Modern Medicine.

I don’t like the medical industry. I never have, I think the first experience I ever had with it was bad and the last experience was bad and every experience in between was bad! I am not picking on the individual doctors because I know several really great people that are doctors and they really try to help people and I suppose they do help people. I do have a real problem with the medical industry and their methods as a whole. It’s cut it out, burn it out and if you miss anything kill it with chemicals. If the problem doesn’t call for that sort of thing their usual method is to force whatever it is that needs changing. Just using the sledgehammer approach. I like using a sledgehammer on things, like when the barn door won’t open or the pin is rusted in the plow. Unfortunately, it seems that the medical industry can’t see the difference between a human being and a barn door or a rusted pin.
The medical industry is not non profit. No 501-c-3 status here, although you see more than enough of those numbers in the churches where they should not be. One of the biggest things that makes me mad with them is the fact that they like to think that they are gods. Their first commandment is just like the true God’s first commandment. “Thou shalt have no other gods before me.” They have their police force called Social Services for the children and Lawyers for the adults. When a parent decides to take their children’s health to the true God the false gods send out their police force Social Service to force compliance with the false god’s wishes. (What service are Social Services or the CPS providing when they harass a parent for giving their child proper and Godly health care?) I hope parents are getting the picture that it is not safe to take their children to a doctor for any reason. That includes emergencies these days! What ever happened to freedom? I am an Herbalist. I spent 4 years taking courses and many more years studying. I am not an expert and I don’t know everything but I do have a framed piece of paper on my wall with fancy writing and a big shiny seal just like the doctors do so I ought to know something right? I am allowed to talk but I am not allowed to give treatments for a disease or injury. I could get sued, and not just by the patient! If caught, a lawyer could be on my case for practicing medicine without a license and I could face jail time. An even more rude breach of freedom is I cannot sell an herb or any product and explain how to use it at the same time. I can sell an herb or product, but I have to watch what name I use and I cannot give any advice as to health or anything like that. If I sold you a pound of chamomile flowers and told you it would help you sleep at night if you drank a cup of the tea before bed I could be looking at a lawsuit. Practicing medicine without a license you know. I can tell you that I drink a cup of chamomile tea every evening while I write something to relax and that I have an extra pound that I would be willing to sell (I don’t) and I would be relatively safe from lawsuits. It’s pathetic.
The Medical industry is just that, an industry. It is FOR PROFIT ladies and gentlemen! Get that engrained in your head, it’s all FOR PROFIT. They charge $900 per dose of anti seizure medication for a reason. I know that is what they charge because that is how much Dad had to pay when they gave it to my brain dead Mother to see if it might have any “effect.” It didn’t. That is a cheap medicine. Some anti heart attack medication is $5,000 per dose and that’s a really old figure, I am sure it’s worse now.
Just take a quick look at the cancer industry. How much money do you think they would make if they “found” a cure? Not as much as they are making by not “finding” it! I have the figures of how much they are making by not “finding” a cure somewhere. But I’ll never find them tonight. It’s in the billions of dollars per year. That’s billions plural. Many billions. Think about it, if they acknowledged a cure all of the research money would instantly dry up. They couldn’t pocket it in exchange for a façade of doing research anymore! All of the cancer drives, the cancer foundation, the cancer funds and all of the rest would be obsolete! The wild card of, “If we only had more research and more resources ($$$$$) at our disposal, we could find a cure faster.” Would disappear. They ignore and cover up more cures than I can keep track of. If people would just realize the cover ups and the lies being told there would be a revolution tomorrow, or maybe not, people seem to be just like dumb sheep these days. “Oh, you want me to go into that butcher chute? Ok, whatever you say, you have the white coat on and the stethoscope around your neck.” The last time I went in to the doctor I got a spinal tap. Several of them. The idiot giving it had no more clue than I did about how to do it and kept jabbing and jabbing and missing and missing. Oh well, 12 jabs with a huge needle into the spine of a little kid won’t hurt anything. Just mess up his vertebrae for the next 22 years and give him constant pain. The first time one of my brothers visited a doctor for an emergency broken leg they tried giving him a catheter, but a 12 year old boy cannot quite handle an adult sized catheter. It didn’t fit naturally, even though the guy jabbed and shoved and forced and generally made a mess of things before Dad mentioned that maybe it wasn’t working and why was this all needed in the first place? That part of his anatomy was in perfect condition until the doctor got to it so why was all of this needed? “Oh, just in case there is a problem.” Ok, well leave him alone and if a problem in that area should develop we will be sure to LET SOMEBODY BESIDES YOU KNOW ABOUT IT! It was a maddening ordeal. Then they tried setting the leg. But the doctor was doing a terrible job of it. In fact, he couldn’t seem to manage to get it right at all. Of course this is all accompanied by David’s screaming because naturally, when you are stripped down to your birthday suit in a crowd of people, have one guy shoving a tube where nothing on earth belongs, and another manhandling your broken leg, a person is apt to scream and yell. I would too!
I am glad I don’t have many of my books handy, because if I did I would not be able to resist going through and including all of the nasty stories, horrible experiences and documenting all of the cases of abuse and stupidity I could find in regards to the medical industry. I have enough information to write several books about it, story after story, chapter after chapter and it would soon begin to look like a doctor defamation project. I am not out to do that, I would rather quietly focus on the alternative and as carefully as I can steer others away from the horrors of hospitals and doctors offices. If I had only one thing to say to people though it would be, never, never, NEVER get your children vaccinated! Anyone that pushes vaccination in any form is pushing a lie directly from Satan in my opinion. I beg you, please don’t listen! I don’t have enough room here to go into any detail about vaccinations and there are plenty of good books about the subject so I don’t really need to write another one. I gave away the last copy of my favorite book on that subject and I need to get more so I can keep handing them out, or maybe I should write one in tract format and hand that out. In my own personal experience, three of our family have had major seizure problems directly related to vaccinations. I had grand mal seizures after every shot. I would probably be dead or a vegetable today if Mom hadn’t figured that something was wrong and not given me any more. I have two siblings that got epilepsy directly from being vaccinated. One, a sister, was healed when Dad took her to the elders at church and they laid hands on her and prayed. She would have dozens of seizures every day but after that she had 7 seizures, one each day for 7 days and then no more. A brother had the same epilepsy, and Dad had him prayed for as well, though a year or two later if I remember correctly. He was not healed immediately but we were shown how to deal with the situation and as a result he is able to drive now, though if he isn’t careful he will still have a spell now and then.
Vaccines are not even effective. Well, they sort of are in some cases for a short time, but real immunity is so much better why would anyone want to settle for that? I remember one year Mom got Whooping Cough. She knew what it was because she had studied quite a bit and Whooping Cough is not hard to diagnose, in fact, it is as plain as the nose on an elephant when you have it. Especially when you know what to look for! She went to the doctor after coughing so much she broke ribs doing it and told him what the problem was. “Oh no” he said, “You couldn’t have that, you have been vaccinated remember?” After doing a bit of this and that he said “What you have is…” saying some long and impressive sounding disease name which was in Latin. Unfortunately for his reputation he didn’t know that Mom was not as uneducated as he thought she was and that she knew quite a bit of Latin! What he said in Latin was “What you have is, Whooping Cough.” Well, you can imagine the disgust that Mom left the hospital in! I remember very well because she was so mad she was dragging me by the arm down the long corridor and when she drove out of the underground parking garage the car tires squealed. That happened when she was REALLY mad. Now every time I go into a hospital and I see a long corridor like that I am reminded of that time when I was a little boy being dragged and Mom was coughing all the way. Of course she had been vaccinated and it didn’t do the job. The doctor would never admit that error though.
Like I said before, I could go on and on about the terrors of the medical industry, from human experimental subjects to satanic practices to witchcraft and other things like that. I don’t know if I can stomach that much of that stuff tonight.
I have to tell one more story though, it is a long one and a very sad one for me. I can handle it when an adult gets mistreated because they can usually do something about it but when they torture a child my blood boils. In this case when I heard the story for the first time from the parents and saw the little boy that was the one involved running out of the room crying because he couldn’t handle the memories I about exploded, in fact, I cried for the first time in years. You see, the boy was trying to run out of the room but he couldn’t because of the torture the doctors put him through made him almost a vegetable and he had to have help standing up. Unfortunately in this case he didn’t have help and tried to go anyway and it was quite a procedure.
In the interests of keeping the length down I’ll skip a lot and move to the point where this 9 year old (I think it’s 9, it could be a year either way) was taken to the hospital due to a headache that wouldn’t quit and when they found that he had a brain tumor they decided to work their “magic” on him. The parents refused and wanted to get a second opinion, possibly look for alternatives. That wouldn’t fly at all though and the CPS made sure that boy stayed in the hospital, even going so far as putting an electronic surveillance bracelet on him so that if anyone tried sneaking him out of the hospital alarms would go off and the police would be called. They forced their “treatments” on him while the parents and other siblings were kept away forcibly and were tied up in court battles. After hacking, chopping, burning and chemical treating the boy (Samuel) and threatening to take away the other children in the family because they were “At risk” because the parents wouldn’t give “Proper medical treatment” They allowed the parents in to see their son but he was just out of the radiation room and his skin was too hot to touch, he was burnt and they had made a terrible mistake with their newfangled radiation machine (like my technical medical terms here?) and they had burned a part of his brain that was not supposed to be burned. “Oops, we missed the target.” No matter that this is a young man’s brain we are talking about here and that a minute error is not just a little “Oops, I missed.” Problem! Oh well, he was a happy, relatively healthy young boy, doing well in school, learning to play the violin, having fun on his family ranch etc. Now he was a complete vegetable. Oh yeah, they forgot to feed him. Then they only fed him through a tube for so long his stomach and digestion atrophied and he couldn’t eat anymore. He was skin and bones, 99 percent dead, helpless and so were the parents. With all of this they had not gotten the cancer out. With a ton of prayer the family knew God was going to deliver their son and He did. The hospital wouldn’t give him up for anything until a disaster struck the hospital and it lost so many beds that it had no more room and they almost begged the parents to take Samuel out! God is so wonderful! They took him home and of course he was physically a mess, no eating capability, he couldn’t tend himself, couldn’t talk, couldn’t stand up or do anything at all. Since his stomach was so atrophied when they gave him a drop of anything including water he would throw it right back up again. They used some natural remedies (no more doctor anything for them by this time) and he started to gain strength. You can feed someone externally and they will live if you work at it enough. They did and using the few natural remedies they knew at the time (and were madly searching for more) they slowly saw progress.
By the time I met Samuel he was 12 years old and could stand on his own but would fall over with a breath of wind, he had learned to walk again though he had to have help doing it and he could eat real food, though he had a hard time getting it to his mouth and often missed his mouth with the fork entirely. He was still almost blind, though he could recognize a person if that person was close. He had learned to talk again too, though not everybody could understand him. You had to actually sit down and pay attention when listening to him! He would struggle with a word so hard because he just couldn’t get it out. He would pretend to read, because he had always liked to read, but everyone knew he wasn’t reading anything because the book was often upside down. I spent a lot of time with him at the time because we were all at a church gathering for a week and he would sit on the chair all day just wishing someone would pay a little bit of attention to him. His mind was perfectly all right and he was very smart. If you had the patience to listen to him fight to turn his thoughts into words you could have a very good conversation. I remember asking him what he used to like to do and he said “I used to play my violin” So I asked him if he still wanted to practice it but he said “Yeah, I do, but I can’t hold it anymore because my fingers don’t work!” Oops doctor. It’s just a fine little man’s life that was messed up by the barbaric “Treatments” Oh well, there are lots of 12 year old boys that play the violin and read so we can just go find another one”.
That was a bit more of a challenging case than I was prepared to help with at the time, though I would definitely go for it now. I talked with the parents a lot about it and they had a lot of good knowledge and were on the right track. I was able to suggest a lot of good books and information and I told them what I would do if it were my son. I kept in contact on the phone occasionally and went halfway across the country to visit one time, (My sister wanted to visit his sister and I wanted to go to Arizona for the winter) it was good to see the progress Samuel was making! The doctors said he would die immediately after they took him out from their “Care” He didn’t. He got better. By the time I visited he was walking well enough to go on a short walk with me while he showed me their place, though I still needed to help him over some rough areas. He even was able to help with the goat chores and that made him so incredibly proud! He could carry the milk bucket! He could talk better and eat better but he still couldn’t do the regular boy things like make forts in trees and ride a bike or run across the desert.
I haven’t seen him in a long time but I hear he is getting much better. He would be about 15 years old now but growing up will be rather slow for him. The chemotherapy drugs they gave him have a side effect of making guys sterile and other such things. He is improving though and with the intensive program he is on he ought to be! God gives us wonderful things to work with and he does perform miracles even these days.
The statistics are pretty plain with his kind of cancer and treatment. An extremely low survival rate and even when the doctors say they are “successful” in their “treatments” the average maximum life expectancy of a child is 5 years after finishing “treatment”. The side effects catch up by that time. All their “treatment” does is give maximum 5 years more life. A terrible, miserable 5 years of life. What good is that when we know that God can heal and that He has given things that can not only improve the quality of life but can and do cure the cancer or other disease!
I have hopefully made it clear to my family that I do not want to be taken to a hospital or doctor. If I am supposed to die then let me die. I won’t be missed all that much and I’ll be going to a better place anyway. I’ll take care of myself at home if I need to. If I can’t do that I suppose I’ll have to fix my own broken leg because there isn’t anyone around that can take care of me, and that is fine. I would rather have nobody than have a doctor.
I will concede that doctors are usually very good at trauma work. Setting bones, sewing up gashes, fixing gunshot wounds etc. I wouldn’t stop anybody from going there to have something like that taken care of. But I must warn you, if you take a child in there they think they own that child as soon as it walks through the door and you had better be willing to put up with that! If anyone takes a child to a doctor and decides to leave make sure you make it very plain that you are just going to get a second opinion. As far as I know we are still allowed to get a second opinion these days so you can get away that way. They don’t need to know where you get that second opinion.
I have a problem with people that say “No doctors period” but don’t do anything to fill the void. You have to do something! For me, since I am a “No Doctor” kind of guy I decided that I needed to learn how to deal with things myself so I could handle situations that come up. Usually I don’t know what to do anyway and I can’t spout nonsense in Latin like an MD can but at least I am better off than having learned nothing at all. If I have a big cut that’s bleeding I know what to do. If I get a cold I know what to do and if I get cancer or heart disease or have a heart attack I know what to do! If I get burned badly I know what works better than most of the things the medical profession has got to work with. Same goes for most bleeding, or spasms, or seizures or diabetes or deafness or nerve damage and a host of other things. What is even better is it doesn’t cost a fortune either. I still need to work on diagnosing things because I am often clueless. But I console myself with the fact that the doctor is often clueless too, he just makes something up to cover for it!
The best way to stay away from doctors is to use a little common sense to stay safe and to keep healthy in the first place. There is no reason why we have to get sick all the time. We just have to do the things that keep our health in good shape and stay away from that which makes a person sick. We won’t be able to avoid everything and we will probably have colds and such things from time to time. With knowledge and a bit of work even that sort of thing can be minimized too. What people don’t realize is all of the things that will make a person sick or develop a disease. It’s not always nasty fast food and sugar or sitting next to the kid with a cold. It’s often something as simple as mold in the house or not drinking enough water. More often than that though I am finding it is problems in life, our mental attitude or stresses that weaken us to the point where we get sick. And very often it is just plain old sin that does it. You find me an incurable case of cancer and I’ll show you an unresolved sin situation. I’ve gone on too long to go into details now but I may another time so those that are interested can at least read some of my thoughts on the matter. Besides, I enjoy writing about it!