He died today...

[The cold one]

Hello brothers and sisters under Satan. I depressingly am forced to inform you that one of our legions has passed away. My son, Beorn, who just turned five years old, died shortly after waking up.

We had been warned this day would come since before his birth; as they originally informed us that he had what they believed to be an extremely rare condition called acerebellar (also know as cerebellar hypoplasia). At this time when we were informed, my wife was only four months pregnant.

Immediately after this they demanded a signature for what they called a 'live autopsy' once he was born. Claiming that while he had a heartbeat and would breath and live like most people: he would essentially be dead. Telling us it would be the 'right thing to do...for science.' Needless to say: we got the hell out of there and never went back. We did seek a second, third, and eventually a ten and eleventh opinion on the matter overall however. Everyone said the same thing.

Then finally we found an OBGYN who was not afraid of fighting the ZOG and she made arrangements to have a live birth. Even inducing my wife early and to such a degree that they immediately medevaced her 300 miles to the closest medical center capable of handling the specialty needs in order to birth my son.

He didn't breathe for the first three minutes after he was born. When he finally did breathe, he didn't scream. He didn't make any noise but what sounded like a growl from deep in his throat. I know this because everyone in the room heard it. It is impossibly quite in an OR when a baby has been removed and doesn't breathe. Like the calm before a storm. Then suddenly everything and everyone is rushing and moving.

He spent 2 months in the NICU before they finally released him into our care. During that time they realized that he did not have what they thought, but instead had pontocerebellar hypoplasia. They also tried saying that he was having seizures and put him on a large starter dosage of phenobarbital. But thank Father Satan I arrived shortly thereafter to stop it.

Screaming and yelling at the Jew doctor who authorized this. Demanding proof that is what was happening.

"Have you done an EEG?"

"No."

"Does he have a high protein count?"

"No."

"How are his white blood cells?"

"Normal."

"Then get that shit out of him!"

After fighting legal action directly with the board of medicine: they agreed to do an EEG. Twenty four hours later, when it was over, they submitted that he was not having seizures. He was moving of his own accord!

That was the beginning of our fight. From then it was non-stop fighting those who claimed to 'care' for him. Fast forwards two more months and he is having physical therapy at home and the therapist slams his leg down on the ground because he refused to bend it.

The a few days later it is swollen, badly. So, naturally we take him into the ER to be seen. Broken femer. Which by law requires them to do a full body exam, since he is a child. Dozens of breaks were found. Many of which were absolutely impossible breaks due to the angle, locations, etc.

CPS was called. As soon as they found out we were a family of Satanists: they took both Beorn and his older brother away. Claiming Satanic Ritual Abuse. The next day our home was SWATed and our whole home destroyed by CSI and detectives. Our ritual chamber ransacked and pillaged.

They even took every electronic device in the home with the exception of our television and the xbox we had at the time. Claiming that they left them because we could not use them to communicate with anyone.

Eight months later, we finally won in court as CPS was finally required to turn over both the X-rays that they had been holding from the courts, as well as the results of the genetic tests they also had been flat out refusing to provide in evidence. Both showed that Beorn also had osteogenesis imperfecta, type one. In commom terms: extremely brittle bones. He shrugs his shoulder: broken collarbone.

They were forced to return our children to us, but by that point Beorn was in the hospital again and about to be medevaced himself due to the horrible case of pneumonia that he had. Another month in the hospital and he is back home, safe and sound, with his brother and parents again. After more fighting with doctors and proving them wrong, of course.

Over the years, at every doctors appointment, and every specialists call: they always told us that he was going to die. They said it before he was born, after the birth, and bi-weekly for five years after that.

We got used to hearing it. But of course, we tried not to think about it. Instead focusing on giving him the absolute best life that we could. We strived to understand and sympathize with him. Seeking out all knowledge about his conditions we also happened to find out that he also had 14 other genetic conditions that everyone had refused to tell us about.

One of which was Rett Syndrome, which is excessivly rare in males. In addition to this he was also ninety percent blind in both eyes. Yet, around age one he started to talk! And he tried to roll over, crawl, and pull himself with other heavier objects!

This being in addition to his throat starting to collapse and the discovery of his protein intolerance. So, surgery to give him a G-Button in order to provide him with continuous feeds of vegan formula in order to survive.

But what he lacked, he more than made up for in: personality and trying to learn, live, and love. His other senses intensified ten fold, and quickly we learned what he loved and hated. So, he spent all day, every day: doing what he loved; listening to his stories. Be these the written word, read by his parents, to listening to his favorite bands or watching his favorite movies and television shows. Mostly Star Wars and the band Behemoth. He loved the Sith and melodic black metal. Those were his friends, his story tellers, and his best mates. Next to his brother that is.

His brother, while being only a few years older, also amended his life for Beorn. Learning early on that his brother, while unable to physically play with him: still loved to be his cohort in childish skeems. Making plans where Beorn would distract us, his parents, with anything from screams to explosive diapers: so that he could go and steal them an ice cream bar out of the freezer in the kitchen. The hijinks commenced and hilarity ensued.

Every so often Beorn would get sick and he would be taken to the ER. Every time they told us he was going to die, that he couldn't take care of someone with his conditions, and would medevac him to the first hospital he was ever medevaced to out of the womb. Each time we returned, it seemed like it would take him longer to get out. Each time he progressively got more and more sick. Each time we halted our lives completely and spent every moment by his side.

At the beginning of COVID was one of these times. During which the truth of the ZOG propaganda was heavily apparent, as in the hospital waiting room the television (permanently stuck on Fox News) was blaring about how every hospital in the state was overflowing with cases of the new plague. Yet erected around us was an essentially empty hospital; in a city so large it rivalled the state capital?

Some of the nurses thought it was funny to call around other hospitals in the city and confirming that they as well we're empty. At first it was fun and they bragged about it, but a year later: they deny it ever happened. During that year, Beorn returned for three more visits. The last time for what they claimed to be septic shock, in which again they told us he was going to die and they had no idea of what was causing it. He left a month later, screaming his hatred for doctors quite vocally and clearly on the way out.

Four months we had left with him at that point, and if I had known then of that clock: I would have stayed up late and woke up early every single day, just to spend more time with him. I would have let him skip to his favorite book series instead of continuing with the ones he was on currently; and enjoyed all the same but not as much. I would have let him know how much of my world he made up, even more than I daily did already.

As soon as we found out he was blind: we ordered $200 worth of glow in the dark stars. We set to work and covered our living room ceiling with them in no reason or rhyme. Then we would all lay on the floor, turn off all the lights, and listen to a book on tape. Making this a somewhat regular family thing. This allowed us to see the world like Beorn did. Since that was the equivalent amount of light in a world of total darkness: that he could see. Needless to say, he loved it and it gave us insight into his world.

When we found out he had protein intolerance: I went vegetarian, just so he would not be alone. Compound this with how we had also lost all of our family and friends due to the witch hunt we went through with CPS the first time around, and you have a small family of four who are lost amongst the xtains on their own; with no support structure and or emotional support. Thusly making any action like choosing to never have a rare steak again, and replace it with heaps of vegetables instead: a big deal. Especially to Beorn, who recognized it for what it was and we became ever the closer for it.

This connection growing more when my job became remote and work at home, during the pandemic. This allowing me the gracious fortitude to be able to watch my children grow and work at the same time. Now, I got to watch and take care of him while also supporting my family. My wife was no longer alone in his day to day healthcare, and we got to hang out and bond more than ever before.

Then this morning we wake up and do life as usual. I get ready and go to work by simply going to a side of a room in our home and logging in. Separate from the rest of the family and home to be PCI compliant, but still enough for me to run and help if needed.

My wife reported to me that there seemed to be something wrong, and we may need to take him to the hospital. I inquired if this was ER level need or not, and what was happening. Beorn had gone purple during a diaper change that had just happened, then had gone back to a red color. I asked her to check on him again, less than three minutes after the diaper change, all the while he looks fine on our baby monitor that I can see and watch him through.

"He's not breathing!" She screamed across the house. His medical monitors which kept track and reported his breathing and heart rate had not gone off, so in utter confusion I quickly and aggressively turned off my work station and ran to his room.

Because of his protein intolerance he is very skinny, so much so that you can see his ribs normally and his heartbeat between them. Except at this time, his heart is not beating! I run over and open one of his eyes: his pupil is a pinpoint. I knew then that something was very wrong.

I grabbed the phone and call 911 while my wife lays Beorn on the living room floor, before our eldest on the couch: and grabs the defibrillator. The paramedics are on their way as I put the two sticky patches on his chest and abdomen and turn the machine on. Praying that his heart is just arithmetic and not fully stopped.

"Stand back"

It commands our obedience totally.

"Fine" the defibrillator reports.

Looking down: Beorn breathes in deep, opens his eyes and looks directly at us. Pupils wide, and he smiled. I truly believe he saw us for the first time with his own eyes then.

Then the pupils shot back to pinpoint as he exhaled and went paler than he ever had before.

"Stand back"

Again, complete and total obedience.

"Fine"

Again, we look down and he is breathing in once more. Smiling, he stuck his tongue at us in a way he never had before. Shrugged, looked me in the eyes, and...

Now, multiple things happened at this point. We heard the sirens outside of the approaching ambulance, fire truck, and police vehicles. Before the machine could command us again: my wife ripped off the defibrillator pads and rushed out the front door to meet them. And in the briefest of moments: my son and I locked eyes as his pupils once more went to almost nothing. Making it seem like a crystal blue lake amongst the white of his eyes. More than that, the shine and brightness they once contained, was lost. It was only hours later did they tell us that he was dead by the time he was put in the ambulance. It was also at that time I realized that I had watched the life leave my son's eyes. It was not like the books, the music, or the movies. It was like a light switch had been flipped off, so very suddenly. It is a look that will haunt me until my dying day. Knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do for him in that moment.

They refused to allow one of us to ride in the ambulance, and later claimed they did absolutely everything to save him. At the very end this included CPR, as a last resort due to his OI. Which only mutilated his body further as they crushed his chest in on itself.

During this time they had a police officer watching our house from the front door. Until the detectives showed up and demanded to search the home without a warrant. When I would not provide this to them, they started threatening to throw me and my eldest son out on the street while they did what they wanted in the home. My wife being at the hospital at this point, alone and finding out that her baby boy was no longer amongst the living.

Finally the detectives agree to compromise and bring the apologetic detective (now promoted sergeant) from the previous police case: in on this one. He agrees to allow me to cover our ritual chamber in respect, and to it only be him walking through the home with just his body cam to confirm that there in fact was no murder scene. Interesting side fact: this detective was the only one who went out of his way to personally come by after the first CPS case and openly apologize on his own behalf, and behalf of the city. Admitting that it had been a witch hunt that he 'unknowingly' had been a part of and genuinely regretted being apart of taking that time we could have had with Beorn, away from us. Something he said again today, after he had learned of Beorns death.

He speaks with his supervisor and confirms this happened due to medical reasons and not by any action or inactions on our behalf. Stating no further investigation on their end would be needed, and he got all of the police force and salivating CSI to leave our lawn and front porch.

It was only then, four hours after my son's death: that I was allowed to take my eldest and us leave to the hospital to see him. The following four hours being a complete and total nightmare as I cried and held Beorns lifeless and ridged form to my own. Begging his cold hands to squeeze mine, for him to take a breath, smile and exclaim, "I lied!" Like he would when he was up to something.

But that never came. My tears fell on him and he did not quiver. I held him and he did not hold me back. I prayed and screamed to the gods, and I knew they heard my cries. I could feel it, just as real as I still feel the heartbreak in my chest. While I had been told countless times that he would one day die, and I knew in my soul that it would one day happen: it did not prepare me for the reality when it did come to pass.

Finally, after calling almost a dozen funeral homes: we found the cheapest one that is willing to do a cremation and will allow us to be there when they put him in the oven. The closest thing to a pyre that we can legally afford. But, they will not be able to do this until at least next week.

They picked up his tiny body, as I gave him one last ride in my arms from one location to another. From there we are finally allowed to go home. Upon arriving, within 10 minutes of getting in the door: CPS shows up again. Demanding interviews, demographic data, and another warrentless search of the home.

Again, they are denied. Again, they say they are sorry for the past and wish they could have done things different than they are doing currently. But when pointing out that they could always leave us alone to mourn; they laugh and say they will be back.

Now, I sit here with a coldness in me that is beyond description. No longer do my tears fall; as I have none left to shed. Instead, I come here to you my brothers and sisters looking for support. Not physically, as much as I would love to have friends again, and not financially as we cannot afford the cremation that we will have to pay highway robbery for just to do Beorn justice.

No, I come here seeking emotional and spiritual support. Begging all of the Legions of Hell, the agents of Father Satan and the Pantheon on this Earth: to pray for Beorn and his soul. To ask of Father Satan to look after his small form and keep him lovingly, protectingly, under his wings. As I literally cannot do these very same thi gs anymore, since he is now beyond this life. I beg of all of you the same: to do a ritual in his honor and mention him in your ritual prayers sometime over the next week for the exact same reasons.

This costs all of you absolutely nothing: but would mean the whole world to my family and me. I thank you for spending the time it took you to read this very condensed tale of Beorn. But to all of you who are parents, let me leave you with the wisdom that was forced upon me today, if you will allow me:

The gods allowed Beorn to come back, not once: but twice. Both for less than two seconds in length, but both were just long enough for us to learn that he is okay, he is happy, he is at peace: and the whole world of pain he lived in because of his maladies no longer troubles him. He let us know that while he was here and at home with us in this world, and this life, that he: was going home with Father Satan and to Pandemonium; where he was welcomed with open arms, love, and a freedom he had always dreamed of.

For while I may have seen the light leave my son's eyes, I also witnessed Father Satans energy momentarily consume him and carry him away in pure white rays of love and care. And while that comforts me, I still would give anything to have him back; just the way he was.

So, if you have to children: make sure you spend as much time as you absolutely can with them. Fuck sleeping, and instead let them stay up with you as all of you do what they love doing. Wake up early and make them their favorite breakfast. Then play some more with them. Let them know how much you love them, how much they mean to you, and how far you are willing to go for them at any moment. It makes no sense to say we would take a bullet and die for them, but won't spend and extra fifteen or thirty minutes a day doing just what they want to do (no matter how inane or ridiculous it may be), does it?

Pull those who you love close to you and never let them go. Because you may never know when it is too late, and or what your last words to them may be. Better for that to be, "I love you," than it be, "I don't have time right now." You may not, but they may not either.

I learned this, because my son Beorn died, just a little over twelve hours ago...

 

[Hp. Hoodedcobra666]

I read your story line to line.

I have only condolences to share about this. You have been really strong in trying to pull through with all of this struggle to keep your loved one alive.

Nobody here can tell you a clear evaluation of the responsibility shared between doctors and organizations into this, but maybe a lawyer can or professionals can.

The situation as you describe is unclear to what consensus had to be followed to keep him alive, and who needed to do what, including yourself. Parents, shock, loving one's children, can make a parent defy fate.

From a medical standpoint, Osteogenesis Imperfecta is quite irreversible. He could never walk in his life, or run, like a healthy child. Diseases like Rett Syndrome can also follow up, and he could never see. Neither you or any doctor appears to have had a choice to heal any. He would never be able to live like a normal human being.

Doctors and legal authorities are left without a choice in these cases, and refusal of care can be seen as a crime in these cases. There are legal situations where a parent can be seen as rejecting treatment, or other things. Authorities can step in to protect parents and children, which can be a disaster, but they oftentimes have no choice.

While you loved him and did everything to save him, other people do crimes and unimaginable things to children, and any self respecting authority is left with few choices. And like doctors, they can seriously fuck up also.

These types of serious diseases are genetic, and inherited, and nothing can be done physically to return things back to normal. These are decided before birth, which is why in the first diagnosis that you were given, all doctors said the same thing.

This warning, I know you denied out of strong love for your unborn son.

But this is about as much modern science can go at this point. At ten evaluations, it was time to think that maybe it was time to rethink things again. I know it can be tragic for any parent to have to make this choice.

You however fought it through because you loved your child. And nobody can tell you this was not a brave choice.

If Beorn lived, which certainly is wished was the case, he would suffer all his life. If he lived for many years, he would be suffering every single day of his life. Nor his Brother, nor you, nor your wife, you be happy to see him in an ever growing and more dangerous condition.

He would be having much less capacity to live with every passing day. His little soul would suffer more and more in a helpless situation that nobody could do anything to save him.

If what you wanted happened, and Beorn continued living, unimaginable suffering would be upon his little soul. His departing from this world seems to me, to have given him more peace than if he lived.

As a parent you gave him everything you could, as I can see from your message.

In your life going forward, try to remember the positive moments you had, such as the things you wrote here. Keep these in your heart looking forward. When you have more emotional reserves, try to have another child.

Be aware, that tragedy, oftentimes, can be physical, and also related to the chart of a human being, which you did not decide. Even doctors can be at a loss to trace, cure, understand, or even prevent things like this. Doctors can only do that much.

I have dealt in my life with quite a few tragic situations, and I can only tell you this: the Gods always will take care of the Souls of anyone of their own, small or little, great or big. So about his existence, this should not worry you.

However, our society is not yet where we can counteract these fateful things completely. I can see from your message with great empathy, your a brave father, and you did everything you possibly could to fight it through.

I will definitely pray for your son tonight, although be reassured, as the Gods showed you that his soul is with them.

 

[SouthernWhiteGentile]

What a sad but enduring story. Don’t pity yourself over this. You are stronger than most!

 

[Hp. Hoodedcobra666]

What a sad but enduring story. Don’t pity yourself over this. You are stronger than most!

Our fellow here is the father everyone would love to have. He fought for his own to the end.

 

[SouthernWhiteGentile]

Our fellow here is the father everyone would love to have. He fought for his own to the end.

Absolutely. It’s no easy task raising children with disabilities and ensuring they have the proper care. Genetic diseases are very cruel and unnatural to me.

 

[The cold one]

I cannot thank you enough for the kind words during this dark time. To answer a few of the statements made in reply: we know his life was pain. Except he got used to it as we kept him as comfortable as possible. Towards the end, on his own pain scale: breaking a bone was the pain equivalent to a paper cut to you or me.

What really caused him pain was temperatures over 65 degrees (and we live in the South), and traveling. Every care trip, storm, or medevac caused him intense pain due to the changes in barometric pressure; let alone would cause at least one broken bone. So, when even doctors appointments during this pandemic went virtual: his overall quality of life improved due to not having to be moved from more than just room to room in our home.

As for curing him, when we talked to the Gods about it they told us two things: one was that in order to cure him via healing rituals and meditations, that the energy it would take would be the same as 900 million years of life force. Then they also hinted that the hidden cure to his ailments lay also in his broken genetics.

So, naturally: I took it upon myself to learn as much about his genetics as possible and to think of the whole situation outside of the box. I was unhappered by the biased forms of thought processes that are beaten into submission by the re-education system here in the west known simply as: medical school.

It was through this that I had stumbled upon CRISPR. A literal godsend. The more I researched into it and it's true history, the more I realized the ZOG was desperately trying to cover it up. Pure and simple genetic manipulation and manufacturing.

The two 'perfected' (not my opinion) twins in China, who had undergone this manipulation in the womb. Then the child in London who had her cancer cured by sixteen rounds of this treatment. Then I found out about the research that was being done in the Northern, US, by drug companies who were using it to cure blindness, make all strains of the flu inconsequential, and even cure autism with it.

These were just the first few examples I found looking into this many years ago. So, I contacted researchers and scientists who specified in CRISPR and gave them Beorns medical information. All of them confirmed that CRISPR, when correctly calibrated, would cure him. His bones would grow stronger as the cells making them up were replaced; as he grew.

So, to make sure this was permanent they would also need to speed up his growth. Equivalent to him physically growing a decade in a few hard months of hormone treatments alongside the CRISPR.

Then go through and do the same for the genes that caused his pontocerebellar hypoplasia, Retts Syndrome, his genetic blindness, etc. Essentially he would be in the hospital for six weeks for every treatment. Multiple treatments at a time.

What this would have done would be to give him his life back and more. There was even projections of potential brain regrowth, with the most positive of reports. There was only a few catches to this.

Firstly, each treatment of CRISPR would cost ten thousand; and it could take upwards of twenty to thirty treatments per issue. So potentially hundreds of treatments overall.

Well, Beorn had insurance through the government due to being on disability. After fighting with them for hours: they agreed to pay for it all. As long as it was order and administered in a hospital setting.

Secondly, the issue became finding a doctor willing to do this. Spoke with dozens of them, ranging from his general practitioner to his direct genetic specialists: who all flat out refused. Come to find out here in the State that we are in, CRISPR is considered highly experimental, and thusly is illegal to perform on a child. And moreover, that doctors who inquired about it were threatened into silence by their hospitals legal teams.

Which means we needed to go to a State or country where it was legal.

So, lastly, the issue became travel. How would we get him to another State or country when just simply medevacing him a few hundred miles brought him to death's door?

The answer was a custom made pressurized chamber that would need to be installed in the back of a retrofitted cargo van. The chamber costing as much as a band new cargo van within itself. Which of course we cannot afford, nor could we finance in any way.

So we fought for years to get it approved by those in power for him to have this treatment: the only treatment that gave him any chances at all to live. The only other alternative being a drug developed for adults in the 70's, that had never been positively tested on children before (all 38 previous children who had taken this medicine for OI had died horribly soon after due to 'complications') in which the iron and calcium in his blood would be drawn out and transferred directly to his bones via the drug.

Of course, we denied that treatment every time it was brought up: sighting that while CRISPR had a track record of at least 90 children who had taken the treatment and lived with little to no side effects, verses a mortality rate of one hundred percent in children.

Needless to say, we never were able to get him the treatment. And to this day CRISPR remains legal in this State for plants, insects, and animals: but not for children. Even those who it could not make life any worse for and would provide invaluable data through its usage.

But of course at this point we have literally been fighting both Big Pharma and the ZOG directly. Because all the things CRISPR can change, cure, or improve upon: is the greatest threat to them at their cores.

The knowledgeable practitioner of CRISPR could easily use it to reverse forced multiculturalism at the genetic level: making eugenics obsolete, as even non-whites could walk into a clinic and leave six weeks later a perfect Nordic. Not from their decent, but absolutely perfect Nordic; down to untarnished genes and blood. Let alone, this treatment, comes in pill form. Take a few pills, go to sleep, and repeat while your body rewrites itself into what you wanted and designed it into being with the specialists beforehand.

Of course what I speak about there is something able to be done currently, with our current knowledge, understanding, and technology; but is being stopped and buried at the highest levels.

Then they chose to make a joke of it all and released the movie Rampage. The one with the mutated animals; not the young man who goes postal for three films. Instantly all credibility was lost when speaking about it.

What had gone from hard roadblocks where doctors were taking us seriously and looking into the very real treatments: to them making sci fi jokes and talking about a washed up once pro wrestler. Invalidating our very real and only hope at the same time as denying us. Which of course they did very quickly if the issue was pressed.

So, while Beorns life was made of pain. It was a pain that was maintained and lessened as much as possible by love, admiration, and the upmost of care. And he did also have hope, a great shot at really being a normal boy who could run, jump, laugh and play; hand in hand with his brother and parents. But at every turn that hope was shot down and squashed by those in power.

And while it may seem like a reoccurring theme in this tale of woe is that we do not take 'no' or adverse news as an answer: you are absolutely correct. Our lives and realities are what we make of them, and we learned long ago that Western medicine only focused on curing the symptoms and not the problems themselves. The problems are cured by refusing that this belief and way of practice is ultimate, and instead doing all in our power to search for the answers that everyone else refuses to believe because of what they are.

Much like how we rejected the common and mainstream belief in the RHP which lead us all here: we rejected the beliefs of today's mainstream medical biases. Only a few generations ago they still believed the heart was a literal candle in the chest of man. What we may learn tomorrow or next year: may make the current knowledge of my son's conditions just as ludicrous.

What hurts is that he will not be here to see those revelation. And while it may seem like we chased a fairy tail in order to mentally cope with what was happening to our child: I remind you that at some point both science and Magick are indistinguishable from one another. But it doesn't make either one any less real. And to all of us, the hope that he would one day walk through a ritual chamber himself and come before the altar of Satan for rededication beyond his baptism in Father's name: was no less real than the air we breathe and the Gods we worship. It simply became a reality that we were never able to reach together. Not yet that is, because we all know and take solice in the fact that we will meet him again some day: either in the body of another through the transmigration of souls, or when it is our individual turns to also walk the streets of Pandemonium, calling out his name.

A thousand thanks for the prayers and well wishes. We hang in there, moment by moment; knowing that while we lost a major part of our lives and world: we still carry his eternal flame in our own, and through this he has become immortal through the lives of those he touched and changed. Beorn will forever remain my hero, as he was for me in life: so he remains the same in his death. For he made me a better man, a better father, and a better Satanist: every single day, and he continues to do that as he looks down from on high to us. Running, laughing, and playing with the very Gods we strive to emulate and become.

Hail Satan! Hail Satan! Hail Satan!

 

[Hp. Hoodedcobra666]

What you have been told is correct. Basically, we are nowhere to where we can as a civilization, save anyone from these things.

The doctors do understand the potentials of this treatment. But it might also go wrong, is highly experimental, and could even turn detrimental. The scientific community has to be careful with this. At this point, much about this research is experimental, non discovered, and theoretical. CRISPR has limitations.

I am uncertain and cannot evaluate if it could alter all the things it claims, but it can definitely do a lot of things nowadays considered "miraculous". It intervenes primarily on the physical body, and not the soul or the finer etheric levels.

The costs and legal grey areas aside, or what could go potentially wrong, it was nonetheless risky. What if something went even more wrong? There are no guarantees in these grey areas. The moral area is also rather grey in all of this. We simply don't know these things with accuracy yet.

At the same rate, if cases like Beorn aren't looked after, we don't stand a chance for knowing in the future either.

However, Beorn's case and your fighting against the situation, contains a lot of useful information. In fact, this is one of these cases of both emotion and controversy that are extremely interesting, and in a normal world, should be part of national coverage on conversing about important issues.

Also, in cases like Beorn, where one has everything to lose by not participating [the chances of suffering are 100% guaranteed], and everything to gain by participating [even with lesser chances], the moral situation is also very difficult to assess. The parental instincts can cloud judgement here.

It is as you said. I think, you went on the far end [as any parent who cares do] to ensure his safety. But at this point in time, there seems to have been no realistic solution. What the Gods indicated by the thing you state, is accurate.

The power required to fix these otherwise is extremely immense. This is why for these cases, we have scientific approach.

I wish you luck and fortitude in your next chapter as a family, maybe if you have courage after your ordeal, you can try once more for a baby.

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Hail Satan! Hail Satan! Hail Satan!

 

[Jrvan]

You did the best you could.

 

[Shadowcat]

No words can express the kind of painful time you have had. I got a brief image of the story "the scarlet ibis" when i read your message, which also has such an end, and felt much sadness. My deepest condolences. Any child would be lucky with a father like you. Know that the Gods look after their own and that your son is one of them. Genetic diseases are terrible things. Hopefully we will reach a time soon where these will no longer be a problem, and where the afflicted can be cured in order to have quality happy lives.

 

[Truth4ever]

I give you my deep heartfelt sympathies for what you have gone thru.

What I am about to say please see with an open mind.
I'm no medical doctor but some of the things I've read in this thread wrench my heart.
PLEASE BEFORE YOU TRY AGAIN FOR ANOTHER CHILD LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY.

You can avoid having another child with such crippling disabilities. I'm not talking about meditations which will help but your diet.
You said you went vegan- stop right now- going vegan or vegitarian will only increase your chances of having another very sick baby. We have plenty of other threads that explain why.
Right away go get the best kind of bone broth you can. Making it yourself is absolutly the best. You can find great recipies on the Weston A Price Foundation website.

I highly suggest you read everything that site has on how to have a healthy baby. These people know what they are talking about.

All of these genetic diseases didn't exist 100 years ago. The jews have been polluting this planet for decades which has been the number one cause of these genetic problems. We don't need tech or gene therapy or any of that. We need to get our bodies back to the way they were thousands of years ago.
Just take a look at your grocery store. Thousands upon thousands of posions, some not put on the label.
Did you know that roundup is used to dry out wheat before it is shipped off to market? The sad thing is the glycophate is not required to be put on any of the labels where that wheat is used.

Ok once you and your wife start drinking real bone broth as many days a week as you can-preferably every day then get as much pasture raised- some packages say grass fed- butter as you can on your food. Butter, lard, and ghee.
While doing this work on getting as much processed-packaged- food out of your diet as possible. Find places that sell grass fed grass finished beef as you can. Same for pigs, and chicken-pasture raised- vegitairan raised chickens are weaker than pasture raised ones- both chickens and pigs are omnivores like us-

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO ALL YOU CAN TO BOTH FORTIFY YOUR BODIES BEFORE TRYING AGAIN FOR ANOTHER CHILD.

This isn't some "Genetic Lottery" or "roll of the dice" no all of this is PREVENTABLE. We knew long ago how to prevent these kinds of things but the know how like everything else was taken from us please don't let them blind you to this.

I'm going to be writing a multi part series on nutrition for SS that I will post in both the health section and the jos main thread.
I KNOW THIS WILL HELP YOU AND YOUR FAMILY.


Again I'm sorry for your loss. My best wishes for your future children.


Hail Father Satan

 

[Bakorra Kaiba]

My strongest condolences, brother. The world today is enveloped with those who are too lazy or brainwashed to fight. But you and your wife fought with everything within you, and made Beorn's life the best it could be. You both are incredible parents, and you deserve the best. May Beorn rest peacefully with the Gods, until his day of reincarnation comes. I send lots of love to you both.