Great and accurate article. And I'm very sorry for your loss🙏 One of my cousins died three months after his juice jab, and his family's lining up for the booster😢 My mother passed away four months ago. She had a leaky heart and with the graphene oxide in the 2019 flu jab (which almost killed her three months later) combined with mask wearing which depraved her heart the oxygen needed, her heart just got weaker😭 She told me she didn't get it, but unconcious in the hospital it wouldn't surprise me if they'd forced it on her🤬 I just wanna blow them up to smitherines👿 I do pray that we prevail and knock these bastards to their knees! And as we say in France, "les aristocrates à la lanterne, les aristocrates on les pendra", even if I'd like to bring back la guillotine😅
All we are and can be has purpose, yet we are not able to stand between another and their decisions, as I have learned to my great sorrow. We will not prevail without sorrow, without grieving our losses, but because of our broken hearts and the indomitable will to live and prevail over the derangement seeking to devour our reason that comes of it.
None more than the French have known such sorrow. I have walked in the catacombs beneath Paris and seen the mountains of dead that support the city, their bones arrayed in parquets, in rows and pyramids of grief in ages past. Humanity is built on the bones of our brothers, mothers, loves and lives.
The inhuman and inhumane electromechanical means of our subjugation do not grieve, do not love, and cannot live to surmount mere algorithms to the sacred hearts of our people. The corporate Antichrist seeks to subjugate us to machines and mere undeath.
We must live on, live for our fallen beloved friends and family, that when we ourselves fall, our place on the walls and battlements of the Bastille is filled by our neighbors, our fraternity, and our posterity. Humanity is part of one living sacred life extending back to that primordial cell through an unbroken chain of dividing living cells that today culminates in all of us. It is anathema to subjugate the sacred to the profane, and our spirits will not submit.
Vive la France! My yellow vest hangs on a peg by my door, ready for me to don at a moments notice. Though I know my days are numbered, and not long will I remain to enjoy our continuing victory over our enemies, I will pass from this Earth a free man, and that sacred life I have embodied will not die with me, but has been passed on to my sons. So we all endure immortal together though we die alone, unremarked, and unknown.
My deepest condolences on your personal grief. Know that you carry on that sacred spark of life that we all share, that your spirit can be borne on it into any unforeseen adversity, buoyed by that immortal divinity we express with every beat of our heart, with every breath, and carry forward into every fray with every step.
Thanks!