Bargaining with reality?

After a night out on the beer, I loved popping into the local kebab shop and indulging an appetite. Same with delicious minty lamb kebabs on the barbecue. Oo, and what's nicer than a couple of blobs of St Augur on the sweet potato bake, or with a fine glass of port? And you could keep that M&S 'not just 'chocolate pudding. My hankering was the specially selected mince pies. Wolfing everything in sight was just something I loved to do. Live for today was the motto.

The story has it that Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son, the most important thing in his life. What had I to sacrifice? Is the meaning of sacrifice ...the delay of gratification?

I wasn't in a position where I could bargain with reality. 

There's a commonly misused term these days, that one has two choices. I had two options from which to make one choice.

The first was an option of an extended period of toxic chemo misery, which after one session had already robbed my capacity of hearing, came with future effects uncertain, and may have resulted in cure, but more probably in a temporary relief. Some might say that's an easy option. It's all done for you. You don't have to think or do any research. No sacrifice necessary. "Keep taking the tablets." But isn't that a product of our education?

"What do you know anyway? Let the experts look after your body. They've spent many years learning this kind of stuff. They're not sure if it will work, can't guarantee anything, but rest assured that they will do their very best."

The other option is sacrifice. It's a life changer, perhaps no option at all if you live to eat, rather than eat to live. Many can't step up to the challenge.  Maybe it was easier for me because of a childhood where we really did eat to live. Nowadays it would be called living in poverty, without running water or electricity. For me, it was simply my life. But a tough childhood carries with it an air of pragmatism.

Marshalling all our resources against the habits of a lifetime is what we do every New Year with new resolution. But it's rebelling against a bad government, and a sustained reform is important in order to produce the change that the body is crying out for. The sacrifice is of all those little pleasures that I thought I enjoyed, but which were just contributing to its morbidity.

And when you succeed,

you start seeing through the illusion.

The fabric of our synthetic life ...

There is a crack in everything ... that's how the light gets in.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wRYjtvIYK0

Disease

This post uses many of the ideas written down in a document with the title "Illness", by Eugene Halliday. I referred to it when working with a diagnosis of non-Hodgkins lymphoma, now healed.

If anyone would like a copy, let me know.

Love

John

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Sometimes the warmth of multiplying cells can be a sign of health. The expectant mother feels the warmth of her child in utero; a sign of the furious growth of the unborn child. Inflammation is the heat produced when cells are quickly multiplying.

Inflammation of another order is the first indication of disease.

Cells have become exhausted, repeatedly being asked to divide in order to multiply ... to replace the ones killed by toxicity. The bi-product of their toil is the generation of heat: inflammation. Instead of the normal cell's mode of metabolism, they begin to regress into a very primitive, yeast-like mode of reproduction. They cut off the nerve supply which tells them what to do. Like the bottom of a smelly compost heap that's deprived of oxygen, they grow and split (mitosis) by a process of fermentation. They are similar in colour, and probably in smell, to the bottom of the oxygen deprived compost heap.

In the present age, many of us with long-term inflamed tissue already have cancer cells in our bodies. They are cells which are fed up with our bad government and have revolted. Without repeated trauma or toxicity they wouldn't even be there. We impose toxicity of various orders on our bodies, and the end result is a lack of cooperation from cells in that region, which decide to go and do their own thing. They were initially not the enemy that they now appear to be. They were once not foreign to us, but have now become so.

Anyone here who's done any home brewing will know that the yeast in the modern fermenting process needs lots of refined sugar (which is acidic) in order to multiply, and the same yeast will die if oxygen is allowed into the brewing container.

Refined sugar is like rocket fuel for cancer cells: they LOVE it. In P.E.T. scans you're injected with radioactive glucose, and after an hour's circulation, you're scanned. The cancer is inferred wherever the glucose is most concentrated. Doesn't it follow that sugar feeds cancer cells?

The sweet section of the McMillan nurses' cookbook has many recipes laden with refined sugar. Their recommendation is that it's fine to eat. There are machines in Clatterbridge cancer hospital selling Coca Cola and Mars Bars.

The simple correlation hasn't occurred to them yet. It's certain that one has to get the weight back on after gruelling carcinogenic chemotherapy, but refined sugar ... isn't that the number one thing to be avoided? A few days back on my FB page I posted a list of the other names that this killer non-food has been given. Many of them lead us astray. For example, don't be fooled into thinking that 'fructose' on the label is pure fruit sugar, because it isn't ... it's refined sugar.

Even in relatively fit people, refined sugar floods the blood. The blood can't handle it, and deposits it in the fat cells of the body. This can ultimately lead to diabetes, of which a large section of the UK now suffers.

But the body does need sugar in order to operate, and essential, slow-release sugars found in plant life don't flood the blood as quickly. They are highly beneficial. Not only does plant life give the necessary sugar, but it also feeds the body with vitamins, minerals and cancer-defeating oxygen. Again, see the analogy with alcohol brewing. Introduce oxygen into your beer fermentation and it kills the process.

There is much talk today of cancer stem cells, the cells that are not killed by chemotherapy. If the stem cells are the ring-leaders of the revolt, it may be that they will sadly have to be sacrificed. The cells which these renegades have spawned may well be coaxed, by appropriate nutrition, to rejoin the body's economy.

Every cell in our body is intelligent, it holds in potential the necessary information from which it can produce a new individual. But self-motivated cancer cells, without their sense of community, simply carry on multiplying. We've exhausted them. They've cut off our governing nerve supply and don't have the sensitivity to recognise that their course ultimately leads to self-destruction along with the host.

What's happening in Syria today can be an example of what happens when the people (in our case the cells of the body) are subjected to misrule. At the microscopic level the body can become just as much of a disaster area as Aleppo. We can fight and destroy them, but taking it to the extreme with chemo (like the Syrian government with its toxic bombs) does nothing for the health or the well-being, neither of a country nor an individual body. This is illustrated by the poor statistical success rates using the chemotherapeutic method.

"As above, so below", is a saying attributed to Hermes Trismegistus. Unless we view the body holistically, we're not getting the whole picture.

To love is to work for the full development of whatever potential is loved. If you love the body, and wish to develop its full, healthy potential, the loving approach tends to it, gives it the nourishment it so desperately needs in this toxic, nutrition deprived world.

If you believe in modern medicine, I wish you the best of health with your chosen method.

But I believe that the fight isn't against cancer, it's the noble one against the conditions, both internal and external, which have brought it about. Fighting the good fight has always meant the same thing ... becoming as little children, returning to health by overcoming the ill habit patterns embraced since childhood.

Some sources suggest it was 1 in 100 in 1900.
Nixon declared war on cancer in the seventies when it was 1 in 10.
Now, after 3 trillion dollars of investment in the pharma approach ($3,000,000,000,000)
... it's 1 in 3 for women, and 1 in 2 for men. It's a thriving business producing very little reward.
If we carry on like this, could it be every one of us?
Meanwhile, pharmacy keeps on taking the money.

Good health is not the only benefit upon winning the struggle ... there's freedom from domination by advertising, freedom from poorly educated pharma-reliant doctors, freedom from medication, a greater understanding of how the world is being governed by corporate profits, renewed vigour and internal energy, joy at what we've learned ... and, not least, a feeling that we're in the world but not of it.

First diagnosis ... December 2015

Relationships are the most difficult issues to deal with.

I was diagnosed with stage 4 non-Hodgkins In December 2015. In the consultation prior to the R-CHOP 'therapy' I asked my oncologist if it would be OK to take other supplements during the period of chemo. I listed the ingredients of Essiac tea, bromelaine, snow fungus and a few others.

'Herbs," he said, disbelievingly, "you don't believe they actually work, do you?" The McMillan nurse in the same room pulled him up on this comment, no doubt commiserating with my lack of education, and feeling that anything that would engender some kind of hopeful positivity was to be encouraged.

He later came back with a 'no' to every one of them. In my simplicity I'd kind of imagined that they had a chemistry lab somewhere with reliable data to give definitive analyses.

When the exotic liquid was injected into my cerebro-spinal fluid it produced a dramatic hearing loss, I told my wife I wouldn't be having any more. She didn't speak to me for 3 days. After which I told her it was my choice, and I'd be doing it my way, with or without her support. I'd been watching a lot of stuff on YouTube, and she'd dismissed them out of hand as being American quackery. Now she was fearful that I'd be putting myself in an early grave, but nevertheless she fearfully accompanied me on my journey.

The McMillan nurse told me, "Sure, you'll be able to go for runs and carry on working". The first session had been a living nightmare; from day two to day seven I might have slept three or four hours in total. I have every sympathy for anyone who's experienced chemo of any type. When you can believe only half of what you're told, and you don't know which half, it's a real conundrum.

I've turned my back on any medicine that's laboratory synthesized to treat body chemistry.

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As an aside, supplementary drugs were issued to deal with R-CHOP toxicity,

Prednisolone: A corticosteroid prescribed in case of mood swings, because the natural steroids in the body have been killed off.

Ondansetron: To reduce the possibility of nausea and vomiting, the body's natural reaction in which it attempts to eliminate chemical toxins.

Aciclovir: Antiviral drug. The body is helpless in the face of any opportunist virus.

Allopurinol: For the prevention of kidney stones. The kidneys have been sorely attacked as they filter the toxic chemo in the blood prior to urine elimination.

Omeprazole: To prevent acid reflux. Stomach function has been severely compromised, and the one and a half kilos of beneficial microbes in the gut, the human biome, have been more or less totally killed off.

Co-trimoxazole: A drug to prevent bacteria having a field day. You are cautioned not to eat any fruit or vegetables without first peeling them. Biting into the skin of a delicious Granny Smith is strictly off-limits.

********

Four weeks after the first injection, and prior to my next bout of chemo (out of a planned course of seven, the last two being extra-strength, followed by radiotherapy), I told the oncologist that I'd lost some hearing and wouldn't be having any more. He said, "Oh, dear, John, we'll make an appointment with the hearing specialist." Why, when it's obviously the effect of chemo? He offered alternative doses and even leaving the offending item out.

I tactfully declined, always maintaining a friendly rapport with him. He said, "But John, think of your family!" I said, "But I am." The McMillan nurse almost audibly gasped, "But John, we're not offering you a palliative here, we're offering you a cure!" But if this is what happens after just one bout of chemo, and it's not even mentioned in the side-effects list, what of peripheral neuropathy, kidney failure and the innumerable other effects of the chemo?

10 weeks later a scan showed all clear.

The oncologist said, "Must have been the chemo that did it."

Then why bring the pressure on to make me take more chemo?

I reckon that inhibiting toxicity and supplying the body with the nutrition it needs, living on juicing, the oil, the Essiac tea, the bromelaine, vitamin C and many other ingredients were the real objects of thanks. And I'm sure that for me, practicing forgiveness played a great part too, because all that ill feeling can be as toxic as anything else.

I'm free of all medication now.

And strangely the organic restricted vegan diet,

(deprived of man-made chemicals, sugar, wheat and alcohol)

much of it raw, is no longer a hardship,

in fact it's delicious and I can feel

it's beneficial effects coursing through the body.

Imagination? Maybe, but I believe imagination is very powerful.

*************************

Remember Rudyard Kipling's,

"If you can keep your head

when all around you are losing theirs

and blaming it on you ..."

The pressure's on, and from many unexpected directions.

Family, friends, medics and all your education

points you towards chemo.

The big question is,

when you lose faith in science,

what else can you lean on?

There's an inner wisdom that fights against

the imposition of others from outside.

What I've done may sound as if it's OK for me, as if I knew what I was doing, as if I was certain that my course of action would solve the problem. Not so. The only thing I was really sure of was that the insanity of chemo was not the way for me.

Being zoned out on oil for ten weeks helped, but was interfering with our marriage (my wife had had enough of that in the past), so after the all-clear I gave the oil up and concentrated purely on a diet of nutrition and forgiveness.

Everything that happens has a purpose. If my wife had not been so adamant about me having that first dose of chemo, and I had not felt the results, I'm certain that my resolve would not have been as great. I harbour no resentment for this, nor for any acts by other people (that I can think of). And it's probably the only time that she has ever admitted to me, "I was wrong".

The whole episode might have been worth it, just for that ;)

Be well, be happy, and I wish you

the best of health in both this

and in all following years.

Love,

John

***

5G is coming ... a health issue

There's an odd increase in the number of young people with brain cancer. The side of the head where the phone has rested during a mobile call does heat up. I posted an article a couple of years back concerning a young lady who kept her mobile tucked in her brassiere and directly beneath that spot developed a group of small tumours. That was with 3G.

Since then we've come a long way with 4G. If you read anything at all about 5G you'll discover that the radio frequency is much higher. Higher frequencies mean less distance travelled, less wall penetration. Less distance travelled means that transmission needs to be stronger.

The plan is to build thousands of small transmitter masts in order to overcome this problem. Will the transmitters on 5G (5th Generation) phones need to be stronger? Of course.

In a US senate hearing, it was revealed that no independent investigations have been conducted regarding the effects to health of this new, weapons grade technology. And Elon Musk is about to finance the launch of thousands of these transmitters into an earth orbit.

The implementation of scientific discoveries in the modern age have increased the incidence of cancer, until today, statistically, it is said that of people born after 1960, 1 in 2 will suffer cancer in their lifetime. 

This isn't a case against science, it's a pointer to not enough science. Science is knowledge, and there's a blind hurtling towards an uncertain future, with not enough knowledge of the consequences of our actions.

1 in 2.

Let that sink in. It's my belief that we are approaching a 5G age where there will be an even further, catastrophic increase in cancer rates. 

This is strange. I feel like one of those people that used to walk down the high street wearing sandwich boards that declared 'The End Is Nigh'.

It appears at the moment that nothing we do can halt the advance of 5G, but we can increase our chances of avoiding cancer by staying clear of food adulterated with toxic refined chemistry and eating organic, and drinking water that isn't contaminated with fluoride, a rat poison.

https://truepublica.org.uk/global/what-you-dont-know-about-5g-but-will-find-out-when-its-too-late/

Words of comfort?

I'm posting this for anyone who's going through the turmoil of the first diagnosis. Relationships are the most difficult issues to deal with.

I was diagnosed with stage 4 non-Hodgkins In December 2015. In the consultation prior to the R-CHOP 'therapy' I asked my oncologist if it would be OK to take other supplements during the period of chemo. I listed the ingredients of Essiac tea, bromelaine, snow fungus and a few others.

'Herbs," he said, disbelievingly, "you don't believe they actually work, do you?" The McMillan nurse in the same room pulled him up on this comment, no doubt commiserating with my lack of education, and feeling that anything that would engender some kind of hopeful positivity was to be encouraged.

He later came back with a 'no' to every one of them. In my simplicity I'd kind of imagined that they had a chemistry lab somewhere with reliable data to give definitive analyses.

When the exotic liquid was injected into my cerebro-spinal fluid it produced a dramatic hearing loss, I told my wife I wouldn't be having any more. She didn't speak to me for 3 days. After which I told her it was my choice, and I'd be doing it my way, with or without her support. I'd been watching a lot of stuff on YouTube, and she'd dismissed them out of hand as being American quackery. Now she was fearful that I'd be putting myself in an early grave, but nevertheless she fearfully accompanied me on my journey.

The McMillan nurse told me, "Sure, you'll be able to go for runs and carry on working". The first session had been a living nightmare; from day two to day seven I might have slept three or four hours in total. I have every sympathy for anyone who's experienced chemo of any type. When you can believe only half of what you're told, and you don't know which half, it's a real conundrum.

I've turned my back on any medicine that's laboratory synthesized to treat body chemistry.

********
As an aside, supplementary drugs were issued to deal with R-CHOP toxicity,
Prednisolone: A corticosteroid prescribed in case of mood swings, because the natural steroids in the body have been killed off.
Ondansetron: To reduce the possibility of nausea and vomiting, the body's natural reaction in which it attempts to eliminate chemical toxins.
Aciclovir: Antiviral drug. The body is helpless in the face of any opportunist virus.
Allopurinol: For the prevention of kidney stones. The kidneys have been sorely attacked as they filter the toxic chemo in the blood prior to urine elimination.
Omeprazole: To prevent acid reflux. Stomach function has been severely compromised, and the one and a half kilos of beneficial microbes in the gut, the human biome, have been more or less totally killed off.
Co-trimoxazole: A drug to prevent bacteria having a field day. You are cautioned not to eat any fruit or vegetables without first peeling them. Biting into the skin of a delicious Granny Smith is strictly off-limits.

********
Four weeks after the first injection, and prior to my next bout of chemo (out of a planned course of seven, the last two being extra-strength, followed by radiotherapy), I told the oncologist that I'd lost some hearing and wouldn't be having any more. He said, "Oh, dear, John, we'll make an appointment with the hearing specialist." Why, when it's obviously the effect of chemo? He offered alternative doses and even leaving the offending item out.

I tactfully declined, always maintaining a friendly rapport with him. He said, "But John, think of your family!" I said, "But I am." The McMillan nurse almost audibly gasped, "But John, we're not offering you a palliative here, we're offering you a cure!" But if this is what happens after just one bout of chemo, and it's not even mentioned in the side-effects list, what of peripheral neuropathy, kidney failure and the innumerable other effects of the chemo?

10 weeks later a scan showed all clear.
The oncologist said, "Must have been the chemo that did it."
Then why bring the pressure on to make me take more chemo? ... thinks I.

I reckon that inhibiting toxicity and supplying the body with the nutrition it needs, living on juicing, the oil, the Essiac tea, the bromelaine, vitamin C and many other ingredients were the real objects of thanks. And I'm sure that for me, practicing forgiveness played a great part too, because all that ill feeling can be as toxic as anything else.

I'm free of all medication now.
And strangely the organic restricted vegan diet,
(deprived of man-made chemicals, sugar, wheat and alcohol)
much of it raw, is no longer a hardship,
in fact it's delicious and I can feel
it's beneficial effects coursing through the body.
Imagination? Maybe, but I believe imagination is very powerful.

*************************

Remember Rudyard Kipling's,
"If you can keep your head
when all around you are losing theirs
and blaming it on you ..."

The pressure's on, and from many unexpected directions.
Family, friends, medics and all your education
points you towards chemo.

The big question is,
when you lose faith in science,
what else can you lean on?

There's an inner wisdom that fights against
the imposition of others from outside.

What I've done may sound as if it's OK for me, as if I knew what I was doing, as if I was certain that my course of action would solve the problem. Not so. The only thing I was really sure of was that the insanity of chemo was not the way for me.

Being zoned out on oil for ten weeks helped, but was interfering with our marriage (my wife had had enough of that in the past), so after the all-clear I gave the oil up and concentrated purely on a diet of nutrition and forgiveness.

Everything that happens has a purpose. If my wife had not been so adamant about me having that first dose of chemo, and I had not felt the results, I'm certain that my resolve would not have been as great. I harbour no resentment for this, nor for any acts by other people (that I can think of). And it's probably the only time that she has ever admitted to me, "I was wrong".

The whole episode might have been worth it, just for that ;)

Be well, be happy, and I wish you
the best of health in both this
and in all following years.
Love,
John
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