Mice In Chinese Study Remote Controlled By Injected Magnetics

Trauma Warning

Thank you Kurt, for finding this, though I wish as I’m sure you do too, that it could be un-found.

John Essmyer: You were absolutely right, when you said: “They’re cell towers.”

(The “vaccinated.)

Remote Controlled Mice article Here

I made myself read this unfathomably dark piece of research and I made myself watch a portion of one of the videos in which the poor mouse is turning counter-clockwise in its bowl. Then I just said, “That’s it, no more.”

In its way, it’s as bad as Jeffrey Epstein—a totally depraved culture of what calls itself science but it really just well funded sadism with globalist themes.

Last night I fell into deep melancholy after an encounter with a mouse. I have two cats and they kill mice, like most cats do. We live way out in the country, since almost exactly one year. I have in the past woken in the night and found my cats, both of them, with a petrified mouse between them, and when this happens I start screaming and stamping the floor to get them away from the mouse. The mice generally aren’t very good at getting away from Jack and Lewis even when I intervene and this makes me sad, as I feel an incredibly deep affinity with the mice, against my own cats, and yes I DO understand the nature of nature.

But my PTSD flares right up around this. To make matters worse, the northern Connecticut field mice have very expressive little faces and eyes. In a certain sense they look like miniature cats.

Anyway, last night a mouse was balled up in the bathroom and I closed the door and brought him food and water, tried to plan his safe passage out of here. I noticed that his tail was way too short. I suspect my boys did that, and I saw that his energy seemed low. He ran out and disappeared around the edges of the small apartment here, and I propped the door open so hopefully he could get past them while they slept, and escape. I don’t know what became of him, or her, but I kept thinking with increasing misery about the plight of mice and rats in the name of “science.”

I can hear Peter Duesberg, from many years ago, in his German accent, saying, “That’s a little but tough, yeah, but we have to do it.”

There was another mouse in a perfect ball out on the deck 2 nights ago and I feared he was dead but he was not, he was just in “freeze” mode. He was fine.

It’s these tiny victories, when a living thing stays alive, that keep me going.

I’ve learned how to minimize ant deaths by putting honey in the fridge; They don’t know better than to drown in honey if given access. Once they have drowned in the honey, I still use it, which is, I hope, my only concession to NWO Globalism—that I am prepared to eat insects.