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According to Amazon and other entities, I am required to include the following link to ensure that people have access to the CDC information about Coronavirus.
Most of the people who visit this site are people who have been sent home by their doctors to die because there are no treatments left for them. Or they’re patients whose doctors had nothing else to offer them in terms of treatments for a painful, chronic condition. As a general rule, the people who contact me through this web site have run out of options. But now, there’s the coronavirus scare and people keep emailing me about it. And I finally decided I needed to write something about it because, in addition to knowing a few things about alternative cures for major diseases, I just flew through South Korea on my way to Mexico between February 26th and 27th.
For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a medical doctor. I went to the University of Nebraska in Lincoln and studied pre-medicine with a major in psychology. I went to medical school camp at Clarkson Memorial Hospital one summer to watch open heart surgery in person and shadow psychiatrists. I taught human anatomy lab and dissected cadavers under Dr. Woodman for two semesters during my undergraduate degree. Halfway through the end of my second semester, three students in my class applied to medical school. Two of them were front-row students: intelligent, creative, and dedicated (both worked as candy-stripers when they weren’t in class). Another student, Arthur, wasn’t so smart. He sat in the back of the class. He cracked jokes during dissections and often I wondered how he’d ever gotten accepted into the University in the first place. I used to joke that he couldn’t even spell the word “arm”.
But when the semester came to a close, the only student who got into medical school was Arthur. Creighton Medical School in Omaha accepted him because Arthur knew the right people.
I went home that day and dropped my backpack just inside the door of my apartment and laid down right there in the foyer to have a full-fledged crisis that lasted well into the night and all the way through summer break.
I dropped out of the pre-med curriculum and started a band.
Several years later, through a series of strange twists, I ended up becoming a medical writer nonetheless. In the early days of my career, I was hired a lot to write on controversial topics, or topics that had been covered up by the media. My job was to dig for information and then sell people on the counterculture. That was back in the day before pharmaceutical companies were advertising their drugs on television. It was still possible for the counterculture to say something online and be heard in those days. But the money dried up for such things about a decade ago. Today, people hire me to write educational material for doctors. I’ve been hired many times to write material for doctors who can barely spell the word arm. If Americans knew how unintelligent and poorly spoken and written many of their doctors are, they would be shocked. I’m shocked. Personally, I only go to doctors who are older…people who were educated back in a time when medicine was still a somewhat creative process.
Today, only the people who will find the answers to their health questions, will find them. It is rare for doctors to provide patients with a real cure for any disease except perhaps a minor sinus infection. Indeed, many patients who search diligently for a cure for their disease will find only information that scares them. They’ll find reasons to turn back and just accept what their doctor tells them unless they know what to look for online and how to access the hidden information about cures for diseases.
Americans are terrified about health. And they should be. Doctors are nothing but drug distributors and peddlers of medical devices that have hardly been tested before being inserted into people’s bodies for better or worse. And the cost of this kind of treatment is so high, there are whole cities in Asia and Africa that could run off just the profits from one person’s medical bills for a year.
So it isn’t hard to trigger American reflexes with news of a pandemic like coronavirus. The knee-jerk is so strong that people kick out with only the slightest tap.
I’ve been in Myanmar (right next to China) for the past 5 months living in Burma with my daughter and her husband. We lived in Bagan, a small city that’s popular with Chinese tourists. But we had to leave suddenly about two weeks ago to come back to Mexico. And we had to transport a kitten with us.
At that time (February 26th), the big news was that South Korea was being hit by coronavirus. But South Korea was the only path we could take with the kitten (we wanted him in the cabin with us for as much of the trip as possible). We mapped it out and this ended up being the only possible route for us and our precious furry cargo.
We considered coronavirus only lightly since we had a real crisis happening in our lives. News of coronavirus just didn’t show up on our radar. We inquired about the airline protocol should our flight get canceled before we booked our route through South Korea, but our sense of it all was that it was a non-issue.
We’d traveled the Death Highway from Bagan to Yangon and that was by far the most dangerous part of the journey . Then from Yangon, we flew directly to Seoul, South Korea. It never occurred to us to get face masks, but from the time we left Yangon, we didn’t see a single soul that wasn’t wearing a mask. Everyone on the flight was wearing a mask and after we landed in South Korea, Every Single Human Being We Saw was still wearing a mask.
Coronavirus was pretty far from our minds because we had some other things we were worried about at the time.
We boarded our AeroMexico flight to Mexico City and no one checked our temperatures or any other vital sign until we arrived in Mexico City. I leaned over to John and said, “That’s clever…instead of checking our temperatures in Seoul, they waited until we got to Mexico City so they wouldn’t have to cancel the flight and lose money.” He nodded at me vigorously. The whole coronavirus thing was a hoax-y as we’d thought it was even when we were back in Bagan.
But beyond the silliness of it all, I still acknowledge that a worldwide epidemic or pandemic could hit at some point. It could. And I see an opportunity here to talk about the medicines that I travel with to far-off lands where things like Ebola and malaria are real possibilities. My favorite and mainstay is MMS (Miracle Mineral Solution) and DMSO (dimethylsulfoxide). These two substances when used together can cure most infectious diseases and even diseases that most people don’t traditionally think of as “infectious” (cancer, for example).
I’ve used MMS and DMSO to cure cancer. And I’ve used it to cure malaria. I’ve used it to cure the common cold and influenza. Coronavirus doesn’t scare me because I have MMS and DMSO with me everywhere I go. I highly recommend that if you arrived at this site because you’re afraid of catching coronavirus, that you go ahead and click around and familiarize yourself with some of the other cancer cures and cures for other so-called incurable diseases that you might find here. If you don’t buy the information, that’s okay. But tuck it away.
Someday, when your doctor sends you, or a loved one home with a grim diagnosis of utter hopelessness, remember whatever you scoffed at before. Remember the name of the cure that you scoffed at…and search for it. This will be your gateway to breadcrumb trail that will help you find all the other cures for your disease that have been covered up.
MMS and DMSO are just my two “favorites”. Some may call me crazy for using these two substances that have been “dangerous” by The Powers That Control Information, but DMSO is FDA approved for use as a cystitis treatment in pregnant women (it’s that safe). It has the broadest medicinal action of any substance currently known to man. It can save your life if you have no other medicines available to you. Or it can be combined with certain other medicines to make them last longer and be more potent. Just be sure you educate yourself about how to use it properly and buy the stuff that doesn’t make you smell like oysters.
MMS was discovered by accident by a man who took it with him into the Amazon jungle as a water purifier. Most people have consumed a low-dose version of MMS as just purified, chlorinated water. Jim Humble, the man who discovered that MMS could be used to cure diseases like cancer and malaria had to start a “church” to protect the stuff from being covered up by Big Pharma.
While I’m not a Doomsday Prepper myself, I see good in the movement if it leads to the propagation of information about cancer cures or even a cure for coronavirus. During the French Revolution, women would crochet messages into doilies in code so that the common-folk could hear The Truth during a time when the government was corrupt and oppressive. Today, the truth about so many important things is twisted, faked, and otherwise hijacked. This web site, for example, has been censored and blocked, taken down, and otherwise scandalized by The Powers That Be. I’ve done television interviews that never aired because the material would have resulted in Big Pharma sponsors pulling their funds from the station. But I believe very much in the mystery of the human spirit. If one person discovers Truth, that person can share it with other people.
If you become privy to this kind of information, experiment with it, and then see if it works. If it does, share it with others.
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