Dear Friends and Family and all those from all over the
world who prayed for my recovery from C@v1d,
I thought I would write out our families C@v1d experience,
not just about the dizeeze itself, but the whole panmedic. I hope you will be able to see how God is
much bigger then this mess our world is in, and the dizeeze, it’s causes, the
world’s solutions, the lies, the g@vernments, the m^ndates, the economy, our
jobs, and the needle.
Let me start from the very beginning.
Feb 2020 - My good
friends arrived from their vacation in Mexico to our house to visit us for a
couple of weeks before continuing on their way to their home in the Yukon. While visiting, their daughter came down with
a cold, chest c@ngestion, ach-iness, and general fev*rishness. Within a day, I followed suit. It ended up being a terrible cold with
me. Deep chest congestion that lasted
for weeks, but eventually settled to just a presence in my chest, causing me to
cou-gh a little every day, for the next two years.
That was the beginning of my C@v1d experience, I
believe. I don’t know if it was C@v1d,
but I thought it might be so I hoped that I was imm-ne, but I couldn’t be
certain ----- so, I questioned…?!
March 2020 - This is
when C@v1d hit the fan world wide, stunning everyone. L@ckd@wns were
announce, churches closed, ghostly city streets, and mass confusion as to what
was going on and what exactly is C@v1d and how deadly was it.
I was an elementary ed teacher at the local Church. I taught several children in a small private
classroom, when the L@ckd@wns orders came and we had to close our doors. Of course parents had to scramble to find day
care so they could keep working, but that proved very difficult and my phone
began to ring, “Can you take my children to your home? Can you homeschool my child?”
I loved my job and now I was at home without a job,
supposedly doing my part to help society and be part of the “Gre-@ter good” by
locking myself out of the school and away from my students and keeping only to
myself and serving only my family. I
struggled with this and talked over the phone and over zoom meetings with the
church. “What if I taught the children
at the church school anyway? I don’t
need to be paid. What if I did it
quietly?” There were shaking heads and
fearful eyes and the answer to every solution was, no, don’t do it! What if you get C@v1d?
What if I did? Would I die?
Should I shut myself up while people are crying for help so they can
have someplace safe for their children and still keep their jobs. WHAT IF I DIE? What is C@v1d? Is it really that deadly? Is this for real? I’ll admit, I was confused and felt a level
of anxiety and foreboding I had never felt before. I needed to talk to someone who could give me
peace of mind and tell me exactly what to do.
In tears, I knelt down in my little prayer room. I told God I was his and here to do whatever
He needed me to do for him no matter the cost, even my life, if need be. I told Him how I loved the children and
wanted them to be safe and free and to continue learning about him in school,
but I needed Him to tell me what was right under these special
circumstances. Then I opened my Bible to
no place in particular. I just felt I
needed to hear from God, something, anything, and this is the first verse my
eyes fell on. “Suffer the little
children to come unto me and forbid them not, for such is the kingdom of
Heaven.” Matt 19:14
With a feeling of such peace and gratitude in my heart, I
felt that God made it abundantly clear to open my home to the children to come
and to continue their education at my home, and also to stay after school hours
for day care. G@vernment or no g@vernment,
watching neighbours or not, I had a sense that God had called me to serve and
He would provide the body guards against both snitches and disease.
“When we tune out the
Opinions, Expectations, and Obligations of the world around us and begin to
hear God…”
Time passed, school eventually reopened for the last 3 weeks,
summer came, Ever changing and varying degrees of m^ndates continued, causing
confusion from one day to the next, but it only served to strengthen our
resolve to continue to serve God according to His purposes. We went on our annual mission trip. We served people, we prayed with people, we
weeded village sidewalks and parks, and elderly people’s yards, we held classes
with the teens, and handed out bags of books and small toys to children. We sought to alleviate people’s fears and
bring hope, to show them that there was still peace and joy to be found in Jesus.
Then school began again, only this year, parents and their
children’s lives had changed and circumstances dictated the closure of the
school for good. Sadly, my dream job was
gone, but God had other things for me.
The church hired me as their Bible worker and I spent the winter
visiting people and giving Bible studies as well as tutoring a couple of
children every morning.
It was close to May, that my husband and I went camping
together on the far North tip of Vancouver Island. It was a beautiful, quite place, where we
spent listening to nature, praying, and discussing the future.
You see, we had become keenly aware of the direction our
whole world was taking; More and more g@vernment control over people’s personal
lives, and people’s jobs, their travel, and their speech, and even how they
worship. You see, we had already
experienced the closure of our church, which was a huge part of our lives.
When the church closed, it became a very sad dilemma for
us. We were aware of people who were
anxious about what was happening in the world and they would come to the church
only to be turned away. It was
distressing that these needy souls were not being ministered to. How could they feel the love of Jesus? Would
they ever think to come back to a church again who had closed and locked their
doors against them? It brought me to my
knees again. “Lord, what would you have
us do?”
I remembered that I had once prayed when we were looking for
a house to buy in Nanaimo, “Lord, Please give us a house large enough to bring
people home, a house where we can worship with friends, and study your word in
companies.”
Now was the appointed time.
And so, home church began in earnest.
Every Sabbath we drew the blinds, and friends came to worship together,
in an underground sort of fashion, singing hymns, praying, and studying the
word together. Not only that, but those
who came to the church in search of God and his assurance, could be directed to
our house where everyone was welcome. It
was a much needed mission in a time of crisis where lots of people were
suffering from depression, anxiety, and fear.
Also, God honoured us by protecting every person from the pestilences
around us.
Eventually, our official church reopened and home church was
able to disperse to resume our worship at church. God had protected us and we
had done what we were impressed we must do to give hope to people around us.
But then their was this dilemma of needles. We were observing, researching, listening,
and trying to decipher fact from fiction.
We were also praying for guidance.
It was in mid summer that a good friend of my called me and told me her
son had just passed away. He was 31
years old and he had been needled and not long after he died from a bl@@d cl@t
to his h*art. She asked me if I could
come and say a few words at his funeral.
It was a very sad time. Later, a
friend I had been to study the Bible with a few times, who seemed healthy
enough, passed away from a h*art atta^ck shortly after her needle. Then another friend, same thing. I was so saddened. I began to question the affect this
experiment was having on the he^rt or in the bl@@d and I dug deeper and beyond
just the narr^tive being fed us on the n*ws.
Later, our pastor told me of his friends that he and his
wife met with in town for breakfast a couple times a week. When only the wife showed up one day, our
pastor inquired where her husband was, and she informed our pastor that he had
had the needle and had passed away. It
was enough to convince me that the needle safety studies were not only
incomplete, but the data being spouted by the m*dia was severely skewed. Something, like we had been observing in all
the m^ndates so far, was not lining up, not making sense, and was geared toward
ultimate c@ntrol, instead of safety. They were not warning the public!
Then the young people started getting the needle and it
became quite apparent that it was having adv*rse affects on the h*arts of
perfectly healthy teens, especially boys.
No way! Being a mother of all
young men, this was too close to home for me.
While I couldn’t dict^te, f@rce, or co*rce, I could plead and inform my
kids. However, the risk of C@v1d also
remained.
“Dying of C@v1d for
fear of the Needle or dying from the Needle for fear of C@v1d both hardly seem
like worthy causes to sacrifice your life for.
But you may, whether you want to or not.
However, Dying for
Christ and the cause of the Gospel seems so much more noble. I pray that when or if I die before Jesus
comes, it will be for standing firm for his cause, the proclamation of Salvation
for everyone who believes in Him.”
And so, back to our camping trip on the Northern tip of
Vancouver Island. I reached out to my
husband and said, “I’ve been feeling impressed in my heart that we are living
in more and more troubled times and that the time of trouble spoken of in the
Bible is coming upon us very fast. The
governments all around the world are talking of econ@mic problems, food sh@rtages,
major natural disasters and of course, world wide dizeeze and de^th. We have been counseled to leave the cities
and find places in the country to live and grow food. Places where we can still minister to the
peopled cities but live in the quiet recesses of nature where it is safer for a
time.” I wanted to know what he thought.
My husband said, “I am with you on that. I have been thinking the exact same
thing. It is time we step out and just
do what we know God is asking us to do.”
And so, it was May of 2021.
We began to renovate our house in earnest so we could sell for a better
price. It took us all summer. It was a stressful, busy summer and I’m so
grateful that God provided just the right help and just the right amount of
credit to complete all our projects. Once
we listed the house with a good realtor, we were able to sell it within days.
However, here is where God began to test our faith.
My husband took some days off of work so we could travel all
over lower BC to look for our new country home.
We prayed, and we looked, but there was nothing that we could afford
that would be also good for growing gardens and also still be accessible to
people who we could associate with, love, befriend, and serve. Maybe we were picky, but we had a vision, not
just to live, but to minister to people.
The closing date on our house was Oct 28. We had till the 29th to be
out. It was just a few weeks before
these dates that my husband learned from his employer that if he didn’t get the
needle, he would be put on leeve without p^y until such time as he took it or
his job was t*rminated. My husband did
not waffle on his decision. I could tell
it bothered him, though. It wasn’t our plan that he leave his job this
soon. We had planned that I would go and
he would stay for a while longer. We
felt that this was an over-reach of g@vernment power. They wouldn’t physically pin you down and
force their exper1mental dr-g into your arm like a N^zi, but they would make
your life miserable, co*rce you with threats, and f@rce you out of an
income. Something about this whole thing
was looking sinister and very wrong.
Art’s last day of
work was just two days after the closing date on our house. We were praising God that he was taking care
of us! Yes, we had no home, and no
income, but we were debt free! That was
all God’s timing, and we knew it. But
the question remained, where would we go?
Winter was just about upon us.
It was then that a new friend that we had only just met,
called us. He said, “Hey, I looked up this
house on the internet, and guess what?
This house that we had been looking at to buy, needs a sitter for the
winter.”
We looked it up and sure enough, these people with this
beautiful Ranch and house, way out in the country, with horses and chickens
were looking for caretakes. They
accepted our request, and we had a place to live, rent free, for the next 7
months of winter, giving us time to develop a plan for the future with God’s
guidance. God is so good and He even
provided money for us to initiate our move.
Oct 24 It was a
Sunday, two days before we got the U-haul truck. My husband was not feeling very well; he^dache,
and body ach-e. I noticed him taking
extra nutritional supplements and thought, “Oh no, not now!” Thankfully I had some Iver ---- tin on hand
and started him right away on the appropriate dose, and then he rested. And, thankfully,
he had two days to rest before the truck came and packing began in earnest.
Oct 26 The truck arrived.
Art was feeling 1ll, but with a little rest here and there between
packing, we were getting the job done.
It was then that I began to feel ach-y and tired. I gave myself all the nutritional supplements
and a dose of iver ---- tin as well, but there was so much to be done. Other then a laying down on my mattress on the
floor for cat nap, I pushed myself to keep working, that day, and the next,
until midnight, and then up at four in the morning to catch the ferry and move
off the island.
All day, the next day we worked in the cold wind, taking our
belongings from the U-haul and packing them into a shipping container which we
had purchased and would have shipped to the Ranch where we were caretaking. At one point I was so exh^usted and had no
str*ngth left to lift anything. I had to
go sit in my van, where I slept for an hour or so before resuming work with my
boys.
That night we crashed exh^usted in another hotel. I was frozen and ready for a hot shower and
bed. Food was becoming less and less
desirable. A few blueberries and grapes
was all that I could manage.
I slept fitfully that night and woke up as exh^usted and
more ach-y then I had been the day before.
We decided that we would just stay one more night.
That night I felt fev*rish.
At one point I woke up and needed to use the bathroom. I made my way in the dark so I wouldn’t wake
up my husband. I felt a bit woozy. My
next thought was, “Why is my face scrunched up against the cold tile
floor? What am I doing here?” I had obviously lost conscio-sness and had
fallen in the bathroom. It took be a
bit, but I collected myself and crawled back to bed. I had pushed myself too hard over the last
several days.
October 31 – After two days my husband was ready to go, but
I could not drive far.
I called a friend, who lived nearby, in Vancouver. She had also had C@v1d and had good imm-nity.
I asked if I could spend a couple days at her house to recover before I moved
on, and she agreed.
Nov 2 – Art was feeling strong again and able to go to the
Ranch with Isaac. He was driving my van
now and pulling our small cargo trailer of belongings. He only drove about an hour before a deer
jumped out from the bank and in front of the van and totalled itself and our vehicle. We thank God that Art and Isaac were not hurt.
Meanwhile, in Vancouver, I was fev*rish and fading. I don’t remember much. My friend, Isa, who is a nrse would bring me
fruit, juices, and water to drink. She
would ask me, “Do you have a fev*r?” but I always said no. My mouth was super dry. I felt we^k and d*hydr^ted. My eyes were burning, but I didn’t think I
was hot. I just slept. I didn’t eat anymore. Nothing appealed to me. I couldn’t taste much or smell anything and
my stomach didn’t want food. I hadn’t
eaten more then a few grapes for days.
Nov 4 – After two days, Isa, got a therm@meter. I had a fev*r of 40.3 or 6, I don’t quite
remember. Isa was worried. I knew she didn’t know what to do without
medic^tion. I had to see a d@ctor. My husband had accidently taken all the supplements
and iver----tin with him. But the big
looming question was, would a d@ctor see me?
I didn’t have that needle. I was
one of those, you know --- ignorant, irresponsible, s-per-spre^ders to the needled
(apparently protected), and I was deserving of what I got!
Isa asked if she should call the amb-lance. I didn’t want to be in the h@sp-ital. I was uncomfortable with going there. What if I get very s1ck and have no one I
knew to advocate for me there? I didn’t
want to be alone in there. I was afraid
that I would die in there, alone. I
would rather die among those who cared.
But on the other hand, I didn’t want Isa to bear the burden of another person
dying in her home. Besides, I needed
medic^tion. I reluctantly agreed to go.
Isa had lost her
husband to c@v1d exactly a year before.
The d@ctors refused to admit him until he could hardly bre^the and lips
were nearly blue. They did not believe
in early treatment. She was also very s1ck
and could not help him herself. She felt
the pain of rejection and the coldness of humanity while they let her husband
die when they could have saved him had they acted early.
The amb-lance came.
The attendant was abrupt and unfriendly.
Her first question was, of course, “Did you have your Needle? I told them I did not. They took my Ox/gen SATs. I don’t remember what they were, but they
took me from my bed onto the stretcher, wrapped me in a blanket and into the
amb-lance. There they plugged me into ox/gen
and proceeded to the h@sp-ital.
At the h@sp-ital they wheeled me to a little examination
room with a d@ctors office style examination table. They told me to sit/lay on the hard half
length table/bed. I wasn’t
complaining. Hopefully, I could get
help. Soon a doctor/intern came. He asked me, “Have you had your needles?”
“No.”
“Why?”
I told him I was concerned about the contents and that I
also had several friends die from h*art att^cks not long after receiving the
needle.
He actually looked at me and said, “Oh, I’m sorry to hear
that!” There was a hint of compassion
and concern. I could sense it and in
that moment I appreciated the warmth I could draw from it.
The room was so cold, or at least I was. I no longer had a blanket wrapped around
me. The table I sat on was hard and
plastic cold. I had come straight from
my bed in my light, sleeveless shirt and thin sweat pants. It was very cold!
Soon a lady came to do the c@v1d t*st. Then another to take my bl@@d, and another to
hook up 1 litre of iv fluid to hydr^te me.
Then quickly after that a nrse came with a wheel chair, handed me the iv
pole and proceeded to fly me in great haste down the hallways to the ex-r^y
department. The problem was, I couldn’t
manage to hold the Iv pole out at arms length while she raced this way and
that. She was angry and she shouted at
me to keep the pole out from under the wheels of the chair. I tried my best.
The ex-r^y technicians were more friendly. They smiled and joked and were helpful. Then
I was taken back to the cold little room and I asked the nrse for the thin
flannel blanket under the wheel chair, you know, the hospital kind. With that, I sat or lay for the next 8 hour. Not a soul checked up on me, no one took my
vit^ls, and no one offered me food or water.
My mouth was as dry as parched cotton.
I opened the drawers and the doors of the little cupboard in the corner
in hopes of a cup to drink from.
Finally, I dragged my long empty iv out to the hall and asked a nrse or
water. She brought a little paper cup of
water and from that I was able to refill when I needed it. By the end of the day, I was worn out and so
tired. I just wanted to lay down, and to
be warm, I didn’t care if I died, so long as it was more comfortable then
this.
I dragged my empty iv pole out into the hallway. I saw d@ctors and nrses and I made my way
over. I said, “I have been sitting in
that room for 9 hours. It’s a bit cold, like a prison (I was still frozen). I really need a bed. Can I go home to bed?
“Oh”, they said. “All
your results are in. We’ll send the d@ctor.”
I sat back down on the examination table in the cold room
and in a couple minutes two d@ctors showed up, the intern, and another lady d@ctor. “I hear you haven’t had your needles!” she
said. She was dripping in sarcasm. “Ha, A prison cell!” She muttered, but I heard her and I knew the
other d@ctors or nrses had shared that.
She was disgusted by me, I could tell.
“I hear you have had friends who have died of h*art att^cks after having
the needle?”
“yes.”
“Well, That has no correlation with the needle, and about my@cardi-tis…”
She went on to say more about arguments against the needle
that I hadn’t even brought up, but I was not feeling well, and I just sat there
quietly because I didn’t care to argue, I wanted to go to bed and sleep. I looked at the intern d@ctor who had seen me
earlier. He stood by silently, kind of
helplessly. I felt sorry for him.
She quickly had enough of my kind. She peeled the Iv tape
off and took out the needle, then she took the ox/gen off my face and said,
“You didn’t need this!” She didn’t
tell me the results of the ex-r^y, nor the bl@@d work. She offered me no prscri-ption paper, or medi-c^tions. She just motioned to the door and said,
“Go! Just go!!!”
“How do I get out of here?” I asked.
“Follow the green line.”
…and I did. I walked slowly, my arms
folded across the front of me. I looked
like a homeless person. My thin,
sleeveless shirt with no bra underneath spared me no dignity. I had no shoes, and I had been in bed for
days with fever so I can’t imagine that my hair was very orderly.
I later
discovered, online, that the d@ctor did, at least, put in the records that she
tre^ted me. The government web sight
called “Gateway, BC Services” has a list of the medi-c^tions pr-scribed to me
since 1989. I didn’t know that, but I do
now, and I discovered that on the day
that I was in the Royal Columbian H@sp-ital, on November 4 she pr-scribed
several different medi-c^tions for me. She just never told me about them or
gave me a paper for the ph^r-macy.
A thought, from the pen of inspiration, popped into my mind
as I walked away from that cold room and colder yet, doctor, “We must gather warmth from the coldness of
others!” Over and over again that
thought persisted and I pondered it for days.
How do you draw warmth from the coldness of others? I couldn’t remember
the rest of the quote. Here, I have
looked it up.
“Already the
judgements of God are abroad in the land as seen in the storms, in floods, in tempests,
in earthquakes, in perils by land and by sea.
The great I am is speaking to those who make void his law (of
Love). When God’s wrath is poured out
upon the earth, who will then be able to stand?... To stand in defense of truth
and righteousness when the majority forsake us… ---This will be our test. At this time we must gather warmth from the
coldness of others, courage from their cowardice, and loyalty from their
treason. The Nation will be on the side
of the great rebel leader. (RH Jan 11 1887)
I think it
means that the coldness of others will make us all the more determined to be
loving, and to gather courage from cowardice is to face the battle with fixed
bravery, and to stand loyal to God and His ways when the whole world rejects
Him and you…. And so I choose to forgive this d@ctor. I hope she finds Jesus and experiences the
perfect peace that He has to give before it is too late, because Jesus is
coming soon!
The doors of the h@sp-ital showed the weather outside,
pouring rain and cold. A sec-rity man
saw me contemplate the open doors.
“Ma’am” he said in a kind way,
“You can’t go out there. You have
no shoes or coat. Then he offered me a
chair and a blanket. I have never
appreciated a kindness more. From there
I called my friend, Isa, to come get me with a taxi.
I don’t remember much after that. I know, my mom called, the next day. I was very fev*red, but I could see her face
on the phone and she was in a big building with lots going on. I asked where she was and she said she was at
the airport getting on the plane and she would be with me by late evening.
I cried. How could
this be? She was not needled either. How could she cross the b@rder? But God is a God of miracles and between her
and another friend, travel agent, they discovered a rule that if a person had
had c@v1d and could prove it, within the last 108 days, they could cross the b@rder
without either a needle or a t*st.
Praise the Lord!
Grass doesn’t grow under MY mother’s feet and I knew if
anyone could help me or get me help, it was mother.
When my mom arrived, she woke me. I was comfortable under a huge blanket. I was burning up and so the tre^tm*nts
began. A cool sponge bath to lower the
fev*r and get it under control. Isa
rubbed me down with cold clothes from head to toe, and they took my ox/gen
SATs. I was in the low 70’s. It wasn’t good.
I don’t know how things transpired from there. All I know, was that suddenly God was sending
people to help me. A lady D@ctor, over
the phone, pr-scribed some m*di-cine, a
Nature Path d@ctor/friend heard I was s!ck and drove hours to where I was, with
an Ox/gen concentrator owned by another friend.
Another Kind d@ctor, from far, ordered more m*dic^tions and phoned the
pr-scri-ptions in to the nearest ph^rm-acy, and yet another D@ctor/friend from
the USA oversaw the dispensing and the increasing and decreasing of the m*ds
based on the detailed information he received on my condition over the phone.
But, that wasn’t all, A gentleman/nurse from the Ezra Foundation
came by, who had also lost his job for
not taking the Needle because he was afraid it would make his auto imm-ne dizeeze
flare up. He brought essential oils for
the diffuser and showed me how to do the most effective l-ng exercise. He then asked if he could lay hands on me and
pray for me. His kindness really
touched my h*art. He was a gentle soul,
and I’ll forever be grateful.
Then a church family from the Nanaimo church ordered enough
food for weeks, from a local grocery store, to be delivered at the door of my
friend’s home where we were staying.
Finally, and most impressive of all miracles to me is
this: My father called and told me that
people were praying for me. He started
naming off, not just family and friends, but people from countries all around
the world, country after country. I was
moved to tears to learn that I have a family of brothers and sisters world wide
who were willing to get on their knees and plead with God on my behalf. I began to understand that thousands of
people were praying for me, for little
me! I also realized the power of united
prayer, and I’m ever so grateful to be part of the loving FAMILY of God.
After Mom showed up, pr-scri-ptions were picked up,
nutritional supplements were bought and I was hooked up to ox/gen, Isa and my
mother set about to organize on paper the regiment of p!lls, liquids, and powders,
what needed to be taken when, and what had to be taken with food or
without. What caused stomach pain and
rejection and what eased the s/mptoms. I
felt spoiled. What other person in all
of Canada had a personal nrse who, not only administered all the pr-scri-bed m*dic^tions,
but also cooked nutritional, he^lthy, vegan food catered to my specific needs
at the time? And who else that was this
s!ck, in Canada, had a family member (mother) by their side to make sure I was
receiving all the right nutritional supplements at the right times, and along
with the help of Isa, administering hot and cold Hydroth*rapy tre^tments
morning and evening, along with percussion massage to loosen any phlegm in my l-ngs
to improve my bre^thing. God is so good!
I had become very weak, to the point of hardly being able to
walk. It was a very strange feeling. I had to be helped to the bathroom and back
to my bed. At first I had several sponge
baths with cool water to bring down the fev*r, but soon the fev*r broke and the
ch*st fomentations began in earnest.
Days past and my ox/gen levels began to improve, I gained
str*ngth little by little and was able to walk from one room to another.
After a few more days, I was able to walk outside a little
bit, and gradually around one block, then two, then up 5 steps very
shakily.
Some days I felt I was gaining ground, other days I felt
absolutely exh^usted and weak. All in
all, though, I was so grateful for the grace of God.
I had learned so much!
I had learned to gather warmth from the coldness and cowardice of
others, and I had learned that there were hundreds of people, strangers and
friends, who cared.
Most of my family and I are now together again and living on
the Ranch for the time being (Some of the boys are living on their own now). We want to start a ministry for God. We want to serve him since we are no longer
empl@yed. We want to train young people
to be missionaries to bring His love to our confused and struggling
society. May God continue to bless us
with his Grace.
