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!
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.
This mom shares her experience as an autism mom via an amazing essay she wrote. She also covers topics such as the abusive educational system, CDC ignorance, and why you should never ever think about giving your time, money and energy to Autism Speaks.
A MOTHER’S DESCRIPTION OF WATCHING HER SON SLIDE INTO AUTISM AFTER VACCINE…AND SHE WANTS HER SON BACK – GAIA HEALTH
CHILDREN ARE BEING SEVERELY HARMED BY OBSTETRICIANS AND PEDIATRICIANS
3-17 – This video is about infants and very young children being severely harmed by obstetricians and pediatricians. Jeanice Barcelo interviews April Boden, the mother of a vaccine injured child. April describes her journey to motherhood as one of trauma and abuse at the hands of a psychopathic obstetrician who never even bothered to make eye contact with her during labor or childbirth. Numerous unnecessary ultrasounds during pregnancy, combined with a forced induction that was halted due to a nurse’s intervention, as well as amniotomy, pitocin, and 25 failed epidural attempts, made her birthing experience absurdly traumatic both for herself and her son, Aydan. Despite being separated from her son for SIX HOURS after birth, April and Aydan were recovering successfully from birth trauma and bonding strongly. Then disaster hit. Just after Aydan had turned 1, he was given several vaccines at once and he suffered neurological and physical damage that led to autism. April describes her experience of watching the changes in her son, which include loss of speech and repeatedly walking around in circles on tippy toes when at the playground. Despite the obvious vaccine injury, the pediatrician continued to insist that Aydan was “within the normal range” and that vaccines could not possibly have caused a problem.
Please listen to this amazing mother’s story and tune in to Ty Bollinger’s new docu-series, “The Truth about Vaccines,” during which April and her son will be interviewed. You can view the series here: The Truth About Vaccines
This last April just in time for Autism Awareness Month.. which I hate by the way, as I see it as nothing more than an in your face ritual child sacrifice to the cult of Baal or the God Moloch or some other such demonic being… Or at the least a marketing strategy that morbidly celebrates chemically induced brain damage… But anyway.. I hate autism awareness month and it’s not just that I hate it but for the past several years April is a month that brings out the worst in my severely autistic son, Aydan’s symptoms.. Could it be histamine? Or seasonal changes or what?? We’ve tested couldn’t find anything but yet it still happens.. Sound familiar autism moms?
Anyway.. though my name is April, I hate the month of April.. When T.S. Eliott wrote ‘April is the cruelest month..’ he wasn’t lying.. So, I ignored the Vaxxed news. I didn’t have time to dwell on a film about what had happened to my vaccine injured child, as I was too busy dealing with my vaccine injured child. I wasn’t on any social media and didn’t have any interest, I just wanted my child to get better.. I just wanted to be his mommy and nothing else.
In the month of May I received an email notifying me that to my surprise a screening was about 5 minutes from my house with a filmmakers’ Q & A directly following the show. I live in a small town about an hour north of Los Angeles where the screening had appeared previously on my son’s birthday (ironically in April), so I didn’t go to that one nor do I go to much anything that is an hour away.. But here it was just 5 minutes.. I could get away for a couple of hours and go see it; and I did.
I knew what the film was about. I knew just about all the information presented. I knew that the CDC lied about the MMR vaccine / autism connection. I knew that Andrew Wakefield was precisely correct and that everything he described happening to his patients all of whom had gut disease and were subsequently diagnosed with autism following MMR vaccination, happened to my son in the exact same way. I heard the mother’s in the film talk about their child’s regression into autism following MMR and it was exactly what had happened to mine. I heard these stories 1000s of times from 1000s of parents..
So, I sat in the theater and expected to be under-whelmed by the information since after all I knew everything, right? What I didn’t know was how seeing our story play out before my eyes would affect me emotionally. Within the first 5 minutes I began to bite my lip in an effort to try to prevent the tears from streaming down my face… I couldn’t stop them.. I tried to clear my eyes, so I could see the screen but I had to look away several times just to compose myself.. I cried because I thought of all the things I had been too busy to deal with in the previous month.. I cried because I thought of all the years of struggle and wasted time… I cried because I thought of my son and his gut pain and how he dealt with it by hurting himself and others at times.. I cried because I felt loss… I cried because I was angry that as mothers we told this story 1000s of times and that it took exposing a bunch of lying officials for anyone to care.. Or even half care… I cried because I couldn’t help myself, it was just too much…
At the end of the film when producer, Del Bigtree asked the families’ of the vaccine injured to stand, I stood.. I didn’t want to as my knees were knocking and I knew once again it would be hard to compose myself..
Many people at the end stuck around to socialize and talk to the filmmakers but I was eager to get home to my family and I knew my time was limited. When I arrived at home I could see a group of not to happy people. Chaos had ensued and yet another melt down had occurred followed by a number two, bathroom accident because well.. My son received the MMR vaccine and developed gut disease and was subsequently diagnosed with autism.. I mean.. Do I really need to keep saying this? This scene has been common place since about mid-February and the thing that prompted me to write this essay is that it happened two more times just today.. And ‘yes’ he is toilet trained and ‘yes’ we have seen the doctor and run the tests and the tests have rendered us no answers.. Sound familiar autism moms?
So back to my review of Vaxxed.. I’m glad this information has finally come out of the shadow and into the light. I’m grateful that there’s been a whistle-blower who had a crisis of conscience that will hopefully spare many children from the same fate as my son. This film has awakened many including members of my own family to the truth, which is undeniably a positive move in the right direction.. But I still have to clean up poop from the porch and bring out my carpet cleaner a couple of times a week.. My son still has to suffer with severe gut pain and little to no ability to express his feelings… And I as his mother suffer right along with him. I wrote an essay about 6 years ago where I stated I would give my life to God if I could take away one.. just ONE vaccine that had been given to my son, because I know that seemingly small thing would make his life better today. So Vaxxed? Yes, it’s good film, an important film that everyone should see but it is a story about real people, a story about real suffering and a story that should have never needed to be told.. And unfortunately, it’s a story that can’t take away the damage that has been done.
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 question.. to which I continue not to fully know the answer.
When I heard the diagnosis, I was not surprised; I had already diagnosed him myself. I wanted the experts to stamp their seal of approval, so that all the powers that be would move us into action and bing bang boom.. we’d get this puzzle solved. I quickly learned, the system doesn’t work like that. When asking for help in ‘the system’ you must scream and claw and cite scientific journals and hire lawyers and argue evidence based vs. emerging evidence based vs. alternative and so on and on… This was certainly not the loving and accepting upbringing I had imagined for my child.
Aydan was 2 1/2 then and in the years to follow I would indeed make numerous mistakes in my pursuit for help. I remember the feeling of urgency, the constant reminders that this ‘window of opportunity’ would close at around 6 years old and the child would be too far out of reach to return. The clock was ticking and I moved fast.. Too fast as I should have seen then what I see so clearly now… A 2 1/2 year old child with autism, is a 2 1/2 year old child. We didn’t need the system, we didn’t need to move fast, we only needed each other.
9 years later we can do nothing about the mistakes from the past.. The futile fights with the system, the sterile rooms we sat in, the premature entry into school at age 3, the countless therapies that would follow, none of which were truly capable of addressing his needs. I understand the desire to stay positive and optimistic about the future. Certainly it isn’t prudent to continually beat yourself up about the past but personally, I have never appreciated the cliché sayings that make their way on many a Facebook meme, such as ‘There are no mistakes, only lesson..’ or ‘There are no mistakes, only opportunities’.. and possibly my least favorite, ‘There are no mistakes, only happy accidents…’ Interesting how I don’t remember being ‘happy’ during any of these events and I sure could have managed with fewer ‘opportunities’, especially at the expense of my innocent son.
Today almost 9 years has past and on paper we see all the milestones that have been missed, all the ‘opportunities’ that have passed, all the childhood experiences he’ll never have, which leaves me asking, what now? So, now I look back at that original day. I think of the sterile waiting room and I ask myself, if I had to do over would I have just taken those papers in hand and simply walked away from it all? Those papers that would brand my son with a label for life, enabling him access to all the ‘services’ within the system that never served his needs at all. Maybe I wouldn’t have even went into the sterile room.. Maybe I wouldn’t have even parked the car.. Maybe I wouldn’t have even made the initial phone call to get the appointment.. I mean what did those papers tell me about my son? What insights did they offer?? They state what he could and could not do.. what skills were age appropriate and which were delayed (most were delayed).. they would state if the delay was mild, moderate, severe or profound.. they would suggest which treatments were required, behavioral therapy, speech therapy, occupational therapy.. But did they encapsulate my son? Did they offer the truth? Could they measure his worth? Did they know his value? How much is your child worth? How many hours.. how much money.. how much time would you give for them… Could these papers provide answers to these questions?
Perhaps rather than look for answers from the powers that be, I needed to just look for answers from the powers within… The powers within us both.
So again the question remains, what now? Now I take the ‘lessons’ that I have learned and move forward. The first lesson being, I can’t do this alone.. I can’t take my 1000s of hours of research and out-smart autism.. I can’t use my intellect to dig just a little deeper, work just a little harder, spend just a few more hours and then expect the answers to be revealed.. What I do now is I stand naked and vulnerable and ask for divinity.. I was not raised with religion nor did my upbringing include many conversations about the spirit world or God but I know now there is only so much that is in control of man.
I ask for prayers and support among the readers who find this.. I ask for compassion from onlookers at the grocery store who watch my 11-year-old child thrust himself upon the ground when this world becomes more than he can take. It has become more than I can take too… I don’t give up.. No.. Never… But I surrender to the universe, I surrender to God and look for guidance. I ask you now, God if there is a window of opportunity and that window has closed on my son that you place the rock in my hand strong enough to shatter it to pieces… Please help me find the way and I will not let you down.
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