My Journey
It has been an extremely long and difficult journey of mental and emotional torture.
Imagine that at the fragile age of 28 in 1983, while in a drug treatment center trying to get your s*** together, you find out that the father who raised you was not your dad, but instead an anonymous sperm donor, and you would never have an opportunity to meet them or your biological counterparts.
The entire person that I believed I was became a huge question mark. I would look in the mirror each morning wondering who am I?
This was my first foray into human rights activism. The problem was there were millions of us, and no one knew.
What was more disturbing was finding out that my wonderful father Herbert Wyatt who would never hurt anyone was seized and incarcerated on a forced work farm and would be sterilized upon his release some 13 years later. He committed no crime. There was no due process.
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 have done my best to preserve my memories as my light is now fading fast. 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.
- My two children, Weston and Emily chemically injured in 1998 – 1999.
- My two children were aborted and murdered in 1983-1984.
- My stealth conception was in 1954.
- My father was sterilized in 1949.
It has been a long and difficult road for many decades. I am happy that I can still share my story in hopes that others will wake up!
May God help us all as this is now totally out of control and society slumbers and most people are so damaged they no longer care. Unable to cognitively discern the truth from lies.
