Hello Friends,
3 years ago, my sister Karis Kenna Nicole Richardson was stolen from my father and I. She was and still is being trafficked by rogue agents of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP), Saskatchewan Health Authority (SHA), Credit Union, Matrix Law Group and the Seventh Day Adventist (SDA) Church.
My father (Dale J. Richardson) is a Mechanical Engineer with a degree in the same and pioneered research on “The Engineering of Bioterrorism, Child Trafficking, Treason & Crimes of Aggression”. In early 2020, when this research was in its infancy, my father discovered that a crime had occurred. He spoke out about the inconsistencies within the HVAC systems in regards to contagion mitigation. He had likewise founded a corporation “DSR KARIS CONSULTING INC.”, which provided engineering services; In which I held a position as the Chief Communications Officer.
I was working for the SHA in Saskatchewan hospital; a maximum security prison and hospital for the criminally and mentally insane on either ends of the facility. DSR KARIS CONSULTING INC., shared the inconsistencies in engineering infection controls that demonstrated that crimes were committed before anyone heard the phrase “Two weeks before the spread” and gave me permission as the Chief Communications Officer to share this information with the SHA and Saskatchewan hospital. Once I provided this research to them, I was instantly met with threats of my job, self isolation and intimidation. I notified the Canadian Union of Public Employees (CUPE) and received no help in investigating the safety concerns in the workplace regarding contagion mitigation. Nor was I was never provided with an engineering report.
3 years later we are still fighting for the freedom of Karis who remains trafficked and tortured. We are still fighting for every man, woman and child’s right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Perhaps clean air isn’t such a bad place to start?
& To my dearest Karis,
As the rising of the sun, unto the going down of the same, so promised is our labour for your peace. Our father and our lives are not our own but the Lords, who purposes us to be relentless in our fight for every man, woman and child; for you. Our lives are not our own; by extension they are yours. Our minds, hearts and bodies will see no rest until the day of reconvene. All that I am and can give is yours. We aspire to be the light that shines through your smile, my friend. The Karis Project represents this and remains in your humble service. My promise to you is written in my heart until the end of time. So indeed, it’s been a rather long time since i’ve seen you. Until we meet again my friend; and we will.
Such an important contribution.
It’s heavy on my heart and soul for knowing Karis through her friends. I’m humbled.
Debbie