The plandemic begins in earnest – April 2020.

The closing on the property in Arkansas took place in April, before lockdowns were officially mandated in the Mid-Western states.

Yes! — we made it through the CLOSING. Lockdowns happened the next day.  Without completed paperwork through the courthouse and land offices — we could do nothing with the property. Our new (to us) 30 acres of wild Arkansas raw land would remain in limbo, as long as local business and government offices were shut down.

Like the rest of the country, we had to wait.

Back to the house in Illinois

There was a lot we could do. We just needed to figure out what that was and in what order.

There was the Estate Sale, helping Russ where we could with the house and now — planning our own move 300 miles to the south.

Something significant was brewing under the surface — in the midst of all this — that I haven’t brought into this picture, yet.

As our time with USAC was coming to a close — just before the call that brought us to St. Louis in the first place — James was dealing with a health challenge. It was minor at first and became more pronounced once we came off the truck.

To make this make sense… I will refer to what he was going through as “asthma-like symptoms”. Let me explain…

First, we prefer not to put names to illnesses if possible. 20th century society has become incensed about naming sickness.

For example, the name for the common cold today, is Coronavirus. It comes from the latin “coronavidae”. Corona means crown, wreath or garland – coined in the 1650’s. The word “corona+virus” was used for the first time by virologists in the 1960’s in a paper that claimed a virus caused colds and other respiratory infections. None of which has been proven. A ‘cold’ is something that people have understood for hundreds of years, far better than we do today.

In reality, the common cold is not something we catch. It’s earned.

When toxic waste builds up in the body, it reaches a point where it must be dumped. If a person doesn’t take measures regularly to help the body get rid of toxic built-up… well… the body will simply do it for you! A cold and/or fever is a life-saving measure by the body. A so-called, cold, is actually a gift.

So, back to why I used the phrase “asthma-like symptoms” regarding what James was going through is due to the following…

When James was a child of about 11 or 12 years, there was a vaccination day at school. He had to get vaccinated in school like most of us did in the 1960’s. Early that day he was given a manilla folder to hold and instructed to give it to the nurse, when it was his turn.

As most boys tend to do — he was curious and snuck a peek into his file.

He read through some of its contents. Most of it made no sense of course but he did see a page with the phrase “diagnosed with asthma”. What surprised him at the time was — here he was twelve years of age and though he knew what asthma was, he never had it. Or didn’t remember.

For about the last decade, James has experienced asthma-like symptoms that flare up and then completely disappear for years at a time. Some time ago he told me the story I just shared above. We surmised the “diagnoses” could have been when he was a baby and he grew out of it. And why it came back was a mystery — at the time.

In the final few months on the truck with USAC, he was experiencing mild flare ups. However…

Shortly after we came off the truck, right after getting to St. Louis, he had an episode that was so bad one evening that we had to go to Urgent Care. Severe shortness of breath. That had not happened before.

The doc at the Urgent Care called it asthma — but wasn’t certain. She suggested we find a doctor to get him tested.

Things settled down again and he didn’t end up going to the doctor.

Then — a bigger flare-up occurred mid-2020. With lockdowns in full swing, masking and the media at fever-pitch, James had no interest in walking into a hospital — especially with a respiratory issue.

You may ask, “how did you know for certain that he didn’t have that horrible killer virus?”

I think I answered that question in the last two articles but it bears repeating that I’m not guessing or thinking or believing something about viruses. I know without a doubt that viruses do not exist in the way people think. The material that’s called virus — by today’s medical authorities — is not pathogenic and certainly not contagious. Basically it’s junk cell matter — meaning it’s dead material that is not alive. It cannot “do” anything.

That said, I also understand that pushing against a tidal wave isn’t a good idea. Going to a hospital expecting to find reasonable people was unlikely at that time — to put it mildly.

I had to find options..

Researching everything from oriental, natural, wholistic and alternative medicine and anything in between, I finally came across a little known study by a doctor at Wisconsin University. It was a very successful research program for adults experiencing what this doctor called, “late onset adult asthma”.

I tracked down contact info for the head of that study through the University and was thrilled when he responded within the week. We got on the phone and after many questions and a lot of discussion — it appeared James would be a good candidate — and — the Doctor was willing to work with us long distance.

As an important side-note, this wasn’t some back-alley study. It is entirely above board and well documented. The reason it will not likely end up in medical journals — though there are some published papers — is because it takes a wholistic approach, uses far less invasive measures — and doesn’t cost a fortune.

James had lost a good bit of weight in a relatively short time.

While he’s always been more on the lean side, what was happening was more than just lean… and it was noticeable.

I can tell you that it takes a lot to slow my darling husband down. The word stubborn comes to mind but I won’t go there. Instead, I’ll put it this way — when James wants to get something done he just doesn’t quit. He reached a point however, through most of 2020 and the better part of 2021, where doing much of anything was difficult.

Was I concerned? Of course! When someone you love doesn’t feel well, doesn’t look well or act in their usual ways, concerning is barely the word for it.

I wandered the fields of my own mind and considered all the possibilities of the situation. To be blunt — there was a lot of death swirling around at the time on so many levels.

On a very personal level, my Dad was in hospice care. James was not feeling well. There was the constant barrage from the media about a worldwide sweep of death which regardless of how much was true or not true — the idea that the whole world was darkened by death, was everywhere.

I knew there were answers. James knew. We would find them.

It doesn’t matter what avenue you pursue in an effort to heal the physical body… healing doesn’t come from the outside. No drug has ever healed anyone. The belief in a drug maybe — but a drug or a therapy or whatever it may be doesn’t have that kind of power on it’s own.

I have no trouble with using therapies or medicines. After-all there are many that are here for us to use. And yes, sometimes people need something to put their faith in — but let’s be honest — it’s faith that heals.

On a complete side-note — severe breathing difficulty kept James sidelined for much of 2020, 2021 and even some of 2022. It was the reason the trailer build was done almost entirely, by me. He helped with sketches on occasion and a few decisions here or there — but all of the building, woodworking and assembly was done by me from November 2020 to May 2021. He popped in to install the electrical and gas components because if I had done it we might not be here to tell the story!

James spent most of his time indoors due to the summer of 2020 being a scorcher. 100+ temps on a daily basis for days at time made doing anything outdoors difficult.

I headed for the garage and went to work with all the doors flung wide and the fan on high. I went headlong into the work. Listened to YouTube videos for hours while building things we would need once on the property. The information in the YouTube videos was life-altering — but that’s for another time!

I built two composting toilets, several mallets for chisel joinery, green wood saws, a European style shave horse and more. I even made things for the Bear’s new apartment too, like a tall table for their water dispenser, a breadbox and glass memory boxes for their birthdays.

Those hours in the garage… were singular

An inexhaustible source of joy. A way to recharge and to put hands on the dream — even if it was only in the smallest way. James would come out with two cups of tea,  look at the progress — and the mistakes — sit on a stool… and we’d talk about our plans.

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When the lockdowns hit Missouri, Illinois and Arkansas, Assisted Living and Senior Facilities stopped allowing visitors. This started late May, early June 2020.

It was tragic! It still makes tears come to my eyes as sit here thinking of it.

For a short time Missouri floated the idea of requiring all visitors to be vaccinated. Thankfully, public outcry prevented that from happening. They did try it at a few locations in the area but people were so adamant against it, that it was dropped.

On days when it was cool enough, James and I would drive to the Assisted Living Community where the Bears were, walk to the back of the building, near the windows their suite, just to see one another from a distance. We stood or sat on the sidewalk, across the lawn and they stood in their window waving. We would then call them ,on the phone and have a chat since the sidewalk was too far away to hear one another. We could at least see one another while we spoke on the phone. We tried two or three times until others noticed, started doing it too and everyone was told “please no visits on the back lawn”.

By the way, James and I never said anything to the Bears about what James was going through. Not that they didn’t notice. I’m certain they had a sense of something going on with the weight loss and an overall lack of color. James felt strongly there was no reason to worry them. If it came up the topic was quickly changed.

As the Summer wore on in 2020 — the facilities in Missouri, recognized how destructive no visitation and restricted visitation for the residents. People who needed visits from loved were suffering deeply. The community where Mom and Dad were began bending the rules more and more. The first attempt… was odd.

At Sunrise Snior Living, where the Bear’s were living, there was a large southern-style porch that wrapped the main building with several beautiful rocking chairs available for residents to sit outside in the eveningsa and play chess or checkers, knit or just listen to the birds, throughout the day. The porch was cleared of all but 4 chairs for a visitation scenario that you had to sign up for. There couldn’t more than two people there at a time. There was a long red divider tape used to keep visitors and residents separated during the visit.

James and I signed up for an appointment. We were allowed to sit in two chairs across from the Bears, with that big piece of red tape, strung between two poles to separate us from my parents. We sat on one side ofr the tape barrier and the Bear’s sat on the other some 6-8 feet away.

We were allowed 20 minutes per visit and one visit per week.

Things didn’t begin to ease up much more until the holidays. There was still no touching but at least we were allowed to go indoors for our visits.

The sheer absurdity of these events — and the cruelty! — was egregious then as it is now in memory. It’s almost beyond belief that government bureaucrats are capable of creating a more backwards situation from what was needed. Separation? Isolation? People who can ONLY thrive with contact, communication and care are totally cut off? And this made sense somehow?

If you think the “powers-that-be” at the head of the medical so-called Task Force were medical people or scientists that were studying the data and then advising the government — you would be woefully incorrect. No real experts were allowed to offer their help. They were shut out and shut down.

I am one small voice in the wilderness — but let me declare — if we and our countrymen EVER allow anything like this to happen again, we have learned nothing. My parents and so many others suffered from being disconnected from family when THEY NEEDED THAT CONNECTION THE MOST. And that is just what I saw with my own eyes.

To bring this chapter to a close… by May of 2021, the trailer build was finished. The Estate Sale was set for mid-June and the house had sold.

The Estate Sale took 3 days. A week later the house was clean and empty and the keys ready to be turned over to the new owner.

As I turned to take one last look at the house before leaving, I stood there and realized this was the end of an era. A bittersweet farewell and the end of one whirlwind… for us.

James and I loaded the trailer with only what we would need to get on the property to get things started once we got to Arkansas. We knew we’d be making trips back to St. Louis — more than once. The property had no driveway so we wouldn’t be able to get on the land but were expecting to have that done in a few days.

James health had slowly improved over the months. By June he was doing fairly well. A bit slower than usual but more active day-by-day. On June 28, 2021, the day we left for Arkansas, he hooked the truck to the trailer and it felt like a turning point.

We drove 280 miles south from St. Louis, to our property and parked on the country road in front of it. We couldn’t drive onto the property because of the ditch that runs along the road — there was no crossing it. We turned the truck off, got out and stood at the edge of the road looking at the land — for the first time in 18 months. It was heavily overgrown and wild. It was an incredibly powerful moment because…

We were home.

 

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