Month: October 2022
Death by mandates
https://formerfedsgroup.org/cases/murdered-by-mandates/todd-snyder/
Day of death: 01/25/2022
Location: Texas
Hospital: Peterson Kerrville and Methodist
Allowed to see family or patient advocate?: no
Asked to sign DNR: yes
Asked if vaccinated: yes
Was the victim treated differently as a result of disclosing that they had not been vaccinated?: 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.
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
Name of Subject: Shari Snyder
Relationship To Victim: spouse
Pursuing legal action?: yes
Engaging in activism: yes
What types of activism: telling her story
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Shari’s Story
Written by Shari Snyder (spouse)
4 months since I held you in my arms
ON MAY 25, 2022 BY
It’s been Four long months since I touched him,
at 8:43 am on Jan 25, 2022, I held him as he breathed his last
As hard as it was, I am glad I was there when he crossed over to our eternal home, I am glad our daughter was with us, he had been nearly dead for days, but I refused to believe it so I wasn’t saying goodbye, I was preparing to raise the dead DESPITE all the tubes and 4 life support machines for 4 organs and all the monitors screaming
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their Warnings,
BP 18/22 then Lower and lower…
The day he died was the worst day of my life,
I wanted God to take me too.
When I vowed on June 1, 1996, “til death do us part”, I never dreamed it would be “til murdered do us part”
His body had survived two sepsis attacks and the third one in 30 days was too much after being starved and majorly dehydrated and drugged with SO MUCH poison against our wishes,
He lost 72 pounds In 57 days and had no reserves left to fight. He wanted to fight. Most don’t survive one sepsis attack let alone 3.
I was still declaring in faith, “Todd Snyder, you shall live and not die”
Every breath was so labored, he was sedated, all his organs successfully destroyed by the harmful protocols.
He was a donor, but there was nothing left to donate.
He had perfect organs before the illness, he took zero meds and was very strong and healthy.
The day he reached around me to squeeze my butt from the hospital bed after 8 days in isolation was still with most of his strength, he was communicating so much to me in that meaningful touch, just 3 weeks later, all he could manage was a half squeeze with half strength, a few days later he attempted again, but could barely raise his arms, my heart broke
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to see my strong husband have the life slowly and painfully and needlessly sucked out of him for greed and I was powerless to do anything but watch as all my requests and rights and POA were denied over and over by every single person.
A prisoner had more rights than we had, it’s like he was a kidnapped victim and treated like a POW, if you saw the photos I have, you’d agree he looked like a POW.
The 57 day battle was so incredibly fierce, I could slice the evil forces I felt when I walked into his room after being forced to leave each night with a knife, spiritually, the evil attacks that came from all directions and the online Haters of unvaccinated sick dying people was shocking to say the least, I am working through PTSD all the time.
I have hours and hours recorded of these conversations of me fighting begging pleading, climbing the ladder to the CEO’s.
I had friends In the room who witnessed me literally on the floor at the feet of a doc begging him to give a high dose vitamin C IV while he was fighting the second sepsis attack ( it’s completely preventable, I have the proof and research how to with multiple different remedies).
I had stacks of research representing hours and hours of my work that remedies like vitamin C works for Covid, ARDS, sepsis, and so much more.
After fighting for days, I got a doc to agree to my request, but when he ordered it, pharmacy said they didn’t have it and couldn’t get it and refused to let me buy some at a compound pharmacy up the street and Bring to them to test and administer. They agreed to 300 mg Liquid C 3x a day instead.
I spent over $5,000 on a patient advocacy company working to help save his life too. There was nothing We didn’t try, no resource We didn’t exhaust, no stone left unturned, the problem was never that I didn’t Have a proven solution that would heal him and save his life, the problem was they refused to let me try anything other than the approved protocol for a Cv patient.
On a positive note, I had the most amazing support from our community local and online, I’m forever grateful to each person who fought with me, who donated, who mailed packages, who brought me food, who embraced me and prayed with and for us. Forever Grateful!
Today, I sit here alone in the house he was remodeling for us, all our future plans and dreams completely shattered, no more…no more time, no more touch, no more sharing our lives, our love, our children and future grandchildren together, all destroyed and robbed.
When the grief attempts to swallow me whole, I remind myself how short life on earth is and how soon we will be reunited for all eternity, never to be separated.
If my journey has taught me anything, it’s that Heaven is far more real than this life on earth and we don’t always get what we want, but if we trust Him and Refuse to be bitter, we can be the Victor over our enemy!
The devil stole so much from me, I refuse to give him any more. I cannot be threatened with Death; I do not fear it, I have survived my greatest fear. I won; Todd won; God won!
I am thankful he is perfectly healed and so happy with Jesus,
I find comfort that he is fighting for us; I believe he is a general of a heavenly army and when he saw he could do more good from the other side, he chose the greater good.
We have all of Heaven behind us and we will win!
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This is one of many stories we have documented for our COVID-19 Humanity Betrayal Memory Project, a living archive of individuals harmed by crimes against humanity throughout the pandemic. If you have a story you would like to share, please submit it here. You can browse more documented cases of humanity betrayal below. If you feel this is important, please share this page to your social media pages – and since it will probably be censored from social media, take the extra step of emailing it to your friends and family. Thank you for helping us raise awareness of the terrible ordeal our public health agencies have put these people through, so that we can try to prevent crimes against humanity like these from happening to anyone else.
Marriage in heaven?
Of course they perverted the words of Jesus I made us think there’s no married couples in heaven?
https://leewoof.org/2017/01/12/didnt-jesus-say-theres-no-marriage-in-heaven/?fbclid=IwAR1Vo2siyPabc01Zuj5V5-gbegKfaEQTekbyJyV2MDbE11KkU5vrFB–CFE
Dressing your truth
I was never into fashion…
Until (see below)
I would wear what I love and feel comfortable in.
I refuse to spend much money on clothes.
I hate all designer named items!!
I don’t conform or dress to please anyone but me (used to be for my husband too)
I became interested in fashion because Carol Tuttle of “Dressing your truth” explained how your outfits can reflect your truth to the world.
I love authenticity and She taught me that black is not my friend.
Brown is the best choice for my energy type, which is three.
I did an experiment and removed all the black from my wardrobe only wearing brown and other colors for a month.
When I went back to the black, I didn’t feel good energy so I learned to love brown even brown mascara.
I learned from her how to do my make up and hair and accessorize in a way that reflects my true self.
I highly recommend the course.
It was very affordable.
Trauma recovery
To my widow friends and anyone who wants to recover from grief:
This 12 week course online is $25 and I am familiar with the foundational curriculum and believe it’s some of the best out there:
I heard about it at the Brandon Lake concert.
“Trauma didn’t break you. You aren’t broken. You’re wounded. And wounds can heal if proper steps are taken.”
Make new memories
October 2021 golf at ELC and
October 2022 golf, Same place.
You never know when it will all disappear!
He always enjoyed his time at these leadership retreats over 17 years, Making new friends and reconnecting with old ones.??
You gotta make new memories
So the old ones dont swallow you whole.
Choose the hard things,
feel all the emotion
and then surrender and release it to find peace.
resilience #riselikeaphoenix
Grief gems by my friend Lucinda Coblentz
I didn’t know when I started to publicly journal parts of my healing journey, just how much it would actually help me in that journey. It was hard and scary at first because some will accuse me of airing dirty laundry among other things…. but I am not dissuaded because I’ve experienced the most deep realization that the truth TRULY does set me free. Later in my journey I hear professionals name the impact that telling or engaging my own story has on my brain health, heart health and overall soul/mind health. In fact, engaging our story is fundamentally necessary in order to heal. I now understand why it impacted me so deeply when I chose to do this. It is for MY health and for anyone who, while reading, experiences their own story being named. Their own experience being validated. Having words for our emotional reality is crucial. I have studied relentlessly and I will continue to, because it heals me. Studying and telling.
My hope and prayer for you is that you too will find your experience named. It is a gift and the beginning of a lifestyle of intentional healing.
Come with me.
We need each other.
It’s been several years, actually 6 years to be exact, since I’ve experienced my personal most painful trigger. This trigger used to be a common occurrence and I realize now that it was the reason I considered divorcing my husband. This one is so deep. It happened in June of this year and again this past week. It was like set off in June after reading a letter my dad wrote. It was set off this week after a short discussion with my husband. In June, I was in bed for 2 days and went through boxes of Kleenex. I could not stop the tears. I could not stop the deep moans from my core, that made breathing a challenge. I could not breath normal. It took all my energy to just breath deeply in between moans. My physical body did not start to settle until I talked on the phone with my sister. I’m so grateful that she knew what was happening and she knew how to help me. ??? Since June I’ve been learning so much about anxiety and soothing my body when the big bad trigger happens. This week it paid off. Because it was my husband who triggered me, I spent 45 min alone in a room. When I walked out and saw him I knew I needed to leave the house. I got in my car and in a few minutes I knew I needed to direct this intense energy I’m feeling so I made a business call that I’d been putting off, made a few other decisions and felt my energy calming a little. Did my grocery shopping and washed my car. Then I felt like I have the capacity to get my words out and tell my husband what was happening to me. He immediately understood and because of his own healing, was able to instead of being triggered by my response to my trigger, be supportive. In the past when this happened, it would be fireworks (not the good kind) between us until we both stuffed our feelings and became “normal” again.
Something I learned in the past few months is… when we are dis-regulated (either numbed out 1-3 zone or angry/heart racing 8-10 zone) and we don’t do something to soothe our physical body, we cause more harm to the people closest to us and ourselves. If we can bring ourselves into a slightly aroused/enthusiastic 4-7 zone, our brains have the ability to heal through practicing mind exercises.
The trigger in June had me in a 1-3 zone. I couldn’t function. I couldn’t think straight for 2 days.
This most recent trigger had me in the 8-10 zone. I needed to blow off steam which helped and then later that day I took a long bubble bath with candles and a soothing face mask. That helped bring me into the 4-7 zone for a while. Over the next 2 days, I was immediately aware when my chest got tight and I was kind to myself with music, tea, putting my hand on my forehead or chest, taking a few minutes to breathe deeply and journal.
In the past when that happened where my body was in the 8-10 zone, I judged myself, ate junk food, allowed vitriol out of my mouth directed at my husband, worked around the clock… anything that hurt myself and my husband… until finally I was able to choke it down, swallow deeply and make it stay there with ? that this demon would go to sleep for longer this time. Having absolutely no idea how deeply I re-traumatized myself every single time this happened. Having no idea that this demon called anxiety was actually suppressed and “unfelt” emotions. It was everything I was not allowed to feel in my growing up years… and everything I stuffed as an adult.
This time, my experience with the 8-10 zone went down entirely differently… because I was aware. Before my pre-frontal cortex shut off, as it does during trauma and relived trauma or PTSD, I was able to make a decision that immediately started to soothe my body instead of escalating adrenaline. This new experience…. brought so much healing to my mind and body. I wrote a new ending to the story of being deeply triggered and escalating into the zone that abuses my own self and my husband. I didn’t stuff my emotions with junk food and work. I felt all of it. Deeply. I treated myself with kindness and love. This allowed the stuck emotions to move through and out of my body instead of getting stuck in my soul.
All the love and gratitude I feel for the education I give myself through studying…. The appreciation and awe I have for my brain’s ability to heal from trauma… is deeply imprinted in my heart/core. I see glimpses of where I’d be had I not chosen this journey. I can’t help but explode with thankfulness. ??
Saturday musings… based on raw experiences.