My brothers are not death numbers or a rise in all cause mortality

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Losing my brother Jim has been the most complicated grief of my life. I was hated so much by some members of my family for trying to warn them about the shots I was lied about, informed of this by a loyal nephew, told this was my last chance in a text minutes before Jim's funeral and left without a ride out of state from where I now live in my home town after Jim's funeral. My niece who I never met before that week offered me her frequent flyer miles, but my wallet had been stolen before I found out Jim died so I had no ID to get through securtiy at the airport and I already knew about the vax injured pilots so I would not have flown home anyway. My best friend in Texas came and picked me up and met my brother Pat. She helped me rent a car to drive myself back home to Florida. Pat was so mad at me for asking hard questions and I know why. My brothers had secrets they kept their whole lives that I found out about the week of Jim's funeral, and Pat refused to talk about the dangers of the clot shots and would only tell me he knew he was next to die because he knew he was a dead man walking. He already had the clot that required a stint and another clot formed beyond the stint when he told me he knew he would be next to die. I found that out from the only sibling who did not turn her back on me for speaking the truth about the clot shots after Jim died. This sister gave me Patrick's bible after Pat died in his work truck waiting out chest pains so he would not hurt anyone on the road to work. I have always been the one who tells the truth of what is wrong in my family. For this I have been banished most of my adult life. The hug I gave my brother when I heard him almost cry for the first time in my life, is the first and last hug we ever shared because of the chaos and pain of both our lives. I forgive everyone for everything. And I hope they forgive me for making this video, because it is what I had to do to survive today. Pat died February 6, 2022. Today is February 2, 2023. I guess I am not handling the approach of the 1 year memorial of my brother Pat's death any better than I handled being around my family for the first time in decades the week of our brother Jim's funeral. My brothers are not death numbers, they are not statistics, they are not a rise in all cause mortality. They are BIG STRONG MEN WHO WERE MURDERED BY THE JAILERS OF HUMANITY WITH THER DAMNED CLOT SHOTS. I know this is true. I know my brother Pat would not talk about it because HE knew it was true. And I know my family can not accept this because they took the shots. If they don't wake up they will not find the help there is for people who took the shots. 1 of my remaining siblings and her husband are in real bad shape after all the shots they took. Their son who is the doctor in the family who told me I was guilty of manslaughter for not taking the shots that killed my brothers the night before Jim's funeral is the so called "bouncer" Pat called up to deal with me. I even forgive my nephew the doctor though I wish he would speak out abou the abnormal clots caused by the shots he was shown shortly before his Dad, who took every possible shot had a stroke. I hope to see them all on the other side of what is beyond this life. I can't be anything but what I am, I can't change I've tried. I have to ask the hard questions and tell the ugly truth because this is how a family heals through the generations of pain. And I will never be sorry for being the person God made me. -Truth Bomb Mary WWMD

And then you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.