Did Big pHARMa and The Babylon System Kill My Nephew?
This Has Become and All Too Common Tragedy
[Author’s Note: Since I do not have the financial resources to travel right now and I am more than likely not welcome among my family anyway, nor can I deal with being around them after ostracizing me for 4 years, this blog will serve as my eulogy to a life lost WAY too soon…]
I’m not even sure where to start this or what I want to write. I just know that I have to as a way to work through this and sort it all out. You never expect to get a call from your sister who consciously chose to cut ties with you because of your passion for seeking the truth and sharing your knowledge with as many people as you can because you KNOW that it’s the only way things will ever change for the better. But, I got a call from her on Sunday, out of the blue, for the first time in well over 4 years. She left me a 40 second message letting me know that my nephew and only godson, had passed away, but I find it tragic that it takes a death in the family before anyone will reach out to communicate with me.
As of this writing, they have no confirmation as to the cause of his death, and the message was a bit odd to me. She sounded as if, in a way, it was an expected end to years of difficulties. But, then, I went to her Facebook page and there are pictures from just last week as they celebrated his 27th birthday together, fishing on Apalachicola Bay in Florida. From the pictures, he seemed to be happy. So, what possibly could have gone wrong in the few days after?
Something else that’s really bothering me was how I felt when I heard the news. And, this is coming from someone who has cried profusely when I have lost a pet, when I lost my stepfather in 2009 and my stepsister in 2021; and even when I heard of Neil Peart’s passing of brain cancer in 2020 because of the profound impact his talent and art have had on my life.
I was also so overwhelmed with seeing how happy and beautiful my sister was on her wedding day in July of 1996 that I couldn’t contain myself from shedding uncontrollable tears of joy. It took a matter of minutes to contain myself and dry my eyes and I’m the only one in the church who cried. That’s the kind of heart and deep empathy I have. I tear up watching inspirational stories online or on TV of people who have overcome incredible odds to succeed; and even watching people experience the joy for doing an amazing job sharing their gift with the world and seeing the loving and appreciative response of the audience. That’s REAL and positive energy, and it always moves me to tears.
Bottom line, I don’t cry often, but when my emotions are triggered, by either joy or devastating loss, the floodgates open. It’s part of the human experience, I guess, if you’re truly human. But, what bothers me deeply is that the news left me in a state of disbelief, and nothing more. I’ve had a few days to think about why I wasn’t immediately saddened or devastated by the news. And, sadly, it’s as simple as this: I didn’t even know my own nephew. To me, by this point in life, he was a complete stranger whom I hadn’t even seen in, I’m guessing 7 years, let alone EVER had a meaningful conversation with. Not even ONCE. I knew nothing about him, or his life, or his struggles. But, having been ostracized by my family, I guess that’s expected.
However, it still bothers me that I felt nothing. No tears. No sadness. Just shock. I loved that little boy when he was born and seeing him grow up was a joy, but he never lived close to me, so I only got to know him through pictures, holiday celebrations, and the annual family reunion in Door County, Wisconsin. He was born in Texas in 1997 and I was actually the first one in the family to see him.
I was conducting some business in Joplin, Missouri that day and had planned on meeting up with friends for the long holiday weekend to float on one of the rivers in the Ozarks. But, after I heard he had been born, I decided to take a detour. One that I grossly miscalculated. What I thought was only about a 4 hour drive, was actually over 6. This was in the days well before smart phones and GPS. But, once I was on the road, I was committed. I surprised them around 10 pm at night at the hospital, got to spend about a half hour with my first born nephew and then hit the road back to Missouri. I made it to the campsite about a half hour before the bus pick up to the canoe drop in point, so I rolled all day on NO sleep. But, that was back when I was only 30 and still had that kind of energy. After 18 beers and 8 hours in the sun, I crashed HARD before I could even make dinner.
But, I digress. My brother in law’s job took him all over the nation, mostly to Kansas City, Dallas and Houston, Texas, and finally to Atlanta. In 2009, when I knew I wanted to leave Chicago with a passion and to never have to experience another winter ever again, I chose to move to be closer to my sister and my nephews, in Houston. But, they were still very young, and had no interest in getting to know their uncle.
Unfortunately, just two years after I moved down here, they were again transferred for a final time, to Atlanta, and I lost touch with them once again. In fact, they left Houston without so much as even saying goodbye to me, believe it or not. And, I lived only 3 miles from from their house. Apparently, my sister had grown tired of me sharing my knowledge of the truth about how the world really works that she had chosen to cut me out of her life.
When she returned to visit some friends a year or so later, she came to my door in tears to apologize for doing what she’d done, but then did the exact same thing once again in April of 2020, when I was trying to enlighten my family about the TRUTH behind the COVID psyop. None of them wanted anything to do with learning what I already KNEW because of 13 years of research at the time, but I have been vindicated in spades because I was right about ALL OF IT. Unsurprisingly, I have yet to receive a single apology from anyone in my extended family. They’re an extremely prideful bunch and I’m clearly the black sheep.
That was the last time I heard from anyone in my family, outside of my little sister who has attempted to remain in contact via text, but who also has sold her soul to one of the most evil corporations in the world, NBC Universal. So, how am I to maintain a relationship with someone who willfully chooses to align with an entity which purposely and blatantly LIES to the public on a daily basis, without a single shred of shame or remorse, just for a paycheck? Again, for all of the truth that has come out about the scamdemic, not a single apology from ANY media source has been forthcoming for misleading the public on such an egregious and EVIL deception. That’s how rotten to the core this System truly is.
So, that’s essentially the relationship I’ve had with my family for years now. When I fully woke up, took the red pill in 2007, and began to truly understand the objective nature of our false reality, I would share what I learned with anyone and everyone I could. And, as many of you who follow my work know and understand, truth is met with animosity, rejection, and even hatred in our world today. But, as it says at the top of my primary website, “TRUTH IS ALL THAT MATTERS.” And, to me, it does, because every belief acted upon that is NOT aligned with truth ultimately results in negative consequences. That is the omnipotent power of Natural Law and why I have chosen to dedicate my life to enlightening the masses to the reality of Natural Law and emphasize in all of my work that learning, understanding, and applying it is the ONLY guide we need to healing our world and the human condition.
But, truth was too much for my sister and my family. I was told explicitly on more than one occasion that my nephew, Tyler, was “too sensitive” to be exposed to anything I was talking about, so I should just “keep it to myself” when he was around. Looking back now, I think that was just an excuse to shut me up, period, because NO ONE wants to hear anything that challenges their long-held, programmed and dogmatic beliefs. It’s a fundamental flaw of the human race that needs to be overcome if we ever hope to free ourselves from an Empire of Universal Deceit.
So, I did as was asked of me. And because of it, I was never able to develop any sort of relationship with my godson. As much as I would have loved to have had a relationship with him as well as his brother, and my only other nephew, Timmy, I remain the persona non grata, “crazy conspiracy theorist” uncle, who shouldn’t even be acknowledged any longer. Even though, I’m by far the sanest and most educated person in my entire family. C’est la vie...
I hadn’t heard from anyone in over 4 years. No one ever reached out to me to see how I was doing. They simply DID NOT GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT ME, and did not want to hear any of the deep knowledge and wisdom I have acquired in my tens of thousands of hours of research and work exposing not only the ROOTS of the problems in our world, but the only self-evident and VIABLE solutions TO those problems. We simply only need to apply the moral maxims of Natural Law to not only discover the root cause, but the solution as well. It’s an ideology I have applied to my life over the past 15 years with seemingly miraculous results. So, the loss is theirs for shutting me out of their selfish and materialistic lives.
But, I can’t help but wonder now how things might have been had Tyler and I communicated on a regular basis. I only knew vague details about his struggles with depression and drug abuse, but I really feel that I could have helped him see a much brighter future than the one that supposedly haunted him for so many years. I also never knew of anything other than marijuana and alcohol abuse. That’s how disconnected I was.
When I first heard about his struggles, probably 12 to 13 years ago, I was furious that my sister hadn’t consulted with me BEFORE agreeing to put him on psychotropic drugs for his “depression” or “ADHD,” or whatever “flaw” THEY said it would “fix.” I had already known and understood well, the devastating effects of these drugs on everyone from the first time they ever take them. I’ve heard the real experts in interviews say that they immediately change the brain chemistry and that this change is almost exclusively irreversible; that you will never be the person you were before taking them. So, when I found out that he was on either Adderall or Ritalin, I was beside myself with disappointment.
I couldn’t believe that she wouldn’t have gotten my input about that before agreeing to find out the ROOT CAUSE of his problems, FIRST. I would have recommended that he see a psychologist to talk about what was bothering him because they can’t prescribe pharmaceuticals. Only quack psychiatrists can. Many times, all someone needs is someone to talk to because they aren’t being heard at home, or the parents don’t have the skills necessary to understand what is driving aberrant behavior. Whatever it was, I will never know. But, they were wealthy and he ran with other wealthy kids. Many of whom were using drugs because excess wealth has a tendency to corrupt the youth as much as poverty does. In many ways, more so. I’m sure he got in with the wrong crowd that had a negative influence on him in his early teens.
From what I also can discern from conversations about him is that he was paralyzed in many areas by completely irrational fears. But, again, without ever having a single profound conversation with him, ever, I can only speculate as to what was the source of his demons and why he reverted to drugs to escape his reality.
Looking at society in general today, however, that seems to be a common theme running among the youth. Society has become so broken, so inauthentic, so fake and disconnected with objective truth, nature, and reality, it’s no wonder so many are struggling in our world today and need to SEEK to “escape” from this wretched reality. Personally, (and thankfully), I never bought into mind-altering substances to “escape reality,” outside of a few isolated occasions in the distant past, which I always later regretted.
Today, however, it seems not the exception, but the norm to “escape reality” with drugs, alcohol, video games, mindless entertainment, sex, overindulgence, or any of the 7 Deadly Sins, so that the individual doesn’t have to “deal” with the false reality that’s been given to us by the controllers of the Matrix/Babylon System to become CULTure, society, and civilization today. And, once you do the research as I and many others have, you realize it has all been done by design to break us down to a point that we will accept a System of Full Spectrum Dominance over our lives; the neo-feudalist society long dreamed of by the psychopaths controlling the economic and political strings of our world.
Without any hope for a better future, many are resorting to any alternative means of escaping the negative consequences of violating the Natural Laws that have become the norm of such a System in which we all live. And, ultimately, I believe that’s what ended up taking my nephew’s life. It was the System that suggested he was “broken” and deceived his parents into believing he needed to be “fixed” with pHARMaceuticals. Once his mind was altered by the prescribed “solutions” of these “experts,” did he even stand a fighting chance of seeking help outside of the chemical alteration of his consciousness? I don’t believe he did and that first pill was the initial violation of Natural Law, YEARS ago, that ultimately sealed his fate.
But, there is one other possibility, that many of you are aware of. The “Died Suddenly” phenomena which has taken the lives of tens of millions of innocent people since the introduction of a certain “solution” to a NON-EXISTENT “contagion.” Knowing how deeply ingrained his irrational fears were, I have no doubt whatsoever that he more than likely took at least two of the vaccines, if not additional “boosters.” It would only make sense that he fell in lockstep with the majority because that’s what he was raised to do and told to do by the Babylon System. So, the question in my mind is, was it an accidental overdose after having been clean and sober for 9 months, or was it the clot shot? Will the autopsy reveal the truth?
Sadly, through all of his struggles in life, he had an uncle that loved him dearly and who had the knowledge to help not only him, but his parents as well, to make better decisions. Maybe being exposed to the truth was what he needed. Maybe that’s what EVERYONE needs instead of hiding from reality at every single turn and just mindlessly believing EVERY lie told to them by their TVs and their supposed “leaders.” After all, it clearly states in John 8:32 that KNOWING the truth is what will make us free. It’s the only thing that will and avoiding it is what keeps us enslaved. Most “believe” they know “truth” when they are far, far from truly understanding.
Maybe sheltering him and reinforcing the false reality is what caused his depression. Maybe, I might have been able to change his perspective on life by showing him the true nature of our reality and revealing that he was incredibly special, as is everyone, and had a gift and purpose in life; and that to find it and share it was his and everyone else’s destiny. I know I probably could have helped him with whatever addictions he might have had, because I know for a fact that I and the information I have shared with many others have already had profoundly positive impacts on other people’s lives.
Maybe, the one person in our family who they rejected was the one person who could have helped more than anyone or anything else, especially since everyone they turned to were obviously part of the SAME System and never questioned reality, either. They just did as they were programmed by the System to do. That’s the tragedy of this whole situation. And it kills me that I felt nothing because my family has treated me so poorly and that my own nephew had become such a complete stranger to me that I didn’t even know him anymore.
I really wish things could have been different, but hindsight is 20/20. We can’t go back and change the past. We can only learn from our mistakes and commit to not repeating them moving forward. As for me, I know without a single doubt in my mind that it was the System which told his parents he was “flawed,” and the long term, always negative effects of Big pHARMa that ultimately took his life. In a way, because he was so young and impressionable when he was first introduced to “legal” drugs, he never had any real chance to escape its grips, outside of someone in his life who truly understood the grammar and logic behind the flawed rhetoric that deceived him and his parents into falling prey to false promises of a “remedy.”
I will always remember him the way I knew him from these pictures. The happy little boy who loved it when his uncle would throw him high in the air and catch him to unrestrained, joyful laughter. I loved you dearly, Tyler, and wish things could have been different. May you finally rest and find the peace you could never find here, godson.
(As I finished writing this blog, I finally broke down and cried. Remembering what was and might have been had I been a bigger part of his life will haunt me forever now...)
I appreciate your vulnerability, your losses, and your commitment to the freedom and future of humanity. Thank you.
I'm so sorry for your loss and circumstances, although I'm glad you were able to write this, then purge those emotions.
Sending you love and healing.