Offering Our Children on Big Pharma's Altar
mRNA vaccines are the gateway drugs to universal addiction and the transformation of our children into the "Internet of Bodies"
https://khmezek.substack.com/p/offering-...-on-big-pharmas
Karen Hunt aka KH Mezek
Sep 12

My drawing of a child with a smile drawn on her mask. As suggested by an ad on fun things to do with your children to make mask-wearing more normal.

RAND defines the Internet of Bodies as “a growing industry of devices that monitor the human body, collect health and other personal information, and transmit that data over the Internet.”

I say that children are the IoB because we are fast approaching the time when they will be so comfortably integrated with their monitoring devices that surviving without them will be unimaginable.

In The Silver Chair, which I also mention in The Demonization of the Unvaxxed, Jill and Scrubb are sent by the High King Aslan to find Prince Rilian, who has mysteriously disappeared. The children are joined on their quest by Puddleglum, a no-nonsense, down-to-earth Marshwiggle.

After many adventures, the three companions find themselves in the domain of the earthmen, deep beneath the land of the giants. There, they meet a knight who explains to them that each night he is plagued by psychotic episodes and must be bound to the Silver Chair until the episode is past. He warns them that under no circumstances, no matter how convincing or sane he appears to be, they must not release him or he will turn into a loathsome serpent and kill them all. They promise to follow his wishes.

He is bound to the chair by earthmen who then depart the room. As the companions watch, the knight begins to moan about enchantments and thrashes about in the chair. And then, suddenly, he calms down. His eyes turn alive and clear. He begs them to release him but they are afraid.

In one last desperate attempt he cries out, “By the bright skies of Overland, by the great Lion, by Aslan himself, I charge you---”

This shocks the companions, for Aslan is the one who sent them to find Prince Rilian. Could this young man be the prince? And so, despite their doubts and fears, they release him.

The knight is, indeed the prince, and everyone is happy, thinking they have accomplished their goal. But the Witch who had him under her spell returns and throws a magic potion into the fire, setting off a sweet smell that muddles the companions’ minds. The Witch thrums on a fiddle and begins to sing a monotonous tune, mocking their memories of a free Overland, where there is a sun and moon and people walk on top of the earth, not under it.

It was all just a dream, the Lady murmurs, softly, seductively.

Yes, it was, they repeat dully.

It is Puddleglum who comes to the rescue, using the last of his will power and his tough webbed marsh feet to stamp out the fire and break the spell. Then, he speaks to the Witch:

“One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. "One word…. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play world…. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia.”

And with that, the Witch’s spell is broken. How could they have been so fooled when it was so obvious? Their memories are true and it is the witch’s world that is an illusion.

This is our present state. The potion has been cast into the fire and we have breathed it in. A vast web of lies, repetitively and seductively told-- excerpt, rest at link above --


Some really good stuff in here.