This man beat cancer but lost his mind in the process
Losing my mind was the cure to cancer.
I was a schizophrenic. I literally broke my mind. When that happened, I received a bunch of light. It was too much. I could not conceptualize all of it.
Western Medicine speeds up the processing speed of the brain, or the conceptualization of the new light(information) that was received.
Cannabis slows down the processing speed.
I broke my brain in March of 2017. That was when I externalized my suppressions and confessed my lying, cheating, and all other wrong doings to the love of my life. That is why I had cancer. It took energy to hold in all of my lies to the purest human I had ever met. I will keep it all the way 100 with you NT... I went crazy.
If I said anything before and I was tripping, I sincerly apoogize(some stuff I still stand by... irrelevant to this conversation)
For the next 14 months, I lived in Los Angeles.
I went to the beach, walked, played basketball, worked out, hung out, and did whatever I wanted to do. My daughters mom (GOD BLESS HER) held me down while I got it together. I even met benballer at The Grove lol.
In between my healing activity, I started writing. I started journaling. I kept thinking. I kept smoking weed.
After a while, all of the new information that my brain received started to make sense. I was able to conceptualize it.
After I a while, I began to explain and articulate my experieince.
I intuitively knew when I confessed to my girlfriend that I had healed. I just didn't know how.
It took me 14 months, but I really did figure out how I healed.
That is when I released my book, and things started to get weird.
I go on other internet forums, which are like the equivalent of "CANCER NT" if ther was such a thing. I documented my story from the beginning. I documented myself looking BAD. I did that on these other forums too. Fast forward to me getting better. I am in LA chilling, smoking weed, and talking TALL easct cost ISH about how I publish a book talking about the cure to cancer. I did not have enough humility. I could have handled that better.
I started having random ambiguous strangers come up to me... giving me hand signals to be quiet, telling me to be quiet, up to telling me "don't end up being an Abe Lincoln." These were NOT delusions. These were real interactions.
I didn't say anything to anyone. I brushed everything off. I didn't even tell my girlfriend at the time (a professor[I am not crazy]), because I did not want to make her afraid.
Fast forward to me moving back to the east coast in September of 2018. Before I left, I went to the hospital in an attempt to get a CT SCAN. I swear to you... it was like the system wanted to do anything in its power to prevent me from getting cleared. I went to a hospital in LA... and it took me a month to get a scan scheduled. I ended up cancelling the scan because they wanted to put iodine and contrast in me... and I didn't want any of that in my body. I had multiple scans before... WITHOUT contrast. I saw how the doctors looked at me. I felt marked.
On a lighter note, the nurse bought my book off of Amazon on the spot. She understood psychosomatic symptoms and suppressions. I showed her my book, and she was convinced.
Semptember on the east coast... I again started getting these weird ambiguous threats. I again let it go.
I published my second book about cancer at the end of October. The threats got louder.
That all culminated last week. I voluntarily went to the police with both of my books in my hand... boks with my PICTURE of me with CANCER on it. I told them that I thought my life was threated because I knew the cure to cancer. They must have thought I was delusional (JUST LIKE NT, I GET IT). I had marijuana in my pocket, because it is my legal medicine. I can carry up to an ounce of weed from LAX to PHL.
They took my medicine. They then told me they were going to take me to a safe place. I was like... ok.
They took me to the hospital. They thought I was delusional because I told them I knew the cure to cancer. The crazy thing is... I DO.
I was then told I had to stay in the hospital against my will for evaluation. Now I worked in the system before... so I know how this works. I was guilty until proven innocent, and I had to prove myself before I would be free. Even though I was upset... I knew there was nothing that I could do. I knew I had to go through their protocol in order to prove myself and for them to let me go.
They held me for 6 days. No medical marijuana. I refused all other medication. I had no withdrwal symptoms. I ate double meals. I had positive interactions. I passed every test, and jumped through every hoop. The nurses gave me extra peanut butter and crackers because they knew I didn't belong there. I ended up becoming more of a counselor than a patient. The nurses were all downloading my book using the kindle app on their phones. I am talking to the doctor who is supposed to be evaluating me about the 1937 marijuana Tax Act, Purdue Pharma, the Sackler family using fake doctors, studies, and research in commercials, the opioid crisis, gatekeepers, and reforming healthcare. He knew.
When I left the facility is when I created this video...
I know it sounds crazy when I say I know the cure to cancer... but I really did have to figure it out in order to save my life.
I really did conceptualize all of the information I received. I moved back to PA, got my family back, and am chilling.
I am now trying to give away what Iearned, and I still get the NT shade.
It's all good though.
Like I said... the message and the information will get to those who need it.