some reason modern medicine has itself turned a corner and entered
a darkness and is now committing crimes against humanity unequalled
in the history of our race."
--Dr. Mark Sircus
Alternative Cancer Treatments
by DIANNE JACOBS THOMPSON (under
1979 Around January of that year, I went
home to die.
I was diagnosed with stage 2 stomach cancer, chronic bronchitis,
acutely infected ovarian cysts, arthritis, sciatica, low thyroid,
anemia and a heart condition. Besides that I had chronic ear infections
and long-standing clinical depression. The late Dr.
Harold Dick, N.D., known as a "naturopathic oncology pioneer"
cured me in 5 weeks. It required the diagnosis (the Carroll
Food Test) of digestive enzyme
deficiency food intolerances which most people have and few
know about, and it also identified the primary tissue
salt deficiency, along with treatment with glandular
protomorphogens to restore glandular health, and Constitutional
Hydrotherapy to bring about detoxification, to stimulate blood
circulation and the activity of the vital organs and to jump-start
the immune system. It turned out to be the basic foundation of the
most successful healing system I've ever witnessed.
1986 My 5-year-old daughter was forcibly vaccinated
and immediately developed a flesh-eating
infection so virulent that my husband and I became infected
from contact. Naturopathic medicine brought us back from the brink.
Later that year
we were introduced to escharotic
cancer salves and treated a dog tumor, my husband's cirrhosis
of the liver, various skin lesions, moles, fungal infections, and
a lump in my thigh. It eventually
helped clear up the remaining symptoms from my husband's flesh-eating
infection after he was forced to submit to antibiotic treatment
which made a mess of it. There was much more, gallbladder
problems in 1999, adrenal
deficiency 2001, injury in 2002, arthritis,
diabetes, and other issues between
2003-2012, including glaucoma--cured.
why I research and write about alternative medicine. It's a debt.
treatments for cancer, chronic-degerative disease, infection, stress,
harmful emotions and other disorders and conditions;
junk science and bad medicine, including unsafe and ineffective vaccines
and undiagnosed medical conditions mimicking child abuse and Shaken Baby
site provides starting points. The rest of the journey must be yours.
"Truth wears no mask, seeks neither place nor
bows to no human shrine; she only asks a hearing"
HAROLD DICK, NATUROPATH & COL. MARK DANNEY. M.D.
Dr. Dick vs. Dr. Danney
Eulogy by Dr. Zeff
Carroll Food Test
2003 (The vaccination
story takes place in San Antonio, Texas, USA in 1986)
Sick to Death of
This part of my story started around 1979 after I progressively became
terribly ill over about a 3 year period. By "ill" I mean I went
home to die in my early thirties at a time when I had stage 2 stomach
cancer, ovarian cysts, chronic bronchitis, arthritis, sciatica, and a
heart condition caused by the acute raging infection in my ovaries that
was poisoning my entire system. After a long period of intense suffering
and sometimes unmanageable pain, the vague thought of death was comforting
and not unwelcome.
The last few days in wintry Spokane, Washington where
I lived and worked as a free-lance artist remain burned into my memory
like a white-hot acid engraving on stone. My income depended on my work
output, and it now took me 24 hours of working and sleeping for moments
at a time to produce an hour or two of product. The money was gone, and
so was the heating fuel. I had nothing left but electricity which hadn't
been turned off yet--they generously hesitated doing that in the middle
of winter when the bill hadn't been paid. Mine was about 2 months behind.
The only heat left came from my cooking stove, so I moved
a work table in by the oven, turned all the burners on and opened the
oven door. That's where I stayed most of the day and night, wrapped in
a blanket, trying to squeeze out just a little more effort, not ready
to give up. But the pain overwhelmed me and several times during the day
I went to take hot showers followed by cold ones, which I discovered made
me feel better for a while, and I sipped on homemade margaritas to remain
slightly anesthetized. Alcohol doesn't stop the pain--you just don't care
as much when slightly under the influence. I didn't over-indulge or it
would be gone too soon, but just "took the edge off" throughout
the day. Food was easy. My former companion of several years, whose own
over-indulgence ended our relationship had cooked extensively with eggs.
After a life-time aversion to eggs they began to taste good, to the point
where I was addicted and ate only an omelet or two during the day.
But, the alcohol was gone, the food was gone and there
was only the cash left for one last tank of gas. Something horrible clawed
at my stomach, fevers came and went, and the sciatic pain in my back and
legs made me understand why some sufferers chose suicide as a way to end
it. The same with the arthritic pain in my neck, shoulders and spine as
I tried to bend over my work for only a minute or two at a time. It wore
at me day and night until I was physically and mentally exhausted. Sometimes
I could barely breath--inhaling deeply caused pain--and I coughed up mucus
constantly. Finally, the fight was gone. Without much thought I started
gathering up what I couldn't leave behind and ended the struggle.
It was a polar bear kind of winter with high snow as I packed up what
I could in my aging Volkswagen when a fellow scrimshaw artist (engraved
fossil ivory--my trade at the time) who had never made any personal overtures
towards me in the past pulled into the driveway. I was busy preparing
to abandon everything I couldn't stuff in the car and head for my family's
empty house--they traveled in the winter--200 miles away where I would
at least find stored food and shelter I could no longer provide on my
own and told her so.
When my "colleague" of sorts learned I was
ill and unable to work she began talking about health problems of her
own that had been turned around by some "herb" doctor or something.
I'd had a bellyful of doctoring and wanted no more but deeply
ingrained rules of civility demanded politeness so I pretended to listen,
thanked her, and hurried on my way with my last few dollars in the gas
In a country house shrouded with fog, surrounded by snowbanks
and lying in desolate silence I parked myself in a recliner in the dark
for days and let sensory deprivation dull the pain in my body while my
thoughts expanded and filled the room and beyond. The rat-like thing gnawing
on my gut eased up some as though finally having its fill but still nibbled
and made its quieter presence known.
It came to me like a specter--"stomach cancer."
I might die horribly. I found that thinking a thing abstractly and facing
the reality of it were two entirely different matters. Strangely, during
that time period I felt less intensely ill in the quietness with simple
dried or frozen foods instead of the margaritas and omelets I had taken
to living on almost exclusively.
After a time my parents arrived home unnerved to find an estranged, adult
daughter had not only commandeered the house in their absence, but was
too ill to evict, creating a toxic environment like the Sartre short story
about 3 incompatible souls trapped in a single room in hell together.
Desperation, pain and some small spark of survival instinct literally
shoved me to my knees spiritually and physically (the old saying "there
are no atheists in a foxhole" comes to mind) and I ranted and raved
and demanded intervention from a Higher source. Strangely, a feeling of
peace came over me and I got the first night of sound sleep I'd had in
the last few miserable years which had seen my closest friend who was
also a cousin I grew up murdered, I joined the army (after his violent
death it was more accessible than the Foreign Legion) only to discover
that my recruiter lied about everything to get me--his only college graduate--to
sign up, and following after that, my long-time companion, a brilliant
Vietnamese professor of linguistics who kept me going with acupressure
and Oriental medicine after I became ill, became so obviously alcoholic
(I just hadn't seen it clearly in the beginning) that I couldn't remain
with him and I found myself alone in the world and desperately ill. Or
so I thought.
A Different Kind of Doctor
The next morning I overheard a phone call between my mother and
Laura Jones, one of her closest friends, discussing the exploratory surgery
that had just been cancelled for the other woman's daughter because they
found a doctor who correctly diagnosed the cause of her mysterious health
problems. It was like a jolt of electricity hit--the hair on my arms stood
up. I asked her to call the woman back and get the doctor's name. And
of course...it was the "herb" doctor a temporary angel showed
up to tell me about in the ice and snow 200 miles away. In that moment,
my life "turned on a dime"...not the first nor last time that
was to happen.
After being diagnosed with digestive enzyme deficiency food intolerances--the
foods I had become addicted to--and healed by a protocol I'd never seen
before almost miraculously in 5 weeks, I went away and tried to get on
with life but returned to his clinic in 1981 with a new husband and 6-mouth-old
baby in tow, determined to understand the “miracle” in terms
I could explain to others. A debt of gratitude burned like a fire in my
belly--it needed to be quenched.
Learning About Naturopathic Healing
I spent 2 ½ years at his clinic while he mentored me as
a lay person, studying his methods and naturopathic
principles in general. I soon realized my focus--the laws
of nature and how to work with them instead of against them, as many medical
treatments do. For example, most patients want a "feel better
faster" pill or potion, whom allopaths (medical doctors) accommodate
by medicating to stop symptoms. In doing so, they "mask" symptoms
by suppressing the immune system. That can push an acute condition into
a chronic state--a stage of disease that is difficult if not impossible
to treat by conventional medical treatment geared for "management,"
Off To Write a Book
In 1986, I made plans to go to San Antonio, Texas, to work with
a former schoolmate I'd run into at a class reunion--a computer expert
with organizational skills--who was interested in my research and wanted
to collaborate on a book with me. He ran the computer department on a
military base, but when we arrived and contacted him, he was in the middle
of something hush-hush that had him tied up. Even getting on the base
where he worked was difficult, though we were military too. I put the
pieces together later and realized that he was busy sending secret arms
to Iran, which shipped out of that base (Kelly), so that left us at odds,
with my whole purpose for being there derailed. My retired military husband
agreed to the move because he found a technical school there where he
could use his GI Bill and a tuition grant, so I was left to find a job
and went looking to put my daughter Michelle in kindergarten so I could
get something done.
The Vaccination Dilemma
My family had a history of vaccination disasters. During World War 11,
my father got yellow fever from the vaccine. An infant niece had her baby
shots and had a terrible reaction that continued until she was taken to
Dr. Dick. My brother's wife was so stressed dealing with this constantly
crying child that the skin peeled off her hands, and the family cancelled
plans for another baby. A nephew got measles from a measles vaccine. And
me--I had a horror of vaccinations that went beyond fearing the prick
of a needle as a child. I belonged to that first cohort of 8-9 year old
guinea pigs herded like sheep into mass vaccination events in our school
gymnasiums. After the first or second shot, I started tearing up my parent-signed
permission slips and hiding in these enclosed coat closets they used to
have at the back of a classroom, or in a toilet stall standing on the
seat while the other children went single-file docilely out to the gymnasium.
Needles at the dentist didn't bother me but there was something about
this whole scenario that provoked such horror and loathing in me that
my normally shy nature was emboldened uncharacteristically at the time.
I was never well after whatever shots I had, although I know the first
was polio, and I remember taking the oral dose later on. Of
course I was better off than the two kids in my age group at school who
died of leukemia that same year. One of them was a playmate.
The Poisoned Needle
The late, great doctor Robert Mendelssohn, M.D., author of the best-selling
book “Confessions of a Medical Heretic,” was in the
vaccine labs at the time the Salk vaccine was in production, and described
scientists there as “running around like chickens with their heads
cut off” because they knew the vaccine was contaminated with a leukemia
virus of animal origin. They ended up keeping their mouths shut and using
it anyway, vaccinating the least susceptible age group (mine) at the tail
end of a waning epidemic—the third one in the twentieth century--which
was already nearly ended as such epidemics invariably do.
Before compulsory mass vaccinations around 1955, childhood
leukemia was an almost unknown disease. After the mass vaccination program,
leukemia became one of the top 10 killer diseases of children. And a leukemia
virus wasn’t the only contaminant in the famous monkey kidney cell-based
vaccine. It harbored a nightmare directory of up-and-coming microbial
contaminants--SV40, Epstein-Barr, and many others. At the same time, auto-immune
and neurological diseases started showing up in larger numbers.
SV40 (Simian Virus 40) proved to be extra-special. It later gave birth
to the entire field of recombinant virology, in
which men in white coats got to play GOD and piece together all new viral
tribes--Frankenviruses. That created a new era in germ warfare
at the same time. Sometimes they created viral monsters for fun,
"to see just how bad BAD can be" one scientist admitted. Certain
confiscated documents suggest that a virus was requested that exactly
matches the description of HIV, the imperfectly purified and questionably
isolated virus whose primary component, genetically speaking thought to
be of a 60-70% homology to a bad simian virus, came from the same monkeys
used to make vaccines. However, direct infection from the monkeys (via
bites, eating the meat, having sex with monkeys, etc.) was a carefully
planted lie. Man and monkey co-existed since the beginning of time without
transmission of SIV (Simian Immunodeficiency Virus) which supposedly evolved
magically into a humanized variety. Not so. It had to be altered, added
on to by recombination events, and adapted to human physiology first ...which
can theoretically happen naturally in the process of vaccine production,
or unnaturally in a test tube.
SV40 is called a 'naked virus." It lacks the outer
coating which allows a virus to enter only those cells it has an affinity
to. Instead, this nightmare entity can penetrate virtually any cell, and
carry other viruses piggyback with it. Put it in a petri dish with two
unlike viruses, and it allows them to recombine in whatever cells are
used in the experiment, and viola!--a new tribe of viruses is created,
often far more dangerous than the parent viruses. The same thing can happen
inside the human cellular genome, and whole generations of children were
injected with this monstrosity, may still be harboring it and passing
it on. The virus was discovered in the stool of children after the polio
vaccination campaigns and reported in a European medical journal, after
which all references to the virus were removed from public sources. Read
the fascinating story of this discovery, HIV--Immunization-Related
Syndrome, by Dr. Eva Lee Sneed, M.D. in the magazine
Health Freedom News.
I later wrote a 40-page report (which included 7 pages
of references) based on all of the information several key researchers
couldn't get published but had available, made 40 copies and sent them
around the country. One copy went to Dr.
Buttram, who sent me one in return. I gave the last copy
to someone for safekeeping, who lost it. It was a messy job done on a
manual typewriter, embarrassing to think about now, but the content was
explosive! A couple of contacts responded positively, Such as the new
show"60 Minutes" but my PO Box got shut down (I ran out of money),
so I'll never know if they contacted back or not. Other responses were
horrendous. One report, along with copies of several pieces of reference
material from medical and science journals went to former First Lady Rosalyn
Carter, the figurehead for the national vaccination campaign "Every
Child By Two" had an unexpected result. The U.S. Secret Service made
a few calls, and it turned out they weren't even told why. They thought
I was a terrorist or someone "of interest" who had an FBI file
with the same last name and first initials, which was how I sign the package.
The final conversation with agent Neil Goodman, in my home district, was
almost funny as I tried to convince him a was not the MAN in question,
but entirely female, to which he responded, "Have you had a sex change
operation?" --I do have a low voice. But somehow the "humor"
of pushed me into a depression so dark and deep that it required 5 weeks
of hypnotherapy with a psychologist before I could function again.
Another copy went to The Rev. Hanna Kroeger, RN, of Bolder,
Colorado, something of a natural healing sensation in certain circles
who was both a tireless researcher chasing down information world-wide,
but also a mystic who put together a multi-pronged approach to healing
AIDS with something that stripped the coat off of "the simian virus"
and the bovine-visna virus (she ignored the HIV theory), and something
else that then destroyed them, treated parasites, chemical toxins, and
other components of AIDS that she saw as co-factors, including a tea that
neutralized the effects of fluoridated water, which she said contributed
to immune "paralysis" according to the symposium tape I had
purchased of a presentation she gave.She claimed to have achieved seroconversion,
and she also spoke of curing cancer patients with the Budwig protocol
of seed oil mixed with sulphurated proteins to make the omega 3 oils water
soluble. When she received my report, she sent me a two-page letter inviting
me to come and stay with her and learn how to use the treatment for AIDS
patients. I wanted desperately to go, but had an alcoholic husband, a
young child, and no money to even make the trip if I found someone I could
trust with Michelle. By the time I could, she had passed away.
Vaccination Adverse Effects
One of my closest friends almost died from a tetanus shot. Even the expensive
family hunting dogs my dad bought one year developed tumors and cancer
soon after being vaccinated, and both died in spite of surgery. I also
found out later through research that the devastating animal disease epidemic
of parvo started from contaminated animal vaccines although the
scientific monograph I found buried deep somewhere didn't mention which
one. If someone wanted to research the issue, they could take a look at
when this epidemic started worldwide and find out which new vaccine had
been introduced or an old one changed just prior to the simultaneous outbreak
of the disease.
Part of my problems post-vaccination may have been digestive enzyme deficiency
food intolerances, but the general properties of vaccinations that over-stimulate
and over-tax the immune system may also (or may not) have worsened the
intolerances, although these are not the same as immune-mediated allergies.
Low thyroid (hypothyroidism), learning disabilities, autism, behavior
disorders and auto-immune diseases, in particular, link directly to the
practice of vaccination, according to recent research and theories. I
was indeed anemic and hypothyroid as a child, and not cured of either
until Dr. Dick treated me. In fact, the treatment for anemia made me ill,
and the thyroid meds I was told I had to continue for life did nothing
to help the symptoms.
Too Little Information
When I started doing research, I quickly learned that the subject of vaccination
dangers had a long history, little of which ever saw the light of day
as far as the general public went. It was hard to find information. Dr.
Dick was vehemently opposed to vaccination, but I wasn’t clear on
the specifics, other than they were a source of toxic poisoning, and that
the supposed immunity gained from forced antibody response didn’t
work the way people thought. I followed his direction and avoided
the childhood vaccination guidelines. My daughter thrived—as long
as I carefully kept her on the food intolerance-free diet we all followed
individually. She had such a powerful immune system that no infection
even got a handle on her, no matter what she was exposed to, or what injury
occurred. All around me I saw children with ear infections and ear tubes,
fussy, sickly, behavior disorders, learning problems, and runny noses.
With mine, super nutrition and the right foods produced a physically beautiful,
healthy, highly intelligent human being—I saw Dr. Dick’s principles
and practices produce splendid results in my own child.
The Rare Unvaccinated Child In Texas
at age 5 Michelle moved with us to the state of Texas—the most pro-medical,
anti “alt med” place in the country, as far as I could tell
at the time, and vaccination-obsessed. I found out immediately no one
in public service would take an unvaccinated child. My retired military
husband couldn’t even leave her for an hour in the base daycare
so we could shop alone. They were so stringent and obsessive on the base
that officers came through almost hourly to make certain every child there
had vaccine records on file. So, no daycare, no pre-schools, no kindergarten
public or private would take her. My only hope was to find a babysitter,
and we knew no one in the neighborhood.
We looked into churches, since the state did allow religious
exemptions, but only from a couple of churches, and they seemed to have
their own schools. We contacted them, but it required a long period before
membership was even allowed, which didn't help the situation. At that
time I wrote to a well-known writer/researcher in the area of naturopathic
medicine, Dr. Eleanor McBean, who wrote a book VACCINATION CONDEMNED.
I hoped she could give me some advice about getting my child into
school without the shots.
A short time after writing, we went to the Lackland Air
Force Base for groceries when daughter Michelle, being rambunctious as
usual, ran ahead and jumped up on the edge of a raised flower bed "walking
the plank" when she fell in and cut her neck on a raised plastic
sprinkler pipe. It was just a superficial flesh wound no more than skin
deep, but the way the skin on the neck stretches, it immediately made
a large gaping wound so we had to rush her to the hospital, and then wait
for a plastic surgeon to do the stitching.
They fired "The Shot", Like It Or Not
They cleaned and disinfected the opening, which was just the skin layer.
Then they informed us they were going to give her a tetanus shot.
We explained it was "against our beliefs" and they backed up
a step ...until a doctor started asking me questions about our "church."
He pushed until I finally felt compelled to explain that it wasn't our
"religious" beliefs, but the type of medicine we followed--naturopathy,
which he knew nothing about and later refereed to as "cult medicine."
That's when it hit the fan and all hell broke loose!
To make matters worse, there were speakers all over the
hospital transmitting the news that two people in San Antonio were down
at the time with tetanus. It came out later that one or both had been
vaccinated, and one of them developed lockjaw with no discernible cause--no
external injury whatsoever, but that didn't help us at the time.
The next thing I knew, I was surrounded by a room full
of people in white coats--they slunk in like albino hyenas and were just
suddenly there it seemed, circling, attacking me from all sides about
how I was risking my child's life by not allowing them to vaccinate her.
I'm still not sure how it happened, but they were in my face and injecting
her at the same time. Vaccine
age 5, final stage of recovery from the flesh-eating Strept A +
Fevers, Screaming, and Skin Sores
That same evening, my child who had never had a childhood illness or even
a cold or infected cut or scratch became very ill with a fever. Then the
screaming started. Then the sores came on. The first blister popped out
on the instep of her foot and looked like half of a striped green grape
pushing through the skin. The pain was so unbearable we had to carry her
screaming to the bathroom because she couldn't walk. I knew immediately
that she was having a vaccine reaction. I knew just enough to recognize
the symptoms that began with intermittent fever, the crying, "high-pitched
cry" in babies or "screaming syndrome" in older children
and skin sores were long known as the best-documented sequelae of vaccination
on record. No way was I going to take her back to the hospital that forced
this on her, so we were alone.
Blisters Become Rotting Flesh
Michelle broke out with a dozen blisters that opened up into necrotic
abscesses in varying sizes. The sores spread out and became black, thickly
crusted lesions at first, but changed in appearance over the days. More
frightening, they smelled like rotten, decaying fish. After the first
sore, I gave her a hydrotherapy treatment,
which took away the pain by the time the treatment was over, and continued
to give them, as well as making her body more alkaline with fruits and
vegetables, but the decaying flesh smell terrified me, and the
following night I held her and railed at God, begged, pleaded and bartered
for my life to be taken instead of hers, as parents have always done in
times of crisis.
A single word came to me. VINEGAR. I then recalled that apple cider vinegar
is approximately the same pH as healthy skin (it should have been diluted
3:1 with water, but I didn't know that much) and immediately sponged Michelle
with vinegar. The smell of decay was gone overnight.
It became obvious within a short time that my daughter's
illness had quickly peaked and was getting better. She still had spiking
fevers every day, but for shorter periods and lower temperatures. The
high-pitched screaming episodes--something would set her off and she would
suddenly become uncontrollably and inconsolably hysterical--lasted for
over six months, but declined in frequency. Vaccine poisons have an affinity
for the outer covering of nerves in the brain (myelin sheaths), which
may explain many of the mental symptoms and disorders that often follow
vaccination. Other than that, her terrible sores were slowly but visibly
Recovery and Recriminations
When she looked better, about 10 days after the vaccination, I finally
took Michelle back to the hospital to show them their handiwork and to
demand a medical exemption from vaccinations so there would be no repeat
of what had just happened, and I could get her into school.
These photos were taken near recovery, not in the beginning
when they looked far worse.
If I thought it hit the fan before, I was unprepared
for the reaction when they saw my daughter. "Freaked out" best
describes their reaction. We had gotten hold of Dr. Dick back home, and
had been following his directions, which started out with, "Whatever
you do, don't let them give her antibiotics." His first response
had been "Damn shots!"
Of course, they immediately wanted to put Michelle in the
hospital and start a course of antibiotics. In fact,
they informed me in no uncertain terms that SHE
WOULD DIE without antibiotics. No two ways about it. Good
thing I had already been in contact with my own doctor.
I was reminded of meeting one of Dr. Dick's former patients
in the waiting room while going for my own treatments. This is hard to
believe in this day and age, but the woman had come to Dr. Dick with an
unusual infection that he sent to a medical lab to have cultured. She
had Bubonic Plague. (I believe she had been bitten by a rat.)
The health authorities panicked and sent him antibiotics to use on her,
which he tossed out. He treated her his own way. She survived. He
found out later she was one of 8 people who contracted the plague in Spokane
during a certain period...and the only one who survived.
Antibiotics have an occasional beneficial use in a case
of severe, acute, life-threatening bacterial infection, but devastate
the immune system and often just suppress infections without healing them,
as well as creating "super bugs." Bacteria are nature's "undertakers."
They help break down clean up diseased and dead cellular material, filth
and toxic materials in the body. Without bacteria, the floor of the earth
would be littered with dead bodies. Their function is to break down and
remove refuse. They don't exist in a place without reason, and cause problems
only in that as they consume dead or dying materials, they at the same
time excrete wastes that can be toxic to us, as well as containing toxic
elements in their own constructs. The problem is that killing bacteria
(bacterial are plant-like structures, not "bugs") resembles
"swatting flies on a pile of manure" as Dr. Dick used to say.
You can kill the flies, but as long as the pile of manure is there, it
will breed more and continue to poison its environment. The problem originates
with the manure, not the flies, although during this process bacteria
can also pose a threat. Detoxify the body properly and apply scientifically
sound principles of first maintaining health and then healing a sick body,
and there will be no "fertile soil" in which to breed more infection
or disease. Also, killing bacteria creates a second set of products when
toxins are released.
On The Run
They didn't even ask us, they told
us we either surrendered our daughter or they would contact the legal
authorities and have her taken away from us and we would be off to jail.
They sent for someone high up in pediatrics, who breezed in, assumed we
had been intimidated into submission, and left to go get the room and
treatment arranged. For a moment we were then left alone in the
treatment room. I grabbed Shell's hand and we ran for it! The
windowless hallways acted like a maze, and in the panic we ran in circles,
and actually bumped right into the returning physician. I told him I was
looking for my husband, who stayed in a waiting room, and that we would
return with him. We finally found him and made a run for it out of the
hospital. We didn't dare go home where they would obviously have the authorities
waiting for us, so we drove around until midnight until exhaustion, disgust,
and rebellion finally took it's toll and we went home.
Vaccination Condemned: The Book
As we neared the house, I saw a big package in the mailbox. It was a copy
of Vaccination Condemned, sent as a gift by the author, along
with a long letter of sympathy and suggestions. I spent the rest
of the night up reading--arming myself with the kind of information that
would have filled any caring parent with such horror and fear that I knew
instinctively that most people would rather deny the facts than ever,
ever accept the possibility that such things existed in the world of medicine.
It left me shaken, but shored up with strength from some source. I knew
they would be coming for us soon, and I was ready.
They Come For Us: Police Escort
The police and a CPS agent arrived at 8:00am the next morning and drove
us to Wilford Hall at Lackland Air Force Base Hospital. It was Saturday,
but the head of pediatrics himself, Col. Mark Danney, M.D., was
coming in to meet with us, to culture the sores and see what they were
What I haven't mentioned so far is that by the time we
were driven to the pediatric hospital, my husband and I were both infected
ourselves. We had been immune to illness and infection for so long, the
thought of being "caught" by a dangerous communicable infection
hadn't even occurred to us. I was dressing Michelle's sores when our cat
grabbed Ted's toe from under the bed while he was putting socks on, and
he called me over to look at his "wound." Without thinking,
I went straight from a weeping sore to an open scratch with my unwashed
hands, just like in the disastrous days of medicine before doctors knew
to wash their hands between patients. He became infected, and then spread
it to every scratch, insect bite, and hangnail on his body. We were being
eaten alive by texas-sized mosquitoes, so the bites were a major problem.
Ted and I both had around a dozen points of infection, but our focus was
on our daughter, and we saw that she was recovering, so it wasn't a big
Mark Danney, MD
He explained that it was necessary to culture the infection to identify
it. He thought it might either be a Staph infection or the far more deadly
Strept A bacterial infection, but after talking to him at great length
about our background and what I was doing, including much discussion about
the mechanics of the immune system, the effects of antibiotics, my contact
with my own physician and much information about the dangers of vaccination,
the doctor agreed that if the infection was "just Staph", he
would allow us to continue the home treatment without interference, but
if it was the more serious infection, he had to put Michelle into the
hospital for treatment, particularly since the state authorities and police
had been called in.
I could sense the good doctor's hesitation now--he had
found me more knowledgeable
than expected, and my daughter far less ill than she should have been.
In fact, she didn't seem ill at all now. She just had these ugly crusted
sores that were no longer even red and inflamed and were obviously beginning
Memorial Day Weekend
That was at the beginning of an extended weekend for Memorial Day. The
lab techs were gone and then way behind in their work so it took days
for the results to come back. That was the longest wait of my life. Meanwhile,
I found out later that Col. Danney had called Dr. Dick at home in Spokane
and had several lengthy conversations about the situation, and about medicine
in general, it turns out.
we went back in to get the results, Michelle had one last fever, and when
it broke she seemed to be over the last of the most direct effects of
the infection. The sores started scabbing over normally that same day,
and she was so visibly on the mend that no one could have disputed the
It turned out we had the absolute worst-case scenario--a
combined infection--Staph and Strept A,
the flesh-eating bacteria that has killed many people,
including victims of vaccine poisoning who have many times succumbed to
or been disfigured by the work of Strept A which evolves into Necrotising
It was the worst situation both legally and medically,
now complicated by the fact that my daughter had inconsiderately
recovered in a matter of days with no medical intervention, and no apparent
complications from the infection doctors said would kill her without antibiotics.
Col. Danney was in a predicament, because the "wheels
were already in motion" as he said, and the state was just waiting
along with us for the lab results to come back. At the same time, he could
see she was close to a full recovery.
Dr. Danney and Dr. Dick
I asked him to cover for us long enough to get out of the state, which
he agreed to do--with relief, I think--as long as we promised to go straight
to Dr. Dick. Then he made an extraordinary admission. He said I was the
"best informed lay person he had ever met" (I joked
that he "needed to get out of the hospital more often") and
that because of his conversations with Dr. Dick he "would be
a better doctor." He agreed that conventional medicine was and
needed to be moving in the direction of naturopathic medicine, but that
"change comes slowly". After days of slowly easing
animosity, we parted in peace.
Harold Dick, N.D
We Flee The State In The Dark of Night
Then came the upheaval. Ted had to quit school, and later had to pay back
the tuition he had covered by a grant because he didn't finish, we had
to pack up in a rush, abandon furniture and everything but necessities
behind, and head for Washington State at night. Dr. Dick saw Michelle,
pronounced her quite well, and we tried to go back to our lives--starting
from scratch--which soon bottomed out.
Ted became depressed over the ordeal and drank heavily,
ignored home treatment and what he needed to do. The infection spread
until he was in real trouble. He got arrested and ordered into rehab.
As a retired veteran (Coast Guard) he had the option of going to the veteran's
hospital, which he did, only to be thrown immediately into isolation and
forced to take heavy antibiotic treatment. The infected tissues dried
up, but left knotty, gnarled tissue and a lung infection--probably a fungal
infection from the antibiotics. It took several years to resolve all of
this, including using escharotic
cancer salves, which somehow resulted in the tissues softening
up and feeling normal again.
had the worst health and suffered the most severe infection in the
family. Strangely, we each had 12 areas of infection. His began with
a cat scratch I infected and moved on to mosquito bites, a hangnail,
and spread from there. One infected area involved his whole left leg
which swelled up to at least 1 1/2 times its normal size, another
covered most of his stomach and chest. He went into alcohol
rehab at the Veteran's hospital, they threw him into isolation/quarantine
and compelled him to be treated medically. His overall health from
the naturopathic regimen may be what protected him from progression
into necrotising fasciitis, but the antibiotics caused horrific damage.
(The strange coloring on his hand is just light through
A Family In Crisis and "Gutting It Out"
We separated when Ted got out of the Vet's hospital--his arrest involved
"domestic violence"(a threat only) and I was alone with my daughter
for a long time, destitute, and had no one to give me hydrotherapy
so I had to resort to hot and cold showers, whatever food I could afford
to work on alkalizing my system, and just wait it out. The pain was indescribable,
but it passed in a couple of months with nothing but water treatments
and alkaline-forming foods which make an inhospitable terrain for harmful
bacteria, in fact, can cause them to mutate into harmless microbes (according
to research done clear back in 1914 by a Dr. Rosenow who worked for what
later became the Mayo clinic). I wouldn't suggest anyone else "gut
it out" like that. It was a potentially life-threatening infection
and under different circumstances, I would have been gratefully under
my naturopathic doctor's care, but he was 200 miles away and I couldn't
afford even the modest cost of his treatments and certainly not housing.
As for Michelle, we were able to get her into kindergarten
in our little home town soon after returning to Washington State, which
allows personal exemptions...at least in those schools in compliance with
state law. However, many schools still try to bully the parents and
threaten to deny attendance to an unvaccinated child regardless of the
law. We reconciled and moved to Spokane a year later, and the school nurse
went ballistic and said Michelle would be removed from school in two weeks
if not vaccinated by that time...in spite of state law allowing personal
exemptions from vaccination. We had no resources, nor the heart to fight
this, so she and I went back home to Yakima Valley, while her father stayed
on in technical school, trying once again to complete a technical course
without some crisis getting in the way. (He didn't finish there either.
Something did come up.)
Later, when I started teaching part time, I had a teenaged
male student in class required to be in sight of an attendant at all times
because he was a convicted felony sex offender. The irony struck me--we
were forced to tolerate a dangerous and potentially violent child molester
in our midst, but my 5-year-old child was denied an education in the state
of Texas and in another area of her own state because we chose not to
be bullied ever again into submitting to something that was against our
beliefs philosophically, medically, and even spiritually even before we
experienced the kind of vaccine "injury" that can happen to
anyone, at any time.
12-25-03: The Next, Better-Prepared
Generation Slugs It Out
Now Michelle is back in Spokane with her own family, and her 4-year-old
daughter Sierra Laverty
has been denied access to numerous pre-schools because of her unvaccinated
status. "The state" got involved and have threatened to turn
her in to CPS (Child Protection Service) for "child abuse" or
whatever charge a hostile, uninformed agent can come up with--one who
thinks a licensed naturopathic physician
"isn't a 'real' doctor." She canceled Christmas with us this
year. They just moved to Spokane and still have much to do, so they are
cleaning and organizing because they know CPS may be showing up and will
certainly be looking for any reason to take Sierra away from the family
and forcibly vaccinate her, which could kill her. Two years ago, Sierra
developed meningococcal disease of the brain and spinal cord and almost
died. The attending physician (medical) admitted that the congestion in
her lungs from a food allergy reaction (other relatives ignored our instructions
and fed her foods that she was intolerant of) provided the breeding ground
for the infection. I asked the doctor to check her pH level (with a saliva
strip--litmus paper), and he looked at me like I was crazy. When I asked
about checking it myself, he couldn't even tell me where to get a pH strip
in the hospital, although he suggested that "maybe" the department
of urology might have something. I asked because I knew that harmful bacteria
can't live in a properly alkaline internal environment (terrain),
but the concept of "proper acid/alkaline balance" --which affects
every cell in the body--was apparently unknown to him.
The Germ Theory of Disease vs Terrain
These kind of germs don't need to be "caught" from another person.
They are commonly present in many people, but need a toxic "terrain"
in which to feed and take on virulent characteristics and fester. Even
Louis Pasteur on his deathbed reportedly admitted his error in the misguided
"germ theory of disease" (stolen and misinterpreted from Antoine
Bechamp's work) and confessed he understood that the terrain in which
germs live are the deciding factor of disease, not the mere presence of
In this case with a life-threatening bacterial infection
and no time to consult with anyone else late at night we agreed to immediate
conventional medical treatment (with only a moment of hesitation), which
meant massive doses of antibiotics. Unfortunately, antibiotics can leave
a person with a severely impaired immune system, which appears to be the
case. Besides having food allergies, which if injected directly into the
bloodstream by way of shots or IV solutions (some dextrose drips come
from potatoes, which she is severely allergic to) could do grievous harm.
Also, an immuno-compromised child should never be vaccinated and even
the vaccine package inserts warn against this. We are working on raising
her pH level and strengthening her immune system. That will give her far
better immunity to any and all disease processes than her peer group.
Vaccinations WEAKEN the immune system by forcing antibody response to
specific antigens, which doesn't reliably confer immunity and statistically-speaking
increases the outbreak of the disease vaccinated against, and in the process,
severely over-taxes the overall defenses of the body.
Our Banned Baby Girl: Granddaughter
So ...Sierra, who was using a computer at 2 and is beginning to read and
write at 4--is banned from most learning institutions regardless of state
law allowing her mother the right to choose in the matter of vaccination.
It's a paradox. If "they" believe that vaccinations actually
from disease (in spite of statistical evidence to the contrary), what
threat to others would an unvaccinated child be? If the child got sick,
supposedly the other children would have nothing to fear. And if they
were truly immune, why would they get sick and pose a threat to the child?
In fact, the measles and whooping cough going around usually occur in
vaccinated children, and such has always been the case. The same with
polio. Most if not all American cases are now caused by the vaccine itself.
In case of an epidemic in the school, the law demands that the unvaccinated
child to be sent home until the epidemic has passed, but that would leave
only vaccinated children and why would there be an epidemic among them,
if they were immune? It appears no one thinks these things out.
2004 update: The Lion Roars
Tonight--A Mother Protects Her Young
Michelle finally found a pre-school which agreed to take Sierra in compliance
with State law--a signed vaccination exemption form (but they also wanted
a note from her naturopathic physician). This fall comes the real test--kindergarten.
Will there or will there not be a battle? --that's the question.
Also, Michelle handled the "hostile case-worker"
problem by going to the supervisor and threatening legal action.
The supervisor reviewed Michelle's record clear back to childhood (how,
I don't know) and found in her favor. The caseworker was severely reprimanded
and then replaced.
The answer seems very clear on the question of why there might be an epidemic
among vaccinated children. Vaccines
do not and have never insured
immunity from disease, from the very beginning. A measurable antibody
titer is not the same thing as proven immunity. Go to http://www.vaclib.org/news/smallpoxalert.htm
for one of the best overviews of vaccine history on the internet that
I have found so far. But be prepared to be shocked and horrified at how
the people of this nation and the world at large have been victimized
and deceived by one of the most diabolical creations of "revisionist"
history ever contrived! Why? --inconceivably immense profits, of course,
along with an on-going plot to hide liability and failure.
Vaccination: A Backwoods Superstition
The whole practice of modern vaccination is based on an ignorant but profitable
superstition that getting cowpox from a cow used to protect milkmaids
from smallpox. Cowpox was an infection often caused by milkers with syphilis,
and had no relationship to smallpox. The first people vaccinated with
coxpox repeatedly and experimentally died young from vaccine-related tuberculosis,
including smallpox vaccinationist Edward Jenner's son. (Jenner claimed
to be a physician, but actually bought his "degree" from a medical
paper mill). Afterwards, the vaccine failed miserably to stop smallpox
and the incidence of smallpox increased dramatically within the vaccinated
population, as documented in many statistical tables, books and reports
written at the time, including Dr. Edgar Crookshank's book, The History
and Pathology of Vaccination, written in the 1800's during the time
of the British epidemics by a renowned doctor/researcher.
Surveyors Know: Improved
Sanitation, Water Supplies, Waste Disposal and Food Handling
If you want the truth about how modern childhood diseases were eradicated,
ask any licensed surveyor. They know the development of modern sanitation,
sewage disposal systems, and distribution of food and water--designed
by surveyors and civil engineers--finally brought an end to these and
other so-called contagious "filth" diseases.
All vaccines were developed at
the end of an epidemic of the targeted disease, after which outbreaks
of disease often increased--up to 3-400% in some states
which released their records according to government sources as documented
by Dr. Eleanor McBean--before they died back down, as epidemics always
do. Outbreaks after mass vaccination campaigns occur primarily in vaccinated
individuals, which is verified by official records. Industrialized countries
without compulsory vaccination laws had far better results, according
to worldwide statistical information. Epidemics came, peaked, and waned
regardless of the vaccination status of any country, except that compulsory
vaccination appears to have increased the incidence of disease immediately
after mass vaccination programs, and did nothing to hasten the end of
epidemics world-wide. See Graphs.
As old contagious childhood diseases
faded away under conditions of better sanitation, auto-immune diseases,
chronic-degenerative diseases, mental and emotional disorders, cancer,
learning and behavior disabilities, birth defects, and a "Pandora's
Box" of other "modern" afflictions have taken their place
simultaneously, but not coincidentally.
Granddaughter Sierra's Dad &
Half-Sister "Baby Casey"--
Another Vaccination Nightmare We have Yet to Awaken From (
--separate site) http://legaljustice4john.com
"Man, proud man, wrapped up in
little brief authority, plays such fantastic tricks before High Heaven,
as make the Angels weep."— Shakespeare
Flesh Eating Group A Streptococcus
What Strept A Looks Like in Other People
The people in the following photos are lucky
to be alive and most are grateful to their doctors, as well they
should be since they had no other options. We are the luckier ones
who did have options. The photos on this page below and
the next one show the difference between flesh-eating bacterial
infections treated medically and those treated with natural healing
methods, at least in the case of my daughter and I, and eventually
my husband. I believe his healthy diet saved him.
"There but for the grace of God go I"
Flesh Eating Group A Streptococcus progression --necrotising
NEXT: Eulogy (in the Dr. Dick
Thompson Est. 2003
The Misdiagnosis of
"Shaken Baby Syndrome" --an unproven theory without scientific
support, now in disrepute and wreaking legal and medical havoc world-wide
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