Click on the above image to watch a video where I share some important thoughts that drive me… especially 666, Mark of the Beast.
Over the last several years my health has been deteriorating mysteriously. I have lost majority of my strength throughout my body and it is becoming more difficult to do the things that I used to take for granted. I feel guilty asking for prayers because I know of literally hundreds of my friends that I have made relationships with here since the AV movement are now in worse shape than me as these population control measures are put in full swing.
This is a raw video of me telling my story of my early years who I am and how I got there. I think it can give you some good insight on what I was capable of.
I was so excited when the movie VAXXED was released April 1st 2016 as I believed it would give the momentum to change the 1986 law and to end the Carnage that has engulfed not only my lives but millions of others.
After less than a year I could see the whole thing was a construct and now looking back I can see it was sponsored by pharmaceutical companies and whose major players Andrew Wakefield, Del Bigtree, RFK, Polley Tommey, and back further to Barbara Lo Fisher and Jenny McCartney and countless other evil people who assisted in this wholesale slaughter directly and indirectly. Thank you for your support over the years as I wind things down. I wish I could have accomplished more. I can go to sleep at night knowing I have done my best.
My life’s narrative took an unexpected turn when I learned the staggering truth about my origins. Born to Herbert Wyatt, a man wrongfully subjected to forced labor under harsh eugenics laws, and biologically linked to Wybe Kroontje, a World War II Dutch resistance fighter, my existence is a tapestry of resilience. The realization that both men, my fathers in different senses, endured simultaneous internment in concentration camps across the globe shook my understanding of my place in the world.
I embarked on a relentless search to piece together my fragmented heritage. The path led me to the threshold of a dying man, Dr. Samuel Thurstein, who in his final days divulged the identity of my biological father, igniting a fervent quest through dusty archives for siblings I never knew I had. The discovery of five half-sisters was a journey of joy, heartache, and introspective struggle, challenging my notions of family and self.
This odyssey was not just about uncovering hidden truths or seeking a broader family circle, but also about forging a deeper bond with the man who raised me, Herbert Wyatt. In silence, I harbored gratitude for his unconditional love, even as I navigated the tumultuous waters of my newfound reality. My story, steeped in the shadows of a bygone era’s secrecy, speaks to the indelible human yearning for identity and connection.
In this heartfelt video, I recount the story of my daughter Emily and the pivotal decisions my wife and I made regarding her health. Born just 19 months after her brother Weston, Emily entered our lives during a tumultuous time. After witnessing severe reactions in Weston following his MMR vaccination, we were fraught with worry and uncertainty. This led us to delay and reduce Emily’s vaccinations, a choice met with criticism from many medical professionals who dismissed our concerns. Despite the challenges, Emily’s symptoms were far milder, a small relief amidst the storm we were weathering.
Our family’s ordeal was compounded by the need to care for two young children, one of whom was suffering significantly. The strain on my wife was immense as she juggled the demands of motherhood with the complexities of Weston’s condition. Emily, growing up in the shadow of these events, had a different childhood than we had envisioned. We found ourselves grappling with the possible consequences of our decisions, surrounded by a myriad of voices and opinions on the best course of action.
This narrative also delves into the impact of these experiences on my personal life and career. As a successful businessman, I found respite in my work, using it as a coping mechanism to escape the challenges at home. However, the pressure and pain were ever-present, leading me to seek comfort in alcohol and prescription drugs. Now, looking back as a 67-year-old man, I reflect on the path we’ve taken, the lessons learned, and the indelible marks these experiences have left on our family. It’s a story of love, sacrifice, and the relentless pursuit of what we believed was best for our children, amidst the echoes of a medical debate that touched our lives in the most profound way.
Weston was adopted 19 months apart from Emily, and they both have the same birth parents. My son Weston Wyatt was born on February 2nd, 1998, at Phoenix General Hospital, weighing 6 pounds and 8 ounces. He was absolutely perfect, with no complications during birth. That day is vivid in my memory—the sight of his head emerging, the sound of his first cries—it was the moment my life changed forever. At 40, and Joyce at 38, we finally achieved parenthood, a dream we had cherished for years. The emotional weight of that moment was profound, as Joyce and I, tears streaming down our faces, realized that our lives would never be the same.
Shortly after birth, following a Hepatitis B injection, Weston developed a rash and jaundice, requiring additional days in the hospital in an oxygen tent. When we finally brought him home, our hearts were full of joy and anticipation for the future. We meticulously kept a diary of his routines, and his first pediatric visit with Doctor Mick was reassuring. However, at two months, Weston received multiple vaccinations during a routine visit. In the days following, our once cheerful boy became fussy and visibly distressed, leading to numerous subsequent doctor’s appointments. Despite assurances from Doctor Mick, Weston’s health declined, and he began to miss developmental milestones, showing signs of serious illness.
Weston’s condition worsened over the months, with severe vomiting, respiratory issues, and unrelenting coughing. Doctor visits became a constant in our lives, as we struggled to understand and manage his deteriorating health. He was diagnosed with bronchitis, reactive airway disease, and upper viral respiratory infections, all treated with an onslaught of medications that seemed only to exacerbate his suffering. It wasn’t until he was 18 months old that he began to walk, and even then, only on his knees—a sign, we later realized, of the dizziness and other neurological issues he was experiencing. As parents, we watched helplessly as our son faced a barrage of health challenges, a stark contrast to the perfect health he was born into.
For years, I’ve been a prominent voice in advocating for truth, often tackling controversial topics with the goal of bringing honesty and clarity to people’s lives. Now, at 67, I am taking a step back to reflect on my journey. This moment, my swan song, is a poignant one, as I consider the term’s meaning—a final act before retiring. It brings to light the realization that despite my efforts, the truth seems to be an increasingly unpopular cause in a world where lies prevail.
About six years ago, my life took a drastic turn when I experienced a seizure that left me with a profound feeling of disorientation and vulnerability. This episode occurred just days before a pivotal event at the CDC, which I still managed to attend despite not feeling fully recovered. It was a time when I was deeply involved in the anti-vaccine movement, passionately working alongside others who believed just as strongly in the cause. My commitment was unwavering as I shared my children’s stories and connected with many families affected by vaccine injuries.
However, my experience at the CDC event and subsequent interactions with key figures in the movement led to a gradual awakening. I started to see discrepancies and questioned the true intentions behind the public displays and the supposed solutions offered to the problems we were fighting. The realization that the cause I had poured my heart into might not be as altruistic as I believed has been both painful and sobering. Now, I strive to find forgiveness and peace as I share my story, encouraging others to look beyond the surface and seek their own truth in the complex narrative of public health and advocacy.
DEL BIGTREE’S MESSAGE: A FEARFUL SERENADE
Cognitive dissonance often arises in the messaging of Del Bigtree. He wields the power of persuasion with charismatic authority, all without the credentials of a medical professional. His message is clear but contentious: vaccines can be safer, and there are hidden dangers within the medical establishment.
It is difficult to argue the latter; there are hidden dangers within the medical establishment, but there is no clear path to safer vaccines.
Del’s narratives resonate with those who question the status quo. His skillful blend of partial truths and fear-mongering serves as an unsettling serenade. He plays the notes of doubt, painting a grim picture of vaccines as a looming threat.
This melody resonates with the anti-vaccine and vaccine-hesitant, sowing the seeds of discord within their minds. The danger is that he sets himself as an authority on the subject, and so many people flock to him that if he said, “This is the vaccine to trust,” his followers would run out and get it.
DECEPTION IN THE ECHO CHAMBER
Del Bigtree’s unique deception lies in his ability to exploit this cognitive dissonance. He deftly caters to his audience’s fears and doubts while offering himself as a beacon of clarity in the fog of uncertainty. His messages shift with the crowd’s desires, mirroring their beliefs while maintaining an authoritative facade.
He portrays himself as a truth-teller, a champion of safer vaccines, even when the Supreme Court acknowledges vaccines as “unavoidably unsafe.” This intentional manipulation amplifies cognitive dissonance as his followers grapple with his ever-evolving narrative.