The Truth—The Truth and Nothing but the Truth

So here it is…

Some of you out there knew me when I first started earnestly writing on the Internet.  I was dying then.  I was at the end of an awful experience.  I was being murdered slowly and painfully.

A profession I trusted were the culprits—MDs.

Wrapping my mind around such a thing was incredibly hard.  My last effort gained nothing more than debt.  My foot and leg were swollen and I had stopped ANY regular deadly attendance at any such facility and opted for Emergency rooms.  I hoped their diagnostic skills would be better.

Over the course of four months, I went to emergency rooms three times.  I stupidly allowed them to do tests and x-rays to satisfy themselves that my foot was not broken.  I knew damned well it wasn’t, and now I believe they did all those things merely to pad a bill.

The first two times I went to an ER, they inserted IVs for nothing more than blood draws into a vein that is a bit too delicate for any such abuse.  By the third time, I had wised up, and when a blood draw was ordered, the nurse did not even ask me if I wanted an IV, she was just going to insert it.

She told me she was going to draw blood.  I replied that the vein was delicate and to use a butterfly [a very small needle.]

“Oh, no,” she said.  “I’m putting in an IV,” I hadn’t noticed she had already ripped open the sterile package and placed it on my belly.

“No you aren’t,” I said.  “IVs are being done to pad the bill.  There is no need to do an IV for a simple blood draw.”

She looked quite put off, but complied.

After thousands of dollars in tests, they found nothing.  I asked a friend [who is an MD] in a far off country what he thought about my symptoms and situation.  He immediately whipped out an observation.

“It’s either calcium crystals or uric crystals,” he said.

“Gout??” I retorted?

I don’t consume liquor so it was something I hadn’t even considered.  Rich foods were the culprit and I knew it.  That sore big toe was my tell.




A calcium blood level had been done.  It was normal.  Uric had been ignored.  But through the process of elimination, I was forced to admit I had gout. [No–these aren’t my feet but they reflect my condition.]



It appears even ER MDs have lost the ability to DX.  Their only purpose is to bill people and make them sicker these days.  I’m on my own.

Since I had declined a free pass to medical school in ’76, I was and am confident in my abilities.


One tidbit of information that should give you a WHOLE lot of confidence is that the Acting Head of the CDC is from the parent institution of the facility I went to for medical help and they couldn’t even diagnose gout.


Over these last ten years, I have been nearly killed by pharmaceutical products; forcibly injected with a drug that should have finished my kidneys off [the certain damage noted on the insert]; nearly blinded by a drug or two; had my liver damaged, and suffered excruciating 24/7 pain and spasms.

I wish you could see the look on my face at this moment.  Bafflement pours from it, I’m sure.  I cannot believe we have slid so far downhill.  How can anyone be comfortable with causing so much pain and death?

Four or five years ago, I did have one moment of revenge.  I was on my way out from an unsatisfactory hospital stay.  The insurance clerk came to me to sign paperwork. 

“Sign here,” she said.

I cocked my head to the side and thought for just a moment.  “Let me get this straight.  You want me to sign a paper so you can get paid for what you did to me?”  I could see from the look on her face she knew what was coming.  “That would make me crazy, and I’m not crazy.  Bill me.”  I wheeled myself away from her.

Let’s get on with a replay of


I wrote it a few months ago.  It depicts much of what I went through.  Oh there’s more—much, much more, but I had reached my breaking point as to these people pretending to be doctors.

There is a tweak or two not in the original.  I’ve known people who have died at the hands of these people.  I’ve listened to distraught family members as they explained to me what they were talked in to doing to their loved ones.  I’ve talked to nurses with fear in their eyes.  The Evolution of my Understanding is complete and I’m more than mad now—I’m furious.



A Tale of 2 Kidneys and Mitochondrial DNA

Okay—so this is a pinch about kidneys and more about Mito DNA, but kidneys got me to this point—mine, that is.  Bear with me through my Tale which finally brought me to a discussion of Mitochondrial DNA.



22.2. The Kidneys and Osmoregulatory Organs

I don’t think they looked this bad yet—at least I certainly hope not, but they were on the trend.




I asked a PCP to refer me to a Nephrologist because my GFR number was in the 50s and my creatinine [and other test numbers] were trending in the wrong direction.  I knew this was indicative of Stage 3 kidney disease and I wanted to try and find a way to turn my numbers around.



[My Harvard-affiliated-institution PCP did not sound so SUUUURRRRRREEEEEEEE but I gave her the benefit of the doubt.]

Six months later, I asked her again.  She said,


Something was rotten in Denmark, and I did not want it to be me.  By now my kidneys were down to 50% and my Creatinine was out of whack.  I had been going to a Urologist who had expressed real concern and I knew I needed help.

I took the initiative and called a Harvard-affiliated-institution Nephrologist on my own.  I told them my numbers and was shocked at the response I heard from the receptionist who guarded the nephrologist’s office schedule,

“You aren’t bad enough yet,” she said.


I hung up the phone, my eyes blinking wildly and tried to understand what had happened to medical care.  I had declined a free-pass to medical school decades earlier and my illusions [or delusions] as to how I would have treated people were quite different.



I had always thought Medicine was a profession that helped people until I learned that in the USA, Nixon had passed an Act allowing Medicine to become profitable.  The minute I read about that Act the words

There’s No Profit in Healthy People,

sprung to mind.

Truer words were never spoken by this candidate for office

Medical Money AQ466

And here are a few people I never agree with—except on this show:

Cutting Through The Medical Money Games | Dr. Marty Makary (Author of The Price We Pay)



I sleuthed my way into why I was dying.  I had little time to spare.  Every time people held my gaze, I saw my grave reflected in people’s eyes.



I studied and studied and studied and researched and researched and researched until I learned pharmaceutical products were my nemesis and by association allopathic medicine. 

Toxic ingredients in pharmaceutical products often change and my body could no longer take them.  But MDs make money from those companies and insurances do not cover homeopathic medicine.  It’s apparent the pharmaceutical industry owns our health—what’s left of it.

[Yes, yes I know—you want to get to the Mitochondrial part.]

Many of you know vaccine products took out my family—that’s Mitochondrial DNA.  Because I passed my Mito down to my babies, they were just as susceptible as me.

There are tests. 

There are tests. 

There are tests. 

But today’s MDs won’t do them.  If we could have the tests many of us need, we could prove these toxins hurt us.  And these toxins are not just in the shots—they are laced throughout pharmaceutical product lines—with emulsifiers and things to even make sure they get into your brain.


vaccine guide

These shots are nothing more than toxic shots laced with viral particles to legitimize them as vaccines—and I firmly believe that’s true. I further assert that these shots have always been experimental and I do think they may be targeting Mitochondrial DNA clusters.

[An easy way to understand Mito DNA is it’s DNA that comes down all the way from your cavewoman grandmother. So whole lines and millions [perhaps even billions] can be wiped out if this is done.]

Nobody should be screwing with DNA, RNA or any chromosomal material. It’s the field I studied diligently for from my preteens on until I had to give it up to take care of my vaccine-induced brain-damaged toddler. I still know a whole hell of a lot more than most about genetics. I almost wish I didn’t.

The greatest danger from these genetic modifications will probably be autoimmune disease—ALS [think ice-bucket challenge] ASIA [which I have and is completely unacknowledged in the USA] and more…

The numbers could be huge—and the very people who diagnose it won’t, because they caused it and are part of the problem. It took almost 3 decades before they finally diagnosed me. 



And all the while, those people kept giving me the very shots that exacerbated my condition.  Go Figure…  They certainly aren’t my heroes.







To me, they are more like this.




The shots you’ve been told again and again are SafeAndEffecctive are not.  Since tests are available to show who cannot have any pharmaceutical products with these toxic items[including the shots], I can only conclude there is intentional targeting of Mitochondrial DNA clusters.  And since Mitochondrial DNA is required for life, many of us will die.

Deep maternal ancestry and mtDNA

Deep maternal ancestors: out of Africa into ice age Europe            

Mitochrondral Eve: the deep maternal ancestor of us all

Mitochondrial Eve – an update

Explorations by Colin Mathers

About Colin Mathers




Role of Mitochondrial Gene TFAM in The Progression of Renal Disease



On a Personal Note:

And as always–Click the link below to get your copy of The Nuremberg Code.

Just one more point, though…  Babies can’t consent—that means no one can consent for them. Take me for instance—would I rather they had never irradiated my arm when I was just weeks old?

Most definitely yes.

Click to access 2-2-the-nuremberg-code.pdf


Copyright February 2021 by Joyce Bowen

For Educational Use

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