the muscle just beneath your ear in your neck gets inflamed and doesn’t pass throhgh the usual signals for movement and as this muscle controls all the movement on one side fo your face you lose movement on the side of your face where the muscle is inflamed.
That weekend I started the course of ear drops and also bought some eye drops over the counter. I went shopping on Sunday after a days rest and was shocked that I felt so dizzy like I could fall over at any moment, and I gently made my way around the store. I think at this moment I got a foretaste of what it will be like when I am a pensioner and slightly infirm and it scared me. Luckily, I went through a checkout with a shop assistant who was very patient with me and gave me time to pack without feeling rushed.
I was back at work now, using my ear and eye drops but finding it difficult throguh a lack of energy and problems with vision in my right eye. The Monday was actually my birthday, and I found out I got the job that I had an interview for the previous week, much to my amazement! I hadn’t heard from St Georges Hospital by the Wednesday of the following week, so I gave them a call to chase the emergency referral from my GP, but unfortunately for me they had received no paperwork. The receptionist was really helpful though, and suggested that I contact my GP and get them to fax the paperwork over becasue it would be processed quicker that way than having it come through the psot. I did this and finally managed to get an appointment to see a consultant on 3rd December, so this is about two weeks after the onset of my symptoms. Ideally treatment of Bell’s Palsy should start within 48 hours after its onset. It’s lucky I chased and pressed my GP for the fax to sent because it wasn’t actually until 20th Decmeber that I received a call from St George’s Hospital in response to the original emergency referral that was sent.
When I went to the ENT clinic, the consultant was very helpful and understanding. My basic symptoms and the second GP’s diagnosis were confirmed and I had to see an audiologist and have my sight checked also. Apparently everything was fine, no sight peroblems, no hearing problems. My appointment took virtually all day, 11.30 till 5.50pm, I had to wait an age between having my sight checked and seeing the consultant. I was pretty surprised at the difficuly there was in getting a parking space, how much it cost to park for a day – £20, and how difficult it was to get out of the hospiral car park. I was told I would have to have an MRI scan by the main consultant who also prescribed a steroid called Prednisolone (to reduce inflamtion) and the eye consultant said I needed to use some special drops as well as tape my eye at night because it weasn’t closing properly.
Once I had the condition confimed by the consultant I let my employer know and exlained in an email regarding the issues I was facing. I still had issues with blurred vision but not so much with tiredess and over the next few weeks the infamation eased. So now I would say 5 weeks after I had developed symptoms there is very little sign of swelling, and I have a lot of movement returned to the right hand side of my face but there is still a clear difference in the amout of movement between the two sides of my face. I sill have issues with my vision going blurry, eyes watering on occasions, and my speech is still a affected at times. The metallic taste seems to come and go, and I still have small issues with drinkling from bottles and cans.
I’ve found Bell’s to be a difficult condition to deal with, it really does affect how you feel and what you are able to do. I felt that intially the diagnosis was slow, and when it was diagnosed by the GP there was another delay before the treatment needed was prescribed. Such a condition isn’t life threatning, but socially it can have a real impact on your confidence and it is phyically very draining. However, from what I’ve read, the fact that I have gained some movement back within a month amkes it looks like I have a good chance of getting back to normal in time. Bell’s Palsy is an illness that does take some time to recover fully from.