THERE’S A WORM IN MY HEAD

Detox Timeline: From WTF-ery to Functionality. MORGELLONS HOPE.

Desperation Station

Detoxification Station

I first understood that there was an unbelievable physiological problem that the world was dealing with (known as Morgellons Disease) after I spent a day making art with my friend who had been dealing with the illness for a few months already. She had confided in me that she received a diagnosis of “delusional parasitosis”.  I have grown into an extremely empathetic creature (a trait I have employed many times to my own detriment) but I remember (as she explained her isolation and how nobody would believe her) picturing a person screaming underwater, or a desperate character in a horror movie to whom no-one would lend merit after they had encountered a supernatural threat and were desperately trying to warn people. I owed it to my friend to consider the evidence scientifically. She applied alcohol to her arm in a well-lighted area and I saw black seed like specks and hairs come out of her pores seemingly out of nowhere. We had been painting so I had her wash her hands and arms thoroughly and inspected her hands before she applied alcohol to her other arm and watched as the same phenomenon happened. I then washed my own hands and arms thoroughly and applied the alcohol to my own skin. Red, Blue and Black specks crawled out of my skin and seemed to be moving with a sort of intelligence.  

This occurrence spurred my search for answers and undoubtedly helped me get the jump on this assault inside my body instead of dealing with the gradual perplexing natural progression of symptoms. I recognized innately that the answers I sought were not just for the both of us, but also that I was searching for answers for all humans and creatures. This was one of many intuitions that proved correct. Now that I have learned to trust them and have learned the difference between “the still small voice” and the father of lies (who is a cunning impersonator) I have not been steered wrong. 

I tried to avoid speaking about this phenomenon to my BF (at the time) Dylan, but I was so freaked out I couldn't avoid telling him. He behaved very unkindly, would refuse to look at any evidence and began belittling me to all our friends (both behind my back and to my face). He was very cruel. Several times he got violent and tried to thwart me or hold me against my will whenever I would be discovered to be researching the topic or communicating or meeting with my friend for support. My being ill was an inconvenience to his partying lifestyle. My reality put a cramp in his plans. I had once really loved him, but he was becoming a stranger. He couldn’t be satisfied. He was a blackhole for substances and the light in his eyes had almost disappeared. Below you can see the before and after that this technology can do to a human. Dylan was sick with this too, but would not allow himself to acknowledge it.

Before the Damage was too Great

After: “No light No light in Your Bright Blue Eyes! A revelation in the light of day. WE Can’t choose what stays or what fades away”- Florence Welch

I did some reading and spoke to my friend about RIFE frequencies and how I read they could provide relief from Parasites and MORGELLONS Disease (which we suspected this was). She called me the following morning and urgently told me she wanted to pick me up because “there was something I had to see.” After a physical argument with Dylan, I made it out to the car and to her house. What she showed me was unbelievable.  She played (on a regular television surround speaker) a certain series of RIFE and Isochronic frequencies. Two were 2128hz square and saw wave and one was a three-part Isochronic series titled “cancer program” starting with 2128 hz and two others that I can't remember (The whole channel “pure brainwave soul and mind” was shut down in 2022 which had 1000’s of videos (no dialogue just tones) for “breaking The Terms of surface” on You Tube).  

These played in succession 2128hz and the two others in the 2000’s caused fibers to assemble under the skin and exit our bodies visibly. What looked like little black or blue hairs (with the same wavy crimp in the middle of them) came out of our skin with a tingling sensation. The frequencies also caused a crystal ash to form on the plastic base of the television that played and other electronic devices cased in plastic.  I have wondered sometimes (after the fact) if I had imagined this incredible occurrence, but I have a scar on my finger where one of these fibers exited that is still visible to this day. 

A week or so later, I came down with covid-like symptoms. I couldn’t get oxygen. I was very, very sick and thought more than once I would die. I even wrote out my last will for my kids through wheezing & tears while Dylan belittled me. My belly was distended because I could not get enough oxygen my lips were blue, but I knew deeply NOT to go to the hospital. I had had an earlier premonition of medical murder which was resounding through me with every labored breath.  

I remember searching through YouTube Rife frequencies hoping to find one that would give me relief for my lungs while Dylan would periodically come in and scream in my face howling like a lunatic. He even spent hours writing and recording a disgusting song mocking me with a demonic voice “the frequency, the frequency” and sent it to all our friends (I thought they were friends anyway). It’s funny how when you don’t hold the drug they want, they forget your name and how the gentle-free-loving hippie types can abandon their feigned empathy/acceptance/tolerance on a dime. They really envy and hate more than most other groups, only they embrace black magic to enhance their art or music or degrade another's light. These tribes now only inspire disgust in me when once it had been a lifestyle that I revered. I have finally recognized it as the empty & vain self-worship and indulgence that it always was. 

Later that same night when Dylan was gone delivering drugs to people, as I knelt on elbows and knees with my head on a pillow (an asthma recovery position that my mom used to use when she was suffering a severe attack) I had a powerful epiphany of reconciliation with the spirit of my mother (who had passed away 4 years before in 2016). I finally became deeply cognizant of my own past cruel and dismissive behavior that I had exhibited toward her. She had a chronic illness which caused her immense suffering. I was never as extreme as Dylan was, but I also never really tried to understand or validate her pain. I prayed for forgiveness and wept for a long time. I was also filled with a unique hope and energy of discernment. My mom and I had intense relationship strife. She wanted to contain my rebelliousness and help me avoid the suffering that she herself went through as a teen mom, but I had assumed she hated me and only wanted me to be miserable. My mom’s presence and wisdom has been a direct guide in the course of my healing. 

That calloused ignorance was something I could never take back. My mom had been damaged for life by the vaccines her mother had been conned into giving her. That same corrupt “health” system is what she educated me against and tried to save me from. I never considered what it would be like to live in her shoes. She often couldn’t breathe freely. The vaccines completely altered her adolescent years. She developed severe asthma and severe allergies for the family’s Border Collies that were her only siblings. The doctor's “treatment” made her much worse, so she held onto a massive distrust for medicine all my life.  I can count this as a priceless blessing that helped me to find answers outside of our corrupt medical system.  

I kicked Dylan out of my house because he was smoking meth 24/7 and hadn’t slept in 9 days or more. I was still using drugs but to a lesser degree. I was at least sleeping regularly and mainly doing research on this crazy thing happening to me. When he finally left, he took pretty much every cent with him all the musical equipment we had amassed in our relationship and left me with no transportation or food for myself or for our pets in the frigid winter. He and I had been together for 2 years, but he tossed me aside like I meant absolutely nothing to him. He then ignored me completely during waking hours, but in the middle of the night he would kick in the front door and then my bedroom door to make sure I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else. 

 It was about this time that I started having constant, extremely vivid violent-suicidal thoughts (that were not my own). I only battled them fervently because of my earlier vision. I prayed constantly, feeling utterly alone and God sent an angel (Dylan’s cousin Johnny) to check on me. He brought coloring books to try and cheer me up after I had posted a status “just woke up… drinking myself back to sleep”. This was what I had been doing for about 30 days straight. I didn’t eat, I didn't do drugs just drank myself into a coma as soon as I woke up. I can’t say I would have survived without having received timely & Divine guidance and a best friend to help me through the hardest thing I have ever experienced.  

In a couple weeks I developed terrible unhealing lesions on my back, neck, shoulders and on both of my butt cheeks. I could feel a strange connection between all of these lesions. It would cause shocks, pain, itching or cramping in a distant part of my body when I was treating an area that I knew wasn't possibly connected to the other by any natural explainable anatomy. I had taken detailed courses on anatomy and physiology for both massage school and nursing school and received very high scores in those subjects. This thing felt completely alien, as if I was becoming a marionette.  

I had applied homeopathic belladonna eyedrops in an experiment to the lesions and could feel the “creature” (like a snake) recoil from each one as I treated it and would rush to the next lesion. This triggered a recall. I had heard my suffering friend complain “there’s worm in my head!” What EXACTLY in the f**k was going on? This statement was made when she and I had earlier gone to the hospital together (I went as support). She was panicking saying it felt like there was a snake or a worm in her head and neck that was tightening and choking her. Brandon Iglesias a chemical engineer who publishes on Substack calls this phenomenon “rope-worm blobs” which are stimulated to grow exponentially faster than our immune system using certain growth stimulating frequencies. The parasitic worms are paramagnetic and able to respond to electrical stimulation. I believe this same phenomenon is bolstering the growth of all kinds of harmful parasites and fungus. 

In some ways this infection was biological, but other times it felt manufactured, alien, mechanical and electrically stimulated. In my earlier observations I knew this was unnatural. I saw unexplainable things like fibers that wouldn’t burn (even with an acetylene torch) that would move on their own along with all kinds of lifecycles of multiple different parasitic organisms attacking or being expelled from my body or infiltrating my environment. I saw threadworms, rope worms, horsehair worms, tapeworms, felt hook worms attach to me and what looked like “everything bagel crumbs” (eggs? Seeds? I wondered then but now understand that these are Mesogens). These would transfer from my body onto any surface I rested on (along with particles which resembled plant matter, crystal triangles or egg shaped waxy-off-white particles) coming from the skin on the bottoms of my legs. I could feel them pushing their way through my leggings. It was maddening. 

Every new sufferer that I observe in these early stages (of this intense WTF-ery) sets out down the same few paths. Medical gaslighting usually comes first. Some bang their head against this brick wall longer than others. Some have amazing resolve and keep going back while the corrupt medical system abuses them prescribing toxic “medicines” (like methotrexate and psych drugs) that do not help. They only burn up any health insurance by doing expensive dead-end testing (I would encourage those still stuck in this cycle to look up the definition of insanity). 

Inevitably the obvious path becomes self-research. The sufferer will unfortunately encounter an enormous amount of bad information, intentionally ambiguous information, and from somewhat helpful (progressing all the way up) to outright predacious information. Many theories are wrong because the author centers the blame on the vector (delivery system: biological or synthetic) or a symptom with some false authority which mostly is incentivized by their own product sales, delusions or worse. It should be made clear that distracting people with bad information and obfuscating the Government, Medical and Defense Institutions involvement in this (multi-faceted designer) disease pays well. 

 Government propaganda was legalized by Obama the 43^rd US president and you can bet the beneficial narrative will be amplified by people of low integrity who don't mind lying for a paycheck. So, the disinformation artists and predatory salespeople may say “it’s all in your head”, or “just an ancient fungus”, or “a version of Syphilis” or Lyme or parasites etc... They will smear effective treatments, and ask snide questions meant to make a person feel unintelligent or feel fear about trying a safer cheaper alternative. They will silence any alternative information that doesn’t fit their theory. They benefit by leading desperate people in circles. I hear one can make $250,000 a year to be a pharmaceutical or government propagandist. This market really can be a lucrative niche to find oneself in (for many unconscionable salespeople). By taking advantage of folks, you can make a quick buck, and if you really sell it right, there’s long-term money to be made from a group of VERY desperate people along with a government subsidy. 

Naturally, the sufferer sets out to prove to their loved ones and the medical institutions that they are NOT crazy. Many spend hours filming, photographing and saving evidence, because (OF COURSE) we assume the Institutions want to know about this and will (once they recognize the evidence) provide us with help. This is destructive and causes anxiety and fear which feeds the negative energy and makes things infinitely worse. I started down this road with my friend. Thankfully, I realized what was really going on a couple of months in, but not until after being thrown in the psych ward under threat of arrest by a CDC Doc. We all can easily be lead down these same exploitative paths that never provide any answers. I was lucky for certain circumstances (intense poverty and homelessness to name some that did not feel like blessings at the time) which pulled me away from these.  

I could not be interested in expensive “treatments” because they were out of my reach. I was uninterested in the medical path after I had witnessed the diabolical behavior of Docs (especially those from the CDC whose responsibility it would be to contain such a frightening, highly debilitating and contagious illness). I compared mine to the circumstances that were being propagated explaining how the covid “outbreak” had been identified, and I knew that the completely uncurious reception I received from the “medical professionals” was 100% antithetical to the narrative being amplified. It was all a lie. Public health was not a priority. That paradigm shattered and allowed me to examine this from new perspectives. The human will is a thing to be reckoned with, and I have since become a thorn in the side of this ugly operation and a bold exposer of the many fakers who are trying to exploit desperate sick people (One popular Morgellons grifter’s sketchy repertoire includes impersonating and plagiarizing a dead scientist). I have been right on all my instincts when it comes to the people in these circles who have bad intentions. 

So, what to get across in the message here? How did I get well, not just better? The answer is: Naturally and with the courage of an addict who had put plenty of substances into her body of questionable origin. The first treatment with which I witnessed profound results is baking soda. I am now as well as I have physically and mentally ever been (maybe not as in shape as I once was but at that time, I was nursing an eating disorder and dysmorphia). So, I am speaking of an overall state of wellness. I feel great, clear-minded and spiritually connected. I am very blessed to have this horrible disease reduced to a very minor inconvenience, where before:

I was suffering parasitic and (what I understand now was) weaponized candida overgrowth. It would infest my chin, neck, mucous membranes of the mouth and throat and the lymph nodes under my neck and cause inflammation, burning, swelling itching, and open lesions that would push out all manner of debris. I often see others dealing with the same inflammation of the neck and chin. I could feel the activity of self-assembly as a kind of electrical crawling activity. It would be the worst upon waking I would spend a lot of time trying to get “it out” with coconut oil lemongrass and clove essential oils and found extensive networks of clear spider web like fibers that formed a “fake” layer of skin (hydrogel biofilm matrix). I had an enormous open weeping sore on my belly that was 3 inches by 2 inches, golf ball sized swollen lymph nodes (obviously a sign of systemic illness). I had edema and mottling head to toe, and had lost sensation in my hands and feet. Topicals were not helping, nor much the medicated baths with ivermectin sheep dip added. 

In my reading I discovered that parasites and fungus prefer an acidic environment and so I set out to cost effectively change my PH. Now there are complicated diets that come up when anyone searches this topic. It does not have to be so complicated. That is a tactic to dissuade people from making this healthy change. There are unbelievably simple things people can do to restore health and reduce disease. Enter: baking soda. There is another myth perpetuated by the pHARM that one cannot influence ones PH. This is completely false and would cost the industry untold amounts of revenue if people were all cheaply altering their charge from a disease conducive environment (where fungal infections parasites and cancers thrive) to an inhospitable terrain (where they cannot). Salting also protects the cells against radiation poisoning which is another huge contributor to our symptoms. 

There have been huge persecutions of those recommending this effective and cheap strategy for wellness. Just look up “jailed for baking soda”. It's a disgrace. For those that believe the fake news that bicarbonate has no effect on the bodily PH because it encounters stomach acid at a low PH etc. (blah blah blah....) I encourage you to take some vinegar in a large bucket, measure the PH first and then add bicarbonate. Wait till the reaction subsides and measure PH again. The positive PH energy will be distributed throughout the compound because that energy does not just poof away. It is completely asinine to believe it would (Just like it is asinine to believe natural immunity suddenly poofs away for covid, or that gender is a social construct). 

I was a bit overzealous in my application of baking soda (as I was in most things). I drank too much too fast and soaked in a tub full of it because I wanted “it” out immediately. I would not suggest this approach to others as it can be very uncomfortable. It did not kill me however and this provided incredible data for me about how effective a simple salt was against this diabolical thing we face. I purged thousands of off white opaque crystalline structures jumping out of every pore as if they were repelled by the pole of a powerful magnet. You could hear them jump out of me and bounce against the glass in the cab of the truck. My fingertips were shooting these crystals out. I couldn’t believe it, and so went to show this phenomenon to a CDC doctor who promptly put me in the psych ward under threat of arrest. He told me to “never take baking soda again”. This was the last prescription I accepted from doctor, only omitting the “never” part.  

I was not immediately cured. This just became a tool in the arsenal which helped a great deal. I still was on a beggar's diet which meant I was still quite sick, but the baking soda reduced the crawling & lesions and heartburn. I was not aware yet that I had become allergic to gluten which took some painful trial and error to figure out. I was also unsure if I would physically withdrawal from the hard alcohol that I had been consuming (a fifth of) daily for 3 years. This was a huge cause of inflammation and was not helping anything. I cut down on it intensely and became a rare to occasional drinker and was extremely fortunate to not experience withdrawal. I ate garlic and used garlic suppositories and drank organic carrot juice until I turned a bit orange, but it made me feel better. Both are antiparasitic. 

 I took medicated baths with apple cider vinegar + Epsom salts + coconut oil & essential oils or borax + baking soda and coconut oil with essential oils. (When I had access to a bath) and exfoliated liberally. I used activated charcoal soap and washed my hair with baking soda. I scrubbed my body and hair with baking soda when I only had access to a shower. I made great improvement when I added a liquid iodine supplement and gluten free diet. My grandmother agreed to let me convalesce in her house out West so processed food was able to be cut out. I would treat my bed with baking soda nightly. I stopped going barefoot completely because pores of the feet are large, and I didn’t trust that I wouldn’t get reinfected. I took juniper and oregano essential oils internally.  I would make it a point to prepare and eat foods that were antiparasitic. I got some regular sun in reduced humidity and had improved by about 75%. I still was dealing with some brain fog and lingering fatigue and depression, but I was making progress. 

 We returned to the humid Midwest in January. Johnny’s parents agreed to take us in with about 6 months of sobriety under our belt. This set me back. Inflammation became a problem again. I was depressed and would periodically return to drinking Gin. It was made from Juniper berries, so I told myself it was helping. We started having steady money (not good money but steady) and this set me searching for something that would help me improve my inflammation, gut health and energy levels. Something that would also help me with parasites and the candida that was creeping back from being in the humid environment.

I came across Dr. Jennifer Daniels videos and learned about Gum Spirits of Turpentine. It is anti-parasitic, anti-cancer, anti-fungal, anti-inflammatory, lung/gut/nerve/kidney/liver and vascular restorative. I saw that it would be a very inexpensive comprehensive natural and long-lasting option for treatment (if it worked) so I ordered 4oz. This was in March of 2022. Every area of my health improved by adding Turpentine. Brain fog was gone, and inflammation was relieved (in a bit more than an hour) and eventually totally eliminated. This medicine amazing. There are incredible studies of its properties that even call its active properties a “Never Ending Story” of healing.

 I was detoxifying my digestive tract, my joint pain and asthma went away. I felt good enough to get a serving job. Johnnys parents were unhappy that it was just him working, they couldn’t understand what I was going through. I was eager to get them off my back. The job venture was not blessed, however. I had known that God did not want me returning to that accursed state in the Midwest. I felt a clear calling out west. I prayed and prayed for a mission to serve where Johnny’s family was, but God required a good-faith sacrifice from me of blind faith. 

Johnny and I had an argument over the poorly managed crappy restaurant job that was completely wrong for me, where catty servers were purposely trying to get me to quit. He hit the brakes suddenly when we were driving, and I hadn’t put my seatbelt on. The police saw the sudden stop by enormous odds and pulled him over. I had blood on my lip from hitting the dash (and luckily my first payroll deposit in my purse). He went to jail on a Friday night, and I didn’t have a license or service on my phone (only WiFi) or even any idea where I even was.

I checked into the hotel we happened to pull over at and cried all night. His parents wanted nothing to do with me the next day. I had nowhere to go but back out West. With much prayer and weeping and relinquishing, I broke all my old patterns. I forsook the familiar chaos and chose to go by myself to do what God required of me. Johnny paid for my hotel for a week and drove me to my flight. There was a pivotal moment during that time that made him soften His heart to God, but I’ll go into that in another post. Johnny followed me a few months later and our relationship improved. We both got good steady jobs. I became a worship leader. 

I moved in with my sister to the city, and she helped me get on my feet. She had been damaged by the vaccine (that I told her not to take) and so we undertook detox strategies together. Turpentine greatly improved her vaccine injury. This was when I began eating organic only, and drinking fluoride free filtered water. So, I plead with people who may still be using the logic that “everything is contaminated so organic or not, doesn’t matter”, I will tell you that this is untrue. I made significant improvements after removing inorganic junk and processed foods along with yeast, refined sugar and gluten. Many of our problems can be relieved with clean conscious eating and prayer over our food. 

 I bought CLO2 and began to use it regularly (not at the same time as gum spirits but hours apart). This was another monumental help. I purged a lot of toxicity this way by taking hourly doses of cLo2 in the evening for 4-5 hourly doses. My technique now has evolved with this compound, and I have begun employing a new method that is less time consuming. I activate 10 drops and place them in an open container as low as possible but away from the stream of water in a hot enclosed bathroom and shower nightly. After allowing my body about 5 mins to absorb the diffused gas I then turn off the water, scrub with a salt scrub of baking soda, borax, sodium citrate, and Epsom salt and let it sit on my skin for a while before rinsing. After the shower I will apply a peppermint + lemongrass essential oil and organic glycerin mixture to the wet skin allowing to air dry (very clarifying and energizing) and take a half teaspoon of activated charcoal. This diffusion treats lungs and nasal passages and will cause some congestion in the nose where sticky glue-like biofilm will detach from the mucous membranes. (This gas is volatile and should not be directly inhaled or diffused in a small space without steam). Here are CLO2/MMS Protocols.

I take high quality mineral supplements from Thorne B complex and trace minerals and supplement internally with Boron (borax). Mostly I am up in health, still I experience downs (depending on the level of toxin exposure I face or with the moon cycles). The detox shower is an enormous help after being exposed to shedding or (many times) mold at my job. I do it first thing upon returning home and keep my bed clothes from being contaminated by any street clothes. I place street clothes in the wash pile, take a detox shower then put on clean house clothes.  

I wash all clothing with borax). I dry clothing with dryer balls treated with a few drops of essential oils: litsea cubeba, thieves oil, sweet orange and spike lavender. I also combine these oils with organic glycerin and take it under the tongue a few times daily if I am feeling symptoms and apply these oils directly to any new lesions or itchy places that pop up and they disappear very quickly since I have been implementing the diffusions. With the diffusions, you may notice bumps come to the surface symmetrically on both sides of the body, but they quickly go away with the application of essential oil. I believe this is the body rejecting areas where biosensors have formed and purging them. None have been slow healing for me or have behaved like the lesions we are used to. 

I also implement an iodine and distilled water gargle + rinse to the eyes, mouth and ears (inside and out). I very thoroughly treat nasal passages rinsing and blowing out 3x on each side and then end with a liberal application of the same solution to the face and neck. I put 8 drops 2% iodine to every 2oz distilled water. This ratio is calming to mucous membranes, and if there is ever inflammation burning or crawling this stops it in its tracks after 5 minutes. I do this a few times a week to 1x a day depending on how I am feeling. 

This may seem like a lot of effort, but the whole of my routine now takes about 25 minutes (generously). I get up before work and first thing, take a teaspoon of baking soda with distilled water. I just put a teaspoon of soda on my tongue and wash it down with distilled water (tastes mildly salty). Then I get dressed, take my liquid iodine (under the tongue) and my mineral supplements. Next, I pour one half to 1 teaspoon of turpentine onto a regular (eating) tablespoon, then add a tsp of organic cane sugar take it and follow with some distilled water (sometimes I use castor oil instead of sugar to flush the intestines if I feel bound up). I brush my teeth with baking soda and before I leave the house, I dip a wet finger in borax and let it dissolve under my tongue (does not taste unpleasant). Many ppl will add 1/8 teaspoon borax in their water and drink through the day, that works too I am all about being efficient.  

This morning routine takes 10 mins if you are being really slow. On weekends I will add in 1 teaspoon sodium citrate, 1500 mg powdered vitamin c and 20 ml organic glycerin in a few oz distilled water. SC is a calcium chelator that interrupts the self-assembly process of this technology and displaces biofilm. It is necessary to restore calcium throughout the week, so I don't take it daily. When first using it, one can take for 4 or 5 consecutive days but should thereafter take it less frequently. 

At night I get home shed my clothes to the hamper, mix 10 drops CLo2 and 10 drops acid activator in a plastic or glass container place in the shower and do my shower routine. If I’m in a rush I can be done in 10 minutes. I put on clean house clothes. I use OdoBan eucalyptus spray to spray down my bed sheets before I get into bed, and I spray the truck seat in the morning. I also use it to clean all surfaces. It’s antifungal. Works like a dream @ 10$ for a concentrated gallon. Carpets, mattresses and upholstered couches should be treated with baking soda and vacuumed after a half hour 

This is how I got better. All the things I use besides the mineral supplements are stupidly cheap. I could get by on 100$ for 6 months or more. The supplements aren’t that expensive either. Like 40$ for 2 months. I mix my own Clo2 from 80% sodium chlorite flakes. 28 grams flakes to 72 grams distilled water weighed on a digital scale and a 5% hydrochloric acid activator per each drop of solution.  I dilute HCL acid from a 37% bulk acid solution. You can more cheaply use flakes or choose to spend the extra money on already mixed 2 PART system. The cheapest place to get borax is Blain's farm and fleet online. Sometimes, I will take more baking soda throughout the day if I’m feeling acidic people just starting baking soda should take 3-5x a day. You will start to recognize the feeling.  

Hopefully this can help people because I everything seems so overwhelming. It is just a matter of getting a routine down and sticking with it. Especially with dietary advice. It is equally as important as detoxification to not continue polluting the body. This is why people stagnate. Is your skin crawling? How much sugar have you ingested today? That is likely the culprit. Do you have low concentration, fatigue, headache, heartburn? How is your gluten intake in the last 12 hours? Gluten causes these things. Also, what is your PH level & are you acidic? Are you swollen or inflamed? Gum Spirits will relieve this quickly. Are you experiencing electrically charged lesions? Try internal CL02 protocols or my diffusion process and apply one or a combination of essential oils I mentioned.

 Avoid giving into hopelessness or fear, because it feeds this thing. PRAY. Encourage a positive frequency. We are energetic creatures. I listen to a lot of music at 432 hertz frequency. You can find this on YouTube by searching “432 hz music”. This frequency heals cells with sacred geometry. I tune my instruments to this frequency at church to help my congregation heal (without having to explain what from). Here is a video showing the effect of 432 hz on water. It creates sacred symmetrical geometry. Standard tuning of 440 hz causes a chaotic structure. The standard tuning was set by the Nazi’s and elite leaders, it inspires anxiety and is disharmonious with nature.