The holding room for the psych ward in the hospital
There was a commotion in the ER psych waiting room. I’d been
stuck there already a very, very, very long time.
Days before I’d gone into the hospital I’d seen several
stories of people who’d gone to the hospital
and refused to get a COVID-19 test, and then get trapped in there and the hospital
wouldn’t let them go. I knew enough about the test to know I didn’t want it. I know
they put something on those sticks they ram up into your brain. It’s evil what’s
going on with all this COVID-19 nonsense. MEDISIN. I’ve lost all faith in
modern medisin at this point.
When I first went into the room, and I realized they were
going to make me do the test, I freaked out. I called mom and was like, I’m
trapped, I don’t want to do this test but they won’t let me out of here until I
do it. Mom just thought I was being dramatic. I was not. The test is evil.
Everything will come into the light eventually, and people will realize how
they were played. They covered it on banned.video, and I’m sure other
independent media. Even when I think about it now I get angry. But the truth
is, I really was trapped.
I was panicking, and I asked for a Bible, you know they have
those in those places if you ask. I was like, God, I don’t know what to do, I don’t
know what to do. I didn’t know a Bible verse to address this situation. I flipped
it open to Psalm 105:15. 15Saying, “Do not touch My anointed ones,
And do My prophets no harm.
Since Saying was italicized, I started reading it
outloud. Everyone working in there knew
I was freaked out about this test anyway. I just read the verse over and over
and over. And over and over and over. And over and over and over, outloud, making
sure everyone could read it.
It got eerily quiet in the room. You could hear a pin drop. I
breathed a sigh of relief. They wouldn’t force me to take the test after all.
But then it stayed silent and I realized, I really was stuck and had to suck it
up and let them put that awful thingee up my nose and make me cry and put stuff
in my brain. Ouch that test hurts. Anyhow… I let them do the test on me. I
prayed outloud, Father forgive them, they do not know what the heck they are
doing! I was so not happy. I heard one of the nurses in there tell another staff,
I knew there was something off about those tests.
I was so scared to go to the hospital. The COVID vax had just
come out and I was scared they’d force it on me. I had no trust for them at
first. But I realized in that holding room, those people in the hospital were
good people and only wanted to help me.
It was still quiet as I sat on my bed. I stayed in my room so
I could take off my mask. But I did go out and tell the nurses about a website
I’d learned of to get information about the COVID vax. They looked it up on
their phones, I know.
You know, its strange how they seemed to know, I thought it
would be cool to plant an underground church in the hospital. All I know is, I
overheard some conversations and knew God loves baseball. And I was like, we
need a babe ruth for like a million home runs.
I read the Bible there outloud, in Revelation. I just sat on
my bed and read it, calmly waiting for whatever came next.
Then there was a commotion, and I heard someone else come
into the room. It was a commotion, but I didn’t know what was going on. After a
few minutes, I went out and saw a young black man in the room! And he seemed really really excited to see
me! And so I got excited! He was saying, I’m Jude Noel, I’m Jude Noel, and it
wasn’t registering because, I hadn’t seen Jude Noel since maybe elementary
school, and he was just a really cute black man, so… but I got excited! I asked the nurses, I really am a prophet,
aren’t I? And they were like, yes! So, I
went to my little room and started pronouncing judgements on CERN, oh those
wicked people bringing in demons, and I got a little zealous and started
yelling, and they had to come in and tell me to chill or they’d have to give me
a shot. I chilled REAL fast. I’ve had
shots in hospitals before, I didn’t want to go there.
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