THOSE AWAKE...

By Tessa Harvey

Months later, Grayson was a changed man. COVID had finally invaded his island paradise, but he still went to work along with other masked residents on the suburban train.

    It was much more silent. It was hard to be happy wearing a mask. Gray had finally noticed the quiet cleaner. He had seen her barely restrained panic, trying to breathe. Even hearing that beer drinking had to be done while wearing masks. How ridiculous!

    Children herded without parents into stadiums and forcibly injected with a so-called vaccine, causing three to die, others to be hospitalised. He thought of his own lost daughter...the room full of toys, her clothes pretty and sparkly, scattered on her bed with a battered toy dog. The photos, the memories, the anguish....the why?

    This letter from his father had hit him like an unseen blow.

    Of course, had had not read any of the Bible. What was the point? How could old words help? But his letter began with the same words he had received from his father - the last text before he died. "Those awake shall soon be silenced." Underneath there were website connections. One was to doctors who had seen how the "vaccine" reacted with blood cells in the body, distorted and ultimately destroyed them. The doctors were not allowed to comment.

    The evidence was compelling, so Gray had avoided having the vaccine, having seen images of hospital wards full of vaccinated people, still dying of the COVID virus. Today's headline was in large type:

                                                                No Jab

                                                No Job!