Note: Thank you to Michelle Guppy for writing this blog entry at her site Life With Autism in Pictures and posting the video of her beautiful, tall, blond, handsome son Brandon, who seizes, rocks, rages, smiles, calms himself with straws, loves an open car window and the rush of wind on his face and who deserved far, far more than what his childhood vaccines gave him. A Brain On fire.
When Silence Screams
By Michelle Guppy
I have tried to process the whiplash from being so high with HOPEISM at the sheer multitude of warriors lining up and speaking out against the removal of vaccine exemptions in many states; then the lowest of lows from the stunning defeat of Pharma-paid politicians in removing those exemptions anyway, despite the magnitude of truth presented to them at those hearings...
This one example from my "Life with Autism, Seizures, & a side of PANDAS" is why I named my primary blog, "From hell to HOPEISM".
My life is indeed a daily journey from hell to HOPEISM.
On a good day I arrive at that HOPEISM with barely the scent of smoke.
Other days - third degree burns from those moments, minutes, hours, or seemingly endless days in hell.
I was recently interviewed for a story regarding my sons vaccine injury...
One of the questions was, "Describe for me a good day with Brandon."
I tried to explain how there are no "good days" - there are simply moments that are easier, moments where you get a glimpse of what would have been, --- and moments where you wonder if the smile you captured in your child is pure, or if it's just yeast...
Like those moments of pure HOPEISM when I felt this was truly the moment the avalanche of truth would smother the lies - in listening to the live feed from hearings in different states where warrior mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, grandparents, physicians, nurses all shouted together "I OPPOSE!" - --only to be met with the scorch of hell as each one of their pleas fell on deaf, pharma-funded politician ears.
A time or two (or three) I have had moments of sheer panic as I wondered what the future holds for my #Grandfishy and the rapid-fire vaccine mandates.
We are poisoning our babies.
Babies are born healthy, not in need of toxins and viral and bacterial cocktails injected in their pure, their sacred, their perfectly created blood stream.
My own son was born healthy, and before I ever gave him a chance to remain that way, I allowed those vaccine cocktails.
I allowed all of them.
I wasn't "Pro-Vax" - I was "I didn't know any better but to vax!"
I'm not even "Anti-Vax" now.
I am "hell-no-never-again-like-ever" woke-vax!
Vaccines didn't make my son healthy.
He is sick!
And despite the hundreds of thousands of dollars we've thrown into treatments for him, he is only getting sicker!
Incredibly medically fragile with respect to autoimmune issues!
Vaccines stole his voice.
They stole his milestones.
They stole everything his future might have held for him.
Not to mention all it has stolen from us as his parents, our marriage, our "other" son, our family, and our friends.
It has stolen our empty nest, our retirement, our savings, our golden years.
Our ability to die in peace.
It is even now trying to scare us into silence.
The medical kidnapping we see over and over and over if we dare disagree with a doctor.
If we dare complain at the callous disregard shown to our vaccine-injured children, youth, & adults.
I complained about the care my son was being denied in IVIG for his doctor-documented PANDAS diagnosis - and a week later received a formal letter from the practice my son was a part of - saying that they could no longer see my son as a patient and that I would have to find a new clinic for him.
They want us to go away.
They wish we never existed, which is ironic in that the same people who wish this, are the very ones who caused "this".
If you dare share the truth about vaccines publicly, if you dare share that proof in pictures, you will be turned in to CPS or in my case, APS.
Adult Protective Services.
(They've been called to report me twice now for sharing pictures of Brandon's vaccine injury. And twice now I have been cleared of any exploitation or wrongdoing.)
To silence you further from speaking or sharing the truth of "how vaccines save lives."
How "safe and effective" vaccines actually are.
Even our own families cannot handle the sharing of the truth.
We are deemed "too negative".
Which makes me laugh when I hear that...
People who say that have no idea of the strength we have. How positive we must truly be mentally just in order to survive.
We share the truth to a world that does not want the truth.
It's too inconvenient.
It's too hard.
It's not something that can be prayed away, wished away, or wiped away.
I decided long ago that Brandon's, and my, legacy would be one of truth.
People will know what happened to him.
People will see it.
And today, people will hear it.
For a week we have dealt with these brain-on-fire flares.
For a few precious moments, the HOPEISM of laughter in my brother's pool.
The ride home, pure hell.
Click here to read the rest of the post and view the video. Send the video to your state senators and reps, your senators and reps in DC. This video should go as viral as a selfish Twit licking a quart of ice cream or a brat sucking on a tongue dispenser in a pediatrician's office (oh the irony.)