The clinical path of disease
My dad got diagnosed with lung cancer.
He had been failing, we could see that, but he had very painful arthritis in his joints so we assumed thats what was slowing him down.
Then he had an really annoying cough. My mum nagged until he went to the doctor.
He got an xray, they saw something dodgy, he got called up to "get the results."
We all know what that means. By chance or divine intervention I flew into Glasgow the night before the news was to be delivered. I surprised him at the hospital when he arrived with my brother and the 3 of us lined up in chairs in the doctors office to await the news.
Now it is no secret I despise the pharmaceutical companies and their drug pushing, their lies, how they get away with what they do and that people die because the other safe options are kept from them.
But I have also had to accept that most people like it and feel safe in it, and that is their absolute right.
I had already watched my mum being poisoned nearly to death by chemo, and my cousin. The two of them bald as coots hugging each other gave me severe chest pains, but this is the system, this is what most of us trust and believe in, so I have learned to competely detach from it and just watch.
How bizarre it was the 3 of us sitting in a line, this doctor a complete stranger actually knowing what the shadow was before us and now about to tell us our family fate.
Dad walked in there, no sticks, pain in his ankles but apart from that looking pretty great for his age.
The Doctor arrived and although you already knew, you really knew when she looked at him, the pity, head to the side and delivered the shot "it's bad news...it's lung cancer."
She did the "clinical chat" then she tried to soften the blow in a genuinely loving and kind manner. She knows I thought, she knows that telling him will kill him, but she had to explain what that Xray showed, that is her job.
"We know people with a good positive attitude can live for a long time with something like this. If your wife had not made you come for the Xray then you would not even know you had it."
All true, but coming straight after the bullet, it washed right over my dads head. Except on the way home in the car he asked me "What exactly is a good positive attitude"? Bloody scientists, always wanting to know the facts.
I thought about it for quite a few minutes then explained, "its when you don't believe them"
That did not wash with him, obviously, he 100% believed them and from that minute on he visually started dying.
Beliefs. We now understand how they can kill or cure us. The placebo and the nocebo effect are a well known phenomena, even Henry Ford said it, "Whether you think you can or you can't you're right"..
If the mind believes it truly deep down in the subconscious, so it will be. But we can change that.
5 weeks later I had intervened as much as I could, Fresh juice daily, earthing sheet for anti inflammatory energy, oxygenated water, hands on healing from me, small steps that I did more for me than him.
He still ate food that was NOT medicine but I saw that I could only inflict small changes or I would make a bad situation worse
We went back for his next scan to target the area for radiation. I wholeheartedly disagreed with this but also knew it was a lifeline for him, the very fact that they were giving him treatment meant there was hope of some sort. (In his mind, well that's what I hoped)
Imagine my astonishment when they saw changes in his lungs. The photo that had been a snapshot of his energy system on that second of that day was different to the photo of the snapshot of his energy system today.
They were confused. It did not look as bad. I wasn't. I was over the moon.
"Can you see now dad! You can change this? In only 5 weeks with these small changes it has improved?"
The result of this ironically was that they were able (with the best intentions in the world) to give him stronger radiation.
He asked the Doctor how long he had. He refused to tell him, again kindly saying he genuinely could not say. If it follows the clinical path then, I would say go out and do all the things that you want to do, but I tell everyone that.
That got me thinking. Never at any stage had anyone mentioned nutrition, daylight, emotional release, fear control, NOTHING. Not one thing that is on my healing plan got mentioned. The only thing that got talked about was radiation.
Plus my dad never went outside again after the radiation, this is a death sentence itself, we NEED fresh air.
IF IT FOLLOWS THE CLINICAL PATH..........
Do you see what that means?
It means if you do nothing, then they can tell you roughly what will happen.
But more and more now people are taking action themselves and avoiding and body swerving the clinical path, at least for a while.
We are all going to die?
The clinical path is the path of doing nothing. Allow the disease to progress, do nothing, believe, accept then die.
That's what my dad chose to do and I knew that is what he would do.
Maybe you would choose something different if you were ever in this position.
Your thoughts, feelings, emotions, BELIEFS, nutrition, connection with Nature, the Planet and others all affect your health.
FAITH AND BELIEF affect your healing.
Taking away hope kills people, especially older, weaker, traditional ones.
Would my dad have lived longer had he understood he could have changed it?
Maybe not, this is not about living forever, I believe we all have our time.
This is about fear.
Killing people with fear.
Fear of the clinical path, which is only one of the roads out of here.
He chose that one, maybe without knowing, maybe he was tired, a bit of both I think.
You can choose another path but it takes as much dedication and faith as turning up for chemo or radiation.
You have to make the right choices. That can be challenging if you do not understand your programming, beliefs and subconscious mind.
I can help you and guide you with that, but you need to do the rest.
Are you up for it?
Which path will you take?