Manifest of Intuition – My Body, My Truth

Manifest of Intuition – My Body, My Truth

I was born into a world where care has become an industry.
Where profit determines the diagnosis, and fear writes the treatment plan.
Where you are not seen as a human being, but as a potential patient –
lifelong dependent, lifelong profitable.

My life story began even before birth.
Ritodrine – a chemical drug supposedly meant to prevent premature birth –
was administered to me and my mother.
Without necessity. Without real evidence. Without soul-level consent.
The damage? Invisible on scans, but deeply felt in my nerves, my energy, my entire being.

What followed was not care, but a project.
A lifelong campaign of assumptions, projections, and diagnoses –
all under the guise of "help."
But no one ever asked:
“What really happened to you?”
“What is your story?”

And I am not alone.
This is how the system works.
A system that does not seek truth, but control.
That offers no healing, only dependency.
And time and again, it is ordinary people, outsiders, even unborn children
who are sacrificed to a model built on fear, control – and profit.

The attack begins before life itself.
The propaganda starts with the wish to have children.
The first brochure, the first consultation, the first injection –
all saturated with marketing and subtle coercion.
New parents are not supported; they are steered.
And let this be clear: parents are not to blame.
They are often victims themselves,
entrapped by a government that claims to protect but instead sells,
misled by the pseudo-science of pharmaceutical promises.

The system knows exactly what it is doing.
The political leaders, the health institutions, the mental health system – they are not ignorant.
They understand the game, because they depend on the game.
They are the system.
And they will protect it at all costs –
not from disease, but from truth.

And so everything stays the same.
Unless we choose differently. Unless we speak.
Unless we remember who we truly are.

I speak.
I remember.
I breathe resistance against forgetting.

I say:
My body is not the property of the state.
My mind is not a canvas for their diagnoses.
My soul is not a projection of their fears.

I choose intuition.
I choose natural healing.
I choose self-determination.
I choose love over fear.
Truth over protocols.
Freedom, even when it’s uncomfortable.

I am not a patient.
I am a conscious being.

And these words are my medicine.