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Medication or Poison: Mac the Red Poodle Story

My primary life focus is helping humans find peace and escort them through the great transition we call dying. I also practice canine acupressure. Sometimes I find both dog and end of life client at the same location.

I went to meet my newest client, Terry, an eighty-seven year old man dying of end-stage, congestive heart failure. It was a thirty minute drive from my place to the Westside of Santa Cruz, where an incredibly tall and spindly palm tree marked the destination. The bark of eighteen month old Mac, a beautiful red standard poodle, announced my arrival.

Over my client’s last month of life, Mac and I bonded. Whenever I step through the front door, Mac is waiting. Each time, I kneel, drop to his level and take him into my arms. I am never sure which of us is more excited to see the other. All separation falls away.  I lower my head down and he sniffs, licks, nuzzles and loves me. I absorb him.

The great thing about dogs: they are always in the flow of the present moment. When we are with our dogs, there is an opportunity to remember what we really are at the deepest core. Most dog-lovers feel and understand this.

During one day while Terry was sleeping, his wife Peggy informs me about Mac’s health history. She’s had poodles continually since 1963. Her two small poodles lived to age eighteen. Four of her large poodles died at about thirteen to fifteen. She told me:

“We got Mac in the summer of 2015. The breeder’s vet and our vet gave the puppy a clean bill of health, for a while he seemed to be doing fine. Then after about a year he started having vomiting and diarrhea problems. As Mac’s vomiting, diarrhea, decreased appetite and itching got worse, particularly the diarrhea, the vet put Mac on a strict diet of Hypo-hydrolyzed protein. He hated both the wet and dry versions and I had a very difficult time getting him to eat. So he lost several pounds and still has diarrhea and vomiting at times.”

A few months later, after Terry had passed on, Mac stopped eating almost entirely. Peggy’s vet had run every possible test and suggested exploratory surgery. Peggy felt a less invasive method might work. Remembering how I used stomach channel acupressure to stimulate Mac’s appetite a couple of months earlier, she asked me to come over.

After two weeks of acupressure (three times per week), a healing progression began. I would work for about fifteen to twenty minutes focusing mostly on Mac’s stomach channel and balancing with his bladder and pericardium channel. Dogs love acupressure and respond beautifully.

After the first week of treatment, Mac began to eat. Then the vomiting stopped and the diarrhea lessoned, though he still had not gained weight. The next week Mac was having mostly normal bowel movements again and eating regularly.

At this point, he was still not gaining weight, so we began to look at other factors. Trouble shooting together, Peggy and I began to discuss medications. I began to research the only medication Mac was on: a once a month, chemical-tablet called Trifexis.

I was not familiar with this drug but through online research, discovered several disturbing articles relating Trifexis side effects, such as: cancer, pancreatitis, blindness, seizures and so on. At least 700 dogs have died. Thousands have been sickened and disabled. That was four years ago.  In the last few years, Trifexis has remained on the market and tens of thousands of dogs have continued to be poisoned, sickened and have died. Additionally hundreds of firsthand, anecdotal accounts were listed at the end of the articles by sad and angry pet owners.

Trifexis is manufactured by Elanco (a branch of Eli Lilly pharmaceutical company) and a combination of the flea-eliminating pesticide spinosad + the heartworm medication, milbemycin oxime. It is the monthly, beef-flavored tablet that is given to dogs in order to (according to the Elanco site), to:

“Kill fleas and prevents flea infestations, prevents heartworm disease, and treats and controls adult hookworm*, roundworm and whipworm infections. It’s an easy and effective way to get a little peace of mind, even if you don’t own 3 dogs. Trifexis is approved for use in dogs and puppies 8 weeks of age or older and 5 pounds of body weight or greater.”

Possible side effects of Trifexis include: Pancreatitis, heart disease, vomiting, diarrhea, fly biting, (an air snapping behavior common in epileptic dogs), seizures, confusion, restless wandering, weakness in rear limbs; paralysis, lethargy, as well as, hypersensitivity, acting as if suddenly bitten, touchiness, itching, decreased appetite, rash, and reddening of the ears and/or skin.

The Trifexis-poisoning story I originally found was from Dec 23rd, 2013 article in Whole Dog Journal, with an update on June 15th 2017.  (https://www.whole-dog-journal.com/blog/Trifexis-Adverse-Effects-20898-1.html). It is a very incriminating and disturbing story about dog poisoning, sickness and deaths attributed to the use of Trifexis.

Mac’s story as it turns out is quite common. Most people are not paying close enough attention or questioning the possibility that the drug/poison given to their dogs once monthly in the form of a heartworm/flea eliminator called Trifexis – could be the cause. Here are a couple of actual stories of people who have experienced adverse effects from Trifexis.

“I gave all three dogs their monthly doses today and a few hours later one of my dog’s freezes… and when she tried to take a step she collapsed. I fell to the floor with her, holler for my son. I have her head in my lap but she could not move. Her body got cold like ice. We were frantically trying to think what she may have gotten into but came up with nothing. After a while it donned on me that she took the pill earlier and I knew EXACTLY what I was looking at: Trifexis toxicity. She threw up a couple times and it smelled like the pill (awful smell).

“My 1 year old Schnoodle…has been on Trifexis since she was 3 months old without any reactions…until last night. I gave her the exact dosage prescribed, exactly how it was to be given and four hours later I am rushing her to the Emergency clinic. The vet said that it was a reaction from the Trifexis”

One person commented on blood profile tests taken before Trifexis use and after, showing a clear poisoning correlation. A holistic veterinarian Will Falconer, DVM commented:

“Being so focused on making profits off their pesticide…they’ve never tested before and after blood values…” In fact, according to an April 13, 2014 article by Doctor Falconer:

“If you live in Canada, the UK, or Australia, your version of Trifexis is called Panoramis.  And, if the name Trifexis scares you, you can get the very same product now under the name Comboguard.” Dr. Falconer continued:

“Elanco has sold well over 50 million doses as of November 2013…Elanco, and the AVMA (American Veterinary Medicine Association) right along with them, are spinning the story that tries to tell all these people that their animals who either died or got paralyzed or went blind right after taking Trifexis have no reason to blame the drug. This is largely based on necropsies (think autopsies on animals) reviewed by an “independent pathologist.”

That “independent” veterinary pathologist as it turns out was named Jeffery Engelhardt. He has worked for Eli Lilly for over 20 years. Dr. Falconer concluded with:

“How many non-reported deaths/illnesses have occurred – simply because the owners or attending vets didn’t make the connection between Trifexis and the deaths/illnesses?”

If you see symptoms (drug/poisoning side effects) and your dog is taking Trifexis, connect the dots. Better, stop this medication right away even if your dog is not showing in outward signs of illness.

Dog heroes like Dr. Falconer get ‘quacklisted’ when they speak out against the harm they see and enough people begin to follow their site. The Establishment (American Veterinary Medical Society and their education committee the pharmaceutical companies) then send out information meant to confuse people, create doubt, and discredit the source. They assure you that their medication (Trifexis in this case) could not possibly be causing your dog’s sickness or death. Anyone who questions the mainstream doctrine has their credibility attacked.

Our eyes do not deceive us. Direct experience, witnessing Trifexis being given, side effects manifesting as sickness in our dogs, cannot be denied. If you watch a TV promotional for a pharmaceutical medication, the comedic and bizarre side effect montage takes up the entire second half the infomercial. These side effects are often much worse than the condition in which the medication is being used. This is the case with Trifexis.

For many years now, the Eli Lilly-owned ‘Elanco’ has been able to keep their poisonous pesticide (disguised as a helpful flea and heart worm medication) on the market despite a growing number of dog illnesses and deaths directly linked to its use. How many more dogs are going to get sick and die before a stop sign is put up?!

Pet owners and dog lovers often treat their dogs better than they do themselves. Help spread the word and let us remove Trifexis from all veterinary prescriptions. This means that we have to educate our vets and not leave it up to the pharmaceutical companies.

As Peggy later said about Mac’s illness progression:

“Suddenly I remembered: The vet said to me that he was so sorry that I had two dogs with digestive problems. At the time I did not pick up on the real meaning behind that remark.” Only later, when Peggy and I talked, did she analyze why seven of her nine poodles did not have digestive problems. She realized that only her last two dogs did-and both were given Trifexis.

In 2005, Peggy got Jacque a white standard poodle. When he was about five years old he developed pancreatitis. The vet never knew why.  From that time on she had to keep him on a low fat diet. When he was ten, he developed a large cancerous growth on the side of his stomach. He reached the point where he could no longer have food go from his stomach into the intestine. He had to be euthanized. Peggy further expressed:

“I also realized, in hindsight, that there were times when I delayed giving the Trifexis and then the stomach problems would recede. Then when I gave the Trifexis the problems would return.”

Instead of the last suspect, should we not first be looking at the drugs being given to our dogs in the form of medications?

Natural alternatives are available for ticks and fleas, like garlic. There are several alternative sites with more natural and non-harmful remedies available online, like Canine Health Concerns.

I am with Mac again. It is our 3rd week of treatment. He rests contentedly on top of my foot after a healing session. Unconditional goodness permeates the room. Peggy leans forward from her nearby chair and says:

“I am so happy Mac is doing better.” She paused, smiling. “He sure does love you.” A few tears of gratitude slid from my eyes as I looked up.

“Yes, and I sure love him.”

At the time of this writing, Mac and I are on our 3rd week of acupressure treatments. My red poodle buddy has picked up a few pounds, is eating regularly and continues to recover.

  • Michael Harrington is a published writer with a background that includes 16 years working in the field of end of life care and over 20 years in the healing arts, including: acupuncture, yoga teacher, massage, meditation and spiritual inquiry. He has been practicing canine massage and acupressure for several decades.

The Ozone blogs…and beyond

This is my first blog in some months. I have been in contact with numerous people, via phone and email, related to Major Autohemotherapy (10-pass ozone).  I have explored this topic several times on this blog.

I recently had a relapse in health some months back and have recovered with 10-pass ozone sessions (actually I only did 8 passes). I have had two sessions, two months apart this year and am now attempting to do lifelong maintenance sessions–2-3 months apart– in order to maintain a higher level of physical vitality and health.

Suffice to say, 10-pass ozone, using the Lahodny protocol is the best thing I have ever found for chronic illnesses of all kinds. A non-toxic therapy that addresses the root causes of most of the chronic illnesses today.

I have also been on a constitutional herbal formula from a Master ayurvedic doctor (also and MD and a true healer) from Nepal.  The inner work with Nisargadatta and Ramana, true spiritual Masters whose pointers (primordial words) are pure grace, have deepened meditation.

I will continue to blog here and welcome contact, however, most of my energy is going to my new site (soon to be activated)–consciousretreat.wordpress.com.  This site will launch my offering: Conscious Transition—where silent retreats will be organized to help people find lasting peace.

More on this topic in another blog, once the site is put online.

 

 

The Formless Aspect of the Self…

The first three decades of my life were focused primarily as a particular form identity. An assumption “I am this body’ and that an individual persona is in charge of taking care of my body.

It’s really a preposterous assumption when looked at; one that easily turned into rock solid belief. Most of humanity has swallowed this: ‘I’ am this, that is ‘mine’, what about ‘me’ -identity, like some kind of hypnotic Kool-Aid that has been injected at regular intervals.

In this way, the ego-trance (sense of individual selfhood) never seems to wear off. But if we see that the one looking for answers has actually made up the questions and the problems, and go deeply into this, we see that there is no independent existence.

This  is called awakening. It is all very simple.

Once awakening happens, the ego trance is snapped in a profound way. Orientation to the Kool Aid salesman can still appear at times but cannot be believed for long.

The truer orientation becomes the formless and simple awareness, I AM. This is the pure consciousness that contains everything, does everything (God), the formless One that also plays as all forms.

The truth is seen clearly.

As the journey continues to unfold here, immense spirit fills the heart.

A week has gone by since I had my last ozone treatment.  The body has improved about 20 percent–in some ways. In other ways, it is hard to gauge. The voice is more vibrant, the life force is seeping in more and yet many of the symptoms: fatigue, nausea, and inner shaking  remain. Some days I can walk only short distances before needing  to sit down. The mind is baffled:

“But I’ve done all the good things!” Form identity question, Kool Aid for sale.

My uncle called last night. The guy is the king of life-affirmation, a true adventurer. He is a man who exudes positive energy. At 74, he is still involved in full scale adventures, both backpacking and skiing, and occasional half marathons even.

The journey here has been different. We have both loved nature adventures but in the last years, I have been moving more and more into sedentary lifestyle and gentle movement.

I have seen that the soul or Self does not care how the body moves or if it moves. At times, as pure soul, identifying as the formless, I feel utterly well in all ways. And then a subtle shift will take place, a fiber of identity with the Michael body (as who I am) creeps in, then unwellness is sensed.

Truly there is always wellness when we see who we really are, when we attune to the formless soul.

Disease and Illness are only possible if we identify ourselves with a particular form.

This will be my last blog for a bit. I will opening energies to the creation of the Conscious Transitions Retreats. (See the Conscious Transitions page on my blog for more details).

Thanks for reading and many blessings, Michael

 

*Sometime in August/2017 writings will continue- as a healing arts-related blog but most of the entries will be going on Michael’s new site: consciousretreat.wordpress.com.

Animal Magic…

I rarely go to the movies but I did see the Zookeeper’s Wife (yes- yet another World War 2 themed film). The best part of the movie: the animals. Two scenes in particular are very touching. The birth of a young elephant, brought back to life by the zookeeper’s wife- when the respiratory canal was blocked with mucous.

And my favorite part- an incredible healing scene with a rabbit as the centerpiece. Pure magic.

Animals are amazing.

And dogs with their special affinity to humans, bestow an incredible loyalty and a type of unconditional heart-centered companionship.

I visit my most recent end of life client’s wife, Peggy–once a week, at her request. Though her husband, Terry, died in early April, Peggy still needs emotional-spiritual support. I help her with a few practical things. And though not actively dying, she is 80 years old and has many health challenges.

Last Friday when I showed up at the door, Peggy answered and immediately went to finish a chat call. I was left with Mac, the red poodle.

As I came in the door, Mac approached and I dropped to his level, taking him into my arms. I was not sure which of us was more excited to see the other. All separation fell away.  The acknowledgement of Existence.

I felt seen at the core, as a valuable part of the scheme. So much of the time, in the last years during the chronic illness, I have invalidated myself, my contribution, my worth. Subtle forms of the primary egoic movement:

“Am I enough?”

Mac has this way of being majestic, ordinary, in tune,  yet still. His ways are unique to any dog I have known. As I lowered my head down more, he sniffed, licked, nuzzled and simply just pressed the side of his body against me, remaining still and poised. I absorbed him.

God incarnate as dog. Jesus the Christ in action, the Buddha Field, whatever name you like: Unconditional goodness permeated the room.

I am here to die with a dog, be fortunate enough to experience God through Mac.

I could see clearly that we are here only to experience this Grace, as giver and receiver.

JUST FOR LOVE.

Tears slid from my eyes, core touching core, redeemed and grateful.  My healing session is complete. Just 2 minutes with Mac is all I need.

I am more fully here, more available for Peggy. I can listen in the stillness and hear what is really being expressed underneath her words, soothe the tears with the same LOVE Mac showed me. I can be present for the regret, sorrow and anger she is experiencing.  I can reflect the truth of LOVE.

I embody a more spacious place and undertake the simple, practical tasks Peggy wants me to help her with for an hour. We then sit and talk for 2 hours.

Well, mostly, she talks. I listen, embody presence, and be the space as dissolution continues; for she died with her husband too. Peggy is saying goodbye to those old attachments, feeling deeply all that she was holding in and letting go in subtle and profound ways. She is on a most important, mystical journey.  How can she still experience the full depth of her husband’s soul, without seeing him?

And there is nothing like the guide called death, that sudden thrust into formlessness, the realm often seen as a dark tunnel. Really that tunnel is made of Light and dying is just a transitory shift of Consciousness (God)–which is Eternal.

Before I left, Peggy informed me that Mac would soon be trained as a Therapy Dog–not necessarily to enter as a professional but so she can take Mac to places that ‘ordinary’ dogs are not allowed.

Mac will work his magic outside of illustrious ‘professional’ distinction. He will greet the little girl inside the grocery store who has just lost her grandpa. Mac will cheer up the teenager, depressed because, well, he is a teenager and he will bring a smile to the 95 year old who can no longer hear.

Yes, Mr. Macker the red poodle will share his inherent gifts, that scent of Love, without even trying. All will share in Mac’s joy-laced glory.

**On an interesting end note, most are aware of Guide Dogs for the blind. What has evolved in the last decades: 3 primary categories of Service dog are now available for a vast variety of needs.

1) Service Dog (Mobility issues, visual impairment (blindness), hearing impairment (deafness), seizures, diabetes, PTSD, autism, epilepsy, multiple sclerosis (MS), and other physical/mental disabilities).

2) Emotional Support Dog: Anxiety, depression, bipolar/mood disorders, panic attacks, and other emotional/psychological conditions.

3) Therapy Dog: Therapy dogs are trained to provide affection and comfort to individuals in hospitals, nursing homes, and other facilities.

There is even a special category of Therapy dog, the Diabetic Alert dog and the Seizure Alert Dog.

The Diabetic Alert dog is trained to alert diabetics in advance of low (hypoglycemia) or high (hyperglycemia) blood sugar events before they become dangerous and the Seizure Alert Dogs alert those with epilepsy and other seizure disorders up to an hour ahead of time that a seizure is imminent giving their partners time to take precautions such as lying down or leaving crowded environments. This helps prevent serious injuries due to falls.

Is it a Herx, Herx, Hooray Day?…

Yesterday, I winged it up the north coast road. Okay, I drove. I had no real choice. I was in the car, it was moving north, I appeared to be driving. So I went with it.

Beautiful, wild and less visited than the other central coast section of Highway 1 (that being the Big Sur Coast), the northern section of Highway 1, Santa Cruz to Half Moon Bay, is equally incredible. Nothing but rugged coastline, near empty beaches, whales, seabirds and sailboards. Okay, there is more wind here.

The car was taking me closer to an 8-pass ozone tune up at the office of Doctor’s Rowen and Su, for a long overdue maintenance, or in this case- what felt like an emergency intervention. (An 8-pass was all I could afford at this point).

When I arrived Rachael, the intake nurse’s assistant, takes my blood pressure (118-82 and pulse (64).

The first- ‘You look great.’- is declared. “So good to see you. Been along time.”

This is not the stereotypical, dungeon-like atmosphere usually correlated with a visit to a doctor’s office. The energy is alive, the space filled with many happy people, all positive and feeling assured that they are at the best spot, the place where optimum health is rediscovered, illness overcome and vitality restored.

Soon, I am escorted back to the IV zone, the place where the ozone is administered (along with many other restorative and cutting edge procedures). Sherri, the nurse who is first to greet me, playfully exudes forth:

“We were fighting over who got to do your 8-pass.” She giggles. “We both wanted you.”

“You are so sweet.” I smile. Then Pamela, the other nurse slides her head around the corner and says. “You can have him today.” She smiles like a true friend, one who understands chronic illness firsthand, for she too has been dealing with a condition for decades (kept in check by ozone, pure diet, surrender to Consciousness (God) and Divine Will.

It has been nearly 10 months since I was last in for treatment. Too long.

The general consensus begins to pour forth. I am doing great. My blood looks really good, including: the color, quality and flow. In fact I do not coagulate and clog the IV line even one time during a really fast 8-pass. I wonder if my pre-treatment, peroxide enema has enhanced the process.

I really do not feel as great as what these women are exuding but say nothing. I go with it. Maybe nothing is off and my issue has been a difficult to slough off 9 year hallucinatory bout of psychosomatic hypochondria. Then Doctor Su comes by.

“How many 10-pass  treatments have you done.” She asks.

“I’ve done 1 Colozone (ozonated colonic) and 8 10-passes in a 2 month period, once a week.” I pause. “The Lahodny protocol.” I finish.

“You know that Lahodny says that for serious cases like yours, you must also do a 10-pass 6 times a years after that. Every two months as a maintenance.” She remarks.

“I was not aware of that. I thought, 10-passes 10 times once a week and you are cured.”

“No, that’s not how it works.” She finishes, smiling, and turns to walk away.

“Thanks for stopping by Doctor Su. So nice to see you.” I smile.

Though I could drop dead tomorrow, no matter how I look or appear. Looks can be deceiving as they saying goes, especially when one is undergoing the undulations and waves of chronic illness.  It is hard to differentiate at times when energy spikes and one looks energetically-visually somewhat vibrant at one time of the day. The eyes have a close to normal luster, the voice clear and strong, the brain highway free from fog, the body feels not completely fatigued.

Yet an hour later, you cannot even keep the body vertical or even sit upright. You must lie down, feeling drained and drift into sleep within minutes. Such are the waves.

Someone who has never dealt with a chronic malady cannot relate at all, no matter what they say or don’t say. It’s like awakening from the trance of egoic delusion. Unless you have awakened from the trance of ego, you still view things from that conditioned, fraudulent filter. You are not viewing life through reality, which is the simple, subtle, indirect light of awareness, and have not undergone a profound inner shift of awareness.

In some ways today, this am after the treatment, has been no different than a hundred, okay, a thousand other days during the last 9 years inside the wellness yo-yo. I slept 9 pm to 7 am. Drank tea and meditated 7-9 am. Breakfast. Forced nap underway at 9:45 with black bandana tied around the head to keep out the day time brightness, and writing ideas spinning loose from their bearings.

The ozone worked its magic. I felt enlivened and yet the body is in shock after the treatment. The lightning bolt struck paydirt but has left a mass of dead, pathogenic organisms in its wake. Reorganization is underway.

This morning the brain fog lifted, a spaced out feeling is still evident but the brain cells have more oxygen, cohesion in the hemispheres is at hand.  I am into, most likely, what is called a Herx Reaction.

They call it a Herx reaction, after a short-term (from days to a few weeks) detoxification reaction –originally a term used to define endotoxin destruction (bacterial die off from penicillin treatment), the term is now used more readily to describe any extreme detoxification reaction. A Herx can include flu-like symptoms, headache, joint and muscle pain, body aches, sore throat, general malaise, sweating, chills, nausea or other symptoms.

It is hard to distinguish actual symptoms of illness or disease from a Herx-at times. One must wait and endure some days or weeks to see what has transpired.

I trust that the MHAT Ozone treatment is modulating the immune system, improving the cardiovascular arena, producing an anti-inflammatory effect and reducing the pathogens and toxin load in the body.  So I wait and I write.

More research is needed to see how this most potent form of ozone works on the different pathogens, like: lyme spirochete, bacteria, fungus and parasites, as well as other chemical toxins in the body.

What is known, that 10-pass ozone is able to safely improve health no matter what is causing the bodily imbalance. I trust that.

 

The Search for Wellness…

My blog does not get much traffic. This might be attributed to ineffective marketing or disinterest in SEO optimization. Maybe the issue is my writing style. I am not politically correct nor do I promote mainstream propaganda or belief systems.

In truth, in my writing, I shatter illusion and delusion, which many guard with their very lives.

Once a week I do, however, watch the blog stat sheet. WordPress gives you this much-

What continent do your readers reside and what post is being looked at.

Twenty percent of the views are related to a 3 year old post that contains a quote from the Indian sage Nisargadatta–which I sense the search engines pick up on:

“Use all your spare time to break down the walls your mind has built around you. Believe me, you will not regret.” These views usually come from  India.

Another ten percent of the views fall into the miscellaneous category.

The remaining 60 percent of the site views relate to 3 main blogs–all related to Ozone therapy.

Why is this, you might ask? Three words. One reason: Chronic illness epidemic.

The facts are, millions of sick people are desperately searching the internet for a panacea, a new ‘end my disease’ pill. Their vital force and sense of joy are being stripped and rearranged. It is said that over  50 percent of all internet searches are related to illness recovery or health enhancement. People are searching for a lottery winner; grabbing any lifeboat they can, like my ozone blogs.

I was one of them. They know I have been there. They want to get my opinion on what works and what doesn’t.

So when they contact me with heart-wrenching stories of health gone down the tubes, what do I tell them?

I have recovered health to a large degree several times over the last 9 years but each and every upswing was short-lived. Sometimes I tried to push too much physically; other times I could not find a reasonable answer to the ‘why a relapse happened’. As I read more about others going through chronic illnesses, I saw that this spike pattern was happening with so many. Of course, the spike to good health was for the lucky ones. A large percentage of the time, people never climbed from the deep recesses of physical depletion and illness.

I have consulted over the phone with a few people in the last month.  It seems a tier system creates the best shot at recovery. Below is a synthesis of what I have told them. I call this the health ladder. This is from my book.

Recovering from Chronic Illness

If you are undergoing a chronic dis-ease process, this may offer a fresh perspective. Each of us has a particular genetic makeup, and the “illness forms” will always appear as unique, even if they are given a label, like cancer.

Yet the primary remedy, Spirit, must be given priority. During my experience with “chronic illness,” I literally felt as if I was unplugged from an electrical current. And during recovery, the current was going off and on. There was such an intense sensitivity to the environment, both inner and outer. Part of what was happening during the illness realignment related to finding one’s true grounding wire, to become in essence embodied by Spirit. This led me toward a deeper and fuller immersion in the vital force (God, Spirit, the Divine, whatever name you want to use).

We must also address the physical toxins, such as metals, bacteria, virus, and gluten. Our immune system is not some vast array of physical mechanisms and labels inside a biological process called the body—it is much more than that. Our immune system thrives on positive energy and negative ions from communion with inner and outer nature. We have histories, which may include trauma, previous toxic exposure, injuries, and numerous co-infections. Eating pure foods and physically detoxifying the body can be very helpful adjuncts.

You can recover from any chronic illness. A multi-tiered approach helps one recover more fully from most chronic illnesses. Besides the deep inner work (on the spiritual-emotional-mental realms), you must begin to de-stress and learn the full diaphragmatic breath, yogic breathing, or a brisk inhaling style with a long slow exhale. And it is vitally important to optimize bowel function. In the area of oral care, a high-quality dental water flosser/irrigator is a wonderful adjunct. These do not replace brushing and flossing; they enhance cleaning by inhibiting bacterial and other toxins while invigorating the gums.

Phase 1 of the healing process for many of us involves stopping gluten, sugar, dairy products, alcohol, and GMO foods. Start consuming fresh organic vegetables and fruit. Begin a regular juicing program (organic vegetable juices). You also need to limit external exposure to toxicity at home and at work.

Phase 2 is for detoxification. In this phase, the focus is on removing all inner toxins through intestinal cleansing (enemas and colonics), skin brushing, and sweating. Toxins also need be removed from the mouth, in the form of root canals, cavitation infections, and metals (mercury inhibits detoxification by binding selenium and inactivating glutathione while increasing free radicals). Other imbedded toxins must be located and removed from the system.

Phase 3 is devoted to supplementation, in order to replenish enzyme and nutrient deficiencies, and also involves exercise and energy work like: massage, qigong, tai chi, and yoga. Possible aids for healing these root toxic conditions include proteolytic enzymes, medicinal mushrooms, natural antibiotic herbals, and bee pollen, to help replace amino acid protein chains that are being consumed by the bacteria. It is recommended to take an adrenal formula and a high-grade multi-vitamin-mineral formula as well. Reservatrol (from grapes) and the herb ashwagandha are also good. In addition, clary sage seed oil and glutathione injections, plus naturally derived vitamin C in high dosages, can also be used to enhance antioxidant levels and reduce oxidative stress.

There are many different detoxification and rebuilding protocols available. One, ozone therapy, has had remarkable success.

Medical ozone first began being used in 1896 through the brilliant pioneering work of Nicola Tesla, and advances have been made to the point that various substances like olive and coconut oil can deliver the healing power of oxygen. There is an ozone hospital in Malaysia (this kind of hospital is not legal in the United States but holistic doctors in many places throughout the U.S. are now offering this) that does full ozone blood transfusions, called Major Autohemotherapy (MAHT). This treatment involves drawing about half a pint of blood into a closed sterile bag to which medical-grade ozone is added. This mixture is then returned to the body over a period of 10 to 12 minutes. Essentially the blood is oxygenated, which kills fungal, bacterial, viral, and parasite disease-causing organisms. Ozone is the safest medical therapy ever devised. It must be done with a professional to ensure that minerals, vitamins, and body systems are kept in balance. Ozone works because healthy cells need oxygen for optimum functioning while disease-causing elements, like parasites, virus, and bacteria, thrive in an anaerobic environment, meaning one with no oxygen. (You can see my 3 blogs on Ozone for more detailed information on this process).

Other therapies include Cowden Condensed Protocol (alternative Lyme disease treatment), Cutler Protocol (for mercury detoxification), Garry Gordon’s F.I.G.H.T. program (for generalized health improvement), and Dietricht Klinghardt’s Neurotoxin Elimination Protocol (for heavy-metal detoxification, Lyme disease, and other neurotoxic conditions). IV vitamin C therapy is another viable option.

It’s also important to look at iodine deficiency. It’s been shown that 95 percent of the population is deficient in iodine, because of halogen replacement of bromides (in many foods, like bread). Deficiency of iodine is linked to thyroid dysfunction, but also to ADD/ADHD, atherosclerosis, cancer, diabetes, liver diseases, headaches, and many autoimmune issues. Fluorine, chlorine, bromine, and iodine are called “halogens” or “salts” in Group 17 on the Periodic Table of elements, and they all have exactly seven electrons in their outer shells. Based on atomic weight, fluorine, chlorine, and bromine are able to “displace” iodine because they can attach to the same receptor sites. This causes iodine deficiency.

Medical marijuana gets a bad rap, but high-grade oil can make a radical shift in many chronic illnesses. The most remarkable “cures” related to medical marijuana, have occurred with epilepsy. CDB (cannabidiol) oil extract, a non-psycho-active form of the medicine, has been found to eradicate epileptic seizures. Many of those getting relief are children who have been on pharmaceutical drugs for years.

Blessings to all those searchers who are attempting to recovery from a wide variety of chronic health situations. Know that you are always being held in the Divine Presence and that illness can lead us to stillness–to a deeper and truer connection to the Divine.

In that sense illness is your friend.

Let Patience Win the Day…

 

Chronic Illness Revisited…that was to be the title of this blog. Now it’s the first half.

I was heading to the library to write about the latest in lyme disease and it’s coinfections (particularly mycoplasma). I was going to tell you how the once maligned deer tick is not the real culprit.

It’s mice.

How a nearly a decade ago 1 in 5 ticks were carriers at the local state park here in Aptos, California.

Today, in the Pacific Northwest, estimates show that white-footed mice are the true lyme carriers. They infect 95 percent of all ticks that feed on them. Not only that, but mosquitoes, fleas, and mites also carry lyme and other newly designed, nefarious and infectious illnesses. 19 of 20 ticks. Lyme. This is like Russian roulette except all 6 bullet chambers have a live round. You’re only shot is a misfire.

Hundreds of years ago the Pneumonic Plague (black death) escorted one to a quick exit within a couple of days.

In 1918 it was the great influenza epidemic; that Spanish flu did in 40 million, 3-5 percent of the world’s population at the time. Most died within weeks of initial infection.

Today we have lyme and mycoplasma species. Both are biowarfare agents (yep, created in a lab to help us fight off our so-called enemies).

According to Dr. Mercola’s site:

“Since national surveillance began in 1982, the number of annual Lyme cases reported has increased nearly 25-fold.”

300,000 to 500,000 a year infected with Lyme. Mycoplasma infection rates defy diagnostic statistics because they hide intracellularly. A large portion of the world population are thought to be carriers of pathogenic strains of Mycoplasma.

What has actually transpired or is that conspired?

These engineered disease-causing agents (Lyme and Mycoplasma) have been let loose by what is often referred to as: Military-Medical-Wall Street-Political Industrial Complex. The entire U.S. population at large is under siege. A covert-stealth war has been going on under our noses, underneath our skin, inside our organs and blood.

Systemic infiltration. Textbook military stuff.

Forget about the possibility of war. It’s here right now and chewing people up, taking away their best years and damaging lives. No mutilated limbs,  irrefutable dismemberments or war widows; the new version is covered up in denial, confusion and ‘scientific’ disinformation.

But there is no denying that lyme disease can turn chronic and cause neurodegenerative effects. Often these symptoms are diagnosed as ALS, MS, Alzheimers, Parkinsons or other medical labels but at their center, behold: Lyme or Mycoplasma.

These testimonials from chronic neuro-Lyme patients are true:

“My husband has to write for me sometimes. My hands don’t want to hold the pen or are shaking too bad.”
“I had to leave a job that I loved because English no longer felt like a language I knew.”
“I had to leave my clinical social worker position because I was unable to complete documentation. What once took me 5 minutes would take me a half hour or more, just to find a common clinical term and string together a couple sentences.”
“I dropped out of my PhD program because I couldn’t organize a single paragraph anymore.”
“Once an excellent speller…can’t remember how to spell simple words sometimes.”
“My daughter had to take a medical leave from college.”
“At work I had people write things down because I couldn’t process the information. Horrible…and be a single parent. I went from three jobs to barely working.”
I feel humbled and lucky when I read these words. I can still walk, still write, even coherently at times.

According to Dietrich Klinghardt M.D. Ph.D, a world leader in the new and emerging chronic diseases:

“Even 15 years ago, most of us thought that chronic illness is the outcome of environmental toxicity and everything related to that. But we got a little wiser and realized that the issues go far deeper. What has been astounding to us when we look at illnesses that are well established in the conventional medical field like Parkinson or multiple sclerosis or chronic fatigue are all turning out to be primarily chronic infections with this particular expression of it.

Right at the center of that is really the ongoing discovery of Lyme disease…and then on the darker side of things, we do have some government documents that were leaked to us that shows in the 1950’s, 1960s and 70s or maybe into the 80s there were some wild experimentation going on in the U.S. military… experimenting with recombining different microbes in order to create stealthy microbes that make large populations ill so they lose their will to fight and to attack… I go over to Europe how different patients with Lyme disease look there. I worked half my life over there as a physician and half my life here. The people in the U.S. with chronic Lyme disease are far more ill. They have far less energy. It just looks like there is a viral element in our Lyme disease that we see here that is not present in Europe and that cannot be explained on pure biological grounds…”

And then I hit a squirrel.

I was leisurely descending the steep country road when a car appeared behind me. They quickly pressed close to my rear bumper. The new variety of tail-gater. Rushed, entitled, and lord of the road. Get left. Get right- but get out of my way.

A major pet peeve of mine, I admit. This is road rage, projected anger. A national pastime, a growing insanity. Usually I pull over but there was nowhere to stop. I had not the patience to wait a minute, to endure the frantic mind-pressing energy behind me, the ‘hurry-hurry-hurry! I think I am somebody who needs to get someplace and now’ energetics from the car behind me.

I accelerated to get some space and took my eyes and peripheral vision from the front windshield, glancing back via the rear view mirror.

“Asshole” -the mind silently muttered.

Then she appeared in front of me. Out of nowhere, a squirrel. The uncertain slide-shuffle steps of tiny feet, a few centimeters to the left, a few inches to the right.

“Make a decision girl!” I astral project:

‘Oh, no, she’s stopping I cry internally. Go sweetie run.’ Too late. ‘Oh, God no! Please go between my tires’.

That frozen millisecond in time. I brake hard. My heart breaks.

Gentle thud. Eyes back to the rear view mirror. She was not smashed and dead.

Worse.

Crippled, mangled, unable to move–it seemed like one of her limbs, maybe two had been dislocated. She’s totally debilitated, writhing back and forth. Another car on the way. She slides from view. My heart sinks in dread. Permanent disability, immanent death.

Suffering.

What an incredible paradox. I’m on my way to write about death and induced plagues and I have sent a small innocent critter to nature’s morgue.

It wasn’t alcohol this time. Simply a brief moment of impatience.

It cost a life.

It’s just a squirrel? Yeah, right?! What if it was the squirrel I see every day playing at the base of the redwood canopy? The one that comes to the back steps and does this magnificent morning scurry that I am privileged to witness. Would that make it easier?

What if she was my dad? Reborn, reincarnated.

The truth is, she was a living being. My car hit her. Own it! Feel it!

She was part of me; I was part of her. Part of me died that instant too. It was a needed death. I can complain about being pushed from behind, the increasingly crazy drivers, wish I lived in the nature setting of a spiritually-oriented ashram, with no need to drive at all.

I can say it was one of those mornings where I wasn’t as alert–could have blamed it on brain fog and response times, abdominal pain, fatigue. I’m not sure if I even know the difference anymore. I feel as if I am in some kind of alternative bardo state, between worlds. Alive? Dead? They both feel equally true and completely insignificant. It’s not some morose, depressive trance speaking but a genuine attempt to explain the unexplainable.

I killed a squirrel or at least mortally wounded her. All this writing is an attempt to cover up for a feeling of utter helplessness and grief. For me, for the the innocent squirrel, who may well be dying or being eaten by a raven as I write.

The life force keeps spiking, with sporadic energies to keep this Michael organism going. Why, I do not know. I don’t feel it’s time to die nor do I feel able to take part in a world gone mad.

Bury me in a cryogenic freeze to be thawed and resuscitated in a few thousand years.

Bring me back to a time when Consciousness carries the day, where people remain mostly in silence because LOVE flows from THAT space as a fluent language instantly understood. In that timeless dimension, when words come they launch from the heart like an infant’s first COO; eyes gaze in wonder as the Self meets Itself, over and over, everywhere it looks.

For now, I’ll type into this tech contraption a few tidbits of my story, wondering if someone will catch even a small trace of what I am putting forth, what I am pointing to.

This blog is my epithet, my tombstone insignia:

Here wrote a wild man with a gentle heart, a throwback to the ancient days, he was dusted with the potpourri of the new age. He took his shot at what it means to be an authentic human being. He lives on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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