Drink Your Own Poison...
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Humor me while I pretend not to be a second class citizen. I scratched my arm and Z gave me one of his bandaids. I'm told that camo is trending in first aid supplies.
I admit to the clickbait image. I’m grieving a few things and I want to talk about them. I want others to talk about them:
• Violation of human rights through mass experimentation.
• Loss of informed consent.
• Rejection of Nuremberg Code and Divine Law through coercion, manipulation, risk to health, marginalization, abuse of elderly, disable, and the poor.
• Use of faith to manipulate people into violating conscience.
• Abuse of religious authority to push secular political agenda.
• The new diabolical “theology” that the end justifies the means.
• The oppression of the Imago Dei
• Silencing, doxing, and harassing of professionals who oppose the political narrative.
• Division of communities into clean and unclean (the effective practice of every tyranny) defined by bandaids & papers.
But one grief is more profound than others…
That there are few Christians passionate enough to resist the murder of people for profit and health.
At my judgment, I won’t be able to bring theologians, doctors, or popes with me. Alone, my conscience will be laid bare to the depths, exposed to pure Goodness. And I will be held to account.
Fr. Michael Copenhagen puts it bluntly:
“My personal calculus in approaching this treatment is not complex. If you extract my family member’s organs while murdering her, and have the audacity to offer me a medicine produced either in her cultured cells or only use those cells to test your medicine, then I have one response for you: Keep your medicine. Or perhaps the words of the Benedictine prayer are more fitting: Drink your own poison.”
I've participated in this industry’s evil in the past. I am more careful now. I repent. God is a God of great mercy. Repent.
Part 2 HERE