What Are The MANUFACTURED and PATENTED Risks During Pregnancy?
Pregnancy is that magical time after love-making when a real living, breathing human who, in turn, will pass on his or her genetic material that he or she has inherited from those who contributed their DNA/RNA from unknown generations of the past, develops. That’s the way life has reproduced and humans have evolved mentally, physically – and even spiritually – for eons of time until now there are close to 7.4 BILLION humans on Planet Earth.
Demographically [1], here’s where those humans are located ‘geopolitically’:
Asia ……………………………………… 60.3%
Africa……………………………………. 14.5%
Europe………………………………….. 11.4%
North America………………………. 7.6%
South America………………………. 5.6%
Oceania…………………………………. 0.5%
Antarctica [!] ………………………… 0.00005%
Humankind has been reproducing almost ‘exponentially’ and that obviously presents a problem for those who think they have to, or can, control all that is life, living, reproduction, food, politics, medicine, science through what’s become a powerful meme – “political correctness.” PC is a means and way of proselytizing, acculturating and implementing their ultimate goal of “collectivism,” euphemistically referred to as the “New World Order.” Nothing attests to that more than all the directives regarding human health!
Centuries ago, the Illuminati came into being with an ultimate goal of eventual world domination. In the sixteenth century (CE/AD), William Shakespeare extolled the vagaries of normal existence in his famous play, “As You Like It,” Act II, Scene VII, All the world’s a stage… [2]. However, the Bard never mentioned, or even hinted to, any preoccupation with health issues or healing practitioners’ domination. I wonder why? Probably because those guilds had not become sophisticated enough to wield total financial power as they do today.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Or was it because the “arts” (painters, writers, and architects building great cathedrals) were the ruling clique of that time?
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