Live Free or Die

My energy level is back up, I have now had a full week’s worth of the oil and only have enough for one more week. It seems so absolutely stupid to me that anyone would look at me as a criminal. I am only trying to get back to any kind of normalcy for me and my family. I have found my “Fountain of Youth.” I have found, for the first time ever, the one and only thing that makes me feel remotely how I did before I was cursed with this disease. I don’t feel high; I feel alive! I can now think much more clearly because I no longer think about the pain. I never fully realized that your brain cannot focus or function on other things when you’re in pain. Pain has stolen years away from me. Pain has taken so much—energy, life, happiness, and health.

If a single plant on this earth could cure anything and could be readily available to anyone who had access to some dirt, then the pharmaceutical companies would have no way to make money off of the public. How can you patent a plant? That of course would have an effect on major industries—insurance companies, hospitals, pharmacists and the cool drugs they make with the awesome TV ads; the list goes on.

If people only knew what a crock it all was! It was a big step for me, taking my life in my own hands and no longer believing that anyone else other than me has had my best interests at heart. It is not all the physician’s fault. He has had years and years of medical school teaching him that these new pharmaceuticals are the way to go. He is brainwashed into thinking that—even though a high percentage of people they prescribe chemotherapy die. They believe that the ones that are strong enough to survive are just in their survival—and the ones who lost that battle, well, it was just meant to be. These poor men pay high dollar for their education, feeling that they are not significant enough to second-guess the system. The system must know best—right? When folks no longer second-guess, when they only just “take their word for it,” they end up being followers of a false truth. Statistically, there are always more followers than leaders—especially in the medical field. It’s all politics, baby, and all about the almighty dollar.

Finding this truth out for myself is the best thing that has ever happened to me! I feel like I have won the lottery! I won a new chance on life. The difference here is that I can now help others win as well! I can’t stop thinking of those who have needlessly lost their lives under the care of the medical system. I can’t stress enough that you must take your life into your own hands. I hope that writing this journal will open the minds of many so that they can truly see their own miracles come true!

Rick Simpson has opened the door and is paving the way as an example of how humanity treats each other. This man is my hero and I hope to follow in his footsteps by spreading the message of truth and exposing the medical community for what they truly are—thieves.

I have been outside most of this week; the sun has been out, and the weather has been in the upper seventies. I planted some vegetables and flowers, spending a good four hours at one stretch in the sun. I have red hair and very fair skin. I normally will burn in the sun within the fifteen minutes it takes to mow the front lawn. Anyhow, I needed to plant these things, I had waited too long and I was regretting the evening knowing my body was surely as red as a beet. My skin was sore and warm, but nothing more. I woke the next day, no tan, no burn—nothing!

Never in my entire life has this ever happened to me! I have always burned in the sun. I have had blisters rise on my skin by almost two inches! Ah, man, are they painful! A bad burn will make your body feel like you had the flu for a good seventy-two hours. That is exactly what I had expected —but nothing!

This oil is truly amazing! This morning, as I was retrieving my oil from my globe, the rubber seal went a bit off kilter, so I stupidly went to grab and pull it straight. The metal gets very hot. The knuckle of my thumb touched the metal and I could actually hear the skin singe and smell it burn like burnt hair. I looked at my thumb and a blister had formed and risen considerably. With fresh oil on my trusty spatula, I dabbed some on and bandaged it up. Immediately, the burning was gone. Within minutes the blister was gone, and two hours later, you can’t even tell that it’s there! I am able to actually rub my finger on it and it looks as if the scar is a week old!

I am just flabbergasted by the potential this stuff has! If gold ever had a flavor, the oil is it! I only hope and pray that I can get this message out and not harm myself or my family in the process. My husband said something that keeps sticking with me—“In each life-changing situation, it is always better to be safe and cautious.”