The Voice in The Forest
God’s Plan
God gave me the forethought and the strength necessary to protect myself and my children from the Covid-19 vaccine.
He did not give me the power to persuade others to protect themselves. I tried, but my pleading fell on deaf ears. God did not grant my loved ones the ability to heed my warnings.
If I am to believe that God is omniscient and that he is the most powerful of all beings, then I must accept that everything that has happened has been a part of his plan.
And, that everything that will happen will be a part of his plan, as well. Whether I like it or not.
Perhaps the vaccine was a test. It did reveal that the population is made up of two types of people: there were those who blindly follow the kings of the earth, and those who blindly follow the king of heaven.
I am not a doctor, or a scientist or an investigative journalist. When the time came to make a choice regarding vaccination, I received my information through various media, just like everyone else.
I do not know how it could be that the media would convince me to refuse, while convincing others to comply.
The only explanation that makes sense is that God had a plan for me.
I am in no way smarter or better than those who chose differently. I did nothing in my life to deserve a better outcome than that of others. I am not worthy of God’s mercy.
But I was granted mercy, nonetheless.
On March 16, 2020, the place where I worked shut down. Suddenly, my job became virtual. Conveniently, the tools that were necessary for computer-based work were already set in place.
I enjoyed the freedom that virtual work provided. I was able to finish my tasks without distraction, and was left with hours and hours of extra time every day. Because of the time and freedom that I had been afforded, I adopted a dog and began to walk.
During the first year of the pandemic, I went to the forest every morning, to hike and to watch the sun rise. It struck me that the world, according to what I saw on the screen, was falling apart, but that nature continued through her cycles, unperturbed. In the forest, and in the light of the rising sun, for the first time in my life, I felt the presence of God.
I was filled with his light. I felt the spirit of a warrior enter my being, and I heard a voice tell me, repeatedly, not to take the vaccine. I knew that there would be consequences to resistance. I also knew that resistance was my destiny.
I listened to the voice. I accepted the consequences. I complied with what I was instructed to do.
People thought that I was crazy. I was willing to give up everything that I had worked for because of a voice that I had heard in the forest.
Quite often, I wondered if people were right. As financial struggles became a reality, I thought that I was crazy, as well.
Now I can see that I was not crazy at all. Listening to that voice was the most sane act of my life.
After everything that has happened over the past four years, the only thing that makes sense to me is that I was saved, and that I must have been saved for a reason.
The reason cannot be that I am somehow smarter or better, because that is simply not true. There are people whom I know to be much smarter and better than me, in every way, but they succumbed to the great deception that we called covid-19.
I keep wondering why.
I keep trying to figure out why.
Why would my mom, who led a life devoted to the teachings of Jesus Christ, believe in cruel, lying men who would cause her great suffering and an untimely death?
Why was I, a selfish, broken child, able to see God in the orange glow of the sun?
At the time of the mandates, people asked me why I wasn’t getting the vaccine. I responded: “I trust in the immune system that God gave me.” Before Covid-19, I had never said those words. Before the pandemic, I was eating toxic food and consuming dangerous pharmaceutical drugs, without a second thought. I believed in the system. I was a cog in the wheel that kept the wealthy wealthy, and the powerful in power.
Something happened during those walks in the forest. Something allowed me to break free.
I did not take the vaccine, but I still suffered at the hand of those who brought the vaccine to the world. That suffering has caused me to be filled with strong and complex emotion. I have been living in a perpetual state of anger and grief.
If God is omniscient, and if he is the most powerful, then my anger and my grief were always a part of his plan.
The deception of the masses was always a part of his plan.
The suffering and the death that we see all around us was always a part of his plan.
The people who took the vaccine are neither better nor worse than me. They are not of lower or higher intelligence. They are not worth less or more.
They were simply chosen to be those who would play that part in this war. It is through their sacrifice that we are able to witness the horror of the evil that we face. It is because of them that those who were blessed with the ability to see the truth, are now connected and emboldened to fight.
Do not hate the vaccinated. They are our brothers and sisters. They are the sacrificial lambs who have exposed the evil for what it is. They are victims. They are casualties of war.
In their state of perpetual slumber, they could not see the threat. They were used, abused and thrown away, as if they didn’t matter.
They mattered. Each and every one of us matters.
Do not hate them. They did not know what they were doing.
Remember them. Let us ensure that what happened to them can never happen again.
Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. Romans 12:2
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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.
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Beautiful post! Humbling too. Like you, I had a message from God not to take the vaccine. It was unmistakably clear. Woke me up during the middle of the night. Grateful for that message-- both for myself and my family. My latest prayer these days is, "Lord, help me to hear your voice, recognize it when I do, and obey." The ability to hear the voice of God could make the difference between my death or that of a family member or any other human. I need God's help to listen, understand, and obey.
I love this. I am thankful that I too did not vaccinate for COVID, my kids did not either or my husband. My oldest son who is in the military, was forced to get it. He still got Covid and had and adverse reaction to the vaccine and had to be hospitalized. He is ok now. This was such a terrible time in history. I will never forget.