Holy War

This gave me full body chills…

“👁️ Did you ever wonder why the baby’s taken across the room? Why the cord is clamped fast, the mother left shaking, the lights so bright it feels like judgment?

Did you ever feel the stillness—the eerie quiet when the father’s hands are empty, the grandmother’s not in the room, and the newborn is nowhere near a breast?

It’s not just medicine.

It’s not just policy.

It’s a ritual.

And it’s not ours.

🧬 They inject pig-derived Pitocin to mimic the hormone God designed to flood a woman’s brain in labor. But it doesn’t reach the brain. It only contracts the body.

The love doesn’t flow.

The imprint doesn’t land.

The bonding doesn’t seal.

Just pressure. Just force.

💉 Synthetic love.

⚡ Counterfeit release.

🧠 Neurological silence.

And while the woman is watched but not touched, while the baby is wiped but not suckled, while the father is praised for being “supportive” but not leading—

they cut the thread.

👶 The mother-baby dyad was made to reflect divine intimacy. To pass down trust, peace, protection.

But when it’s broken—

the body remembers.

The child stores the grief.

The mother learns disconnection.

The father fades from view.

That’s how it starts. But it doesn’t end there.

Then come the bottles.

The cribs.

The high chairs.

The eight-hour separations called school.

The praise of independence that is really just early detachment.

The lie that the nuclear family is enough. That Mom runs the home. That Dad is just for weekends. That children are safest raised by strangers in buildings funded by gods they do not know.

🕳️ We are not looking at broken systems.

We are looking at precision-engineered fragmentation.

And you feel it. You’ve felt it all along.

That something was taken before you could name it.

That someone was missing even while you were being told you had “everything you need.”

But listen: the lie only wins if we let it.

And we won’t.

We are pulling the babies back to the breast.

We are restoring the mother’s voice in the birth room.

We are putting grandmothers back at the table.

We are praying over the placenta.

We are keeping them close at night.

We are burning the counterfeit and walking in the design.

This is not soft work.

It is a holy war”

– written upon the heart of almost every midwife

– author – Cardinal Birth Midwifery Service