7-8 years ago there was many scientific studies that proved that eating fatty fish was very good for you... much more than meat.
I ate tuna every day for 2 years, at subways, with tuna that was sourced who knows where.
Then I stopped eating it intuitively, I was starting to have lesions behind my ears and undr the tongue, and my lsd trips were twisted and I didn't hallucinate at all anymore even with high dose salvia and combination of stuffs. It wasn't because I was tolerant, everyone else on the same frequency as me hallucinated wildly... but I would stand there and, what the heck, I knew I was high, but nothing happened to my visual functions.
I then proceeded to become sick slowly but surely... I have told this already but I'll tell it again.
It touched my ears, tongue and brain first, I was having bleeding lesions appearing out of nowhere in matter of minutes, like something wanted to get out of me but only blood came out... but the blood had black particles in it that looked like lead, useless to say I was freaked out.
So the doctors gave me antibiotics saying it was a bacterial infection, it helped for lil while then I became more and more sick, then they gave me stronger ones, and I became even more sick, then I tried antifungals, and pretty much anything strong I could put my hand on, but to no avail.
When I returned and the doctor wanted to give me yet stronger antibiotics I recoiled in horor, and said I would think about it... I fought it with all natural means I could find, and somehow managed to push it down in my pants... at least my face was clear and I could work and live a little. The freakin idiots didn't even bother to make tests on me, I was young and inexperienced and from the reaction I got from weaker antibiotics, those would have killed me right there.
But as you can imagine girls started to run away from me, and I lost my girlfriend, my friends started to steal from me and not care (at all, I put emphasis here, because it was freaky), and I was ripped until I had nothing left and I was the one that had to pay everyone's debt on the bills and house rent. (we lived in a nice house, 4 of us in a nice psychonaut community) Heck I even had to pay for the equipment we used to process herbs, even if I didn't want it, they forced me to work to pay them their "part" of a system that had paid itself over many times. All this from psychonauts whom I lived my most intense life experiences with.
Then I lived the worse time in my life. I still had the lesions between my legs but I took care of it diligently, with natural creams, using detoxes (that actually helped temporarly, much better than the antibiotics because I had no backfire)... I was not really living, I couldn't party because one beer would make me sick (I would get the flu everytime), and I couldn't follow up on the nice smiles I received from girls.
I was working hard trying to make a little money to try different healing modalities, but everytime I found a job, my employer robbed me and refused to pay me after I did the jobs, one even loaned me money so I could buy food, but he said it was a loan (even if I made him do over 100 times the money he loaned me, not exagerating here, another real close psychonaut who had a shop much like Ivar's), and he paid another guy for my job (I was making a commercial website and processing the orders) because the guy gave him drugs with much higher profit margin, and he could care less about me because he had invested all his money into these "legal" drugs.
Then one day I came back home and he had hired a biker affiliate guy to steal my whole house... all the herbs I had painfully harvested and traded and brought during all those hard years to share with my friends.
They stole almost all I had, and left me to go back to my parents basement (who aren't very rich, so I was a pain in their ass too) with lots of debt.
You can imagine and fill in the blanks I'm sure.
Last year I was starting to have swollen glands, lesions started to appear all over my body, I had epileptic fits that made foam in my mouth, and many other symtoms you'd rather not hear about.
I went back to another doctor, I was diagnosed with mercury intoxication with a very high burden in the brain, liver and kidneys. My brain was saturated with the shit, it's a miracle I was still alive. I was also diagnosed with scleroderma (my immune system wasn't working at ALL, duh) and bone degeneration.
My teeth were crumbling and I had very deep abcesses.
I had never tought about the metal prior to that (I tought parasitic fungus most of the time, after this I realised it was feeding on the metal *the freakin mushroom was EATING mercury, using it to kill everything around it*, natural antifungals helped somewhat for the external symptoms) ; but thats when the new research came out to tell us : don't eat more than 2 times a month of tuna.
Wow, thats now you tell me.
Then we realised I had over 12 huge amalgams mostly on molars that were putting out significant amounts of mercury vapor.
The only option for me was chelation, but chelation is illegal in canada. So basically the doctor told me, or you go to the US and get it fixed, but obviously I was indebted way over my head... so basically she told me sorry you'll have to figure it out on your own, there is nothing we can do.
Wow... I mean I still don't beleive it, I was covered in lesions and she didn't even give me a cream or SOMETHING. I was even surprised they let me drive my car back home... at that point my head was spinning and I was definately crazy and unreliable... but I gave all my strength not to harm anyone and stay focused, and I was sucessful all along.
I'm very surprised I actually weren't angry or anything, I was peaceful and I kept the smile, somehow I had gotten used to the pain and I tought, oh well if I die, I'll just die.
But I didn't give up, I went to the dentist and indebted myself further (my parents sacrificed alot for me), the day he took the amalgams out of my mouth was such a huge release that I almost cried and I hugged my dentist... it was tho at the moment he got the last bit out of me, that I felt a kind of thank you from my body that I couldn't put into words. Oh and BTW my dentist agreed with ALL my theories that you guys call pseudo-scientific, and he's freakin 70 yo with 2 doctorates in dentistry. That came to me as quite a surprise, because he was even fighting in court to keep the city water from being fluoridated, I was like ; cool man finally someone's not afraid !
Heck I couldn't even smoke cannabis anymore for the pain because it made it worse... yes you heard it , cannabis worsened the pain !
It was instantaneous, I started taking up clay, oil pulling for my abcesses, I made my own creams for the lesions, I took chlorella, ester C to chelate, painfully slow process which I am still in today, but it's working !
Even if the dentist wanted to pull out most of my teeth because of abcesses I still have them all thanks to oilpulling, clay and lately recaldent which has repaired even holes in my teeth.
But guess what another freakin scandal, recaldent in trident gum isn't available here but it is in the US, yet they don't make publicity about it, even if its REVOLUTIONARY ! My only guess is lobbying from the dentist association, because it truely repairs the teeth, it fills the holes I have seen it with my own eyes ! No freakin need to reparative dentistry anymore, I am now certain I'll never have a cavity from this day on.
Anyways...
yea.
I'm alive !
My bone degeneration is almost totally healed which I attribute to the dozens of supplements I took along with a complete rehersal of my eating habits, the most important part being full LIVE grain, and much more veggies, and much more butter and good fats.
Scleroderma is also gone, even if there is supposedly no cure, I got my hand on some DMSO, and it's incredible how much people should have heard from this wonderful substance, yet it's been supressed so much.
Is it more clear now ? I was even rejected by the doctors who are supposed to help you no matter what, and it's even supposed to be free for them doing so because we pay taxes for that, but not for me...
It's always about me, you cannot even possibly know how tired I am of all this shit about love and hate. Thats not love, love suffices itself !
No victims and no persecutor ! It's all a deceptive illusion...
And no... I didn't get any nice pills... they would look at me grin in pain but they weren't sure I wouldn't react negatively to the pills, so the prefered to tell me to go away.
I know, unbeleivable, but I still walked out of the doctors office with a tear in my eye, unless I was going to pay for private doctors, but hey I got the rope around my neck now, I owe over 5 years of work because well... because I wanted to be a psychonaut and create a community.
Oh I got nice moments, memories so worth it I was ready to die for them, and still am.
Thanks for caring !
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