When I said “till death do us part”, I never dreamed it would be “till murdered do us part”

Murdered by harmful hospital protocols!

https://chbmp.org/cases/uncategorized/sharis-story/

One day, ?
you wake up in paradise
in the arms of the one
who made you feel safe and loved for 26 Years.

Just a few weeks later, his body is ripped from your Arms in a hospital bed, his heart never to beat again.

***Make no mistake,
Cov1d didn’t kill my Beloved,
hospitol protocols did!
WWw.protocolkills.com

The only reason we went to ER on Nov 30, 2021 was to get the monoclonal antibodies and go home, but they refused to give it to him because his oxygen levels had dropped to 72 after wearing a mask waiting in the ER. Once they put him on oxygen, they refused to give him the antibodies. Then they checked him into the hospital and no one in the hospital can get Monoclonal antibodies. Four days before he died, they outlawed monoclonal antibodies for all, January 21, 2022.
We said from day one, absolutely no remdisivir and no vent! I think they did the first without our knowing Bc he had all the symptoms of perfectly healthy organs all shutting down within days, the cytokine storm and 3 sepsis attacks, all side effects of a that drug. 57 days of pure torture, he was repeatedly refused food and water And every life-saving protocol I requested and even begged over and over again. He lost 72 pounds and Looked like a POW. How many more needless Deaths before we all unite and stand up and stop the lies and tyranny? How many? Will it be your loved one next or YOU?

Interview transcript

Day of death: 01/25/2022

Location: Texas 

Hospital: Peterson Kerrville and Methodist

Allowed to see family or patient advocate?: No, victim was isolated 

Asked to sign DNR: Yes, victim was asked to sign a DNR 

Asked if vaccinated: Yes 

Was the victim treated differently as a result of disclosing their vax status?: Yes 

How victim was treated differently after disclosing vax status: 

Told them they were stupid and they were berated and denied other treatments.

“I have hours and hours recorded of these conversations of me fighting, begging, pleading.” Shari

Name of Victim: Todd Snyder

Age: 53 years old

Date of onset of symptoms: 11/22/2021

First sought medical attention: 11/30/2021

Admitted to hospital: 11/30/2021

Treatment received at hospital: Cruelly mistreated 

Experience in hospital: 

Bullied, denied necessities of life, like no nutrition or water. He lost 72 pounds. He wasn’t cleaned, left in his own urine and developed sepsis. 

Medications given: antibiotics, fentynal, pain killers, paralytic drugs, sedatives

Date victim was placed on a ventilator: 12/18/2021

Days on a ventilator: : 37days days

Person being interviewed: Shari Snyder

Relationship To Victim: spouse

Pursuing legal action?: Yes 

Engaging in activism: Yes 

What types of activism: telling her story

My testimony video here

https://chbmp.org/cases/uncategorized/sharis-story/?fbclid=IwAR1FIb6PAch3hBEY2inynerHicHzqLXVGquQEVlFlAFLcU6E9NT2do-Qm-c&fs=e&s=cl

Beautiful story posted In

Proof of life after death by

Jennifer Mitchell

It was 1984 in Tampa. I worked as a receptionist and lived penny to penny. My mother and stepfather lived in a magnificent home on the bay. While they dined at the Tampa Yacht Club, I ate saltine crackers in my apartment. This was my choice. I chose sanity over the controlling actions of a narcissistic stepfather. I was neither then, nor now, for show, rent or sale, no matter how hungry.

Struggling on my own at twenty years old, things hit me all at once: car trouble, boss trouble, financial trouble, my electricity shut off, I couldn’t afford a telephone. I told no one, but eventually I boiled over inside. I broke.

Defeated, I crawled into my twin bed pushed up against the wall in my room. Somehow sleeping in a corner made me feel safer.

I began my silent prayers as I did every night but then became enraged, fed-up, frustrated. And I told God off. I told Him that He wasn’t real, that He didn’t listen, that He didn’t care, that it was all crap. No more would I waste my time doing things the right way. I would do it the way of the world – cheap, shallow, selfish. And no.more.God. Period.

In my sleep, I dreamed something took me by the scruff of my neck and lifted me from my bed..through the ceiling..above my apartment..through the noise and clouds..above the earth until..now I was standing. All around me blue, no…a deep violet, wait…indigo. No, there is no color I have ever seen on earth to relate this to. Off, at what seemed to be about twenty-five feet away, stood my father, my grandmother, my friend Rosemary Kidd from college who had passed from a car crash.

They stood in a group chatting and smiling. They noted my arrival with a glance and a wave. It was no big deal to them to see me. It felt like they were accustomed to seeing me. But not me. I wanted to run to them! It was real! It was true! Feelings of completeness and utter joy flooded my entire body until I thought I might burst! The answers to everything filled my head. My life before felt quick like a wink and tiny compared to this completeness. I had run the race, made it home and was..safe, loved. I thought of family/friends left behind but I didn’t care. No sadness as I knew they would join at their time. I was light, full, satisfied, peaceful.

I tried to take a step towards the group of my loved ones. My feet wouldn’t budge.

From the right, a figure in a hooded silver-grey robe approached me silently. I could see no face. No sound but only thoughts conveyed.

“You were brought to see. Now you must go back.”

Still me, sassy I replied, “Nope, I’m staying!”

I felt myself being moved backwards.

“I want to stay! Please!” I was pleading.

But the conversation was over.

Back through the clear darkness looking down at earth, through the clouds, and now sitting upright in my little bed.

I was angry! I was happy! I was laughing! I was crying!

I threw myself onto the floor, face down, and begged forgiveness from God. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

Not one time since that night have I wondered the actions of God. All the good, all the bad, I will endure without question, for there is more when it is done. More than ever imagined.