I never thought I’d see this day. We never won WWII–we brought it home.
I sent part of this discussion to a scientist I know.
It was my goal as a child to enter the field of genetic research. I cut teeth on what there was back in the 60s/70s until my baby boy was vaccine-injured [and subsequently my second.]
I’ve read interesting papers on many things, but most recently genetics. My mind started to wander through the genetic diversity of “us.” The work of Christos A. Ouzounis comes to mind. I see his work as brilliant but scary. [You need to read between the lines to understand what can be done.]
I have antibodies to my DNA, so I wonder if I still have the DNA I was born with. In considering Shoenfeld’s work, does the adjuvant do nothing more than stimulate a more vigorous response of the immune system’s battle against altered DNA? [My elongating cervical lesion has stopped acting up since I stopped pharmaceutical products.]
‘ASIA’ – autoimmune/inflammatory syndrome induced by adjuvants
I’ve read and listened to Dr. Theresa Deischer. I love her description of birth as an immune response. It makes perfect sense. A piece written by her is here.
The shots are no longer masquerading as inoculants. They are genetic modification. Was this always their true intention?
We are genetically extraordinarily diverse. Is the goal of some in the scientific community to change that for most of us and has this been under experimentation for decades?
I’m not sure she’s right about the disease. It may have been Typhus. Joyce Bowen
It is, indeed, an insane world. I lost a tooth to this disaster yesterday. My dentist closed shop on the day of my appointment. Last year I had told her she should exit from the market. Suggested, maybe, precious metals.
Doctors are of the human species. Brave souls who take the risk of making decisions that may pit us against them. I always keep on mind my brothers and sisters are just as fallible as me. I’ve seen the frivolity of law drive up costs and drive up the profession’s need to protect itself. But it’s gone too far.
When the military trains its fighting men and women, I’ve heard it is impressed on them they need to take care of the person to their left and their right. It’s a psychology thing. They fight for each other—take care of each other. When they come home, it’s every man/woman for themselves. Is this the... Continue Reading →
Believe it or not, after I thought of this title, I realized it was catchy and did a search on it to see if it has been used elsewhere. It has. A doctor left her practice because she could no longer stand the fact that many people are dying because of medications that are being given. Her... Continue Reading →
I warn you, if you’re aging out and have a fall, it might not be the fall that kills you; it could be the care you receive. Should I call it care? Just don’t fall. It all Started here in The Saga of Cracks: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/11/17/1151/#more-1151 I just made it home on Friday after a stint... Continue Reading →
Yes—I’m back—sort of. It’s been a rough several months. I’m hoping it’s nearly over. I broke my damn foot in a pedicure bath—I got terribly ill—then I fell in the street. https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/11/17/1151 Over the last several months, I’ve learned that even Medicare leaves me out in the cold. I’ve been on Medicare since 2006 due to disability. I’ve had... Continue Reading →
Look painful? It is. I’d been sick for weeks. After I crawled out of that abyss, I regained confidence. Too much, I’d say. Remember that glorious feeling you get when the dimness of sickness leaves your body? I remember it, but it no longer touches me. Still—there is a glimmer. The memory touches me. But Multiple Sclerosis... Continue Reading →
