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Vaccines are NOT safe…OR are they? Who Says?!

I know the basic science, but the problem (so they tell us)  is that the products are NOT safe and are not given at safe ages. Hepatitis B at birth?! Why? (That might be a good question) But not all vaccines are even efficacious. (How would we know that?) Plus we are making trivial diseases more dangerous. (We are?) You wonder why there are so many allergies and so much asthma in children? (Yes I do) And okay, why is autism astronomically increasing? WHY is it??? Watch this movie and then, yes, take a look further at the new film VAXXED.

 

(I did and I was taken, and taken in..and still am perplexed as to what the F is going on…Who is right and who is in the gd dark??? All i know is I have always believed in the science of vaccines, ever since I read about Jenner and cow pox as  a child; way before Big Pharma had anything to do with anything. So I do not blame Jenner for anything…

Watch this movie but DO NOT CHECK YOUR REASON AT THE DOOR…Okay? Think, think  think and question everything, then do your own research. Remember you are biassed even when you believe you are not. Do not take anything at face value or for granted…And question everything told to you as dogma. Especially when presented as DOGMATIC  TRUTH but not backed by any proof. Remember: correlations are not causes.

SILENT EPIDEMIC: THE UNTOLD STORY OF VACCINES

New Artwork on Display Soon

This piece and many others will be on exhibit at the Wethersfield, Connecticut public library from May 1- June 30, 2012. Another new small sculpture below will be in the display case, along with The African Queen of Paranoia, which may be seen if you do a search for it on this blog site or go to my photobucket artwork site, and small jewelry or pill boxes I made with reproductions of my artwork on the tops.

I made this bird because I wanted simply to make a hummingbird. But after I did so, it reminded me of the poem “Of Mere Being” by Wallace Stevens.

Of Mere Being

by Wallace Stevens

The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor.

A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.

You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.

The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

Speaking of Wallace Stevens, here is a poem I wrote that one of  Stevens’ lines inspired. It will be in my next book, LEARNING TO SEE IN THREE DIMENSIONS (saison d’enfers means “season of hell”)

THE SONG OF THE ANT

by Pamela Spiro Wagner

“For the listener, who listens in the snow…”
Wallace Stevens

In those days I was always cold
as I had been a long time, mindful of winter
even at the solstice of my high summer days

always, always the crumb and crust of loss
and near-loss of everything held dear
before the saison d’enfers and the ice to come

But there was the wind
There was still the wind making music,
and I, at one with the quirky stir of air

bowing the suppliant trees
bowing the branches of those trees for the sound
of songs held long in their wood

Changes change us: rings of birth, death, another season
and we hold on for nothing and no reason
but to sing.