Too Much Love Won't Kill You
Queen's Greatest Hits
Two and a half years ago I might have been one of the people wailing and gnashing their teeth at the news that the Queen has died, but yesterday I felt a queasy mixture of fury, sadness, confusion and betrayal.
In March 2013, I was able to spend the last week with my dying 95 year old Grandma. I held her tiny hand and dabbed her dry mouth with a sponge to hydrate her, as she looked out at the daffodils barely able to raise their golden heads in the cold, spring sunshine. Her eyes were milky blue and half closed, and her speech was barely coherent, but when I told her I loved her, she gurgled: ‘I love you too’.
I looked away and wept.
Just a few months earlier, my mother-in-law Pauline died. She had bowel cancer that had gone to her brain. I helped my husband nurse her at home. I made her tea in a little plastic toddler’s mug, making sure it wasn’t too hot, because she couldn’t co-ordinate her hand to mouth movements. In the last couple of days of her life I remember washing her feet and feeling a profound sense that this was what real love is.
During 2018, I nursed my darling husband, Terence. There is no limit to what love for another human lets us do.
To be with my Grandma, Pauline and my husband in the last days of their mortal lives was part of the beauty of what makes us human. It is a divine ritual to see those we love take their journey onwards.
On April 5th 2020, the Queen made her famous ‘We’ll meet again’ speech, as if Coronavirus was the Luftwaffe. People were stopped, sometimes physically, from nursing their dying mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, children, and friends. Last rites and tears of farewell, were delivered through windows.
The absurd, cruel, immoral restrictions still continue, often unchallenged, in the dreadful, Stalinist moral vacuums that are hospitals and care homes.
In December 2020, the seemingly miraculous Covid-19 vaccines were announced and in January 2021 the roll-out, with Matt Hancock at the helm of SS Spike Protein, began in earnest.
On February 25th 2021 the Queen appeared on a video call with ‘health leaders’ delivering the Covid vaccine across the UK, and she was asked about her experience of having the jab.
She smiled as she replied: "Well, as far as I can make out it was quite harmless.
"It was very quick, and I've had lots of letters from people who've been very surprised by how easy it was to get the vaccine."
The Queen, who rarely talks about her own health, added: "It didn't hurt at all."
The monarch said she understood getting a jab could be a "difficult" experience for some people but urged everyone to "think about other people rather than themselves".
The reprehensible media then used this to stick the jabs into every arm they could. And it didn’t stop at the over 70s, it went down and down, like a grotesque game of Pointless, till it reached zero: the unborn child.
All our institutions abandoned any principles they had left, and that includes the monarchy who happily collaborated with the evil. The Queen and her family have presided over one of the most immoral periods in our history.
The Queen often referred to Christ in her speeches, but rather than encourage others to wash the feet of the dying, she chose to wash her hands.
Lord Jesus Christ,
Please give succour to the millions who have suffered under this brutality, and comfort all those who grieve.
Let your light shine the way to truth, justice and healing.
Abi - very well written, from the heart but also delivering a sting. HM looked like she'd been taken hostage in the final few years of her life, especially after the DoE died. It might be the case that David Clews at Unity News Network would publish this letter in full if you try him and say I suggested it: firstname.lastname@example.org. He has been 'going against the grain' since the announcement of HM's death - Roger Watson