MEMORIAL SERVICES AND A CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE

During peak Coronamania, many governors barred people from assembling to mourn the loss of family members or friends.

These unlegislated edicts were themselves tragic and evil. Wakes, funerals and memorial services provide essential support for, and comfort to, those closest to the person who has passed away. These gatherings also affirm and renew family ties and friendships. They show us how one life affects many others.

During these gatherings, people tend to be on their best behavior. Seeing death humbles attendees because we knew the decedent when s/he was vital. And now they’re gone. We’re reminded that we’re on the same journey. People charitably remember the person with a past. Stories are told, which reflect not only the personality of the departed but how much the world changed over the course of his/her life.

Typically, those who have just died had been in failing health for a while. Their deaths are said to end their suffering and, often, the challenges of caretaking. We feel and express gratefulness for the years the decedent got to live and for the time we shared with them. We envision them in another, better, state-of-being and place.

Despite the passage of 29 months, I still don’t know anyone who died from Covid. But I’ve been to several wakes or memorial services in the past year. It may be partly a function of my age, 64, but I’ve known more people who have died in the past 18 months than is normal. During this period, non-Covid deaths have climbed between 5-10% in heavily-vaxxed nations. American governments and media are hiding this trend.

In April, 2021, my closest boyhood friend died at 62. As he lived 230 miles away, we saw each other only intermittently as grown-ups. But it was shocking and sad to learn that someone I had known for over five decades and with whom I had shared thousands of days and countless laughs was gone.

His death wasn’t labeled a vaxx death, either officially or by anyone with whom I spoke on the day of his memorial service. But it feels like it might have been one.

Nine years earlier, while backpacking in Zion National Park with him and another mutual childhood friend, my now deceased friend revealed that he’d been diagnosed with a rare blood disorder for which he had begun to take medication. In the next eight years, he led a normal life. He worked full-time, traveled widely, played softball and gardened. A year before he died, I had thrown a football and shot baskets with him and then downed some cold ones at our hometown pub. He seemed fine.

He was also fine when I met him for dinner seven months before his death. He, his wife, my wife and I laughed for hours. I asked him when he thought he’d retire. He told me, “Three years, or one very bad day at work.”

We laughed at that, too. We didn’t know he wouldn’t survive another eight months.

On New Year’s Day, 2021, I received a warm e-mail from my friend suggesting that we get together again soon. His message contained no hint of illness. It was the last time I heard from him.

When I eulogized my friend at his memorial service, I described a kid, teen and adult full of fun and mischief. I gave a redacted set of examples.

One or his work colleagues approached me afterward to say some kind words about my tribute. I asked him, “How did this happen?”

He said that one late February, 2021 morning, not long after having made his 50-mile drive to work, my friend came to this colleague’s office doorway and said, “I feel bad. I’m going to the hospital.”

The hospital admitted him. He stayed there, most visitors barred, for a month. They sent him home under hospice care and he died, of a blood disorder, in mid-April.

I don’t know if my friend was injected. But it’s well within the realm of possibility. Over a million people/day were getting jabbed when he became eligible, he trusted conventional medicine and he was concerned about the virus. I suspect that he injected as soon as he could; perhaps shortly before he was hospitalized.

Of course, I couldn’t ask his widow if he’d taken the shot. For several reasons, it wouldn’t have been right. He was gone, and the memorial service was about gratitude for his life, no matter how it ended. Further, his wife strikes me as someone who, like most people, wouldn’t consider the possibility that a “vaccine” could hurt someone. Further, she might have encouraged her husband to inject; if so, asking about the vaxx would have felt to her like criticism. I doubt that neither she, nor many others, knew that VAERS existed to track vaxx injuries. And even for those who did know of VAERS, it’s far from user-friendly. Seemingly on purpose.

Whether the shot triggered my friend’s death or not, he couldn’t be brought back to life. But if the circumstances surrounding his death, and others like it, were examined, the world might learn important lessons about the injections. If people declined the shots, maybe their memorial services wouldn’t happen ten-plus years before their time.

I suspect that the shots shock human bodies in various ways, especially their cardiovascular and immune systems. After initially telling America that the injected mRNA remained at the jab site and was quickly cleared was cleared from the body, the CDC recently, belatedly and ominously deleted this reassuring part of the message. This deletion implies that the CDC now admits that mRNA migrates through injectees’ bodies, including to places like ovaries. Many injected women have reported post-vaxx menstrual disruption and men’s sperm counts have declined. Recent data from Sweden and other nations reveal declines in fertility.

Messenger RNA migration to other parts of the body may cause harm in these locations. Cancers are rising. And re-emerging. Underlying conditions may be triggered or aggravated. My friend may have been one example.

There are many anecdotal reports in VAERS and on the Net of vaxxed people dying suddenly or having strokes or other neurological problems. Some say these are coincidences. If so, the stack of coincidences is growing. The Net shows many collapsing soccer players and multiple accounts of sudden adult deaths, even among youngish, fit people. You may know other recent examples of oddly-timed, oft-sudden deaths of seemingly healthy individuals. If so, I’d be interested to hear about them.

Med/Pharma is striving to block knowledge of vaxx injuries and to thwart the compilation of information that would demonstrate the link between the jabs and iatrogenic injuries and deaths. Hospitals are reportedly declining to perform autopsies that might reveal evidence of vaxx harm. Undertakers report unusual blood viscosity.

Med/Pharma wants people to move along from a mass, bio-violent crime scene and to think that there’s nothing to see here. There’s a conspiracy of silence. The yellow plastic tape is definitely up. Pharma has made over 70 billion dollars from these shots and Congress can hire 87,000 more IRS staffers but neither can find money to gather data and seriously investigate vaxx injuries and deaths.

Mass vaccination mandates seemed, aside from profit-derivation, designed to shrink control groups of the unvaxxed in order to make it more difficult to prove, during litigation, that the shots have caused untimely deaths. The continued promotion of population-wide shots despite their clear failure to stop viral infection or spread—it seems that the shots actually facilitate illness by suppressing immunity—feels like an additional effort to shrink the control group.

If an injury, like my mother’s stroke, or a death occurs among someone vaxxed over 70, pro-vaxxers shrug and say, “That kind of stuff that happens to old people.”

Fair enough. But these same neo-skeptics have waved their arms about inflated Covid death tolls for the past 29 months, while refusing to acknowledge that nearly all who died with Covid were old or unhealthy. When comparing ostensible Covid deaths to vaxx deaths, there’s clearly a double standard.

Vaxx injuries and deaths are especially hard to accept because the shots offer no offsetting benefit among most of the population subjected to vaxx mandates. The virus threatens nearly no one healthy and under 65 and few people over that age; the pre-vaxx survival rate for 75 year-olds was 98.4%. The shots haven’t saved lives, as promised. And it’s undeniable: old, unhealthy people do die, virus or no virus. That was always the point.

Like everyone who’s died in the past 29 months, my friend never got to see the world return to normal. No matter how long some of us might live, we might not get to see this, either.