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The happiest moment of my life, the birth of my daughter, was also the scariest. I had an emergency C-section, and I had to leave my wife and newborn daughter an hour after surgery to go to Houston for a court hearing. We had no idea what was going to happen. Giving birth is scary because complications can arise afterward, and I couldn't be there. I felt like I was letting my wife down, even though she understood I had to go. If I didn't go to court, I mean, these people were going to send me to prison. To have my baby born and then go to trial the next day and see people lie, and the judge accept it. What kind of country is this? What kind of country are we delivering our kids into?

My daughter was taken from me at 16 by CPS and a school counselor, with the help of an LGBTQ group. They claimed I was abusive for not affirming her trans identity. Despite promising to use a male name, it wasn't enough. Instead of therapy, she was given testosterone, and the LGBTQ group used her to raise money. Transgender kids end up in foster care because the state takes them from their families. Parents are forced to affirm their child's identity or risk losing them. The abuse claim against me was proven false, but it was too late. My daughter suffered mentally and physically, and eventually took her own life. I urge you to stop promoting gender ideology to prevent other parents from experiencing this pain.

A mother shares her story about her 19-year-old son who passed away after receiving the third dose of a vaccine. She expresses her regret and sorrow, as her son's life was taken away at such a young age. She feels that the government and pharmaceutical companies should reconsider the side effects of vaccines and help those suffering from them. She also mentions her struggles and the pain of losing her son, and how she tries to keep his memory alive through small gestures. She questions why vaccine administration has not been halted and hopes that others can understand the daily struggles of families like hers.

A young woman gave birth to a healthy baby on January 31st. However, she was told that her child had passed away. In my abandoned baby unit, I received a brand new healthy baby boy. I always keep a close eye on the healthy children because they tend to disappear. The nurses at the hospital have an arrangement with an orphanage. When a healthy newborn is born, they call the orphanage and ask how much they will pay for it.

As the lead sonographer at a hospital, I was called to the operating room (OR) without any prior information. Confused, I followed instructions from the doctor to perform an ultrasound on a sedated pregnant woman. Shockingly, the doctor forcefully removed the baby's limbs one by one, causing immense pain and distress. Eventually, the baby's heart stopped, and the remaining body parts were removed. This traumatic experience led me to quit my job and vow never to participate in such procedures again. It is heartbreaking that this continues to happen, as people often view it as just removing tissue rather than ending a life. I deeply regret my involvement and apologize to the baby for what happened.

My coping mechanism is focusing on the fetus, feeling reverence for what was once alive. The stigma is tough. Patient pain makes me feel like a bad person causing harm, which I struggle with. It's hard to leave that at work. A situation fell into my lap, which was gross.

The speaker announces the birth of the first baby clone, named Eve. The location is not disclosed. The speaker expected to have a press conference with the baby, parents, and scientists, but is alone due to the difficulty of the announcement. The speaker mentions working with human eggs since January and it took three months to finalize the process. They had success quickly and refined the technique until spring when they started implantations. Out of 10 implantations, five were terminated within the first three weeks. The parents have not yet appeared but the speaker hopes they will in the future.

I am vengeful and believe those responsible for the harm caused by medical interventions should be put in jail. Physicians are to blame for allowing government influence in patient care, going against the principles of "do no harm" and informed consent. Any physician who tells a pregnant woman an experimental product is safe should be imprisoned.

I recently became a father to Wyatt Cooper, named after my late father and my mom's family name. He was born healthy, weighing £7.2. As a gay man, I never thought I could have a child, but I'm grateful for the surrogate who made it possible. I wish my late family could meet Wyatt, but I believe they're watching over us. Their love lives on in us, bringing new life and love to our family.

I grew up in a rural town in Southern Alabama. When I needed my birth certificate, I discovered that my mother was only 12 years old when she gave birth to me. Despite the difficult circumstances, my mother supported me and helped me through it. I believe in the value of life and that every child deserves a chance, regardless of how they were conceived. My life has turned out well, with a loving family and a purpose. Aborting me wouldn't have eased my mother's trauma or allowed me to care for her now. Regardless of my challenging start, I feel blessed.

DPS took my son, and now he's in foster care nearly two hours away. I received a notice that he will remain in state custody until December for a preliminary hearing. I requested an attorney but was denied because the Social Security benefits he receives were counted as my income, even though I don’t get those funds. I’m struggling to manage my responsibilities, including caring for my mother and visiting my son. The pressure is overwhelming, and despite my clean drug tests, they keep adding more requirements. My son is suffering too; he was only allowed to take one stuffed animal when he left. It broke my heart to see him plead not to go.

I found out I was adopted at 5. A brother contacted me recently. I went to boarding school for trying to buy alcohol. My parents loved me. I feel guilty for not doing them justice. It took me 5 days to tell my mom my dad died. She looked out the window for 2 years and never spoke. She died 2 years later.

"I told you, you are letting my son have something happen with that woman, something bad is going to happen," she says. "And I warned, and I warned, and I warned protection, I warned my lawyer, I warned everyone, I warned everyone that this was going to happen, and look, it happened. What more do you want?" "I am not going to get my son back, but I want justice for my son, I want them to pay. Why is that woman now walking the streets calmly, while I am suffering here? My son asked, he spoke up and no one paid attention, no one listened to his request. I asked my son while he was alive and they handed me him dead. They handed my son dead to me." "Now the only thing left is that they sign over guardianship to your son, but dead. That’s what they wanted, well, here is my son, here is my son. He wanted to be alive, he wanted to be with the people who did love him, who did love him, and they gave him to a person he did not know."

The speaker shares a poignant story about their mother's miscarriage when they were a teenager. They drove their mother to the hospital and were surprised to see the remains of the fetus in a jar. This experience was never discussed publicly until the mother gave permission for it to be included in the speaker's book. The speaker emphasizes that they included the story in the book to highlight their relationship with their mother. Through this experience, the speaker learned that their mother trusted them and they gained a boost in confidence. They also discovered that their mother is a straightforward person.

DPS took my son, and now he's in foster care nearly two hours away. I received a document stating he will remain in state custody until December, and I was denied an attorney because they counted his Social Security as my income. I'm struggling to manage my life while caring for my mother and trying to visit him. They keep adding more requirements, making it feel impossible to reunite. The pressure is overwhelming; I've been strong for eight years, but it's taking a toll. My son is brilliant, and it broke my heart to see him taken away with only one stuffed animal. He pleaded with me not to let him go, wanting to stay in my arms.

In 2021, our child was removed from our home by DCS, causing immense heartache. Despite efforts, we had limited visits with him during his time in foster care. We chose not to affirm his transgender ideology due to our Christian beliefs and research showing affirmation may not help. We believe parental rights must be protected in Indiana to prevent other families from facing similar challenges.

I was subjected to ritual abuse, sex trafficking, torture, and experiments from birth to age 18. The abuse took place in a secret facility connected to the Vatican, involving electric shock, isolation, rape, and witnessing sacrifices. I was forced to make life or death decisions and endure psychological torment. Despite attempts to break me, I preserved myself internally. I share my story to expose the ongoing abuse of children by psychopathic elites and to inspire change. The trauma inflicted on us reflects societal manipulation through global rituals like 9/11 and COVID, urging us to heal, unite, and create a better future for all.

The transcript follows a pregnant woman’s intense emotional crisis and complicated pregnancy, interspersed with a separate account from a mother about a missing child. - The pregnant woman, identified as Speaker 0, contemplates the due date and the prospect of abortion. She fears November 9 might force a stressful decision, and she tells Speaker 1 that she cannot promise she won’t hurt herself, expressing suicidal thoughts and describing that suicide would bring her peace of mind. She cannot predict how she would behave if told her baby is due sooner or later, and she repeatedly says she would like to get rid of the baby, seeing the child as giving her nothing and feeling disconnected from it. - Speaker 2 mentions the need for a good ultrasound (USG) test result to clarify the due date, suggesting possibilities like the twentieth, twenty-seventh, November third, or November 5. The hope is that a clear result will ease the situation. - The conversation reveals escalating suicidal thoughts, including contemplation of specific methods and a “suicide package” offered by a friend ofSpeaker 0 who knows how to obtain substances. The package costs 380 zilates. The assistant asks if she will kill herself and the child because she cannot wait twelve days, prompting Speaker 0 to reaffirm the urgent need for the ultrasound result and the associated stress. - Speaker 0 describes the pregnancy as producing neither joy nor maternal connection; she explicitly states she does not identify with the fetus, does not talk to it, and does not want it. She describes daily life as painful and says she would like to end the pregnancy. She distinguishes between the baby’s reality and her own mental state, reporting that the baby’s presence has provided nothing to her emotionally. - Marcelina’s birth becomes a turning point. The baby is born by C-section after a hospital stay, with the baby described as a girl weighing about three kilograms and healthy, scoring 10 points on assessment. The mother reports that the baby’s test results were good, and that her mental state is improving, though she remains stressed about the surgery itself. She had not seen the baby during delivery due to the hospital setup and the emotional intensity, and she shares that the atmosphere was tense and nerve-wracking. - Post-delivery, Speaker 0 describes being in significant pain and on medications, including hydroxyzine, and recalls distress from the prior night. While she dreams of the baby, she feels emotionally detached and uncertain about whether she can handle contacting the child in the recovery room. She expresses a desire to leave the hospital soon to avoid further distress and contemplates whether she would want to have more children in the future, acknowledging a sense of underdeveloped maternal instinct. - The narrative then shifts to a separate account (Speaker 2) of a missing child, Tomok, told by a mother who describes the day her child was abducted, her ongoing search, and her determination. She recounts searching outdoors, praying for punishment to be directed at herself rather than her child, and vows to fend for her child, insisting that a child is a living being and not a consumable object. Thirty years later, she remains convinced her son is alive. - The overall arc combines pregnancy distress, considerations of abortion and self-harm, a difficult but ultimately successful birth, and a parallel testimony of enduring desperation and perseverance in the face of a long-term missing-child tragedy.

In 8th grade, I talked to the principal about my daughter's depression and took her to the hospital after she overdosed on pills. Child Protective Services (CPS) got involved and my daughter was sent to an LGBTQ group without my knowledge. She started feeling like she was in the wrong body and her depression worsened. She went through medication, therapy, and surgeries, but it didn't help. She attempted suicide twice and eventually died by kneeling in front of a train. I asked to see something from her body, but there was nothing left. I believe she can see how hard I fought for her from heaven.

The child we brought home from the doctor's office is not the same that we brought to the doctor's office. Well, it means that my son was changed by the vaccine shot. The first day that we took our son Joshua to the doctor for his well baby visit, we had a healthy baby. Twenty one days after that doctor's visit, he had his first grand mal seizure. What happened is that my son developed an uncontrolled seizure disorder following that vaccination shot, and it's a seizure disorder he had for his entire life. I didn't make a conscious decision to take my son to the doctor that day for his vaccine shot. I just did what was expected of me. I put in zero research into what they were getting injected into my son that day.

I miss my son. He shouldn't have had to endure this, and neither should I. It hurts deeply. What will we do now? What will happen to us? The system is flawed. We need to take action. Let's come together and address this issue. It's happening too often.

The speaker recounts a past abortion experience at Planned Parenthood where a doctor pressured her to take a pill. After taking a pill at the clinic and additional pills at home, she says she delivered a baby in the bathroom and witnessed its heart beating before it stopped. She claims the abortion didn't go as planned and that Planned Parenthood makes patients sign a waiver releasing them from liability in case of death. The speaker says she experienced months of bleeding and was told it was normal. She went to the hospital with a fever and purple urine, where doctors discovered the placenta had remained inside her body, causing an infection. She says the nurse told her she would have died if she hadn't sought immediate medical attention.

As a parent, I feel I failed to protect my children due to someone else's poor choices, and the guilt is unbearable. I question if I could have done more to keep them safe, but there was no way to foresee what happened. I always worked hard to provide for my kids, and I never imagined that a family fun day would be the day they never came home. She took everything and destroyed it; there is no greater loss than losing two children. My children were supposed to bury me. No punishment can undo what has been taken, but I ask the court to consider the immense pain, grief, suffering, trauma, and physical pain I will endure. My life will never be the same. Justice won't bring them back, but it will allow me to breathe easier knowing she can't hurt anyone else. Her actions finally caught up with her, and she killed my kids. She showed no remorse, laughing it off like a silly mistake.

I grew up in San Francisco during the sexual revolution, influenced by the free love movement. As a Catholic, I lacked sexual knowledge and watched peers succumb to pressure for sex, leading to anxiety and regret. I eventually faced infertility due to past choices, which was devastating. After marrying, I learned about natural family planning, realizing I had made life-altering mistakes. Years later, I felt an intense desire for children, leading to the adoption of our daughter, Maddie. This experience taught me that children are a profound gift, not a burden. Women have a unique connection to motherhood, and I urge younger generations to prioritize family over careers. Timing is crucial; there’s no substitute for a mother’s presence. My journey reflects the need to understand the implications of the sexual revolution and the importance of embracing motherhood.