How My Life Got Flipped Upside Down

To quote the Fresh Prince,

“Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped - turned upside down...”

I’ve always considered myself a good person. I’ve done unto others etc. A few mistakes and misdemeanours along the way (I stole lipstick and gum for a dare as a teenager and might have helped myself to Dad’s wallet every now and then), but for the most part, I’ve done as I should.

I did last year. Being a good little citizen and believing what the Government and the Ministry of Health told me to do for the good of myself, my family, friends and community, I got my first vaccination.

I did have a slight gnawing in my gut about it and spoke to my husband, a surgeon, who assured me he had read the science which backed it up and it was the right thing to do.

Cut to July 2021 and my lovely Mum had a stroke within two weeks of her first shot. I didn’t think much of it – she was 85, although she looked 10 years younger.

The hospital could not explain the stroke. We were told the MRI showed the heart and brain of a 50-year-old. She had two tiny blood clots in her left lung but the doctors said they were so small they could not attribute the stroke to them.

Overnight my Mum went from a fit, healthy, independent woman living on three acres in a two-storey, five-bedroom home, to a frail shadow of herself unable to walk without assistance, with little strength and dependent on us for everyday care.

When she was discharged from the hospital to come home to us to recuperate, the discharging doctor said something that perked up my ears. She had been prescribed blood thinners for nine weeks to dissolve the small clots in her lung. As she went to leave the room, the doctor turned back and asked Mum if she’d had her Covid vaccination. Mum told her she’d had the first one. The doctor told her not to have her second one for nine weeks.

Sadly I dismissed that as a coincidence.

Then my son and I had our second shots within days of each other. I was practically bedridden for three weeks while at the time trying to look after my frail Mum. I had chronic fatigue, all over flu-like body aches, weakness in my joints and what felt like electrical impulses jerking my legs. I saw my GP and said I thought it was from the vaccine. She told me she was due for her booster and was worried about its effects and went on to prescribe me steroids. I declined and sought alternative therapy.

My 18 year old jolly, joking, effervescent son ended up in hospital with heart palpitations, chronic fatigue and musculoskeletal pain. He was also prescribed steroids. Over the next few months, he continued to try and live life as normal but the pain and fatigue would worsen with any activity and some days having a shower was all he could manage. I wish I could have switched places with him.

That was it for me. Too many coincidences.

I started doing my own research and joined a few information sharing and chat groups. Within minutes of joining one particular group I funnily enough (or maybe it was fate) was contacted by a lovely lady who had worked with my husband but had been mandated out because she’d refused to have the vaccination. Her workmates had always considered her a conspiracy theorist. “Are you going down the rabbit hole?” she messaged me. I was. Hard and fast.

I shut off the MSM. I stopped looking to the Government as the sole source of truth.

With my friend’s help, I researched papers and journals and watched countless interviews with independent scientists, medical experts, vaccinologists, infectious diseases specialists, lawyers, former heads of WHO and big pharma and the many, many jab-injured, some with the same outcomes my Mum, son and I had suffered, some much, much worse.

During this time I also started questioning why the Government was flip-flopping around with its messages and measures for Covid. And why the MSM was not calling them out on it.

First masks did no good. Kids were immune. Two shots and we’re good to go. The vaccine is safe and effective. Then, oddly, two shots were not enough because the vaccine had proved not to be that effective. I already knew by then it definitely wasn’t safe for everyone. Boosters were then recommended (desperately beseeched). Masks and vaccine passes became mandatory for adults. Then suddenly kids also needed the jab and the masks.

More research revealed more, worrying motives for the Government’s actions. Distracted by the dreaded disease, ever over-reaching, questionable laws were being shoved through Parliament with little to no consultation. The plans for digital IDs and finance and a social credit system started to become clear.

And so, within a few months, I was becoming labelled by some of my friends as a full-blown “conspiracy theorist”.

I have lost those few friends now. But that does not compare to those who have lost their jobs, their livelihoods, their homes, had families separated and divided and have had their physical and mental health irrevocably damaged.

A very hard battle I had was with my husband. Years of trusting in the health system, medical experts and Government created a cognitive dissonance that he struggled with. He accepted that there were vaccine-injured even among our own family but could not believe that his profession or those elected by the people for the people would harm us.

In all of our happy 25 years of marriage, we were on opposite teams. We had terrible arguments, many ending in tears, mainly his not mine (joke), and I honestly got to the point where I thought we would have to call time. It has been a rough few months.

But as I gently (as in a ton of bricks) and occasionally (every minute of every day) shared the findings I had discovered with him, and as more people we knew came out with their stories, he started listening and questioning for himself.

It’s not been easy for him and I feel that. He wholeheartedly trusted in his profession and its oath to “First do no harm”. And in our Government to serve and do what’s best for its people. It was so very hard for him to accept that maybe they had a very dangerous alternative agenda for us.

At the end of the day, though, no matter how hard it got between us, our ultimate love and support for each other held us together.

I trust that love will bring our glorious nation back together; dissolve the division, segregation, hurt and mistrust caused by this Government and its media minions; restore our unity and faith in the beauty of this wondrous land and all of its peoples.

Thanks to the help of the amazing NZDSOS and a superb holistic doctor, my son is slowly but surely improving. I am also almost back to full health. My Mum is loving her new rest home and the people in it but will remain changed.

*Footnote:

How to create a totalitarian state 101:

• Control the media and you control the message
• Control healthcare and you control the people
• Control who owns weapons and the ability of the people to defend themselves
• Divide the people into the desirable and undesirable
• Control education and you control the next generation
• Remove the belief in God from the Government and schools
• Increase inflation so that everyday living becomes prohibitively expensive
• Create massive debt enabling increased taxes to produce further poverty
• Take control of every aspect of people’s lives – housing, food, income, education and socialisation