This is truly a gruesome story that hopefully will wake some people up:
http://christorchaos.com/DispensingWithThePretenseofBrainDeath.htmlLest anyone reading this article, whose beginning has been taken whole from Good Rule Of Thumb: Reject What Conciliarists Promote as I know that readers forget and that repetition is the mother of learning, think for a nanosecond that the story from the September 25, 2012, edition of the New York Post online is not indicative of the deception about "brain death" that is used throughout the corrupt medical industry throughout the world, here are two other stories to consider to disabuse you of that notion:
My son Christian was 15 years old when he had an accident on his way to school. His heartbeat stopped and the doctor on emergency call reanimated him with electroshock. A rescue helicopter took him to Hanover Medical University [located in Hanover, Federal Republic of Germany].
The doctors left us in no doubt that Christian was severely hurt and there was little hope of his survival. Nevertheless, I still hoped that his life was being saved by a miracle. Christian didn’t seem to be badly hurt; there were just a cut at his lip, a grazed cheekbone and another graze on his forehead. His wounds weren’t covered and had stopped bleeding. Christian seemed to be fast asleep. He breathed with the help of a respirator, and there were different monitors displaying diagrams around his bed. At his bedside we could see a catheter filling so fast that it had to be replaced by a bucket. The upper part of his body was not covered and seeing him like this made me feel cold inside. Gently I touched his arm. Christian was warm.
I thought that all the treatment was meant to help my child. But I was wrong. The doctors tried to keep him alive in order to save other people’s lives with his living organs. He was not being treated for his own benefit but for the benefit of others. They had prevented him from dying because only living organs can be transplanted successfully. The abundance of infusions, they had to give him in the beginning to prevent him from dying on the way to the hospital, had to be irrigated so that they would not harm the organ recipients. The doctors’ biggest worry was to prevent him from dying before the organ retrieval. Some time later they asked us to leave the room as they wanted to make an electro-encephalogram. Apart from that, they were waiting for a team of neurosurgeons, we were informed. Instead of the expected 20 minutes, the encephalogram took one and a half hours. There is nothing in the files about an electro-encephalogram, but instead of this an electro-cardiogram. We did not see any neurosurgeons although there is a protocol of two neurosurgeons in his file at that particular time when we were waiting outside the sick-room. Instead of the neurosurgeons, the emergency ward came and explained to us Christian was “dead and clean from barbiturates” and that we would be asked about organ donation and he was telling us now so that we could begin to think about it. That was all. The world stood still for me. The past was gone, the present moment unbearable, there was no future.
They showed us into a small dark room, lit only by streetlight and the lamps from the corridor. We were waiting there motionless, frozen in horror. All at once the assistant medical director came, “Surely Christian was socially-minded?” Was he? I couldn’t tell this moment. “There are other children bound to die if they don’t get a new organ in time.” I was petrified with horror and my only thought was, “It’s over.” The doctor urged us to consent as there were other parents being as desperate as we sitting at the bedside of their children but we were able to help them! I didn’t want anyone to die neither my child nor any other children. I was unable to answer. My husband decided the matter. “If we could help what would they take?”
“Either heart or liver or kidneys, maybe cartilage.”
I could not think properly and didn’t realize that organs can only be retrieved in an operation. We had to abandon hope. We were separated from our child, could not hold him and had to let go of him. We had to say goodbye to him forever while he was still treated, while he was warm, while the monitors were on, and while he was given infusions. I failed to see that he was “dead”, but believed in what the doctors said and trusted them.
After five days Christian was transported to Wolfsburg. I needed to see him for the last time, feel his presence, touch him, delaying for a moment the endless time, afterwards, without him. The undertakers had warned us that he might look very much altered. I didn’t understand what they meant at the time. Did he look ugly? I didn’t mind because when he had chicken pox his face was so swollen I could hardly recognize him. Nothing could stop me. The following morning I was told Christian would be in the small chapel of our cemetery. When I arrived there a cemetery attendant was about to disappear behind the next corner. Reluctantly he came back. When I urged him, he opened the coffin. There Christian was lying - deadly pale, as cold as a stone, not moving. Though I hadn’t seen a dead body before there was no doubt that he was dead. There was a cut from his chin to the neckline of his shirt, he had no eyes. My child looked like a drawn goose.
What had we given our consent to?
Having looked through the medical report I learned that they had retrieved his heart, liver, kidneys, and eyes, and they had even removed his pelvic bones and sold them. Our consent to the removal of one organ had been changed into a multi-organ removal without asking us. The last sight of my child burnt itself into my soul. When I think of him, I have to fight the horrible impression that he was looking so undignified and exploited. This sight of my son still haunts me in my dreams.
But there was something else that worried me afterwards. How could it be that my son was dead while he looked alive and was treated as a living patient? Neither he nor his treatment had changed.
In his medical report I found three different death notices: the first at 17.00 hours, when they diagnosed his brain death they declared as death. The second death notice was docuмented after the retrieval operation, and the third one a day after. How often can a human being die, how many deaths can he die? I thought there is only one death.
I heard the word “brain death” the first time. And it was difficult for me as a non-professional to learn about the meaning of brain death. It is also named “death of the person” or “death of the individual”. If you think it means that a person or individual has died, you are wrong. It only means that the personal or individual aspects of a human being are out of order. The autonomy of the control systems has failed. Dying is a process, not a dot-like event. A brain dead person is about to die. There is no way back to life. Brain death is a definition of physicians to call someone dead when the brain fails. Only on condition that a person is declared dead can they can legally remove living organs while the respirator is still on.
Maybe you don’t understand what I mean. Maybe you think that he would have died anyway, why couldn’t they make use of him? That’s not my point. What I want to make clear is that dying persons are not dead. There is some life ahead of them which they have to complete. Mental and spiritual processes are still going on. A human being needs his own death like a ship needs a floodgate to get into different waters safely. My child did not have the chance to die in this way; instead the ship of his life was sunk abruptly. What a traumatic death he had to suffer after the transplant surgeons had broken him up! My son was a human being, an individual, and no object, and even less recycling material. (Renate Greinert Story.)
TWISTED
"For our struggle is not against enemies of blood and flesh, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers of this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places." Ephesians 6: 12
My husband went to the X-ray department of the hospital to pick-up the docuмents and the X-rays of our son. The woman attending the desk slipped the X-rays from the large envelope and said, "Oh. Well at least he's OK, isn't he?" My husband was shocked and replied, "No, matter-of-fact, my son died here in this hospital!" The woman's eyes widened, she dropped the X-rays, backed away from the counter, turned and walked away. My husband had to help himself to the items she had gathered for him.
The ambulance and hospital records revealed an entirely different account of what took place that dark day.
In the ambulance our son was conscious and "used purposeful movement with his left arm." He was then given drugs that would sedate him and increase his heart rate. Records stated he had a gag reflex.
There was no mention of the drugs used in the ambulance in the hospital records. In ER he was responding to pain, breathing on his own and continued to have a gag reflex.
In laymen's terms, he had flunked the clinical criteria for "brain death."
In an effort to ventilate him he was given pain meds and repeated doses of a paralyzing drug-seven repeated doses. My son fought for his life against those that tried to overtake him. Oh! How our son was tortured.
X-rays were taken-however, their findings were not recorded in the hospital records until much later, long after he had been declared a "donor" and "brain dead" and after his surgery. The notations made here indicated no major damage to the main part of his brain. This statement was repeated more than once throughout the medical docuмents.
He had a head injury, no doubt, requiring intensive treatment. What he received, rather, was a death sentence as he was immediately treated as an organ donor. The ER admitting records indicate, "brain dead," "fatal head injury" and "donor."
The Swan-Ganz line, oversaturating his system with fluids and all other procedures for the pretreatment of living human dissection was done. This is standard protocol for "organ donors"-a procedure immediately implemented. Unbeknownst to all of us, conscious and fighting for his life, he was being prepared to be conveniently killed.
Pronounced dead once? Twice? Three times? Then murdered!
"See to it that no one takes you captive through philosophy and empty deceit, according to human tradition, according to the elemental spirits of the universe, and not according to Christ." Colossians 2:8
Pronounced "brain dead" in ER and a "donor," obviously alive, he is pronounced dead three more times!!
First death-a convenience death-invented to schedule and regulate the actual time of real death. We were told five hours after his having been admitted into ER that he was "dead." The hospital records confirm this time, stating "brain death" had occurred after the apnea test was performed. Obviously my son's organs had already been sold to the highest bidder-he received the death sentence and despite his fight for life, he had been condemned to death. Despite the fact that he could not respond due to being sedated, "brain death" was pronounced.
Second death: the "paper death"-the death certificate. This indicates that he died one and one half hours prior to the apnea test and having been labeled "brain dead!"
Third death-the true "physical death"-having completed their ritualistic rite, our son had been dissected alive and in doing so, killed. The medical records indicate that our son had been given anesthesia nineteen hours after he was suppose to be DEAD! Two drugs were administered-one to relieve pain and a paralyzing drug to inhibit movement-prior to this fatal dissection-half way through his torture, all pain medications was withdrawn. The length of time for his beating heart and other vital organs to be cut out was three and one half hours.
The doctors and staff at this hospital had listed a variety of different times of death. Relatives testified having called the hospital inquiring of our son's condition was told he had died-two and one half hours prior to the apnea test and one and one half hour prior to the death certificate. The hospital reported to a newspaper he died the following morning. There were so many conflicting reports that it was all too obvious to many the seriousness problems of the "brain death" declaration of death.
A Living Hell
Unbeknownst to us, alive and fighting for his life, our son was repeatedly and constantly being tormented and tortured. I have to live with this and it has been a daily struggle.
I now know that my son responded to my touch and voice. The "box" that the two nurses were viewing was that of my son's vital signs. There is no doubt in my mind that his blood pressure and heart rate increased in my presence. I also have no doubt that the reason for the "box" being turned away from me and my family was to conceal the signs of his life-heart beat, respiration, and blood pressure. I have asked Jesus a million times to forgive me of my ignorance and for delivering my son to this throne of demons.
I asked for my son's blessings. I had told him that Jesus would see him "today" in heaven-all as if he his death were imminent-and I know that he was listening. I can only imagine his horror! I left him for dead! I left him there alone and walked away. God have mercy on me!
I believe that had I not been deceived, my son would be alive today. The two doctors' reports stated this fact. I believe whole heatedly that the Lord of Life did hear my prayers. Had I not requested that he be delivered into the hands of a level one hospital where organ transplantation is facilitated in great haste, he would have been treated for his injury. I understand now the fight that I had to take him to this hospital, for those of the fire department and ambulance crew knew the lurking evil. Their silence was deadly.
There is a price paid for deception and the lack of knowledge. The consequence, of which I can attest, will affect me my entire life. Organ donation and my ignorance thereof was the vehicle, the tool necessary for the organ transplant team to carry out their sadistic plan.
I have to live with this ugliness and wait to see my son again. This pain-this incredible void-is most difficult to endure. I cannot view his pictures and enjoy the memories of this beautiful creature that God created, blessing me with his birth and life. I am haunted by the TRUTH of what I witnessed and the revealing of his torture and death. My negligence of his foolishness and playing with a gun is a burden all of its own. To allow him to be taught such a perverse doctrine is quite another, this having the ability to take his life given any number of medical scenarios that could have arisen in his lifetime. You see, he had permitted "organ donor" to be put on his drivers' license at which time the preparations for the ceremonial sacrifice commenced.
"Father forgive them for they know not what they have done." (Bernice Jones Story. Also see the appendix below for a news story about the case of Mrs. Jones.)
Still want to believe in "brain death"? You believe in a lie. You believe in a myth. You can yell and scream and call Dr. Paul Byrne all kinds of nasty names, as some sedevacantist clergy do, sadly. These examples are no more "abuses" of a "legitimate" and morally licit "medical procedure" than what happens in your typical staging of the Protestant and Masonic Novus Ordo service when some "unauthorized innovation" outrages "conservative" Catholics. The Novus Ordo service is itself an abuse that engenders further abuses not intended or "approved" by conciliar authorities in Rome. In like manner, "brain death" is an abuse of truth that engenders increasingly "broader" definitions as to who can be declared as "brain dead" and thus targeted for execution by vivisection.
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