I don’t talk about my health much because I loathe putting myself in that position. A lot of people deem themselves healthy because their doctors have declared it, but metabolically they’re not healthy at all. The world states that a human can be on three maintenance medicines and still be considered healthy, so I’m not sure our medical system would even recognize a healthy person. For myself I attempt to eat right, have cleared out very many chemicals from my space and daily consumption, and have worked out ways around the need for pharmaceuticals. I don’t speak often about the ways I handle my own health because if I do I know there are those who will take offense and who will begin to wish ill health on me.
It’s been nearly twenty years since I’ve been to a doctor, and the longer you stay away from such things, the stranger the whole experience becomes. I stayed away because I got the distinct impression they were trying to kill me, perhaps not consciously, but through drugs and tests and surgeries it was the road I was on. The weakest and most injured I have ever been happened with the hands of physicians, and it became clear the wisest thing to do was to step out of that world where the goal is to find something wrong and treat it, sometimes aggressively, and sometimes to the death of the patient. So I stay away from them, I joke that God and I made a deal after my near death experience (brought on by a medical mistake), but maybe it’s not a joke, and only that I have come to trust Him with everything. “They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.” Mathew 9:12
During the pandemic the medical community certainly showed its true colors. Physicians who spoke out against the dangerous treatment plans and the experimental jab lost their licenses, were run off the internet, and accused of spreading harmful misinformation, while others made millions by injecting unknown substances into their patients. Fortunately for me I didn’t have the pressure millions of others faced to accept the poison shots or lose my livelihood. And because I don’t watch TV I didn’t have the cultural pressure as Covid was written into every show and newscast, and each pushed the jab as the only way to return to normal, and if you refused you were accused of wanting to kill grandma and hating your neighbor. I missed all that. I was taking a break from social media and the news, and was writing a book at the time. When the book was finished and I peeked out at the world again I was shocked and incredibly dismayed to see almost everyone I knew lining up for the jabs. The media pressure and programming worked exceptionally well and now they say nearly 70% of the world’s population accepted at least one injection, and I truly pray that they are mistaken and it wasn’t that many.
It’s nearly impossible to be healthy in a world that poisons us from every direction from the moment of our birth, and if that doesn’t prove we’re living in the little season of Satan then I don’t know what could. Infants get their injections of aluminum and foreign DNA within minutes of their birth, and it continues every few months for the first years of life, and now we have the sickest kids in history. Pharmaceutical commercials fund our news programs, and it’s difficult to have a conversation with people my age that doesn’t dissolve into discussions of their doctor visits and diagnoses and medical procedures. We tend to label ourselves with our mental and physical illnesses these days, and looking around I’ve never seen such sickly, unhealthy, unhappy, and angry people, but they still line up to get their annual injections and pick up their prescriptions and wonder why dementia and Alzheimer’s and other neurological disorders are at an all time high. It hurts me to see such suffering day in and day out from children to the elderly and I guess that’s one reason I tend to separate and isolate myself. I believe God heals, and I’ve seen the truth of that in my own life on more than one occasion, but He certainly has His hands full with people in this world who are poisoned within and without from the cradle to the grave.
The one thing this world doesn’t want us to know is that our bodies are self-healing, they were designed and created that way, and I suppose that’s why evil men desire to inject us with toxic chemicals from the moment we take our first breath. These toxic chemicals interfere with the healing mechanism, and open us up to all types of illnesses, and then those evil men profit off of us again and again. The entire medical community is set up to harm and treat, but never cure and heal, and the only exception to that is emergency medicine where they piece us back together after traumatic injuries. And a continually sick population is the least likely to stand up and protest their leaders or demand change. It takes a lot of energy to fight all the poisons coming at us all of the time, not to mention the energy it takes to go to a myriad of doctors who divide us up into pieces and only treat a piece at a time, instead of healing the whole being.
People would assume that I must not have had any illnesses or injuries in those twenty years I haven’t seen a doctor, and those people would be wrong. I’ve had both injuries and illnesses, but I trusted God and believe we die when we’re supposed to and no doctor can change God’s plan for us, they can only increase our suffering. I’ve experienced things that would have sent me running to the emergency room in the past, but now I wait and trust and pray and research and find natural ways to assist the healing mechanism.
Just over a year ago I fell down the stairs, and at my age it was a very traumatic injury. The way I fell could result in broken bones, bruised liver, and a partially collapsed lung, and I believe I did have those injuries, although I didn’t rush to the doctor to verify it. I’d had a collapsed lung before and it felt the similar, and I knew they couldn’t do much with fractured ribs, and feared they’d make the other damages worse. I couldn’t get a deep breath for months, and found myself breathless for all that time. My mind wanted to wander into worse case scenarios, but I focused on God, did some research, and began treating myself naturally.
Apparently surviving abuse, neglect, and trauma has given me an odd threshold for pain, and I didn’t even realize how injured I was for a couple days, but then it made itself known by waking me with a breathless panic attack in the middle of the night. Earlier in my life I would have rushed to the ER, but I was hurt and didn’t need the added stress of all that, or the toxic radiological tests, and used herbs as medicine, and acupressure once my ribs healed to get them back in place. I fasted because our body heals in a fasting state, I did a parasite cleanse because we all need to at least once year just as our pets do, and took the time to finally read the Bible cover to cover. The Bible certainly supported my thoughts on the harm doctors put out into the world, and as it states in Proverbs the Word is health to the flesh. And I recovered without invasive and harmful tests, without being poked and prodded by strangers, without toxic pharmaceuticals or injections, and without being treated as yet more cattle on the conveyer belt of our medical system.
The point of this blog is not to brag on myself, but to praise God and His amazing creation, us, and to point out that healing can be found without enriching another. Healing and health doesn’t come from toxic injections, parasitic pharmaceuticals, or through dollars spent. Healing is our natural state if we allow it to work, and herbs are the original medicine given to us. It’s not always comfortable to let your body heal naturally, or to strip all the chemicals and toxins from our lives, but I have at least proven to myself in the last twenty years that trusting God above man has saved me from much suffering.
As always, keep seeking.
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