Once upon a time…….. by Lori Pollard
After fighting in a terrible war, a young man came home victorious, but changed.
No more could he understand why one man could hate another. He voiced this displeasure and became an odd man out. He spent many a lonely day.
One day he met a lovely young lady, whose family shared a similar view of the world. They saw people as people. Not as Us and Them.
This young man and young lady fell in love. Soon they married and started a family.
First a baby girl blessed their home, then a boy, followed soon after by another bouncing baby boy.
But the third baby was sickly.
And at just a few months old stopped breathing.
He was rushed to the village’s medicine man, cared for lovingly, and survived.
This sweet baby of this loving young couple however did not grow in the manner of the other children. He was happy, and playful, full of joy.
But he never spoke
That did not stop this family from seeing him as a person. He was still their beloved boy.
But the rest of their big village did not see him that way.
He became a thing.
Something to get rid of.
And the village pushed and prodded and finally tore the boy away from his loving family.
He was locked away in a dungeon. Tortured at times, ignored at others.
The family would make the trek to the dungeon as often as they could. Shower their boy with the love he so deserved, but were pushed away by the jailers every time they came.
That didn’t stop them.
Finally, the village started to see that the dungeon was not the right place for people like this boy.
The village was not ready to see him as a person, yet they were starting to understand the horrors that happened behind those walls were not right. Should not happen. Ever.
But it was too late for the boy. Now a young man, his body tortured for so many years, he died soon after he escaped those walls.
But the family never stopped fighting for him. And others like him.
You see, he was my brother.
Today, there may not be institutions or sanitaria, but there are still people who do not see people as people. People who see their own children as unworthy to exist as the person they are. I and my family will not rest while this still happens in our midst.
There is a terrible “treatment” for autism. A “cure” that a growing number of parents are turning to because they do not accept that their autistic child is in fact a person.
They have made their own home the dungeon.
Not to hide their child away, but to change their child. They believe autism robs their child of their very being. And they seek to remove that which is in fact innate.
These parents turn to an underground, banned treatment. Ignore the danger, the pain, the horror they are inflicting upon their child. Just as the misguided village and jailers of the past, they believe they are helping their child, helping society, and feel vindicated, validated.
So they ignore their child’s pleading, pained cries. The fevers, the rashes, the vomiting, the blood, all signs of poisonous torture.
They celebrate and encourage each other.
They teach each other how to avoid persecution from the village that now knows it is wrong to punish a soul for simply being.
The proponents of Chlorine Dioxide (often referred to as MMS or CD) will wax euphoric about the “worms” they have found in their child’s stool, which are in actual fact mucous and intestinal lining eaten away by CD. Bleach. Yes, CD is BLEACH and that is what they are forcing into their children.
These parents will fight you and say CD is not bleach, but it is. A simple search can tell you that. It is why CD is banned for human consumption at levels exponentially smaller than the amounts CD-ers inflict on their children. In forced enemas. Dosing in their baby’s bottle. Proudly bragging of being sprayed in feces as their child struggled in vane to get away from the tubes being forced inside them. Post pictures for the world to see. Slap each other on the back and say “Great Job Mom”. “Great Job Dad”.
The fact that a segment of the population can think in this day and age that poisoning their child is not only acceptable, but something to be celebrated, all in the effort to make them conform to a “norm” is terrifying.
Suffer the little children not.
Spread the word.
Help people understand that parents forcing bleach into children IS happening, in greater and greater numbers, and that the practice MUST be stopped!!
The dungeons never went away.
They just moved into people’s own homes.