Priests in white coats kill a baby of the State

~a short story~

by Jon Rappoport

September 14, 2013

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I’m writing this on June 24, 2036.

Right now I have the dubious status of being the most wanted man in America. Number one on the FBI’s list.

Let them try to find me. I’m buried deep.

You all know the sensational story of Baby Joe and the Serenity Hospital in Tenafly, New Jersey. That is, you know what the press is reporting non-stop.

I’m here to correct the story. I’m here to talk to all the sleeping citizens in their homes and the bureaucrats and the police and the doctors and the lunatics in Congress and the parents who are taking orders from the State and the reporters who are selling themselves out every day of their lives and following the party line and the teachers who are trying to sound like doctors and the killers at the FDA and the DHS robots…

Here is what really happened at the hospital.

On June 1, at three in afternoon, after the mother of Joe had been in labor for an hour or so, the doctor gave her a shot and let her float. Then he delivered Joe, who started crying. A nurse calmed him down. They put Joe on his mother’s belly and she reached for him and took him in her arms.

A new doctor walked into the room and held up a syringe and said he was going to give Joe a shot. The Hepatitis B vaccine.

There was no argument, contrary to what the Times wrote. The mother said, “I only have sex with my husband, and I’m not an IV drug user.” Those were her words.

She said this because the Hepatitis B vaccine is supposed to prevent Hepatitis, which comes through sexual transmission and IV drug use.

The doctor said, “It’s mandatory. Your baby has to have the vaccine. And I can already see he has a problem. His head is lolling a little. His eyes are unfocused.”

This was a lie. The baby’s eyes were closed. His head wasn’t lolling, it was cradled in his mother’s arms.

The mother did not then sit up in bed. She didn’t threaten a lawsuit. She didn’t argue. She just said, “No vaccine.” Again, the Times was wrong.

The doctor said, “I can’t release the baby from the hospital until he has the shot. If you won’t give your permission, I’ll have to notify Child Services. They’ll send someone over. You don’t want that.”

He stepped over to the mother and bent down and looked at the baby. He said to the mother, “You and the baby are in our care. We have to do what’s best for both of you.”

She said, “Joe is mine.” She didn’t tell the doctor not to touch Joe. The Times misreported that, too.

The doctor said, “You’re covered under national insurance. The rules say we decide what’s best for the baby. If you refuse treatment, you can be deleted from the program. You’ll be uninsured.”

Once more, the mother said, “No vaccine.”

The doctor said, “I’ll have to call Child Services, and they’ll bring the police with them.”

Now, the mother sat up in bed. She tried to shake off the effects of the pain killer. She said, “The government doesn’t own my baby.”

The doctor said, “No, but we control its medical treatment. You have to go along with this. And if you refuse, then the State does take custody of the baby. Then the State decides everything that happens to the baby.”

The mother said, “They can’t own my boy.”

A nurse standing next to the doctor said, “They can. They will. And a judge will back that up.”

I was standing in the room. That’s how I know everything that was being said.

And I acted on it.

I said to the doctor, “Back away.”

He looked at me. He said to his nurse, “Call security.”

She took out her cell and pressed a button.

The doctor said to me, “You realize this baby has to come to the hospital every three months for the next six years, for checkups? I’ll be here. If I say he’s depressed, I’ll put him on an anti-psychotic, or any drug I choose. If I say he has ADHD, I’ll give him some kind of amphetamine. I’m the one who decides.”

I walked over to the doctor and grabbed him by the throat.

I didn’t punch him. I didn’t try to strangle him. I just put him under control for the moment. I said, “Don’t move.”

He didn’t move.

Then I kneed him hard in the groin. He yelled and I let go of his throat. He doubled over and fell on the floor.

There was a second nurse in the room. She laughed and said, “Damn!”

So this was the situation. The mother was still holding Joe. She was looking at me. Her expression, understandably, was one of shock. The baby was all right. He wasn’t crying. He was lying with his head on his mother’s chest.

The second doctor, who had delivered Joe, backed up against the wall. He was afraid. The nurse who’d signaled for security bent down to help the doctor who was on the floor. The nurse who laughed stood near the bed and just smiled.

The nurse who was bending down helping the doctor on the floor looked up at me and said, “You’re going to the psych ward.”

“No I’m not,” I said.

“You’re a terrorist,” she said.

I didn’t bother to reply to that.

The nurse who was smiling took a step toward me. She said, “By the time this baby is four years old, he’s going to have sixty shots. The vaccines have poison in them. Aluminum, mercury, formaldehyde, foreign genes. I’m not going to do this anymore.”

She didn’t say, as the Times reported, that she was going to help me get out of the hospital. She didn’t say, “I’m a rebel.” I know she’s in the hospital psyche ward, as I write this. I’m sure they’ve drugged her.

Then, before I realized what was happening, the nurse who was helping the doctor on the floor, picked up the syringe, walked over to Joe and injected him with the vaccine. It happened fast. The baby screamed.

I walked out of the room. I made it to the elevator before security arrived. I got off in the lobby and was in the street when I heard alarm bells ringing.

I caught a taxi and rode a few miles north in the city. Then I took a subway east and…that’s all you need to know about my escape route.

The press has reported that Joe died because I attacked him. The mother was taken into “protective custody,” so we won’t be hearing from her.

I’m now wanted for murder. The press is stating I’m an investigator for a “militia-style” anti-vaccine group called Stop Injection.

DHS has labeled me a domestic terrorist. If I’m caught, I could spend the rest of my life in prison. The vice-president of the United States has said I should be shot if I resist arrest.

This tells you how hard the government is protecting the pharmaceutical industry. Now that vaccines are mandated for every child by federal law, we’re a nation under the gun and the needle.

The government will do whatever it takes to inject poison into children. They don’t care about the truth. They’re covering up the actual rates of injury and death from vaccinations. They’re labeling these injuries with various disease names.

They’re even using tax dollars to fund research into finding the germs that “cause” these diseases, when they know it’s the vaccines.

The sun may be shining where you are, and it may be a beautiful day, but we’re all living in a concentration camp, where doctors inject poison into every child.

If you believe what I’m saying is true, the government and its media allies will call you a primitive savage or a religious nut. That’s how they keep the population under control.

There is no way out of this except by active resistance.

I have files with me. Every week or so, I’ll be releasing portions of them. Evidence that the State has been lying to you about vaccines. Evidence that the human damage and destruction is much, much greater than you imagine.

The government has banned many independent reports and books about vaccines and taken them out of circulation.

I see there are rumors about whether I’m still in the country or have fled to another nation and secretly applied for political asylum. Let me set the record straight. In this world, as it exists now, no nation would grant me protection.

I could steal secrets about US war plans or about surveillance of private citizens or rigged elections, and I’d be able to live in some distant place and avoid extradition. But when it comes to titanic medical crimes, there is no safe haven.

You should visit a kindergarten or elementary school at your earliest convenience. Notice the burgeoning enrollments in special ed units. Many of these children have suffered vaccine damage, as well as the toxic effects of psychiatric drugs and “ordinary” medicines.

Even in conventional normal classes, schools have vastly simplified lesson-plans, because the children can’t handle the usual material. They, too, many of them, are dealing with neurological damage.

The state-sanctioned daily “periods of silence” for meditation are now longer. This is an attempt to avoid the burden of trying to teach physically compromised children how to read, write, and do arithmetic. The “social interaction studies” are gaining as well. Sitting, talking, sharing—this postpones the moment when the teacher actually has to embark on substantive instruction.

Everything possible is being done to prevent an individual child from having to stand on his own merit—and reveal his educational deficiencies.

Last year’s outbreak of pertussis among thousands of children in Indiana? The State suppressed a report revealing upwards of 80% of those children had been vaccinated against pertussis—the real cause of the outbreak was the vaccine.

A hundred thousand people in Southern India suddenly developed paralysis last summer, as health workers were injected 14 million residents with the Gates-Buffet polio vaccine. This, too, was shut out of the press.

There is much, much more.

I only ask that you examine the information I’ll be releasing shortly. Then you can make up your own minds.

My files are divided into four sections:

unpublished drug-company studies that document maiming and death in an extraordinary number of children who were given vaccines in clinical trials;

company and FDA data analyzing intended and unintended toxic ingredients in several dozen vaccines;

unpublished government statistics on outbreaks and epidemics caused by vaccines;

drug-company memos documenting over 50 refusals to carry out studies comparing the health of vaccinated and unvaccinated children.

The holocaust is here. It has been here for some time.

Now, in June of 2036, the President has just announced he is calling on DHS to make sure mandatory vaccination is enforced to the fullest. This means you’ll be seeing agents in your cities and towns. In your schools.

In addition to that, a combined CDC/World Health Organization “crisis group” is moving into 30 major cities to monitor vaccination sites and guarantee they are adequately staffed.

There remain three questions. How did Joe die in the hospital? How did I obtain all these secret files? Who am I?

I came by the files through a government whistleblower you’ve never heard of. He was researching this subject for a book on his own. He gave up and passed his work to me. I took it because I wanted to learn the truth and the facts.

I have some medical training. I have a license as a physician’s assistant. I obtained a job at Serenity Hospital so I could investigate reports of extreme vaccine damage there. I belong to no group.

The Times articles were correct on one point. Joe’s body was cremated within two hours of his death. There can only be one reason for that. Hospital officials wanted to avoid a coroner’s investigation that would show the Hepatitis B vaccine killed him.

He was a healthy baby. I was in the room. I saw that.

Who are the real terrorists here?

As a child, I incurred damage as a result of vaccines and medical drugs. You probably did, too, because all Americans are forcibly enrolled in the national health insurance plan at birth.

This is a system that extends from cradle to grave. That’s the whole point. Imagine a long, long line of millions and millions of people trudging through life, receiving 40 or 50 diagnoses of diseases and disorders as they go. With each drug prescription, they develop new symptoms, and these symptoms are then called diseases, requiring more toxic treatments.

It’s controlled life in half-light, and it moves inexorably toward the cemetery.

Is a population like this even going to be able to think about the political condition in which they find themselves?

There was a turning point in the first decade of the 21^st century. The Congress, under tremendous pressure, without considering that they were supposed to represent the people, passed into law the skeleton of the present government health insurance plan.

It was hailed as a humanitarian victory.

But people in power knew what it really was. And they didn’t care.

People above them in the food chain not only knew what it was, they insisted on it. They intended to use this heinous system as an instrument of control.

And now, in 2036, here we are.

Essentially, the country is on lockdown. We live in a medical police state.

It’s called good science. It’s called greatest good for the greatest number. It’s called enlightened democracy.

Perhaps you read about the recent death of the oldest serving US Senator, Nancy Reid. One of the architects of the original vote that brought national healthcare into being, she died at a California rest home, when she leaped from the balcony of her 19^th floor suite.

For the last years of her life, she was living in a psychotic state, having been driven mad by a cocktail of psychiatric drugs that cause motor brain damage and several rounds of “preventive” chemotherapy, which did, in fact, prevent the cells of her body from reproducing.

One more casualty in the war that never ends.

The United States is party to an international treaty that forbids the use of chemical weapons. What I’m describing in this message…I wish I could go back into the past and alert the people of, say, 2013, who were watching their government debate a proposed attack on a country called Syria, based on a charge that the president of that country deployed chemical weapons on his people.

The debate took place at the time when the US medical system was killing, at minimum, 225,000 Americans every year, like clockwork, with its medicines.

What kind of ignorance and brainwashing did it take, then, to make the people of the United States overlook the fact that this was sustained chemical warfare at home, on themselves.

Legal, praised, heralded chemical warfare.

Delivered by needles, by pills.

Every hour of every day.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29^th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

“What concerns all of us at this time”

by Jon Rappoport

September 13, 2013

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Right now, of course, it’s the war on Syria. Last month, it was something else. And next month, it’ll be something else.

We’re looking at one op after another, one crime after another, one cover-up after another, one threat, one psyop after another. It never ends.

To a significant degree, all these operations are just that, planned moves. And they do concern all of us, because the scope of the operations is vast.

However, on another level, these ops are designed for the purpose of engaging all of us so that we’ll keep thinking in terms of the group (“all of us”)…and never think about anything else.

If you can tune up the population to keep thinking about the group, the collective, you’ve got them.

Hence, the title of this piece: “What concerns all of us at this time.”

But what about: what concerns NONE of us at this time.

What about that?

What about what doesn’t even exist at this time?

What about what has yet to be imagined and created?

Who handles that?

What department do you contact to find out about THAT?

Well, you can consult DARPA or any number of think-tanks or the CIA, but again, these blueprints of the future involve all of us.

I’m talking about something else:

That discredited and stepped-on and discounted faculty of the individual called imagination which, by the way, is not a container holding shielded secrets, but is instead a capability of invention.

Everything mind control ever was, is, or will be, is ultimately aimed at producing amnesia about that capability. Therefore, when you bring up the subject of imagination, most people just shake their heads and move on. They are clueless about their own astonishing power.

Being ignorant, they are easy marks. They can be cajoled into spending their whole lives thinking about “what concerns us most at this time.”

When I put together my two mega-collections, The Matrix Revealed and Exit From the Matrix, I was cognizant of this. But I also knew there were people out there who were looking for something else, something beyond group concerns that could trap them forever— concerns that build a wall between them and their own creative power.

Creative power—this “little selfish preoccupation,” as it’s been called—is the difference between night and day, civilization and chaos, desire fulfilled and victimhood, life-force and walking death, deception and insight, fierce joy and a sinkhole in which the same emotions go around and around and around.

The reason behind the reason I write about fraud and crime and conspiracy in public life is: I want to expose how reality is being built for us. How perverse designers are constructing a collective mural of existence.

Understanding that, one can begin to see how he can create other realities—without end.

It’s as if we’re living in a huge room with no ceiling and yet we’re behaving as if there is a ceiling 10 feet high. The “10- feet high” is the result of amnesia about our own imaginations.

The purpose of the collective is destruction of imagination.

But imagination can never be destroyed. All individuals can do is force themselves to stay asleep about it.

Or decide to wake up.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29^th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

by Jon Rappoport

September 10, 2013

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“Well,” Jimmy’s teacher said, “we’re trying to emphasize cooperation. But Jimmy has another agenda. He apparently wants to stay separate from the other children.”

“Yes,” the principal said. “It’s matter of psychology. You see, separateness breeds conflict. On a larger scale, this is why nations have wars.”

“Agreed,” said the school superintendent. “We want each child to see the reflection of himself in the other children. And we want him to see the reflection of everyone else in himself.”

“You lost me there,” Jimmy’s father said. He was trying to remain calm.

A week ago, Jimmy, six years old, was sitting in class drawing. The teacher had taped a sketch of a face on the blackboard. She was taking the students through a step-by-step process aimed at getting them to reproduce the face in their notebooks.

She walked up and down the rows, and when she came to Jimmy, she saw he was drawing a very different face. It wasn’t bland. It was the face of a woman laughing. The face was floating among trees in a forest.

She stopped. The drawing looked very real.

“Jimmy,” she said, “this isn’t the face we’re all working on.”

He looked up at her.

“I know,” he said.

“So why are you doing this other one?”

He shrugged.

She said, “When we’re done, we’re all going to put our drawings on the blackboard and see what they look like. But your face will be different.”

“So?” he said.

She felt a wave of anger sweep through her. She controlled it.

“The other children will be confused when they see your face,” she said.

Jimmy shrugged again.

“I won’t put your face on the blackboard,” the teacher said.

“Okay,” Jimmy said.

After class, the teacher went to the principal and they sat down and looked through Jimmy’s file. They noticed that Jimmy had once worn an unusual T-shirt to school. It had a photo of a crown on it.

Another child had asked the gym teacher what the crown was.

Now, sitting in the meeting with the teacher, the principal, and the superintendent, Jimmy’s father said, “Jimmy just likes crowns. I don’t know why.”

“Well,” the teacher said, “a crown is a symbol of monarchy. One ruler over all the people.”

The principal said, “That other child felt confused when she saw the T-shirt. Confusion is an indicator that the communal spirit has been , well, interrupted.”

The superintendent said, “A crown can also have religious connotations.”

“Look,” Jimmy’s father said, “we were at a garage sale. Jimmy saw the T-shirt and liked it. So I bought it for him.”

“You let him wear a T-shirt from a garage sale?” the teacher said.

“We washed it first,” Jimmy’s father said.

“The point is,” the superintendent said, “we’re trying to foster a spirit of unity among the children. I’m sure you can see the value of that. Separateness is the problem. It means a child thinks he’s more important than the others. It’s a behavioral problem. The child can’t understand that we’re all One.”

“What does that mean?” Jimmy’s father said.

“It means the higher reality is Oneness.”

“I still don’t understand,” Jimmy’s father said.

The superintendent frowned.

“Jimmy drew a face that was very different. It wasn’t part of the lesson. Not only that, the face was disturbing.”

“Why?” Jimmy’s father said.

“Because it didn’t relate.”

“Didn’t relate to what?” Jimmy’s father said.

“To what children think about when they have a spirit of unity and when they share that spirit.”

“That’s interesting,” Jimmy’s father said. “So there is this spirit of unity, and children can share it. And when they do, they stop thinking about certain other things.”

“That’s one of way of putting it,” the superintendent said. “Do you teach Jimmy drawing at home?”

“No,” Jimmy’s father said. “He draws by himself. He likes it.”

“But,” the teacher said, “something must be going on at home.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Jimmy’s father said.

“You’re teaching him something at home.”

“Not really. I read to him.”

“What do you read?”

“The Wizard of Oz. Alice in Wonderland.”

Ah,” said the principal, “I see.”

“What do you see?” Jimmy’s father said.

“The boy doesn’t understand the text. It’s too advanced. So he substitutes his own images and ideas while you’re reading to him. And this takes him…away.”

“Away?”

“Yes. Into his own thoughts.”

“Actually, he does understand the books. I explain things when he has questions. But what’s wrong with his own thoughts?”

The principal said, “They’re…random. He fixates on those thoughts. And that takes him into a private world. When he comes to class, he’s still there. He can’t really perceive his classmates. He can’t see that he and they are One. He’s drifting. He’s isolated. It means he’s selfish. He doesn’t accept our curriculum. He doesn’t agree with it. He won’t develop a communal understanding.”

Jimmy’s father said, “I don’t think he’s selfish. And he can read. He can write, too. He has a notebook. He writes in it.”

“That notebook,” the superintendent said, “could be revealing.”

“What?” Jimmy’s father said.

“Yes. It could show that he’s…”

“Using his imagination?” Jimmy’s father said.

“Imagination,” said the teacher, “is a general word. It covers a very large territory. You see, Jimmy is using his imagination to remove himself from the energy of the class. There is an energy, you know. It’s universal. It’s everywhere. We have a choice. We can connect with it, or we can reject it.”

“An energy,” Jimmy’s father said. “What happens when we connect with it?”

The teacher smiled.

“We move into higher consciousness. We all share in that consciousness. We suddenly understand how futile our separate lives are. Instead of believing we have separate minds, we see that we’re tapping into one greater mind.”

Jimmy’s father nodded.

“And this is very important to you,” he said.

“Yes,” the principal said. “There are many implications. For example, suppose a great leader arose in our midst. A leader who is the expression of that greater mind. And then suppose we were all living little separate lives. We wouldn’t recognize the leader. He would go unnoticed. That would be a tragedy.”

The teacher said, “It’s quite possible Jimmy has ADHD. A chemical brain imbalance. He should be referred to a psychiatrist for diagnosis.”

“But above and beyond that,” the principal said, “this is about a principle of interaction. The merging of, how shall I put it, individualistic traits into a higher arc.”

“Arc?” Jimmy’s father said.

“That’s right. The arc of unity. All civilizations have sought it. We’re finally on the road to achieving it.”

“Through education,” Jimmy’s father said.

“The enlightenment of young minds,” the teacher said. “We adults can only talk about these things and try to implement them. We’ve been conditioned to accept individuality as an ideal. But through the children, we can imbue a whole line of generations with non-separation.”

“Post-conflict awareness,” the superintendent said. “Society will finally grow up. For most of human history, our species has relied on a myth we told. We told it to ourselves. The myth of the individual. But now, because we have the technological means to make life supportable for everyone on the planet, we can dispense with that myth. It was necessary for a time. But now it’s outmoded.”

“So,” Jimmy’s father said, “my son really isn’t an individual.”

“Correct,” the teacher said. “He just thinks he is.”

“And what happens if he keeps thinking he is?”

“Well,” the principal said, “I’m afraid he’ll become greedy and selfish. He’ll become combative. He’ll put his own needs ahead of everyone else’s. His behavior will become ego-driven.”

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)

“Let me put it this way,” the superintendent said. “The shape of a society starts from a spiritual level. And on that level, a person can conceive of his life as distinct and unique, or he can realize that he is the manifestation of an energy that incorporates all of us. This energy is everywhere. It’s universal. Your son is a disconnected piece of energy that needs to reconnect.”

“So…” Jimmy’s father said, “what do you want me to do?”

“Well,” the superintendent said, “let’s have him see a psychiatrist for an interview. Let’s see what a professional can discover. Also, talk to your boy. Tell him that he needs to give us a chance to do what we do.”

“All right,” Jimmy’s father said. “I think I understand. I want to thank you for taking the time to give me a picture of what’s going on. I appreciate it.”

“Will you try to help us?” the teacher said.

“Jimmy’s father said, “I’m going to take Jimmy out of the system and home school him.”

Everything stopped.

There was a long silence in the room.

The superintendent said, “Home schooling breeds terrorists.”

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29^th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.