I Sacrificed My Job To Tell The Truth
Ex-NHS Care Worker Shelley Tasker stood in front of a crowd in Truro and announced there were only THREE people in Treliske hospital, where she worked before her public resignation. The hospital has a catchment population of 430,000 people.
Here, she shares her story, in her own words...
There is an urgency in our time which is making us do crazy things, crazy things in the name of truth. And when someone gives up something so dear to them, there has to be a reason behind it.
This time last year was the start of something for many of us. Another push for the ‘New World Order’, known by many as Agenda 21/30 or ‘The Great Reset’ – but I wasn’t on that page. I had been sucked into the propaganda that was fed to us all our lives via the news, and I was fearful that this was the end. If it wasn’t for the fact that I worked within local hospitals, then I probably would have continued to believe the fear that was being pushed upon the world. But I had an insight and nothing measured up to what the public were being told.
Within a couple of weeks, the hospitals were getting quieter and quieter. I was doing shifts with practically no patients. The wards were empty and staff were hanging around, waiting for the impact of the deadly virus. It didn’t arrive. Was it the calm before the storm? Everything we were shown on the news was nothing like what was happening in my reality and as time went by I could see that the media had used their power to implant fear and manipulate the masses.
I was a healthcare assistant and worked on the bank for the NHS. Our dear NHS, that I had admired for so long that I wore my badge with great pride; this was my dream job – to be part of a system that I thought at the time was a great privilege. It was my calling to help others who needed care. This job was flexible. There was always work and they were crying out for staff. You could call up and say you were free to work for a few hours and they were grateful as hospitals were bursting at the seams, but on the 29thof April, all members of bank staff were sent a text to say that all shifts had been cancelled.
At the height of a pandemic there was no work? I had no work for three weeks and after a month, shifts began to become available again, but mainly for nursing homes and care in the community. Towards the end of May the hospitals started opening their doors again. I began working my shifts but it wasn’t the same. Alongside others, I struggled wearing the PPE and felt that healthcare didn’t seem like ‘healthcare’ anymore. Many staff had suggested that this virus wasn’t as deadly as it was made out to be, and seeing what was happening in the news, yet working in this environment told me that something was terribly wrong.
No visitors allowed and Covid-19 swabs that were torturing poor elderly patients with dementia who didn’t have a clue what was going on. I was asked to participate in this by going round the ward foisting these tests on people. I just could not, under any circumstance, take part in something that felt so cruel and wrong. I could not reconcile, in my mind, how a deadly virus, which could apparently be carried on your breath, needed a brutal invasive test to confirm whether you were infected. Surely you could just breathe on the swab?
I went to demonstrations in London which had 35,000 plus people and it felt perfectly safe. I stood amongst people who had seen between the lines of the 360 media and who knew these lockdowns were uncalled for. When it was decided that our country would go into a second lockdown in November, I was astonished. There was no evidence to support this measure – even less than the first time around.
So I did something ‘bad’. I took a screenshot of an email from the NHS head office, that showed the number of cases in Cornwall, and I shared it on social media. I was subsequently reported and then invited by my superiors to discuss it. What could I do? I couldn’t deny it as it had my name on it. There was a ‘Cornwall Freedom Rally’ the next day and I decided to reveal these numbers to the people, believing this should be public information; if they were being lied to in order to put them in a state of fear, they had a right to know.
I cried on the way to this rally. I absolutely loved my job and knew that there would be no going back. But I felt compelled to tell the truth – our county, Cornwall, population 565,000, was shutting down and being locked up for a further month due to three people in hospital with Covid-19! Yes, 3 people. More were going to die from not accessing their treatment/medications, and what about the businesses that would close and never be able to re-open again? People’s livelihoods that they worked so hard to build, ruined. Poverty and mental health were faster becoming a greater threat to us all.
I wore my uniform sadly for the last time when I gave my talk. At the time, I didn’t really think what I did would have the impact that it received. Within 24 hours a video recording of my talk went viral and it was receiving mixed reviews. LOTS of hate but an equal amount of support and love. Obviously from the media it was made out that I was a ‘conspiracy theorist’ and telling lies. Two days later a spokesperson for the NHS said that the numbers I had revealed were in fact correct. This was also publicised in the Daily Mail. So, in theory, anyone could have done their own research to get this information.
I hadn’t worked for a period of eight weeks due to the struggle of wearing a mask. I also had a second job, which I work at, as a self-employed photographer, so I was fortunate not to have to rely on the income alone from the hospitals. I received an email from work asking me to call them as they wanted to discuss what I had done. I never replied. A week later I received a letter asking me to come in for a discussion, also stating that if they did not hear back from me by a certain date then they would accept my public resignation. Again, I did not reply. Part of me wanted to go along to see if a disciplinary would take place and if there may be a chance of me keeping my job. The realisation was that I cannot work due to wearing a mask, and the chances that I would be discriminated against due to what I had done and my personal beliefs would undoubtedly make working very hard.
To this day I have heard nothing from them, however, I still receive daily text messages offering shifts. I have not been formally dismissed, nor did I formally resign. Due to lockdown and NOT having a massive self-employment grant awarded, I am reliant on my partner. I am not entitled to claim any benefits. It would appear that the only way forward is to push my photography business when we are out of lockdown. Perhaps I worked too hard for things that at this moment I no longer see any long-term benefits from. Spending time with my family and my seven-year-old has made me realise what life really is all about. My son’s future is what it’s all about! I will continue to fight for our rights and our children’s futures. We ALL have a voice and we can use it should we so want to.
Back in the days before mass corporatisation and subsequent corruption had taken over the world, Community Assemblies existed, governed by Common Law principles. Food cooperatives, healthcare and education are all very much on the agenda of Community Assemblies. Imagine that… new, healthy schooling that does not indoctrinate your young ones with the ideology of big business and government-sponsored propaganda, warping their vulnerable minds to create their ideal ‘global citizens’ of the future.
The training of ‘Lawful Observers’ (future Peace Constables) to create a national organisation that can become our own private security has already commenced (www.lawfulobservers.org). There are 69 assemblies across the U.K and this is growing rapidly with others using the same set-up in Canada, South Africa, and the USA. This initiative really could take off internationally!
Do check out the website for more details: www.communityassemblies.org. It is time to be the change you want to see!!
Find Shelley's photography website at: www.shelleytasker.com
This article featured in Issue 7 of The Light - a people-funded paper.
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