What Saved Me

Hospital Protocols were a death sentence to most, a money grab for hospitals, and healing to no one.

Why me?

I've been trying to explain for the longest time how I made it out of the hospital alive when so many people didn't. I know all the credit and glory goes to God, but I still wonder why me and not so many others? I would tell people that I said a prayer, but others would tell me they also prayed, yet their loved ones died. Or they would say, they prayed, but now they are living with permanently damaged lungs, liver, and kidneys from Remdesivir and other poisons. I didn't know how to respond to these people because I didn't have a true understanding myself.

Then I came across a few YouTube videos of a man named Derek Prince. Normally, I would have skipped over a video of an unknown pastor to me with an English accent. Had I known his religious background, I most definitely would have dismissed him, but since I was working in the yard, I just listened. I was humbled, and God gave me the answer to my question.

I learned that not only was my prayer the key, but it was more about what I prayed, the intent behind the prayer, and my continued obedience. I didn't pray just to save my physical body; it was more than that. I suffered for many months after leaving the hospital, so it was not an instant miracle of healing. It was about realizing not to put my faith in man any longer, but instead to turn to God. It was about the fear of God, reading God's word daily, and being obedient to do His Will.

How God Heals

I learned how God heals the body.

“Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, And He saved them out of their distresses. He sent His word and healed them, And delivered them from their destructions.” Psalm 107:19-20

As I listened and heard that Bible verse, all I could think was -that is what happened to me.

I knew I was at death's door. I knew that no man, machine, or medicine could save me. Doctors would come in every day and tell me another life-threatening symptom and how death was near. I could hear “Code Blue” day and night. People were dying all around me, and I knew that I was next. So I prayed.

The Fear of God

“He will be the sure foundation for your times, a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; the fear of the Lord is the key to this treasure”. Isaiah 33:6

At first, I asked God to stop the pain. Then I realized that could mean death, and I didn't want to die, leaving my family behind. But I also thought about what death would look like for me.

Then a fear came over me. Not the fear of dying, because I had accepted that as my fate, but the true fear of the Lord. Had I lived my life worthy of going to heaven? At that point, I had switched my focus from my family to my soul salvation, and it seemed quite selfish to think this way. It just seemed to hit me all at once that I was not here for me. Had I done the things God put me here to do, or had I just lived the way I thought was best? I had lived by the standards of this world, but not by the standards of God or for what He put me here to do.

So I changed my prayer. Now knowing God was in control and filled with fear of God, I prayed for His will to be done. I made a covenant with God, and I said that if I live, I will do your will here on earth, and if I die, I will serve you in heaven.

After that prayer, I was at complete peace. When the doctors came in to give me more disturbing news about my condition, I could not have cared less. I was in extreme pain, but I had no fear of their threats or predictions of my impending death.

Defeating Evil

Revelations 12:11 describes it best and is indeed a revelation.

“And they have defeated him by the blood of the lamb and by their testimony. And they did not love their lives so much they were afraid to die.”

I had no fear of dying, and I had promised to do God's will. I had defeated Satan by giving my life to God and not loving my life until death.

I can see, looking back, the ways God provided key people to protect me from evil. The first was my husband being present with me during each day, even when the hospital policy at the door stated clearly no visitors.

He was present when the doctor came in daily to harass me about getting vaxxed and threatened me with ventilation. My husband rubbed my back constantly and gave me that human touch with love and prayer.

God also gave me attentive, caring nurses the last 3 nights. One rubbed my back as I vomited after my nightly dose of Remdesivir. And the last two nights, the nurse came rushing in ready to do CPR because my heart rate had dropped below 30 bpm. I could tell from her frantic disposition that she seemed to have experienced this situation many times before, and it was an indication of imminent death. But still I had no fear of death.

Continued Healing

After leaving the hospital I soon found out God's healing for me (and probably for others) was not instantaneous. He wanted me to grow in faith, knowledge, understanding, and wisdom. Up until that time, I was only an educated fool. I had information from my own research. I knew not to get the vaccine or be put on a ventilator, but I didn't have a true understanding of the corruption around me or the wisdom to keep me from the dangers. That can only come from God. I was relying on my own understanding, and it led to my suffering.

Once I got home, I continued to suffer. I stayed awake 3 days and nights straight because the pain of my scarred lungs was too unbearable to sleep. I walked day and night, leaning against the couch with an oxygen cord following behind me. I even went back to the ER begging them to give me something for the pain so I could sleep, not knowing they were the ones who flooded my lungs, causing the damage and pain in the first place.

On a follow-up visit to a pulmonologist, he told me my lungs would be scarred for life. He reached into a cabinet and seemed to randomly pull out a box with an inhaler in it, and said, “Here, try this and see if it helps any.” As if I were a dart board and he was throwing darts to see what would stick. All I could think was…. I don’t accept this curse. I will heal without doctors. So, I went home and threw away the bag of multiple “sample” prescriptions he gave me. God led me to many natural detoxes and healing supplements. He led me to people with knowledge about healing the body, the knowledge big Pharma wanted to remain hidden.

I started to read the Bible, and I'm not exactly sure why. I had never been able to read it before because I didn't understand what I was reading. I had seen a few Bible verses posted online, so I looked them up. As I read further and included the whole context of the verses, I could begin to understand what the message was, at least the message for me. Just like the physical body, we are all different. We heal differently, and specifically according to our body's needs. God works the same and communicates with us directly and independently from each other. It’s about a genuine relationship with God, closer than any earthly relationships.

I was able to relate things to scripture that pertain to the current world and myself. Scripture came alive before my eyes. I began to connect with others and find the truth about what was really happening in hospitals and why I always felt things were very wrong the whole time I was there. After hearing the following clip, I have a better understanding of the power of God's Word and what it actually does.

My son, give attention to my words; Incline your ear to my sayings. Do not let them depart from your eyes; Keep them in the midst of your heart; For they are life to those who find them, And health to all their flesh. Proverbs 4:20-22

So I began to get better physically and spiritually. I also had to fulfill my obligation of the covenant I made with God to do His Will. God not only gave me spiritual revelations when reading the Bible, but He also gave me revelations about what happened to me in the hospital and what happened to so many others. He opened my eyes to the depth of evil and corruption that is still working today to attack and kill his people.

Seeing Clearly

I could see clearly how the hospital protocols and deaths were intentional and used to push out the vaccine to the public through fear. Since nurses were dancing in the hallways and no one was running out to get the vax, they needed to make it seem an urgent need. They had to artificially inflate the Covid deaths so that people would rush to get vaxxed. The fear of possible impending death meant there was no time to wait and see what the vax did to others; everyone would need the life-saving vax asap. The hospital murders were more than just a money grab for hospitals; it was propaganda for the vaccine push. That's why most people who entered a hospital tested positive for Covid, and the flu seemingly disappeared for 2 years.

The testing made Covid rampant, and hospitals made Covid deadly.

While in the hospital, I had doctors telling me that if I had been vaxxed, I wouldn't be in the hospital. My husband and children weren't vaxxed, yet they had recovered at home from Covid. But the nurses and the doctors bombarded my husband and me constantly with the message "everyone needs to get the vaccine." At one point, my husband even said to me, "Maybe we should get the vax". My response was that they won't tell us what's in this vaccine, there is no data on short or long-term effects, and the data that was in VAERS showed it was the most dangerous vax of all time, even with limited data. There was no way we were getting that shot.

So many people said that after their loved ones died in the hospital or after they heard of friends or colleagues dying in the hospital, they went to get the Covid vax. They believed Covid was killing people, and never imagined hospital doctors and nurses could cause death, even though medical malpractice was the 3rd leading cause of death before Covid. Another obvious indicator of deception was that we never saw the homeless dying on the streets.

The fear of false and fraudulent information worked to get many who were not planning to get vaxxed to go get the deadly jab. What you fear becomes your God.

I also saw and heard many Christians put their total faith in man. They had turned an average person into an idol because he/she was educated and a so-called "expert". Doctors and experts were so idolized that they were deemed incorruptible. The importance of credentials superseded the need for morals and Godliness, even common sense. For most, a doctor without spiritual guidance meant nothing when it came to healing patients. But true wisdom and understanding comes only from God. We are now being led by educated fools.

Doing God’s Will

Since leaving the hospital, I have forfeited a career and worked full-time doing God’s work with no payment for my work. God has provided. I accept donations, but other than that, I am not affiliated with anyone or any company. I am not a “Non Profit” because I don’t want any limits set on what I can say or do. My directions come from God, not man. I ask others to help share the truth of God and the truth of evil by following me on X @protocolkills or visiting my website ProtocolKills.com for updates. You can also follow me on Rumble for the new Podcast I host called Medical Mafia, or follow my Rumble channel ProtocolKills.com for clips. I pray everyone is able to bring God into their hearts and lives before it is the last minute. Learn from my mistakes and know you are part of a much bigger plan. God gives us free will, so you can follow your plan, but just know that God’s plan is unimaginably better and submitting to God is gaining everything. I was saved from my sin, healed from sickness, and delivered from the power of Satan.