Time for a Deep Breath. It's gotten too real.

I have abandoned my Substack for the past week. The image below describes how I’ve been feeling. And though this hasn’t happened in my own family yet, I can’t help feeling it’s only a matter of time.

So many of those I know and love are still willfully blind to the fact that they are being poisoned - one booster and one drug at a time. Even those who are incredibly intelligent and well-educated (ESPECIALLY those) seem unable to see what to me is bloody obvious. And this last week, I spent a lot of time grieving in advance and trying to figure out how the hell to reach them.

Still nothing.

All the questions and information fall on deaf ears. All I can do is love them unreservedly and pray they will be spared. Can any of you relate to this? Somehow, I think you can.

So I needed a bit of time to come to grips once again - it’s a vicious circle - with the idea that many of those I love are going to die too young because of the jabs and I will have to witness that.

It’s not all doom and gloom though.

This last week, my husband and I went to a local credit union to open up a joint account. We are moving what little cash we have out of one of the big banks and into somewhere we hope will be safer and more respectful of our rights.

The woman who helped us with the paperwork asked if I was one of the AVN Doreys.

Uh oh, I thought…here we go!

But it wasn’t at all what I thought.

She proceeded to tell me that she went to a talk I gave before her now 17-year-old son was born. After that, she and her husband agreed they would never vaccinate. She told me going to that talk had changed her family's life for the better. I told her hearing that story made my day! And I meant it.

Sometimes I feel that the last 30 years have been spent hitting my head against a very hard, very rough brick wall. But it only takes one story; one person who listened and heard to make it all worthwhile.

Thank goodness for those who were helped by something I said or did and are open enough to share that with me.

The brick wall isn’t getting any softer, but cracks are truly starting to appear and I can see a time when one more knock with my hard head will break through once and for all!