A beautiful day of tears, love and celebration of a tremendous life… Liam Scheff a warrior of truth!
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This September will mark the 9 year anniversary that my son Aydan was diagnosed with autism. This is not a day we celebrate. I remember everything about it, sitting in the waiting room at the Regional Center office building in downtown Los Angeles. A typical sterile office waiting room with a few toys and books strung around.. this type of environment would be a frequent scene for the next 9 years. When our name was called we walked in a large room with several toys, balls, puzzles, etc. and two women in business clothes. They were friendly, smiled and played with Aydan, attempting to interact with him. I was still in the phase of over-stating his abilities, as if somehow I could talk the ‘experts’ out of their inevitable diagnosis. They would ask questions, like ‘how many words does he have?’ Nearly 9 years later, I am asked the same…
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Falsify! Is Vaccination a Science?
Join me as I walk you through the concept of science versus pseudo-science or myth, using examples from religion and modern science, as we then take on VACCINATION. Is it “falsifiable?” Is it “Safe and Effective” as proponents claim? What is the true state of vaccination? And what are the “ad hoc” excuses that vaccine supporters make when they realize they’re supporting a pseudo-science?
“Men (people) are rarely aware of the real reasons which motivate their actions.”
― Edward L. Bernays
Imagine this… You are a parent of a beautiful, healthy child. You love this child more than you thought possible. You spent your whole life thinking that you understood the meaning of love until now… Now you KNOW… This is IT. It’s shocking! While you just met this person, this tiny being, you feel they have been with you your whole life. This is love beyond any measure you thought possible, you would do anything.. ANYTHING to protect this person, this part of you. You take your perfect child that you love beyond compare to the doctor who you’ve always been taught is looking out for the health of the people. This doctor will green stamp your little one and ensure that he remains healthy. This larger than life figure with years of education, has dedicated their life to protecting children and you will make the necessary sacrifices to bring your child to this person, as you KNOW they are on your side. You hand your perfect child to this stranger that for some reason you’ve been taught to trust. They take your child and put him on a cold, hard table while the nurse assists in holding down your child, so he cannot move, while she proceeds to inject him with a sharp needle. You are mortified, ‘please, how can you do this to my child.. Can’t you see he’s terrified…’ Oh but the doctor… This trusted employee… This stranger you trust more than yourself, has assured you that this is for the child’s best… It is for the ‘greater good’ of humanity and you reluctantly agree to continue. Then you take your child home while he cries in the car all the way. You bring him to a comfortable spot to nurse him and calm his fears. He has trouble sitting still and won’t calm, he won’t latch to your breast, he seems to have spiked a fever, you give him Tylenol as the doctor prescribed and he falls asleep. When he wakes, you no longer recognize your healthy child. He has stopped talking; he doesn’t look at you; he no longer recognizes his own name.. You call the doctor and scream into the phone ‘what have you done to my child??’ They assure you it is fine and your child was not affected by the vaccines that were given.. ‘No, this wasn’t what you saw.. This thing didn’t happen..’ You believe them and take your child back a few months later and do it again and again and again until your child is completely gone. Nothing of the healthy child you once knew seems to be left. They have been so badly damaged by this thing that is not supposed to cause damage. The doctor still assures you, you have not seen what you saw.. You no longer believe him.
You start to research vaccines and find that this thing that you saw, that your doctor repeatedly denied actually happens all the time; not only that, but this thing that your child was given is filled with toxins and many other things you don’t even recognize. You think that perhaps sacrifices are necessary for the ‘greater good’ just as the doctor has said. You then look further only to find this too, is a lie. These things.. These vaccines that hurt your child weren’t even verified to be effective at preventing disease.. In fact there is no evidence to support they have eradicated disease… So much for the ‘greater good’, huh? You are baffled and wondering how and why did this doctor tell you all these things? Why did you believe him? How did this happen? How did it come to this?
And now your child is left damaged.. Possible irrecoverably.. And for what? You are angry.. So angry you can hardly breathe.. You begin to see it everywhere you go.. All the children that look like your child.. DAMAGED.. All the lies you are told about the ‘greater good’… You begin to question if anything you have been told is true… How can the wool have been so completely pulled over everyone’s eyes.. You try to tell people every chance you get but they won’t listen.. They get angry at you and call you names.. They think you are crazy even when you show them the historical data that vaccines never eradicated disease; Jonas Salk did not cure polio.. ‘please, hear what I’m telling you, our children don’t need to be damaged like this..’ You would think that people would be grateful for this knowledge to protect their children but they don’t appear to be.. You see their children are already damaged too.. One at 12 years old still cannot read, another has multiply chemical sensitivities, another auto-immune, another with uncontrollable seizures and another who has died… You tell them, all of this.. ALL these things can be explained in the vaccine science and we don’t even need them, it’s right in the pharmaceutical company’s own literature.. But no one wants to read what you’ve read and no one wants to hear what you have to say and no one wants to stop vaccinating and you are ostracized.
So as you sit bewildered you ask once again… “How does it come to this? If the data is so clear, why doesn’t anyone know? And why do I feel so alone? I can’t possibly be the only one nor the first to see this, so where is everyone else?”
Enter the propaganda machine and a hidden history….
The Anti-Vaccine Movement: A Hidden History and Propaganda!
Before the First Cup – Social Engineering, Peer Pressure, Personal Data & 21st C Panopticon 4-14-17 – http://ucy.tv/Pages/Video/2Fy-Fef0pSM
AYDAN’S ROAD TO RECOVERY –
The Truth About Vaccines – https://go.thetruthaboutvaccines.com/
Why I don’t trust Robert Kennedy, Jr. – https://aydansrecovery.wordpress.com/2017/04/23/1058/
Bedford’s RFK Jr. bashes vaccine bill in Albany –
Deadly Immunity –
Former Merck Scientists Sue Merck Alleging MMR Vaccine Efficacy Fraud – http://ahrp.org/former-merck-scientists-sue-merck-alleging-mmr-vaccine-efficacy-fraud/
Former CDC Head and Current Merck President Caught in Fraud Scandal – http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-1164827
REP. Bill Posey Calling for Investigation into CDC’s MMR fraud – https://www.c-span.org/video/?c4546421/rep-bill-posey-calling-investigation-cdcs-mmr-reasearch-fraud
Measles virus for cancer therapy –
Emerging Risks of Live Virus & Virus Vectored Vaccines –
CRISPR genome editing and immunotherapy – the early adopter – https://medicalxpress.com/news/2017-04-crispr-genome-immunotherapy-early.html
Nanoparticle vaccine shows potential as immunotherapy to fight multiple cancer types – https://phys.org/news/2017-04-nanoparticle-vaccine-potential-immunotherapy-multiple.html
U.S. CONTINUES DEFENSIVE GERM WARFARE RESEARCH –
FDA questioned about genetically engineered HPV DNA in Gardasil – http://www.beyondconformity.org.nz/hilarys-desk/fda_questioned_about_genetically_engineered_hpv_dna_in_gardasil_worldwide
Before the First Cup with Jules – New Gardasil-9, FDA, Plum Island
Before the First Cup with Jules – Gardasil Vax Makes HPV Infection MORE Likely 4-30-2015 – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74mA2nrVM2g
Co-evolving Antivirals Aim to Keep Ahead of Fast-Changing Viruses – http://www.darpa.mil/news-events/2016-04-07a
DARPA INTERCEPT Program for Biodefense Countermeasures – https://globalbiodefense.com/2016/04/11/darpa-bto-intercept-therapeutic-platform/
Immunization Safety Review: SV40 Contamination of Polio Vaccine and Cancer –
Vaccines Cultured in Chick Embryos Contain Retroviruses With Cancer Risk to Humans – http://www.vaccines.me/articles/bdijz-vaccines-cultured-in-chick-embryos-contain-retroviruses-with-cancer-risk-to-humans.cfm
Pig Virus DNA Found in Rotavirus Vaccine –
Humans have antibodies reactive with Bovine leukemia virus –
Bovine Leukemia Virus DNA in Human Breast Tissue –
Bovine Leukosis Virus (BLV) on U.S. Dairy Operations, 2007 –
Executive Order — Advancing the Global Health Security Agenda
The Prion Chronicles: The Story Of Interferon – https://realitybloger.wordpress.com/2014/12/04/the-prion-chronicles-the-story-of-interferon/
Activation of the Human Immunodeficiency Virus Type 1 Long Terminal Repeat by Vaccinia Virus –
AIDS Epidemic Triggered by Smallpox Vaccine –
California School Provides Door to Door Vaccination!
Baboon Study Reveals New Shortcoming of Pertussis Vaccine –
Duration of virus shedding after trivalent intranasal live attenuated influenza vaccination –
Avian Flu Shedding –
Man Has Polio Virus Living in Gut for 30 Years –
Persistent measles virus infection of the intestine: confirmation by immunogold electron microscopy. –
Shape-Shifting Vaccines Wanted for Killer Viruses –
Trump administration removes Obama surgeon general – https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/apr/22/trump-administration-removes-surgeon-general-vivek-murthy
A run down on why RFK Jr is not a part of the anti-vaccine movement. He continues to support mandatory vaccines and doesn’t address the elephant sized hoax in the room, herd immunity myth.
The Deadly Impossibility Of Herd Immunity Through Vaccination, by Dr. Russell Blaylock: http://www.vaccinationcouncil.org/2012/02/18/the-deadly-impossibility-of-herd-immunity-through-vaccination-by-dr-russell-blaylock/
ROBERT KENNEDY JR VS TUCKER CARLSON (4/20/2017): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COm17PrYq38
Robert Kennedy Jr. wades into debate over mandatory vaccination bill: http://www.latimes.com/local/political/la-me-pc-robert-kennedy-jr-mandatory-vaccination-bill-20150407-story.html
Aydans Road to Recovery: https://aydansrecovery.wordpress.com/
Truther Talk: http://truthertalk.com/
April Boden joins Our Interesting Times to discuss the risks of vaccines as well as the origins of the medical industrial complex and how it relates to the New World Order.
April is the mother of three children, a former podcast host and a blogger. Her son Aydan contracted autism at age one after being vaccinated. Her website is aydansrecovery.wordpress.com.
Originally aired on April 11, 2017:
Tonight at 5pm PST – April Boden joins us to discuss vaccines and Aydan’s story. April Boden is a mom, former podcast host, and blogger, and joins us from https://aydansrecovery.wordpress.com to discuss the facts of vaccines that you won’t hear from your doctor or the MSM. April’s son, Aydan, contracted autism via vaccine when he was one year old. April has fought to expose vaccines and the agenda behind them for many years. This is a show you don’t want to miss. Join us live at 5pm.
Vaccination is The Best of All Possible Worlds
Why can’t the anti-vaccine movement win with its evidence?
Because vaccination isn’t a science…
Vaccination is a ritual, and ritual trumps data, facts and evidence.
Food for thought: what ritual does the anti-vaccine movement offer in place of vaccination? – Liam Scheff
The loss of a great hero…
Reading of ‘Just in case’ by Liam Scheff…
“This was begun as a letter I wrote to a friend, a “just in case.”
If things go badly for me, you can let people know it was the constant physical pain that did it; not a particular view of the world, not being negative about oil or cultural collapse, or politics or science or any other thing. If I weren’t being wracked by pain, brain shit, and the ungodly invasive ear shit, I’d be planning to travel, to get more into backwoods camping and building cabins, shelters, woodland gardens, etc… it’s on my mind. But this fucking goddamned disease, whatever it is, is stealing so much from me. I don’t know how much longer I can resist the desire to leave pain behind.
I’ve had so much time to think about this world, life and death; for someone who’s been critical of people and institutions, I find over and over again all that tasks me about the world, all of our misspent energy, all of our thoughtless, rudderless decisions and indecisions, adding up to calamity.
There is always plenty to hate in it, of course, and we humans do that well. Humor, satire, pith, criticism…it’s a joy to hate the bad things, and a pleasure to love the beauty. To hate some of it and love a lot of it. And that mood passes, and I find, over and over again, all that I love in the world.
I love the poetry of it; endlessly, siempre, forever. I’ve noticed in myself the constant love of moments; the moon in all phases, relief in the arms of a loved one, the promise of lights in the distance; the blessed sounds of nighttime, moving across the landscape on bike or on foot; the passage of things, the endless metamorphosis of thought and shape and form; the feeling of simply ‘being.’ I’ve realized how much I enjoy the pure act of living. I perhaps haven’t noticed that enough, and indulged it enough, or simply acknowledged that my way of being, my internal poetry, was, in fact, ‘okay,’ and an acceptable way to be.
My mind is tasked, or was, on being productive in some way, useful, or working at some project or bit of learning or job. But it seems to me there was plenty I’ve not done – that I would wish to do, that would return me to working more with products of the natural world in constructing what people need to live. I had that in me once, but the information age captured my attention – like so many – and now I wonder what it, in total, was worth.
I should have stuck with carving wood and being a good artisan. Or, I should not have abandoned it. But that’s this century’s curse to its young. We were trained to value what was temporary, mechanical, shiny and unreal.
I’ve often focused on politics, or the negative politics of science, or religion – and given myself a task to uproot it, to find the deeper truths. That’s not always happy work, though it’s most often or always fascinating. I suppose I have so much Vulcan in me (that’s Spock, not Hephaestus, though maybe some of that, too) – that is, the mind that simply finds every unraveling of a mystery to be ‘fascinating.’ I joke with myself sometimes internally when doing these deep readings of the world… ‘Fascinating, Captain,’ my mind will say, to make me laugh at my own process.
But I’ve been able to realize, particularly in these last weeks and months, something I’ve always known. It’s why I would disappear on forever bike rides or walks. I’m always enraptured by the poetry of life; by the moments, large and small, that play out on the horizon, on the turning of the earth, in the curving of a street into the distance, of the color of the air as it meets sunlight; by passing faces, glances, whole worlds inside of people’s minds and souls that are always floating by…the sunlit romance of the world, always, always, always. The depths that can only be seen in the darkness. The paths that only show in moonlight.
I’ve always loved so much about being alive; but I’ve always been troubled and irritated by life, too. I suppose that’s this world: yin and yang. The beauty and the ugly… the stupid and obvious and needlessly thoughtless; and the sublime, the generous small beautiful tender moments in every sphere of our world..
I’ve had a lot of time to think about death too, as I seem often to be pointing there.
When I close my eyes for the hours of my worst pain and most hopeless moments, and I let myself feel death, feel the reality that is part of every single person’s life on earth…. when I don’t shrug or shirk or push it away…When I allow its embrace to guide me and talk to me…well… there are so many thoughts. I feel the sadness of leaving friends behind. Of leaving years unlived. Of leaving my beloved few behind to suffer the pain of losing me, as I lost my own beloved person six years ago, to a pain I didn’t think was possible to survive.
There is that; all the sorrow, all the pain, all the tears and crying and inveighing against a brutal, unkind, unfair, unreasonable universe that doesn’t seem to care at all for our notions of honor or fairness or justice, or even good. There is that, and a dozen dozen conversations about how the mind paints all the turns and episodes of life and asks us to judge ourselves as worthy or unworthy of somebody’s notion of value.
And that lingers, for a moment. Then it fades, and the tasks and duties and gossip and politics and ridiculous medieval machinery of this world recedes as though it were never there, never more than an idea, a whisper of a notion of no importance at all.
But remains the question: what then? What is on the other side of the veil?
I’ve laid up against it for months now, asking, wondering. There is a quiet darkness that answers only itself – dark and silent. A sea that we cannot penetrate from this side. No monsters except those from our psyche; no angels except those from our heart. Just unknown, silent and deep. Not busy, not bothered, not active; just silent and without worry for anything at all.
When in these states, when I’m sensing all I can, I don’t see anybody’s version of ‘heaven’ or ‘hell,’ these tales for children, or the child’s mind in all of us, to get us to conform to some set of rules or another. I’ve come to sense that all we know is delineated by a boundary. A dome in our internal sky that is the uppermost limit of our perception. Everyone’s internal world lives under this dome of perception. But we don’t see the dome; what we see is a movie screen.
All day, all year, all life long, we project our movies onto it, and we feel, think, know and presume these movies are real. We find people to argue with about which of our movies are true and real, and which are untrue and just “somebody else’s religion.”
But there is that dome, and I think it is quite real in all of us. Beyond it, I can’t tell you what I see….except…sleep.
Peaceful, uninterrupted sleep. I have no idea what is in the place that is the infinite source for all that is; for our finite musings and meddling on this manifested, mosquito and typhoid-ridden rock. This beautiful, big, blue (and white and yellow and red and every color) marble. I think we can’t know from here, much as we try, imagine or dream we can. I think some things are simply a mystery. Until you pass the boundary.
In truth, I hope and dream of a field of summer where loved ones can muse with each other in whatever way spirit communicates…I hope and dream for that warm place which I know we can’t describe from here, but which makes us whole again. I like that thought.
Anyway… Just writing to say: these are the thoughts. Among the sadness that I can’t seem to figure out how to get better. That there are things that broke in my cerebellum that I’m unable to coax back into the shape they once were.
The unfairness of it all. And it is bloody fucking unfair. And I know it, which only makes me cry.
It is unfair. I know it. I didn’t do anything to deserve being this sick. I went to the dentist and she performed too much too long too extended too deep too painful surgeries on my teeth with my neck too extended and too horizontal and something just… broke.
So…. in case anyone asks. That’s just some of it.
You know what you realize when you’re in some danger of leaving the planet….is what you’ll miss the most – is experiencing it. The simple and comforting narration our minds read for all of us, as we travel through life. We, our ‘atman’ perhaps, are our own best friends. We’re with ourselves longer than anyone, after all…and we see ourselves – this concept called ‘self’ – in the thousand moods and ten thousand moments that create our lives.
Such a mystery. I hope still to heal, but I’ll admit that I’m having doubts. But one can have hope that leaving pain behind is also healing.
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