Come Back, Jesus

We Need You Now

I used to believe that it was possible for me, and those who think like me, to awaken the masses.

I thought that speaking out about the atrocities of the medical system would lead others to see the modern world as I see it.

I believed that there was power in the truth of the story that I had to tell.

Thus far, it has only been those who had already believed in my truth who have been willing to read my story. Others do not want to hear it. They are unwilling to turn the page. They have their fingers in their ears.

The Covid-19 vaccines first became available in the United states on December 14, 2020. Today is October 28, 2024. I thought that, by now, it would be common knowledge that the injections were both ineffective and dangerous.

I thought that the truth of the vaccines would be undeniable.

I imagined that the great awakening would lead to unity.

Unity to revolution.

The other day, I received a message from a lady with whom I used to work. A lady whom I used to know. As a counter to my assertion that the unvaccinated had been unfairly persecuted by the vaccinated, she wrote to me that she has gotten every available injection to date, as well as an annual flu shot. She said that her health was just fine.

Imagine that. She has had nine Mrna injections plus her flu shots, and believes that she has made the right decision for her health. I can only assume, from her post, that she will continue to accept all injections as they become available.

How does one respond to that?

I am not angry at her for the choices she has made, but we live in opposite realities. In opposing realities. That part is difficult to fathom.

Where I see danger, she sees health. Where I see poison, she sees well-being.

It’s weird.

I have a hard time comprehending this widespread societal discrepancy of belief.

I don’t hate this woman, I just no longer believe that there is a way to build a bridge between our worldviews. If she and I went out for lunch together, we would have nothing to talk about. I am not able to censure my thoughts and ideas in order to be polite, and my brain is filled with turbo cancer, heart disease, blood clots, sudden death, bio-weapons and the casualties of what I perceive to be an attack on humanity.

What else is there to talk about? The weather?

Mind you, I have some controversial opinions about the weather, as well.

On June 11, 2022, my mom was healthy. On June 12, 2022, my mom was debilitated by the pain of a tumor, made up of cancerous pancreatic cells, growing in her left inguinal lymph node.

What happened to my mom had been unheard of before the vaccine. The only reasonable explanation was that she was made sick and was killed by the Mrna injection.

I read articles about the connection between turbo cancer and the vaccine. Based on my life experience, those articles strike me as true.

I read story after story about healthy people being diagnosed with sudden, late-stage cancer. Based on my life experience, those stories strike me as true.

I see pictures of young people who perished suddenly with no warning and no explanation. I realize that this could be media propaganda, but based on my life experience, I am inclined to believe that what I am seeing is true.

In the tiny town where I live, I have heard of three sudden deaths in the past few months. I have seen fliers advertising benefit events raising money for four different people suffering through late-stage cancer. These people are real. They are not misinformation.

I believe that the covid-19 vaccine was an act of terror. It was an act of war.

Is it possible for nations to be at war without the population noticing?

That is an idea that was once inconceivable. Now I accept it as reality. We were attacked, people are dying, and a large number of human beings are unaware of what has been done to us. To them.

They put on their Nikes, eat their Big Macs and listen to Beyonce on their I-phones. They live as if nothing had changed.

Unless I’m the crazy one.

I am certain that what I believe to be true is true. Those who think differently from me appear to be equally convinced of their own version of truth.

Cognitive fractures all around.

So, no mass awakening. No unity. No revolution. Unless, it just takes a lot longer than I thought it would.

Except, I’m not sure that we have the benefit of time.

Come back, Jesus. Come back, light.

I do not think that we can win this war without you.

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To know the whole story, start at the beginning:

I am not a doctor, a scientist or an investigative journalist.

I am a daughter, a mom, an artist and a storyteller.

I have a story to tell about turbo cancer.

I have a story about our failed medical system

I will tell it to anyone who will listen.

On June 12, 2022, after four Pfizer injections, my very healthy mom was suddenly diagnosed with stage-IV pancreatic cancer in her left inguinal groin lymph node, B-cell lymphoma, and melanoma. Her immune system had failed completely. The fast-growing tumors spread to her bones, breaking them from the inside. She lived, suffering, until December 13.

I was her full-time caregiver.

Beginning June 11, 2023, day by day, using memories, photos, text conversations, medical records, my journal, and my mom’s journal, I chronicled the story of her disease on Facebook. I told about the progression of her illness, the failed medical response, her unimaginable pain, her experience, my experience, and how her spirit refused to be broken.

My mom represents millions of people who were deceived, intimidated or forced into receiving an injection. Her story is all of our story.

On This Day, Last Year - Six Months of Turbo Cancer

Turbo Cancer: The Beginning - June 11, 2022

Kristi yapp

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Feb 3

On this day, last year, my mom was healthy. She ate only organic food, engaged in water aerobics daily, volunteered at the food pantry and had a rich, full, active social life.

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