Human Experimentation, Chapter 2

For my internet friends who met me 3 or 4 years back, you knew me as a sick, crippled, dying, little-old lady.  I was still chasing the ‘American Dream,’ promoting and publishing my writing.  I actually believed that ‘condition’ existed. 

But it was just another disease.

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If you came up to me 4/5 years ago and tried to tell me these things I'm telling you here.  I, most likely, would have helped put the straight-jacket on you.  But brushing death changes things, so I went looking because I wanted to know, "Why?"

Three years ago, I wrote this:

I was getting closer…

I had begun to understand my young school days were more of an indoctrination process than anything else.

                                             I was right

I have to give you some background on me in order to hope you will even consider what’s in this article.   I only do this because life thwarted me in the pursuit of any PhDs.  But there is no Ph.D. in genius, and that’s what I am.  You are either inflicted with it or not.

Lest you forget, I am an intellect born to poor folks. I’m reposting my records collected when I was 13 years of age.

[Ph.D.s appear to be important to folks.]

“Joyce is no school behavior problem but she is underachieving. She is intensely interested in her hobbies. She raises and breeds tropical fish, hamsters, and experimental mice. She has done a great deal of research for her hobby and finds it a tremendous source of satisfaction. She hopes to go into research and her dream is to work at Bar Harbor where they are doing “tremendous things” in genetics.

Testing reveals an I.Q. of 134 on WISC placing her in the superior range of intelligence.”

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I am very high in the abstract range.  Believe me when I say I consider it more of a curse.  I bored the tears out of my peers from a very young age and still suffer for it.

This brain of mine relentlessly collects information. I’ve collected almost 7 decades worth. I’ve noticed that workers were considered more important. I’ve seen Medicine going South. [We were once the best medical system in the world.  We now struggle to treat our citizens to a third-world level.]  I have a gazillion reference points in my brain.

I could never understand why my intellect was not worth much in the working world—until I understood that ‘indoctrination’ thing.

As I said, 3 years ago, I was dying—slowly,  painfully, and hard.  When in M.D.s offices, I masked my intellect.  I had learned young that people HATE smart people, so I gave M.D.s proper respect.

But I didn’t want to die, and I surmised there were things M.D.s were missing.  I was experiencing an almost ‘militant’ demeanor in medical personalities in regards to changes I made in my medical directions without first asking the attending M.D. [I refused to die following orders.]

My kidneys had gone as low as 50%, and my creatinine was rising.  For those of you who don’t know, that’s a spiral down to kidney failure.  I was going blind, etc. etc. etc.  To put it bluntly, I was in deep shit.

I had declined a free pass to medical school in my youth, so I had solid knowledge.  I rolled the dice and did recover as much as possible, but here are things that will always be left undone.  I need tests I don’t have access to, and M.D.s demand submission to even discuss them.  That submission could result in my death, and I’m trying to avoid that end as long as possible. 

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I perused the Internet earlier looking for graphics to help me illustrate this:

It's like 'pulling teeth' finding a dentist who will pull my teeth before they drop vaccine passports on us.  I won't be able to have any work done at all.  I'm already very damaged by pharmaceutical products and if I want to keep breathing.  I'll have to do so with no teeth.  Thus chapter 2 of 'The Tooth Saga'.

Then I strayed into the area of:

http://www.stopthecrime.net/docs/SILENT%20WEAPONS%20for%20QUIET%20WARS.pdf

Yes, yes, I know. It’s all quite unbelievable.  I could patently consider it nonsense if much of what is happening [and did happen ] hadn’t happened to me.  I would scream guffaws to the heavens if me and mine hadn’t suffered [and continue to suffer] so horribly.

Then I found this:

Army Conducted 239 Secret, Open-Air Germ Warfare Tests

https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/politics/1977/03/09/army-conducted-239-secret-open-air-germ-warfare-tests/b17e5ee7-3006-4152-acf3-0ad163e17a22/?tid=usw_passupdatepg

And this:

https://projects.propublica.org/bombs/

And this and more and more and more:

https://thefreethoughtproject.com/damning-report-shows-pentagon-actively-poisoning-millions-americans-covering/

How this military explosive is poisoning American soil

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My childhood dream was to cure cancer.  In 2006, the process of manipulating T-cells was advancing.  I was excited but disappointed when my email inquiry brought me news that my approach—tagging cancer cells with cancer-specific antigens to alert the immune system to the presence of cancer—had failed.  That was when I still trusted the morals and ethics of the system. Manipulating T-cells is patient-specific and very very costly. My childhood dream was not.

Get the picture?

I had hoped to pass my intellect on to my offspring—leave them an intellectual legacy.  But things went terribly wrong with my children, and with what I was aware of in the 70s, I had no idea what was wrong.

I now know my children were brain damaged by their baby shots—my oldest far worse than my youngest.

If the only way to deter us from being superior is to attack our health and growth, it is a sad state of affairs indeed.

My government proverbially required me to place my children on the altar of profit.  Then they sliced them up to fit their needs.

Copyright 2020 Joyce Bowen

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