Epilogue:
It was January 2020, my husband and I had just bought a new house and was in the process of moving our family of five out into the countryside. I was working part time every weekend at the hospital (two 12-hr shifts) on a Neuro Critical Care Unit. Then, “COVID19” reared it’s toxic head and everything went to hell in a handbasket. I began homeschooling my children, meanwhile watching the entire fabric of humanity and community rip apart at the seams and it’s never been the same since.
As a registered nurse working in the hospital system during the “plandemic”, I have had a front row seat to all the action and chaos that has transformed the healing atmosphere into the dystopian nightmare that it is today. I witnessed the inhumane policy changes including isolating patients from those that care most about them, to the treatment of Covid19 with Remdesivir (or as we in the medical industry call it Run-death-is-near), to the tyrannical unconstitutional mandates. But worst of all I have had to witness the scientific community turn their backs on those that have been injured by this “serum” as I like to call it. We all know by now that this emegency authorized gene therapy is not a vaccine, nor is it safe and effective. I never thought I’d be in the midst of the biggest cover up and collusion to take place in the medical field against the public including health care workers.
From the start I knew these “bioweapons” were trouble and the abhorrent and pathetic means by which the government was trying to entice the masses to take it only solidified my discernment: Everything from free donuts and cheeseburgers, to lotteries for college tuition and more.
Since then I knew I had a calling; a purpose. Then the day arrived when God showed me exactly what I was there for. I was in the unit admitting two patients who were of similar young age with similar neurological diagnosis. While filling out admission paperwork (including the flu and pneumonia questionnaire) I noticed that both were injected with the same Lot Number for the COVID serum and I also took note that they both received it on the same date, and here they both were admitted to the same neuro critical care unit many months later on the same date. This phenomenon took my breath away. This is when everything changed for me. I began filing to the Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System (V.A.E.R.S) which is ran by the Department of Health and Human Services, on behalf of so many patients experiencing COVID breakthrough cases, cardiac arrests, strokes and more. Since October 2021 when I wrote my first 2 VAERS reports I've reported over 50 reports in just my unit alone.
My hospital has since terminated me for filing VAERS reports. I have no idea what is going to happen next but I do know that I did what I had to because…
…The Truth Matters.
Sorry my earlier comment appeared cryptic, I see it has been expunged. By the words atop your substack I figured it was a version of what is attributed to the great rabbinic teacher of millenia ago, Hillel the Elder, and what i put was the completion of the triad, which goes something like: If I am not for myself, who'll be for me? And to be but for myself, what am I? And if not now, just when?
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