The owl watched as the doctor stuck a needle into Jane several times, before he cut her open with a blade as sharp as his own talon. He watched the doctor jab the piece of red tube into her lanced flesh and fiddle about with clamps and tape, as Jane lay defenseless from the barbaric attack upon her motionless body.

“There you are, Jane, good as new. Someone will be by on the morning to insert pureed food into your stomach. That will keep you going. We care about you here at We Care, Jane. We want to continue to take care of you. You will feel better once you eat, trust me.”

I hate you! you foul, corrupt, disgusting excuse for a human being. You call yourself a doctor! A witch doctor! A voodoo doctor preying on the innocent! You’re a rapist, Dr. Snippit! You rape the dying of their dignity and autonomy! I hate you! I hate you!

When the doctor walked out of the room, the owl returned to the ledge to get a closer look at the helpless woman who had just been assaulted. The two looked into each others eyes for a long, long time before Jane fell back into a needed sleep.

He remained on the ledge and stared into the confinement of the quiet, dimly-lit room, where the unfortunate female figure lay stretched out like a corpse, a corpse with a red tube growing out of its belly.

When Dr. Snippit left the We Care facility late that night, the signal went out: two short hoots followed by one long. It was repeated by every owl in the vicinity. The unusual scenario of sound made Dr. Snippit look up into the night sky. The full moon shed enough light for him to see something in flight.

The flapping wings pounded like his heart, as the owls consumed him like a cloak. In a united force, their pierced their talons deeply into his body and lifted the frightened man off the ground. They flew away with him into the night.

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“I’ll tell you the truth, Jane. I know it’s not nice to talk bad about the dead, but I never liked that orderly. It’s his ridiculous beard and mustache, it’s just not normal.”

Jane silently looked up at the woman.

“I think he is hiding something, the same way his beard hides his face. Something very sinister. I don’t know. Anyway, he’s dead and gone and the night shift will be short-staffed.”

The aide looked down at Jane with pity and compassion.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

No, don’t go. If I could only speak! Do you know what it is to die like this? Good bye, damn it, good bye.

The aide left Jane alone to stare out the window, that was all the dying woman could do. Jane fell into a deep sleep and there, in her dreams, she could see herself as her healthy, happy self, free to move and walk about. Talk and laugh.

The owl returned to the ledge outside Jane’s window. He watched her sleep. Her feathered friend moved back into the shelter of the tree when he saw Dr. Snippit enter.

“Jane,” he woke her up. “My name is Dr. Snippit. I am going to perform a simple medical procedure on you so I can help you eat.”

No! I have the right to starve! It’s in my Living Will!

“I am going to give you a local anesthetic, so I can make an incision. I am going to insert this bright red tube into your stomach.”

Take your hands off of me, you bastard! Take your hands off of me!

“Don’t worry, Jane. I will clamp it real good.”

Oh, God, this is madness! Save me from this madness!

“The tube is going to stick out of your abdomen, Jane, so the nurses can facilitate you with your food intake.”

John, you’ve  got to help me! Help me! Someone, help me!

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“Hi Jane. I’m back.” It was the aide with the kind looking face.

“They discussed your condition in report today. Because you refuse to eat, they are going to take measures. They mentioned Dr. Snippit, that usually means a feeding tube. God help you, Jane.”

Oh, my God, no! Don’t let them do this to me. John, help me. Help me! Come get me!

“Did you hear the news? That orderly who works this floor at night was found dead this morning. You were under his charge last night, the creep with the harry face.”

Memory of the bearded man flew through Jane’s mind and a look of terror was perceptible to the aide.

“What is it? What’s wrong? I thought I saw something in your eyes.”

Jane just looked at the aide as she listened.

“I wish you could talk, must be awful to be the living dead. I’m sorry, Jane. I don’t mean to offend you. That’s just how I see it.”

You see correctly. I am the living dead.

“Anyway, I was going to tell you about the orderly. He was found dead in a ditch, this morning, with flesh picked clean off the bone. They say his eyes were gouged out and he was attacked by some beast. It happened not far from here, after he got off work.”

He’s dead? That disgusting man is dead? Attacked by a beast? A creature of the wild? Good! I hoped he suffered!

What kind of world is this? Why does he die and I suffer? Oh, my God, can’t you help me?

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Think of what it has to be like to run from your government, flee from your government because it has the power to create the worst agony knowable to any woman who is a mother, and that is to have your child taken away from you.

A unique form of State imposed terror and torment.

Think of what it must be like to be Colleen Hauser and know that if she does not flee, the State will take her son and place him in a State facility so the State can force him to undergo the detriments of chemotherapy.

Think about what it is like to have a felony warrant out for you, proclaiming that you are depriving the State from having your parental and custodial rights. My heart goes out to this woman because I know that she had no other choice.

The media is not going to report that the doctors overstepped their boundaries by bringing this matter of Daniel and his parents to court. The media receives its advertising money from the pharmaceutical industry! How can you get an impartial view? It is not going to bite the hand that feeds it.

The court is not impartial in this matter or any medical matter, it is imperial!

Rather than round us up and put us in gas chambers for our last breath, our government torments, tortures, and kills in the name of saving lives. Doubt not that there is documented evidence that marijuana is a healing property.

Do you think Hippocrates would heal Daniel by means of such coercive measures? I pray someone can guide Colleen and Daniel Hauser toward hemp oil and traditional Chinese medicine. I pray, also, that the tyranny brought about by the almighty power of the I-know-more-than-God doctor be brought to an end.

A family has been torn apart by the STATE!

You’re back! I’d let you in, but I can’t move. My body was eaten away by a cruel disease that has turned me into a mummy. My life is over, but no one will let me die. My life is worse than death. Certainly, your complex social structure allows for death.

The owl tapped his talon on the window, much to Jane’s delight.

She was glad he was there and continued the ramblings of her mind with her feathered friend. She starred at the exquisite looking owl before exhaustion put her back to sleep, where she was free to dream. She blinked her eyes a few times before her lids won the battle of fatigue.

It was roughly 6:30 in the morning when the owls began their attack.

The orderly was off duty and left the We Care facility. He hopped on his motorcycle and heeded for home. He was a few hundred yards from We Care when a swarm of owls flew into the face of the bearded man. They clawed his face and pulled his beard with their talons. They dug into his neck and caused him to run off the side of the road.

The orderly flipped over his bike and landed in a ditch at the bottom of a small hill. The owls were on him in a second. Talons dug into his eyes and blood spurt everywhere. The aggressive owls pulled out patches of hair and tufts of beard, while others shred his clothes and dug their razor-sharp talons into his skin.

Over and over, they plunged their beaks into his flesh and tore the skin right off his body. Just as quick as they were on him, the owls flew out of sight. News of his death was over the airwaves by that afternoon, and, the staff at We Care was stunned by the tragic loss of one of their best employees.

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We who believe in medical freedom sincerely wish you and your devoted mother godspeed and good fortune, as you flee the tyrants who want to take you away from your loving family and devoted parents. We know the cold, impersonal tyrants who mandate our lives for profit  have forced this upon you.

How traumatic for you to experience the horrors of this country at your age. I see love in your face when I follow the information about you. I read the transcripts and know what you said to the judge. You are noble to stand up for your rights and only a loving mother would support you. God bless you both!

You and your mother have angels watching over you.

My heart goes out to Daniel and his family, who are not only experiencing the trauma of the young man’s cancer, something no parent would want for their child; but, are also being put through the agonizing reality that medical tyranny is the almighty power to determine how this unfortunate young man shall die:  Chemotherapy.

Doctors, who manipulate the balance of power for the State (in this instance: Minnesota), have determined that their toxic bio-hazardous chemical is the one and only means of “saving” Daniel’s life. Because of the near deadly effect the first chemotherapy experience had on him, Daniel decided he did not want to go through anymore.

What happened as a result of the boy expressing his free will?

He and his parents were dragged into Brown County District Court, which created even more stress for Daniel and his the family, all of whom should be allowed to live and love and die as free people.

I have read all the court documents available to the public.

In a session held inside the judge’s chamber, Daniel told Judge John Rodenberg that his first experience with chemotherapy was extremely torturous. He felt like he was going to die from the experience and would never undergo chemo again.

A mother and son forced to flee a State of Tyranny, in order to escape the horrors of  a  medical procedure that is cruel and inhumane treatment, with no guarantee of life, liberty, or happiness. If they are found and Daniel is subjected to to more toxic chemo and dies in the end, I am left to ask,

Who will be held accountable for the young man’s State Ordered Medical death?

I pray for the welfare of mother and son. I understand their position, what the State is forcing on them, and how the State is forcing them to behave as they now do.

” I know you like this, Jane. All the women like what I do for them.” The orderly rammed his finger hard and fast inside her vagina, hurting her intensely.

Someone, please, help me!

He removed his left hand away from Jane’s breast and unzipped his pants. He pulled out a hot throbbing fat dick and stroked it across the back of Jane’s curled up, bone thin hand. He took hold of her lifeless hand and wrapped it around his cock. With help from his own hand wrapped around hers, he whacked and squeezed his penis until warm milk spilled in hot orgasmic spurts.

“You liked that, didn’t you? I know you did Jane. All the woman love what I do for them.”

You sick bastard!

The owl in the tree outside the window watched the orderly abuse the poor helpless lady trapped in bed like an animal in a snare. He got a good look at the burly, bearded man who stood before the window like lord of the estate after he ended his perverse behavior.

“I’m leaving you now, Jane. There are others who need me. I’ll be back tomorrow night.” He looked into Jane’s eyes. “Wait a minute, something is not right. I need to move your head back, you were facing the window when I came in.”

The orderly left the room.

Tears spilled from Jane’s eyes as she tried not to think of what had just taken place. She closed her eyes for a moment and when she reopened them, she found a set of gold eyes looking at her again.

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Oh, my God, who is this man? Who wears a handle-bar mustache? No! Don’t touch me!

The orderly pulled the cover off of Jane in the dimly lit room. “Don’t you look like the living dead,” he remarked in a crude manner. “Are you wet?”

He pulled away the strip on the disposable diaper to discover Jane only urinated a scant amount. “Not enough to warrant a change,” he said, as he moved his hand over her public hairs.

Jane’s heart pounded with fear as the bearded stranger squeezed her private area.

“I bet you’ve been missing that.” He tugged at her pubic hairs and probed around with his middle finger until he found the entrance into the vagina.

“Yea, that’s what you want, a little finger action.” He moved his finger back and forth, in and out, as he looked down into Jane’s helpless eyes. “Do you like that?”

Stop! Stop! Stop him God. Oh, please, stop him!

“Does that feel good, Jane?”

I hate you, you bastard! I hate you! You’re going to pay for this! You hear me! You’re going to pay for this!

“Let me see your breasts,” he said, as he used his free hand to move the worn gown up to her neck to expose her bosom.

Oh God, help me! Help me!

“They look lonely, Jane.”

He put his free hand on her right breast and squeezed it tight. He bent down and brushed his nasty beard over her nipple before he put it in his teeth and sucked it into his wet mouth.

Get off of me, you pig, get off of me! God, get him off of me! Damn you, John, this is your fault. I hate you, John. I hate you!

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God, help me die. Please, help me die. Have the world see that this is wrong and help me die. Don’t let me suffer any longer.

A tear spilled out of the corner of Jane’s eye and moved slowly down her face into her ear.

Take me now, get the job over. I’m not afraid. I’m ready even if John isn’t. Watch over him when I’m gone. Please, no more…

The sky quietly lost its light and Jane fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

When she woke up she discovered a set of eyes staring at her, they were large gold eyes. An owl stood on the ledge outside the window of the dimly lit room.

What? What is that? An owl standing on the ledge?

She blinked her eyes and squinted and looked with deep intent.

It is an owl! An owl is actually standing on the  window ledge. He’s looking at me. He is absolutely beautiful. Take me to paradise on your wings.

The owl saw Jane as she really was, a dying creature. He also saw the night orderly walk into the room and flew into the camouflage of the old ash tree, allowing him to continue looking in on the poor helpless woman.

Oh, no. Don’t fly away!

The orderly looked like someone you didn’t want to mess with, he towered above six feet and was stronger than a bull. His long tangled hair was tied back in a pony tail. His face was not perceptible, as it was hidden behind a mask of over-grown facial  hair and a handle-bar mustache.

“You must be Jane,” he said, as he turned her head away from the window.

to be continued…