High Jinks

Satan is that guy who pisses in the punchbowl when nobody’s watching.

God created the heavens and the earth, and it was very good.

Then Satan squatted and took a dump on it.

The earth is an Eden of heavenly beauty,

Which rivers of urine run through it.

Man ran naked from the God of goodness,

Then jumped into a bed of deception,

Wrapping himself in diabolical sheets to cover his shame.

Then his new lover brought him tasty morsels:

Feces, death and decay, which man forever imbibes,

Slips in, falls, and rolls in like a dog.

Covering himself with its stench,

Loving himself as he does it.

Satan is that guy who cajoles his buddies to piss in the punchbowl.

Partying and having a wild time in this wonderful world.

Epitaph to Living

Today, today I am not a memory; nor are you.

We are flesh and bone today, for yet a while longer!

Smile with a great passion, and devote yourself to this moment, while it lasts.

Though this life is dissipation all around, we must refine it into gold.

The tattered fragments of ennui that make up each day,

Are ours, to distill into a sweet elixir of living.

Life is a headlong tumble into despair,

Were it not for our will to joy!

Will it!

While we still breathe, there is still hope.

Time, is an enervating solution, which decays the objects of our affection;

Yet, this moment also carries the potential for reinvigoration.

The building blocks of a joyful tomorrow are all around us;

Get to work and build!

Because tomorrow,

You, or I, may no longer be;

Or, we may both be gone altogether.

Then, only memories.

Eventually…

Forgotten completely.

The Fragile Beauty of Relationship

What is lost when someone we love dies? What is retained? And what is transformed? The subject of our love is now gone; and we are no longer the same, we are no longer ourselves in the same way that we had existed before, in the time when we were with the one that we love. That unique way in which we existed with them dies along with them. Memories remain; and hopes for the future—that we may exist with them again in another place. We can remember them; but this is not the same thing as being with them. We can imagine where they are now, in that other place, and speak to them in prayers; but this is different from when we shared time and space with the one we love.

When we are honest and true, relationship blossoms. Honesty opens the doors to our inner worlds where we can meet—you and I—and discover ourselves together. Without honesty there can be no relationship; dishonesty is a closed door. Relationship is a treasure therefore, a fragile and beautiful thing that depends upon truth. We are fortunate when we find and will allow a real relationship to develop, one that can plumb the depths of our beings and nourish our souls. What then happens to our relationship when one of us dies? I want to say it is merely transformed; I think this is certainly true in some sense. Because we still think of the one who has died, we still act on their behalf, wanting the best for them, and we still speak to them in prayer, we still relate towards them. However, they do not relate back towards us. So, in a very tangible sense death also kills our relationship. It is the third tragedy of death—the one we love has died, a significant and meaningful part of ourselves has died with them, and our relationship together has also died.

Relationships orient us in this world; death disorients us by bringing a sudden end to our relationship. We cannot keep what has been taken from us, as the threads that make up the fabric of our lives are cut and pulled apart, strand by strand. With the passage of time the old threads are removed, old relationships are no more, and are replaced with new ones. Truth, honesty and love weaves us into a new fabric daily, if we are willing. And we can become reoriented again. Certainly this is a blessing—new relationships. But the loss of the old ones is a curse. Honestly, I hate death, with every fiber of my being. And I have no power against it. In the next life I will better understand—this is promised us—but in this life I understand nearly nothing. It takes so much time and effort, love and honesty, to create a good relationship, sometimes it takes a lifetime, and in every case the relationship ends in death and destruction; this is such a waste. So much joy, so much meaning, so much love, all crumbling to dust in the end.

Rocco

I miss my dog. He died on September 21, 2023 at roughly 4:45 am. I think he may have been the best dog ever; he certainly merits consideration. I know there have been many other great dogs over the years, so it is a lot to claim that Rocco is the best of them all. Nevertheless, I’m going to humbly make that claim. Not to diminish the exceptionalism of anyone else’s dog, do I make this claim. I only do it because my love for him won’t allow me to imagine that any other dog could possibly be so special, as he was to me; or that they could be so uniquely wonderful, in all of the myriad ways that Rocco was, for me, over these past, nearly eleven years.

“I know every hair upon your head,” God tells us in scripture. We are that important to Him that he knows every detail about us. I understand that. Rocco has white hairs that grow across the bridge of his nose and then cascade over the upper ridge of his nose and then lay flat just above his nostrils. After grooming, these hairs are trimmed away, but they always return, and I enjoy examining them as he sleeps in my arms or in my lap. And he actually has eye lashes, long black ones which curl up and down from his eyelids and encircle his wide, round, deep brown eyes. Unfortunately, since the time he was a puppy, he has had a problem with inadequate tear production so that his eyes created goop at an alarming rate, which if not cleaned daily, and often twice daily, it would accumulate on the hairs around his eyes and would dry into globs like super-glue, that became nearly impossible to remove, which could eventually begin to seal his eyes closed. So for eight years or so, we cleaned his eyes every morning and every evening, wiping the hairs clean of this goop to keep his eyes clean. In later years the vet prescribed cyclosporine drops which we gave to Rocco twice a day, and this nearly solved this problem. But Rocco was also very prone to getting ear infections so we also had to clean out his ears every day or every other day. The vet gave us all sorts of different ear drops over the years and several kinds of ear cleaner, and medications for the infections, but eventually we landed on a daily regime of witch-hazel applied to a cotton ball and rubbed throughout his ear to clean the wax from the hairs which thickly covered the opening to his inner ear. It was a source of pride when I could remove all of that wax and return his ear hairs to their clean, black and shiny glory. I would place him then on the floor and he’d shake his head violently for a moment, or possibly run to the rug and rub one side of his head across the rug and then turn and rub the other, and then run back to me and ask to be picked up and held again, or ask me for a treat.

His hair grew very quickly so we had a monthly visit to our groomer, so that the hairs around his eyes could be kept short to help us with his eye-goop issues and his ear infection problem. This was also the time to trim his paw hairs shorter, since they would grow thickly from between the pads of his paws and erupt out and over the pads, covering them so that he would lose traction, then slip and slide across the floor when he ran. Even so, these thick white mats of beautiful hair which grew from his paws were satisfying to comb and to massage. He enjoyed having the pads of his paws rubbed and to run our fingers in-between these pads to massage the deep creases between them. His infections were not confined to his eyes and ears, but he had them throughout his skin as well—in the hot, moist creases of his body especially, such as between his paw pads or on his belly where his hind legs began. These places he loved to have massaged and itched for him, since he was so small and his legs were so short he couldn’t reach any of these places on his own.

Rocco was good at asking for what he needed or wanted. After we learned how much he enjoyed having his inner legs rubbed, he learned to walk up to me, sit down and simply extend his leg to the side until I would come down to the floor and begin to rub it for him. Anytime of the day or night this could happen. Often, at midnight or in the early hours of the morning I could feel him stir from the spot on our bed where he slept, just to the right of my feet and then feel him walk up alongside me and then with his front paw tap me on my side, or on my leg, or if I ignored him when he did that, he would walk all the way up to my face and begin politely tapping my cheek. Once he got my attention he would then extend his leg to the side so that I could rub it for him. It really didn’t matter to him that it was two in the morning. And it really didn’t matter to me either. I found it amusing and I loved helping him. This became an understanding between the two of us. He asked and I complied.

Years ago Rocco also discovered that he preferred to drink his water from my glass. For this he asks me with a subtle movement of his eyes; a quick glance at my water glass and then back to me. I found this highly amusing when he first tried it, and I put my glass on the ground in front of him and he shoved his tiny head down into the opening and began to drink. From that time forward he has refined his method of request and has trained me to know when he wants a drink, without even needing to look at my glass much of the time. I’m not certain how I know, but there is something in the way he approaches me that I understand is a desire to drink from my glass. So I give it to him and he drinks contentedly. Again, this may happen any time of the day or night. Three in the morning is oftentimes when he’ll stir from his place to the right of my feet, walk up the length of the bed, and tap me on the shoulder, whereby, even in the dark I can sense that he is looking at my glass on the bedside table. I place it before him and hold it at an angle so he can reach his head far inside to get to the water at the bottom. When he’s finished he pulls his head out, and dribbles drops onto my arm from the hair around his mouth, and then he walks back down to the foot of the bed and returns to sleep. I get up and pour a new glass of water for myself.

I have never known another animal that took so much interest in keeping me clean as Rocco did. He could spend up to twenty minutes, if I let him, licking my forehead, my scalp, around my ears, across the bridge of my nose, over my eyelids and down both cheeks; and he did his work with determination and focused intent. What prompted this, is anyone’s guess. But in his characteristic manner, he would run up to me and stare at what he wanted; not at my water glass, or my food, but just slightly above and to the right of my eyes, he simply looked at my forehead to tell me to lay down so he could begin a cleaning. He began on one side or the other and worked his way around me, up and over to the other side, jumping onto my chest to enable his little body and his busy tongue to reach the peak of my nose. It was a funny little ritual that wasn’t always timely, but I never wanted to deny him because he took it so seriously and he applied himself to his task with such gusto. I miss this now a great deal. All of the peculiarities which made Rocco the particular little dog that he was, are the things which I most miss now, and which form the greatest loss for me since his passing.

Maybe it is an indictment of my emotional state that I’ve never loved anyone like I have my dog Rocco; but in my defense, nobody has ever needed me as completely as he did. Perhaps that is why; and not that I prefer dogs to people. Vulnerability, need and trust are ingredients that can unlock the heart and call it to action, causing one to love more fully and devotedly, regardless of the object, whether it is human or other. When Rocco was a puppy he was tiny and could fit in the palm of my hand; and even full grow as an adult he was small and often needed assistance. We folded a large towel at the step leading from the garage up into the laundry room so he could climb the step on his own. We placed three of the sofa cushions on the floor, placed against each other as steps, so he could walk up onto the couch by himself. Every night when it was time for bed I came downstairs and picked him up and brought him up to bed with us; and every morning I roused him from his spot near my feet, and after rubbing his chest as he rolled from side to side, snoring and making tiny contented sounds, I picked him up into my arms and carried him back downstairs for breakfast. Ten years of this, every night, every morning.

Rocco was independent and brave but also found strength in our presence. He was always an explorer, roaming and discovering things, and typically barked with his hoarse, raspy voice at the neighbor dogs to protect our home. But for all his bravery he felt safest when he was close to my side, or even better, in my arms. Fritz, his brother always ran on ahead when we went on walks at the beach or through the neighborhood, but Rocco preferred to be close beside me, never venturing too far before returning to my side again. And after brief interactions with other dogs he had enough, and always came to me and looked up at me with his dark saucer eyes, to ask to be picked up. His favorite perch with his front paws over my left forearm, and his back legs and bottom cradled by my right hand. He could sit like that for hours if allowed, and if I could tolerate holding him for that long.

He loved to eat; he wasn’t particular, but he had many favorites and special things that we fed him. One of the many nicknames we had for him was ‘Hoover’ because he was just like a vacuum as he patrolled all of the baseboards searching for crumbs. He and his brother had sardine juice and sardines broken up over their dry-food every day, for the nutrition and to help with their teeth. They got a dental chew toothbrush each afternoon at roughly 3pm. One of the words he most loved was, “toothbrush”, he came running every time for that. And I sang, ‘toothbrush time is here, happiness and cheer’. Also a favorite of his were green beans, which we kept in the fridge for his treats, as well as blueberries, and pumpkin puree to help with his digestion. He could eat spaghetti like a professional, he sucked it down with a slurping sound and his tiny jaws pumped up and down as he inhaled strand after strand, so quickly it almost seemed impossible. He loved kale, cabbage, carrots, corn, bok choy, and beets, among any kind of meat, of course. He also ingested wood chips and pea gravel on a regular basis; though I became proficient at pulling these out of his mouth before he could swallow.

I feel guilty that I let Rocco die. I know I’m not God, and I have no ultimate control over life and death, but my feeling is not rational, it is purely emotional. I spent almost eleven years trying to keep him happy and safe, devoting myself to his well-being, and in the end the greatest danger of all finally took him. Not that I could protect him from that danger, but because death is the greatest danger, I felt most responsible to save him from it. Doesn’t it make sense that once the primary threat to his existence is recognized, death, then it becomes incumbent upon me to do everything I possibly can to guard him against it? No other danger compares, therefore it is the one I’m most responsible to fight. Certainly in the case of death this is impossible, and ridiculous, but knowing that fact doesn’t make it any easier. I simply do feel like I let him down in the worst way. In my mind’s eye I see his trusting eyes looking up at me, trusting in me explicitly, having no doubt that I will do anything for him, that he is safe with me. And yet, he began to have uncontrollable muscle convulsions and tremors throughout his tiny body, and he began to go blind. All of this happened extremely quickly, over the course of just a couple of weeks. He began to fall off of the bed at night because he couldn’t control his body. I placed pillows all around the base of our bed to soften his landing. The final days of his life I didn’t sleep; for seventy-two hours. I’ve never gone that long without sleep. Holding him in my arms always. And propping up his back legs in my hands, as he tried to drink water, or eat from his dish, or as he went potty. I am trying to convince myself that I did everything I could—perhaps I did—but still, when I think how much he trusted me and how much I wanted him to live, it just ends up in my mind as a failure. We tried various drugs, we tried a natural cooked diet that last month. I prayed, and prayed I wouldn’t have to make a decision to take him to the vet for his final journey. I didn’t want to make that decision; I just wanted it to be natural. But in the end he lost control of everything, he convulsed, he couldn’t stand, he crawled and relieve himself on the floor, and I could do nothing for him. Early in the morning, at the emergency vet we tried a few more things to help ease his pain and struggle, but with no effect. It was likely merciful to let him go. I don’t know. I’m just sorry I had to make a decision, and it seemed the only possible one left to make.

Little Rocco left this world on September 21, early in the morning, before sunrise. I drove his little body home, my hand on his belly, still warm, still soft and supple, still cute and pink beneath his white hair. And I took him to the kitchen sink for his final bath. He really didn’t like baths, but we gave them to him every week, sometimes more often, to help with his skin infections. This time he didn’t complain, he didn’t struggle to get out of the sink. I bathed his body and then dried him on the counter, with one of his favorite towels, and I brushed him, every hair in just the right place. And I placed him on a clean white towel, brand new and never used. I stretched him out in his favorite sleeping position: his front paws stretched forward and his head cradled between them, with his chin propped up on a little brown squeaky toy—he always liked to sleep with his head propped up on something—and with his back legs stretched out behind him, his paws facing upward, the tiny black pads framed by soft, silky white hair, and his tail laying peacefully between his legs. I brushed him and pet him, enjoying how soft he still felt. He was still warm, just a little, but becoming cold now too. I wrapped him in the towel and tucked him in for his final rest.

We buried Rocco in the backyard. I dug a hole deep beneath a weeping cherry tree, in the midst of several sword ferns. Patty planted an evergreen huckleberry near his head, and we placed two planters over him and filled them with chrysanthemums. I look out my back window every night and every morning and say a little prayer for him; I talk a bit with him, calling him one of his many names: ‘mister funny-bones’, or ‘mister muffin’, ‘black and whitey’, and ‘Rocco choco-milkman’. We have so many names for him, he needed all of them, each name expressing something true about him, or something about how we felt towards him. There aren’t enough names, probably, to express everything I feel about him. There aren’t enough words to express it, not really. I hope I don’t forget everything I know and feel about Rocco; though I hope I do forget, lest it be too sad to live without him. I need to remember; and I need to forget. But I hope I don’t forget. I love that dog so much.

Change of Format

I am happy to announce that beginning sometime later this year I will no longer be posting my writings via email and through my blog site. Instead, I will begin sharing entirely through a print-only publication, that I will either hand-deliver or mail to you, depending upon your location and proximity to me.

For anyone still interested in receiving things that I’ve written or that I am thinking about, please email me (to this secure email address: kingstonpacific@gmail.com) your physical address or post-office box, so that I may add you to my mailing list for future publications. I expect this will be a quarterly or semi-annual mailing.

Looking forward to meeting you again in an analog world filled with sunshine and real life!

 🙂

~Francis

Media-Free in 2023.

Tech & Media No More in 2024.

Living Simple, Quiet Lives in 2025.

May the truth that you follow, bring you abiding peace. 

May the love that you profess, heal you of every disease.

Student Athlete in Need

Another beautiful person damaged by these so-called vaccines. Help us get these things shelved permanently, and get help for people who have been hurt by them.

Sutton Hohensee, 16 yrs old

First Dose of Pfizer on 06/2021

Second Dose of Pfizer in 07/2021

Booster Dose of Pfizer in 01/2022 Lot #330258D

Texas

16 yrs old

Q: What was your life like before you got the vaccine?

Honors high school student and varsity tennis player.

Q: Would you like to share your reason(s) for getting the vaccine?

I was thinking of others.

Q: What was your reaction, symptoms, & timeline?

January 2, 2022, I received the Pfizer booster. Didn’t think anything of it, because I received 2 shots in June, July ‘21 and had no side effects except a sore arm.

January 5, ‘22, I began to have a sore throat and thought I might be getting strep. I went and got strep, flu and COVID tested, and they were all negative, but my symptoms kept getting worse.

Monday, January 10, I went to school not feeling well. On the tennis courts was when my body shut down. I was served a ball and in a second, my body wouldn’t “go”. I had a sharp pain in my chest, and my breathing changed. I took my rescue inhaler, thinking it might be my exercise-induced asthma, and finished my match. By the end of the match, I was hyperventilating, had a sharp chest pain and my vision was blurry. My parents came and picked me up, got me home and from there my symptoms spiraled. I was checked for myocarditis and labs were drawn. My Dr. dismissed my symptoms and sent me home. I never went back to school, and new symptoms kept coming. The head pain became unbearable, orthostatic hypotension made my body want to pass out constantly. On January 23, I woke up and could not hold my head up. My mom took me me Texas Children’s. I was admitted under the care of a neurologist. MRI, lumbar puncture, migraine cocktail, labs, 8 rounds of DHE thinking I had a migraine, seeing the eye Dr. in the hospital, possibly getting a blood patch thinking I had a CFS leak. I just wanted to go home, and I did. I left Texas Children’s just the way I went in, nothing changed.

Since then, I have seen 23 different Drs., every MD you can imagine, had numerous blood draws, nerve blocks, myelogram, a second MRI with and without contrast, ketamine. I am refractory to all medications, the list is long, that I have tried for head pain and brain fog. I do have one I take to keep my blood pressure and heart rate under control. I have worked with a virologist and my local Dr., in hopes of some symptom improvement with specialized medication, but nothing has changed. Not one symptom, some are even worse. I am currently in the process of getting approved for IVIG. I have labs showing elevated auto antigens, high VEGF and SCD40L.

I never went back to school after January 10. I finished and graduated with online courses Dec. ‘22. College and work are both on hold. My symptom list is lengthy…chronic, all day 10/10 head pain and it gets worse with any stimulation, awful brain fog, I’m not even sure I can attend college class, malaise, I’m tired before I even get out of bed, orthostatic hypotension, bradycardia, tachycardia, tinnitus, blurriness/my vision cuts out often, dizziness, body temp dis-regulation, vasodilatation, GI issues, neuropathy in hands and feet, my breathing has never been the same since my episode on the tennis court.

I’m not sure what the future holds, my mom is my biggest advocate always researching what’s next, talking to Drs., taking me to appointments. I stay positive, knowing this is happening to me for a greater cause. I want to encourage and help other people through this…you are not alone. Stay strong!

Q: Tell us about any tests, diagnoses, and/or Medical Care received:

Refractory to all migraine medications, also medications to help brain fog, lumbar puncture, 2 different MRIs with and without contrast, myelogram, ketamine infusions for pain, occipital, ganglion and nose nerve blocks, vestibular physical therapy, labs ran by neurologist, oncologist, rheumatologist, endocrinologist, immunologist, cardiologist. All labs come back “normal”. Cytokine labs by virologist, Cunningham panel auto antigen test. I have also tried acupuncture and seen a chiropractor.

Neurologist has my diagnosis as chronic, daily persistent head pain (undiagnosed type) Dysautonomia/POTS, autonomic nervous system disorder, orthostatic hypotension.

Q: Where has your reaction been reported, and what was the response?

CICP, and VAERS no response.

Local Dr., neurologist, urologist, immunologist ongoing patient appointments.

Q: Have you had Covid before?

I had COVID for the first time Feb. ‘23. It was a mild case.

Q: What do you wish others knew?

Vaccine injury is real, be a voice, keep talking about it and searching for answers. Healthcare has not even scratched the surface of how to help us. Keep putting your symptoms in front of them, and eventually there will be research and treatment.

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Our Food is Precious & Needs Defending

This article is hard to swallow. For many of us, our desires are simple, we don’t need great wealth, nor lots of stuff, nor things to impress the neighbors. We simply need clean water to drink, unadulterated vegetables, fruits and meats, and the freedom to seek and have relationship with our God. These simplest things are under attack. Let food be our medicine; but how can we, if it has been genetically manipulated by psychopaths?:

Are Foods Being Turned Into Bioweapons?

Just as medicine is being hijacked by the biotech industry, so is our food supply. President Biden recently signed an executive order that makes biotechnology a key focus of every federal agency, including the U.S. Department of Agriculture.

By 

Dr. Joseph Mercola

Story at a glance:

  • Dr. Peter Lurie, president of the Center for Science in the Public Interest (CSPI), and Beth Ellikidis, vice president of agriculture and environment at the Biotechnology Innovation Organization (BIO), argue for the genetic engineering of food. Both are connected to Bill Gates and other Great Resetters that are pushing to replace all-natural foods with patentable, genetically modified foods.
  • BIO, the world’s largest GMO (genetically modified organism) trade organization, represents more than 1,000 pesticide, pharmaceutical, and biotech companies in more than 30 countries. BIO claims genetic engineering is the solution to heal, fuel and feed the world, and to that end, it lobbies 15 different policy areas, including food, agriculture, and healthcare policy.
  • In 2004, BIO launched BIO Ventures for Global Health (BVGH), a nonprofit organization that “develops and manages programs across the for-profit and non-profit sectors to accelerate research and development for poverty-related diseases.” BVGH was launched with a $1 million start-up grant from the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation.
  • In 2018, the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation spun off a nonprofit subsidiary to the foundation called the Bill & Melinda Gates Medical Research Institute (Gates MRI), which develops biotechnologies to address health problems in poor countries.
  • BIO is partnered with the U.S. Department of Defense (DOD), and the DOD specifically funds and provides technology transfers for the diseases that Gates MRI and BVGH are focused on: malaria, tuberculosis and Ebola.

In an April 17, opinion piece in STAT News, Dr. Peter Lurie and Beth Ellikidis argue for the genetic engineering of food, claiming “newer technologies can make highly targeted changes at the base-pair level — one specific rung on the DNA ladder — enhancing precision and reducing the likelihood of ‘off-target effects’ in which the base pairs are unintentionally added to or deleted from the genome.”

While targeted genetic engineering is indeed possible, and modern technology lowers the likelihood of unintentional additions or deletions, this precision does not guarantee there won’t be adverse effects.

One of the reasons for this is that many genes are multifunctional and can have multiple downstream effects.

By altering a single gene, you can inadvertently affect the expression of hundreds of others. What’s more, the multifunctionality of genes is rarely intuitive.

So, while it may seem convenient to genetically engineer cows without horns to prevent injury to other cows and farmhands, as suggested by Lurie and Ellikidis, there’s no telling what that tweak might do to internal organs or biological pathways.

In turn, there’s no guarantee that cascading effects will not alter the nutrition of the meat or dairy that comes from that cow. Maybe it’ll be fine, maybe it won’t. The problem is that, oftentimes with genetically engineered foods, safety testing is minimal or absent.

Who do Lurie and Ellikidis answer to?

When assessing the trustworthiness of people, it can be worthwhile to look at their funding and various partnerships.

In the case of Lurie and Ellikidis, both are in league with Bill Gates and other “great resetters” that are pushing to replace all-natural foods with patentable, genetically modified foods.

Lurie — a former U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) associate commissioner — is the president of the Center for Science in the Public Interest. In the summer of 2020, Lurie launched a comprehensive campaign to put Mercola.com out of business by sending the FDA and the Federal Trade Commission after us based on bogus charges.

CSPI is funded by the Rockefeller Foundation, the Rockefeller Family Fund, Bloomberg Philanthropies and other billionaire-owned foundations. It’s also partnered with the Cornell Alliance for Science, a “global communications initiative” whose primary funding comes from the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation.

Greg Jaffe, who heads up CSPI’s Biotechnology Project, is also the associate director of legal affairs at Alliance for Science.

Considering those ties, the CSPI’s long history of promoting industry science and propaganda is not surprising in the least. They supported artificial sweeteners, trans fats, GMOs, fake meat and the low-fat myth. They’ve also actively undermined transparency in labeling efforts.

Ellikidis, meanwhile, is the vice president of agriculture and environment at the BIO. She’s leading the “policy and market access strategies for BIO’s Agriculture and Environment section, which includes member companies developing and producing breakthrough technologies in food and agriculture.”

BIO, the world’s largest GMO trade organization, represents more than 1,000 pesticide, pharmaceutical and biotech companies in more than 30 countries, as well as industry groups, academic institutions, state biotechnology centers and other related organizations.

According to BIO, genetic engineering is the solution to heal, fuel and feed the world. To that end, it has lobbying committees dedicated to influencing 15 different policy areas, including food, agriculture, healthcare policy, technology transfer and finance.

According to Open Secrets, BIO spent $13,250,000 on “pharmaceutical and health products” lobbying in 2022. For reference, only Pfizer and the lobbying group Pharmaceutical Research and Manufacturers of America spent more.

How Gates sets himself up for success

In 2004, BIO launched BVGH, a nonprofit organization that “strategically develops and manages programs across the for-profit and non-profit sectors to accelerate research and development (R&D) for poverty-related diseases.”

BVGH was launched with a $1 million start-up grant from the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation.

In 2005, the BVGH received another $5.4 million to expand the biotech industry’s role in the fight against neglected diseases. The Rockefeller Foundation is also funding the group.

Fast-forward to 2018, and the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation spun off a nonprofit subsidiary to the foundation called Gates MRI.

Gates MRI, funded with a $273 million, four-year grant from the Gates Foundation, is focused on developing biotechnologies to address health problems in poor countries.

It’s a convenient setup to say the least.

On the one hand, Gates is funding the R&D of biotech products through Gates MRI, and on the other, he’s funding the acceleration, coordination and management of private-public biotech programs through BVGH.

One key area where the BVGH is being inserted to manage private-public programs is the “Cancer Moonshot” program, launched in 2016 by then-Vice President Joe Biden.

Biden “reignited” and highlighted the program in 2022.

As reported in a White House fact sheet:

“Working with African Access Initiative (AAI) partners, BIO Ventures for Global Health (BVGH) will implement cancer research projects that are determined and led by African oncologists and conducted in collaboration with U.S. cancer experts.

“Through its African Consortium for Cancer Clinical Trials (AC3T) program, BVGH will facilitate five research projects, build capacity to conduct rigorous clinical research at 50 African sites, promote African primary investigator’s research interests on the AC3T platform, and coordinate the implementation of observational clinical studies.

“In addition to building AC3T sites’ research capacity, BVGH will map the regulatory pathway in five AAI countries. All clinical studies involving cancer drugs will include development of market access pathways by BVGH.”

Gates MRI, in turn, intends to “apply new understanding of the human immune system learned from cancer research to prevent infectious disease.”

Conveniently, he’s got the inside track to all of that through the BVGH.

Biowarfare partners

As it so happens, BIO is also partnered with the DOD, and the DOD specifically funds and provides technology transfers for the diseases that Gates MRI and BVGH are focused on: malaria, tuberculosis and Ebola.

Not surprisingly, the DOD is also seeking to develop and adopt more mRNA-based therapeutics against other emerging biological threats — products that can be manufactured and deployed quickly.

One of the obvious hazards of public-private partnerships becoming more and more intertwined, as we see now, is that the government becomes less and less inclined to ensure the safety of these co-developed, co-owned products.

In a June 2022 BIO webinar, Ian Watson, deputy assistant secretary of defense for chemical and biological defense, specified that the agency will “safeguard” its industrial partners from various threats, including “foreign economic aggression and inherent marketplace vulnerability that are specific to biotechnology and biopharmaceuticals.”

Does “market vulnerability” also include legal action by people injured by biopharmaceuticals that have been brought to market at warp speed?

Judging by what we’ve seen during the COVID-19 pandemic, it sure seems the U.S. government is doing everything it can to hide and suppress evidence of harm, so why would we expect any different in the future?

Are foods being turned into bioweapons?

Getting back to the issue of food, just as medicine is being hijacked by the biotech industry, so is our food supply. Indeed, President Biden recently signed an executive order that makes biotechnology a key focus of every federal agency, including the U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA).

The transhumanist agenda is clear for everyone to see, and it’s being pushed on us from every angle, through food, medicine and national security.

It recently came to light that the swine industry in the U.S. and Canada has been using customizable mRNA “vaccines” on herds since 2018, and to this day, there’s no research to prove the meat is safe for consumption in the long term and won’t affect the genetics of those who eat it.

Based on our experiences with the mRNA COVID-19 shots, which more and more experts are starting to refer to as bioweapons, it’s not farfetched to wonder whether the use of mRNA in livestock might be a form of biowarfare against the public as well, this time through the food supply.

As reported by Dr. Peter McCullough, Chinese researchers have demonstrated that food can indeed be turned into a vaccine (or a bioweapon, depending on the antigen):

“The nation’s food supply can be manipulated by public health agencies to influence population outcomes … Now an oral route of administration is being considered specifically for COVID-19 vaccination using mRNA in cow’s milk.

“Zhang and colleagues have demonstrated that a shortened mRNA code of 675 base pairs could be loaded into phospholipid packets called exosomes derived from milk and then using that same milk, be fed to mice.

“The mice gastrointestinal tract absorbed the exosomes and the mRNA must have made it into the bloodstream and lymphatic tissue because antibodies were produced in fed mice against SARS-CoV-2 Spike protein (receptor binding domain) …

“Given the damage mRNA vaccines have generated in terms of injuries, disabilities, and deaths, these data raise considerable ethical issues. The COVID States project has shown that 25% of Americans were successful in remaining unvaccinated. This group would have strong objections to mRNA in the food supply, particularly if it was done surreptitiously or with minimal labelling/warnings …

“These observations lead me to conclude that mRNA technology has just entered a whole new, much darker phase of development. Expect more research on and resistance to mRNA in our food supply. The Chinese have just taken the first of what will probably be many more dangerous steps for the world.”

Say no to mRNA in your food

Moving forward, it’s going to be extremely important to stay on top of what’s happening to our food supply. Many of us were surprised to realize mRNA shots have been used in swine for several years already.

Soon, cattle may get these customizable mRNA shots as well, which could affect both beef and dairy products.

For now, I strongly recommend avoiding pork products. In addition to the uncertainty surrounding these untested mRNA “vaccines,” pork is also very high in linoleic acid, a harmful omega-6 fat that drives chronic disease.

Hopefully, cattle ranchers will realize the danger this mRNA platform poses to their bottom line and reject it. If they don’t, finding beef and dairy that has not been “gene therapied” could become quite the challenge.

Ultimately, if we want to be free, and if we want food safety and food security, we must focus our efforts on building a decentralized system that connects communities with farmers who grow real food in sustainable ways and distribute that food locally.

Legislative efforts are also needed. Bills that would be helpful in steering us in the right direction include the following:

  • The Processing Revival and Intrastate Meat Exemption (PRIME) Act — This bill was introduced in 2017 and hasn’t moved since its introduction in the House. The PRIME Act would allow farmers to sell meat processed at smaller slaughtering facilities and allow states to set their own meat processing standards.

Because small slaughterhouses do not have an inspector on staff — a requirement that only large facilities can easily fulfill — they’re banned from selling their meat. The PRIME Act would lift this regulation without sacrificing safety, as random USDA inspections could still occur.

  • The Interstate Milk Freedom Act of 2021 — This bill was introduced at the end of July 2021 as an amendment to the 2018 Farm Bill.
  • Missouri House Bill 1169, which would require labeling of products, including food, that might “impact, alter or introduce genetic material or a genetic change” into the consumer.

Originally published by Mercola.

~FS

Tread Cautiously

We all want to believe our doctors; what other choice do we have? And we need hope. But we also need truth and honesty. And the truth is that our doctors lied to us, and the whole medical establishment that we want to trust is corrupted, and now preys upon our misfortunes, and profits from them.

Pray for this man, injured by the mRNA vaccines, and for his family who trusted our medical ‘experts’ and are now paying a heavy price for that misplaced trust.

My thought is, go to a naturopathic doctor instead, if at all possible, and avoid hospitals and conventional pharmaceutical interventions that are likely to cause you more injury and more problems than you went in with. Let food be your medicine. And when needed, turn to herbal and traditional time-tested remedies. They may not work, but they also might; and they likely won’t create new problems for you.

Pete Muratore

First Dose of Pfizer on 02/26/2021

Second Dose of Pfizer on 03/19/2021

Long Island, New York

47 yrs old

Told with the help of his wife Kari Maratore

Q: What was your life like before you got the vaccine?

Battled cancer in 2018/19, made a full recovery, and continued to be an independent mobile, active father of two young energetic boys, very positive person and always willing to help anyone in need. Loved to cook, play sports with my children and travel for their hockey and lacrosse games.

Q: Would you like to share your reason(s) for getting the vaccine?

According to doctors, Pete was high risk and needed to be vaccinated!

Q: What was your reaction, symptoms, & timeline?

This is Pete’s story. On February 26, 2021, we never realized that this was the end of life as we knew it. Pete received his first Pfizer vaccination on this date with a follow up on March 19, 2021. Now, I am not going to lie and tell you, Pete was a “healthy” man. He had battled cancer previously, and he was overweight, but other than that he was a healthy individual. He was an independent mobile, active father. Pete would wake up early every morning, jump out of bed, make the kids breakfast, go to work, put in a full day, come home, make dinner, and drive the kids to their various sporting events. This all began to change after his vaccination.

In April, Pete’s foot began to swell. He went to numerous doctors and was told its probably gout. Come to find out, it was not gout. Then doctors thought he needed major back surgery to have steel rods placed in his back, another wrong diagnosis. Months of physical therapy with no progress followed, and Pete’s symptoms began to progress. Slowly, Pete began to start losing feeling in his feet, which progressed up his legs and to his waist. He was no longer able to walk or stand without assistance. Pete ended up having numerous pulmonary embolisms and dvts, which needed emergency surgery to save his life. Now, it is beginning to affect his arms, hands, and other parts of his body.

As soon as the symptoms started to appear, Pete went to the doctor, NOT one doctor but multiple doctors and specialists! We traveled into the city, we spent a month at the Mayo clinic looking for answers, and we spend countless hours in doctors’ offices, searching for that one doctor that may be able to help. We are praying someone would be able to help us.

Pete received various diagnosis; transverse myelitis, inflammation in the spine, CIDP and many doctors had no explanation. They could tell us he had inflammation stemming from his spinal nerves but could not figure out what was causing it. They tried various treatments, nothing was working, and still nothing is working! We are no closer to finding answers.

Pete, always an optimistic, full of life, cheer you on type of guy, is becoming depressed and hopeless. Imagine not being able to do the things you used to do. Imagine worrying that you could fall at any point or have an accident while talking to a business associate or in the middle of a hockey game that your child is playing. Imagine feeling like you are just waiting for this “disease” to just take over your body and kill you. He is becoming despondent, hopeless, and desperate. Almost two years later (3/8/23), we found out that his symptoms are indeed in response to the vaccine that he received. While we are happy to know where this illness originated (deep down we knew, but got validation from the latest doctor appointment), we are devastated to know this could have been prevented.

I am sharing Pete’s story, because it needs to be heard. We are hoping that if more people share their reactions to these shots, that maybe it will help doctors find a cure or at the very least help stop the progression of this “disease”. We are devastated that this is our new journey and one we did not choose, but one we will continue as we have no other choice. We will fight and continue to seek answers, but we also need to tell the truth and let people know what this vaccine did to change Pete’s life forever. Help us help Pete and others who have been forever changed by because of the COVID shots.

Q: Tell us about any tests, diagnoses, and/or Medical Care received:

Numerous MRIs, cat scans, ultrasounds, PET scans, X-rays, spinal taps, lab work, EMGs, hospital stays, infusions, biopsies, and still no answers. Diagnoses: TM, inflammation in spine, CIDP, neuropathy in extremities, spike proteins in spinal fluid, loss of bowel and bladder control, renal cancer, vision worsening, DVT’s and pulmonary embolisms.

Q: Where has your reaction been reported, and what was the response?

Reported to VAERS, attempted national vaccine injury compensation but wasn’t aware of this program until 2 years after vax injury, and there’s a one year time limit

Q: Are there any treatments that have helped or hurt your health?

IVIG, Steroids (oral and IV), numerous cleanses, diet change, eliquis for excessive clotting, ivermectin. Nothing is helping.

Q: What do you wish others knew?

Pete may never be the same again, but we all need to continue to fight for the answers we deserve!

CLICK HERE for Pete’s Fundraiser

~FS

Deceptive Sugar

Sin is deceptive sugar~

Very sweet one moment,

Very bitter the next.

Sin has a short shelf-life;

It spoils too soon,

It leaves me so blue.

I love the taste of sin;

While I’m sinning, but~

Its aftertaste is repugnant.

Ever notice how sin steals joy;

Takes a sledgehammer to peace;

And multiplies anxieties and despair?

But sin is just dynamite!

To our relationship with God;

It cuts through that, like butter.

Sometimes I can’t get enough,

One thing leads to another,

So much sugar makes me delirious!

Coursing violently through my veins~

So exciting, it just makes me shake,

Possessing me like a strange creature.

It takes me to the mountaintop,

Then it throws me off a cliff~

Deceptive sugar makes me crazy!

It makes me so sick, I just wish I could retch~

Will nothing halt my sweet self-destruction?

Yes, shame comes up, as the nausea that I need.

Exposing all these things for what they are~

Sin is the sugar that feeds, as it devours,

Wasting our lives, by the minute and by the hour.

~FS

Too Many To Count

There are just too many cases of young people, old people and middle aged people, injured or killed by these new types of ‘vaccines’.

So I don’t pass these stories on very often, but people have commented to me after I’ve posted examples of older folks, that the older victims are old and that probably explains it, so here is a young example.

Fortunately more and more foreign countries are waking up to this, Australia just had its first class-action lawsuit against one of the vaccine manufacturers. Germany is turning around and against these shots; and more media are finally sharing the truth of all the injuries to so many systems in the human body. Quite a few other countries are banning or at least stopping the use of these shots. Finally! I pray that the US will someday eventually follow, and do the right thing for all the people harmed by these products. Pray or contact and offer encouragement, if you are inclined, to this young woman:

Mane Páez

First Dose of AstraZeneca on 01/19/2022

Ecuador

26 yrs old

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Mane has opted-in to be contactable by the public and other vaccine injured. No hateful emails or you will be banned. Please send her messages through her instagram page at https://instagram.com/manenapaez

Q: What was your life like before you got the vaccine?

I was a very active girl, working in the fitness industry as a marketing manager, trying to help people become healthier and happier through exercise. I trained 5/6 times a week. My life was absolutely healthy: I exercised, I slept well, I ate in the best way. I always sought well-being. I have a good relationship with my parents, they are healthy and have no pre-existing illnesses. I loved riding my bike, dancing, going out with my friends and having fun.

Q: What was your reaction, symptoms, & timeline?

On January 19th 2022, I took my third vaccine shot, this time it was AstraZeneca. The 1st and 2nd vaccine shots were Zinivac (also known as Sinovac, which is based on inactivated adenovirus).

The following 2 days (after my third shot which was AstraZeneca) I did have a fever, but no other adverse effects.

At day three, I had a certification in “Zumba,” danced and exercise for about eight straight hours. Also the following days, I was feeling great.

On Wednesday, January 26th I started to have problems. My back was hurting, and I had a very hard time trying to move. I did take a pain killer.

On Friday, January 28th I still was having pain, but now I had a strong headache and was feeling very bad. My physician diagnosed pain related with work stress and prescribed pain medication and physiotherapy.

The next day petechia developed all over my body. My physician diagnosed an allergic reaction to pain medication. Then, I started to feel numbness in my legs. I thought it was a result of all exercise, or by sitting in front of the computer working for so long. That night, I found a media article about Astra Zeneca vaccine’s secondary effects and the open online JTH recommendation on VITT. I urged my physician to determine my platelet count, which was strongly reduced. I was referred to a hematologist, all pain killers were stopped, and prednisone prescribed for idiopathic thrombocytopenic purpura, but the numbness in my legs and arms worsened.

The following days, without pain killers, were a nightmare. More physicians were looking at my case, but none was studying all information about adverse vaccine effects, even though they had already all the information about it, given by myself as a result of my internet research. Their response was “We do not believe this is your case, let’s keep looking to find where it all comes from.”

On Friday, February 4th I was having problems with my legs and arms; in fact, walking and moving was difficult. I did not feel the left side of my body. It seemed it was all asleep. They took me to the hospital. I kept persuading the physicians to read about vaccine side effects.

Two days later I developed seizures and had been admitted to the intensive care unit, I got a stroke. Physicians performed interventional thrombectomy from the cerebral vein sinus and started alternative anticoagulation.

I had the left side of my body absolutely paralyzed. I have been working since then, on major-muscular therapy in order to recover movement, sensibility, and all the brain functions that were affected because of the stroke.

My life changed forever.

Q: Tell us about any tests, diagnoses, and/or Medical Care received:

Diagnosis: Vaccine-induced immune thrombotic thrombocytopenia (VITT)

Medical care: infinite therapies (mental, physical, occupational, Nero logical). I am still medicated with an anticonvulsant.

Q: Where has your reaction been reported, and what was the response?

WHO and AZ webpage.

Just a case number. No response.

Q: Are there any treatments that have helped or hurt your health?

Hippotherapy has helped a lot, as well as dance.

Q: Have you had Covid before?

Yes. It was like a normal flu.

Q: What do you wish others knew?

Side effects are REAL! I wish I had some information before I got the shot. Get informed.

~FS