For 20 plus years Weston did not let anyone touch him for any period of time. As he’s gotten older he’s changed so much. This was my last 10 hug until our paths cross again in a month. Saying goodbye seems to get easier as time goes on knowing that I will see him again and he is so well provided for and loved at the Hope Haven Ranch in Kirkland Arizona! So thankful and blessed at this stage of my life! What more could I desire?
Weston Wyatt was born perfect…. and then we went to the well baby visits at the doctor.
This video was of my daughter Emily as a toddler on December 23, 2000. She was born perfect in September of 1999. I was blessed in every way. But then the well baby visits happened….
Emily has been a blessing in my life, despite the challenges we face due to neurological impairments. She functions at the level of an 8 to 9 year old. She was born perfectly normal but had adverse reactions to her two four and six-month well visits. Watching her grow and learn at her own pace has been a humbling experience, reminding me of the importance of patience and unconditional love. Emily will never achieve traditional milestones like driving a car or holding a job, because of chemical injections. Despite this, her gentle spirit brings joy to those around her. As her parent, I have accepted that our journey may not look like others, but I am grateful for the precious moments we share together. I have learned that true health and happiness come from within.
This was Weston one morning in 2016 at Prescott High School in his special ed class. He was wearing his hearing aids, before he went completely deaf.
The hearing aids helped him immensely with his articulation and many other important areas. However he still had sensitivities to wearing them and would remove them quite frequently frustrating many of his teachers and aids. Mysteriously one day they vanished and were never seen again. I know the staff at least most of it did their very best and I appreciate that.
We fought like hell to get Weston and Emily the best educational opportunities available in the United States at our local school at Prescott unified School district. They fought us like hell and they lost big time. Ensuring that my kids got a stellar education along with the other special education kids.
This unbelievable journey is detailed in my book “Light in the Darkness” where we took on the school district the entire district and kicked their ass.
Weston in his younger years had what we called wild hair. Back then he hated haircuts but didn’t mind getting his hair washed thank goodness.
Today is 26 and is profoundly deaf. The MMR vaccine I believe causes brittle canals in the ears. They say if you get measles you can go deaf. If you get the MMR you can go deaf also. It’s all the same poisoning.
My daughter, Emily, is a 25-year-old with autism, functioning at the level of an 8-year-old. This was not how she was born, but rather a result of severe reactions to vaccinations she received during her well-baby visits at 2 and 4 months of age. It breaks my heart knowing she will never be able to drive a car, hold employment, or have children of her own. The challenges we face are immense and go beyond what I can even begin to summarize here.
I implore you, as parents, to take every precaution necessary to protect your children diligently. The impact of a single decision can be lifelong and profound. As a father, I have learned this the hard way, and I hope my story serves as a cautionary tale to others so they do not have to experience the same heartache and struggles.
We are thrilled to announce the highly anticipated book trailer release of “Monetizing Misery”. This emotionally charged and thought-provoking video promotes the book which delves into the harsh realities of exploitation and profit-making off the suffering of people affected by vaccine injuries. “Monetizing Misery” sheds light on the dark underbelly of society and forces viewers to confront uncomfortable truths about well known people on the frontlines of the anti-vaccine movement. Get ready to be captivated and moved by this impactful and poignant book. Stay tuned for the official release date and mark your calendars to witness the unveiling of the new book by Greg Wyatt, “Monetizing Misery”.
Imagine adopting 2 perfectly healthy beautiful children only to see them regress after every “well baby” visit at the doctor. And imagine realizing that this devastating change was attributed to vaccines. Confronted with this grave situation and connecting with other similarly affected parents, I sought truth and assistance from authoritative figures. Enter Del Bigtree and the VaxXed black bus in July 2016—the beacon of hope promising justice and a brighter future. However, over time, as the glitter faded, I observed a disheartening pattern: the Vaxxed movement seemed less about amplifying our voices and more about monetizing misery.
COMING SOON – MONETIZING MISERY
Chapter 1: The Harbinger of Change
The cusp of spring in 2011 heralded a parcel, innocuous in appearance yet laden with the weight of destiny. As I gingerly unfurled its contents, the revelation unfurled before me—an anthology of ink and parchment, a complex narrative stitched together with the meticulous care of a war strategist marshaling troops for a covert battle. Thousands of sheets bore the arcane script of medical records, a testament to the journey my son had undertaken from his nascent days through the tender arc of his third year, spanning the years 1998 to 2001.
The sender, none other than the United States federal government, had unwittingly thrust me into the heart of a mystery—a puzzle I was compelled to decipher. The pages chronicled a symphony of visits to the citadel of pediatric care, Ponderosa Pediatrics, where my son, once a paragon of health, had embarked on a harrowing odyssey. The innocuous well-baby appointments, once a ritual of growth and safeguarding, had birthed a specter of sickness that consumed him relentlessly. Their answer, a cyclical chorus of Tylenol and Motrin, fell as hollow notes against the cacophony of questions that reverberated within us.
The passage of time slipped through our fingers, a river of moments that bore us inexorably toward an irreversible precipice. By 2001, the somber pronouncement had been cast—autism, a shadow cast over my son’s once-untouched horizon. The chasm between the boy who once embodied perfection and the one now ensnared by a condition we had not invited was an abyss into which we stumbled, ignorant of the forces that had conspired against us.
A fervent ember ignited within me, fueled by an unquenchable desire to forge a world where the shadows of affliction would never shroud the innocent laughter of children, where the echoes of anguish would fade into oblivion, and where the tapestry of my cherished family would remain unblemished by the horrors that fate had wrought upon us.
In the hushed corridors of uncertainty, as the tendrils of comprehension reached out, I found myself irrevocably bound to a mission—to unearth the truth concealed beneath layers of ambiguity, to shine a light upon the path we had unwittingly traversed, and to sound a clarion call that would resonate through the annals of time. This is the chronicle of my metamorphosis, the genesis of a journey that would lead me to confront the very fabric of existence, unraveling the tapestry of secrets woven into the narrative of my son’s life—a narrative that was forever altered by those seemingly innocuous well-baby visits, each a harbinger of profound change.
My father was unable to conceive as he had been sterilized at the Beatrice State Home in Nebraska in 1945. He had committed no crime. However, in the eyes of eugenics, he was deemed defective. These were the people who sought to create a stronger, purer race in America. Even in 1939, Time magazine named Hitler as its Man of the Year.
You can read more about eugenics and government control and how it played a major role not only in my life but unknowingly in our lives today and throughout the core of humanity.
I am happy I had the foresight to record almost all of my major storylines in every aspect of my life in hopes that other people could learn.
I have paid a heavy price, and so has my family for over three generations because of eugenics and population control.