Monday, October 25, 2021

Harrowing Upright Canine Encounter in Northeastern Pennsylvania

This reports conforms completely to the entire body of assembled evidence on the Giant Sloth.  It appears that this creature is an excellent jumper, but not a great runner.  It can move on all four limbs, but not quickly enough either.  They are not really faster than we are.  This makes sense as it is adapted for an arboral existence first.

We gat an excellent glimpse of the mind work and the witness was skilled at searching the surround and detected the creature clearly still in the tree line.

Then it showed itself and essentially jumped the boys, shocking them into a fyull on escape run.  amazing what adrenaline can do.

Harrowing Upright Canine Encounter in Northeastern Pennsylvania

Thursday, October 21, 2021

A northeastern Pennsylvania man recalls his encounter, as a young teen, with an upright canine while exploring with friends. Somewhat dramatic, but the witness assured me it really did occur.

I recently received the following account:

"I live in a small town in northeastern Pennsylvania that is surrounded by farms and endless forests. As a kid I spent most of my time fishing for trout or building stick forts, now I have bonfires and hunt deer. So as you can imagine I'm outside most of the time. At this point, I know almost every paw print or call of the local animals and I can identify it almost immediately.

At the age of 13, I went over to one of my friend's houses for his birthday party, mid-June, alongside another 2 guys. We used to hang out a lot but after this incident, things happened and we broke apart and when our own ways. Anyways we were crazy and imaging exploring abandoned places and finding paranormal spirits as all the YouTubers did at the time.

About 3 miles into the forest there was an abandoned quarry, all of us were excited to explore it so we got the birthday boy, his name is Aiden, to lie to his dad and say we're going for a walk through the woods. Aiden's dad said yes but to not wander off too far and to pay attention to the trees due to the number of Mountain Lion sightings in the area recently. Many say they don't live here in Pennsylvania, said to be a boogeyman of sorts, but I've seen one with my own eyes and I can tell you there here, along with wolves. We geared up and grabbed our phones and knives. Well at the time I didn't have a knife but I borrowed one from one of the bigger guys. His name was Clayton and he is a little out of shape putting it nicely. He usually brought up to 10 knives to our parties like some sort of serial killer. Sometimes he made me worry. He also gave one to our 4th guy, named Marcellus, more ghetto than a country boy but it's ok, we got along at the time.

As we packed our bags and got ready we poked fun at each other. I insulted Aiden's choice of footwear, wearing a pair of black and white vans, while the rest of us wore boots. Clayton poked fun at me for being the smallest guy in the group. And Marcellus backing up Claytons insults. As we headed out the door excited for what we were going to find in the amazing abandoned quarry, imagining old mineshafts deep in the ground where coal was mined or copper, the air seemed to change. Change as in heavier, like when a kid in class threatens to kill everyone in the room. Yeah, that kind of heavy. Almost a primitive fear. As I eerily looked around curious about what installed this primitive fear into my system the others talked about what we were going to find.

As we were walking into the woods after going through a long field. The feeling of dread was getting stronger and I almost wanted to run. I knew I was being watched, I always know, when someone stares at me in class I usually look directly at them when I notice the feeling. I started to scan my surroundings. Maple trees, rocks, cliffs, bones, birds, beehives... Wait... Bones? I backtracked to where I saw bones and looked a little closer. About 60 yards away at the bottom of a cliff was a dead deer, fresh, blood still on its bones, flesh hanging from its skull. I imagined the thing that could have mutilated it so badly.

Nothing exactly exciting happened as we climbed a large hill. I felt the air get heavier and my primal fear clawing its way up my spine as if it's about to dig itself out. Once we reached the top of the hill there was a level part, still filled with maple and birch trees and some decent-sized rocks. There was a barb wire fence that led to a clearing, freshly mowed like a field. Aiden commented saying that was his property and his neighbor probably was trespassing again.

As we got to the fence I noticed something, something red hanging from the fence. A rag, or piece of clothing, covered in dried blood. And underneath it was a rusted, old knife. With a saw blade on one side and a sharp edge on other. I and Marcellus argued for a minute about who got the knife and I gave in and let him have it. We crawled under the fence and walked through the field. Right now we were only about half a mile away from the quarry. I zoned out again as we walked. No one was talking about anything exciting anyway and I scanned my surroundings when my fear jumped, almost right out of me. I couldn't place it as I frantically looked around, something bad, no something evil was nearby and I could sense it. I was at the back of the line so no one noticed my panic. I went tree to tree scanning for something out of place. And when I got to a birch tree roughly 25 yards away, I saw it.

There was a large, lengthy, grey hand wrapped around the tree. I could almost make out claws. I looked up above the hand and I could just barely see the edge of a head. I looked at my friends who got a little bit ahead of me, looked back at the tree, and the grey thing was gone. I ran to catch up with my friends, deciding to keep what I just saw quiet so I'm not made fun of for the rest of the weekend. We finally started to see a clearing up ahead, with another barbed wire fence. We walked through a patch of thorn bushes about as tall as me and it shredded our bare torso's as we took off our shirts and hung them from our shoulders. We crouched under the fence and made it to the quarry.

We all spun around towards the woods hearing his dad, but it was off, almost mechanical. Startled by how quiet it was. Almost a whisper but the woods was 100 yards away. My fear crawled its way into me and I wanted to go home knowing something was wrong.

"Guys we need to go," I stated, walking towards the treeline, the others followed. My fear grew stronger and stronger. I scanned the field, then the cliff, then the trees. As I was walking we were at the tree line scrambling under the fence.


A branch cracked not too far from us. We all looked, Marcellus still under the fence, and we saw it. 20 yards away was this 9ft human-like animal, no not animal. It stood on 2 legs like a human, its grey skinny arms ended at its knees, and its claws were as big as its hands. It was partially crouched, perching its elbows on its knees. Staring at us with its hot, red eyes. Teeth stuck out of its mouth like a piranha with large canines like a dog. Its teeth were an ugly yellow and blackish color, with some bloodstains on its top row. We all stood, frozen and staring at this beast. Then its eyes snapped to mine. It made eye contact and twitched. In fear I let out a gasp, its eyes perked up as it heard this as if in pleasure, it slowly stood up, breaking my trance and I jumped into flight mode.

"RUN!!!" I screamed making a dash for home, the field only 50 yards away, the creature let out an almost metallic, human, bear-like roar. Its scream filled me with fear and I could sense the hate in its veins. This monster was primal fear. We ran like hell as it chased after us, dodging left and right changing direction tripping it up so it can't catch us. We dove under the barb wire fence and kept running, I looked back to see it hurdle the fence like it was nothing, hot on our heels running on all fours. I tripped over a branch and rolled, catching myself, and kept running, but this put me at the back of the line. It let out another scream and I jumped off the nearby cliff to my right, my friends did the same. It was only a 15-foot drop onto some dead leaves and grass so we landed somewhat nicely, except I rolled my ankle in the process and Aiden landed his knee on a rock. I looked back and saw that I almost landed on the deer corpse from earlier and that gave me a spark of renewed energy. The tree line was only 300 yards away and we ran like hell. We heard it screeching and scrambling down the hill at full speed. We vaulted over rocks and slid under fallen trees and this thing was right on us the whole time, teeth bared and roaring in hatred. I knew the only goal this abomination had was to mutilate us like the dear. We ran and ran. Then it roared again, this time, sounding almost in defeat. We cleared the treeline and ran to the road. We turned back around to see where it was and it stood in the treeline. Almost out of view. But still visible enough to see it.

"Evan" it croaked, in a voice so unnatural and satanic. Almost like the demons in movies but more metallic. I didn't mention this before but my name is Evan. My friends always call each other mean things so we rarely said our real names. Instead of primal fear, this time I felt primal rage.

I turned and yelled at it. This thing simply smiled, turned around, and walked away. We all looked at each other and went back to the house. Aiden's dad didn't hear the screams so we had to explain nothing. We went and hid in his room in silence. None of us really talked about it much except for me. If I was to ask them now about it they would probably say it was just a bear and that we overreacted." AO

NOTE: I'd say that the dramatics are a bit over the top. When talking to the witness, he agreed with me. But he insists that the incident actually occurred. Northeast Pennsylvania has a history of upright canine sightings, in particular, in Lackawanna and other counties within the bounds of the Poconos. Lon

Young workers ditching the office to work on farms


some of this is happening, but what is missing is internally trained farmers. It is very challenging otherwise.  at least we have a rising appitite.

I do think that we need to end poverty and use that platform to provide quality young manpower for agriculture.  Also based on a four hour assured shift.  

This system will easily empower young boys and girls to learn the skills.

Young workers ditching the office to work on farms

Monday, October 18, 2021 by: Ramon Tomey

(Natural News) The Wuhan coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic has made many young workers rethink their jobs and careers. With many suffering from burnout while working desk jobs, some have shifted to doing manual labor as farm workers.

CBS News talks to two individuals – James Marriott and Cat Steckbeck – who have given up their office jobs to work on a farm.

Twenty-four-year-old Marriott leaves his home before the sun rises. He commutes to work, passing by the crowded streets of Boston – but he is not going to an office in the city. Rather, he heads to Drumlin Farm at Lincoln, Massachusetts.

Marriott has degrees in neuroscience and global health, a perfect fit for his earlier job at a biotechnology firm’s laboratory. He used to develop vaccines in his former job, but his current farm work requires a different skill set. Alongside his farm duties, Marriott is pursuing a master’s degree in epidemiology.

“This was a very intentional decision, not something like ‘I don’t know what to do, let me just go work on a farm.’ This is how I want my life to go. I don’t see myself doing this forever, but I will always keep farming in some kind of way,” he says.

Meanwhile, physical therapist Steckbeck has chosen the green outdoors instead of the hospital. She says: “It was a very stressful time. For me, it was just not the right setting – and I think [COVID-19] certainly sped up the feelings of burnout.”

Steckbeck’s decision to shun a hospital job comes with a price. Aside from callused hands and a sore back, her income has dropped by a little more than 50 percent of what she received from her previous job. “It’s been a life adjustment. I mean, it’s certainly reevaluating what I choose to spend my money on,” the former hospital worker adds. (Related: Pandemic drives Americans away from expensive cities.)

Despite being unsure if her career move is permanent, Steckbeck says the COVID-19 pandemic has helped her realize that life is fragile and that she should spend time doing what makes her happy. She says: “I kind of thought it might just be a break. Maybe it is and maybe it’s not.”
COVID-19 pandemic has made people rethink their careers

Drumlin Farm Crops Manager Matt Celona says he is not surprised by the applicants looking for work on the farm. “Makes sense to me. They tried a job, they don’t like it. They want to try something else. They have an interest in the environment,” he elaborates.

Marriot and Steckbeck – both in their 20s – join the many workers in their age group who have shifted careers entirely as the COVID-19 pandemic swept the United States. Their transition to farm work is part of a “seismic shift.”

According to a study done in July 2021, nearly a third of U.S. workers under 40 years old have considered changing careers during the pandemic.

A February 2021 report by McKinsey & Company touched on how the COVID-19 pandemic has affected different sectors of work. The report named 10 work arenas that have varying levels of physical proximity, or interaction between people. It noted that “work arenas with higher levels of physical proximity” such as healthcare and retail “are likely to see greater transformation after the pandemic.” (Related: Jobless claims spike to 6.6 million, doubling last week’s record, as layoffs mount amid coronavirus pandemic.)

The report notes that the outdoor production and maintenance arena suffered the least impact from COVID-19. “Work in this arena requires low proximity and few interactions with others, and takes place fully outdoors,” it says.

However, Marriot shares a deeper reflection about his shift to farm work. He says: “We’ve all kind of felt like we’re cogs in the wheel of this larger system that we didn’t really want to be a part of. This was our way of taking back our lives and just being like ‘this is what we want to be doing’ rather than doing something that we felt we had to be doing.” has more articles about American workers shifting careers entirely during the COVID-19 pandemic.

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Measuring soil health easily and reliably

flat farm field

This can be turned into a handy test kit.  biologically healthy means a good nutrient balance and good growing conditions and it is best measured indirectly through a test like this.

All good.

Certainly a better solution then sending in soil samples to a lab.  Most likley you wouod collect 30 to 100 hundred small samples and put them in hte oven to fully dry out.Then test individually.

Measuring soil health easily and reliably

Carbon dioxide flush information found to be more reliable and useful indicator of soil health

October 20, 2021 - Healthy soils are a precious resource. They are vital for protecting ecosystems, maintaining water quality, producing crops, and mitigating climate change.

There are numerous indicators to measure soil health. However, these indicators don’t always provide consistent results. In a new study, researchers report evaluating a rapid and inexpensive indicator of soil health, especially for dryland farming.

This study was recently published in the Soil Science Society of America Journal, a publication of the Soil Science Society of America.

The researchers measured bursts of carbon dioxide gas emitted when dried soil samples are rewetted. These bursts of carbon dioxide – called carbon dioxide flush – are an indicator of soil microbial activity.

“Measuring carbon dioxide flush is simple and inexpensive,” says Upendra Sainju, lead author of the study. “We also found that carbon dioxide flush is related to several soil properties and long-term crop yields.”

Sainju believes carbon dioxide flush can be used to measure soil health and relate crop yields reliably. Currently, this method is evaluating to estimate dryland crop yields in arid and semiarid regions.

There are several advantages to using carbon dioxide flush as an indicator of soil health. For one, no chemicals are needed. Researchers can measure carbon dioxide flush from soil samples using devices called infrared analyzers.

“Not needing chemicals means carbon dioxide flush can easily be used to measure soil health directly from the field,” says Sainju. “No chemicals being used also makes this process quick and economical.”

That’s important because several existing ways to measure soil health can be expensive and take a long time to analyze. Also, “they provide mixed results when measuring soil health,” says Sainju. Having a single reliable measure of soil health will help farmers, ecologists, policy makers and various other stakeholders to evaluate the sustainability of agroecosystems for crop production, according to Sainju.

In addition to measuring soil health, measuring carbon dioxide flush can also help farmers reduce nitrogen fertilizer use. “We can use carbon dioxide flush to estimate how much nitrogen will be available from the soil to crops during a growing season,” says Sainju. That means farmers can be strategic with fertilizer use. That can lead to lower costs of farming while enhancing environmental benefits.

To test carbon dioxide flush as a soil health indicator, the researchers collected soil samples from two dryland study sites, both in northeastern Montana. For each soil sample, Sainju and colleagues measured carbon dioxide flush in two different ways.

One was the traditional way – add water to air-dried soil samples and let them sit for four days. Then the researchers used chemicals to measure carbon dioxide flush.

They also tested a faster method; one where the wetted soils sat for just one day. Then, the researchers used an infrared gas analyzer to detect the carbon dioxide flush from the samples.

These two methods yielded slightly different carbon dioxide flush results.

So, Sainju and colleagues tested a whole lot of soil properties – physical, chemical, and biological – and matched them with the two sets of carbon dioxide flush results. “Our results showed that the one-day results were better related to soil properties and crop yields than the four-day incubations,” says Sainju. That meant the easier and faster method of measuring carbon dioxide flush also resulted in a more reliable, inexpensive, and useful indicator of soil health.

Sainju and colleagues plan to test this method in short-term experiments under dryland and irrigated cropping systems next. They will also expand testing the method in various soil and climatic conditions in different regions of the country.

Testing of carbon dioxide flush as a predictor of long-term mean crop yields is especially important, according to the study authors. That’s because non-soil factors – such as droughts and floods, or pests – can affect crop production dramatically in some years. In the meantime, “measuring carbon dioxide flush provides soil health results that are accurate and reliable,” says Sainju.

Photo Caption: A view of the experimental site in dryland farming in eastern Montana where soil samples were collected to measure carbon dioxide flush. The research team determined that the easier and faster method of measuring carbon dioxide flush also resulted in a more reliable and useful indicator of soil health. Credit: Daniel Liptzin

High-resolution images for use with this story only available by contacting Caitlin Heitman,

Where did the Greeks come from before Greece was formed?

All this conforms to the Trojan Wars been in the Baltic in 1179, followed by the collapse of 1159 BC which forced the Dorians south to Greece.  This tells us that the path was well known from earlier movements.

The last movement overwelmed the existing population displacing local leadership likely established by the Atlanteans.  Then all populations integrated over the succeeding several centuries and all called themselves Hellenes.  Baltic town names displaced traditional names through sheer population mass.  This is what has come down to us.

The causer of the movement was the loss of crops for twenty years in the north.  This impacted the Baltic the worst.  so we had a movement not seen again until the fall of the western roman empire in thye fifth century.  Yet Britain and Gaul survived that event as well.  That tells us the climate weak point is the Baltic for Northern geologic disasters.

Where did the Greeks come from before Greece was formed?

As all ancient historians like Herodotus and Hesiodus have explained and as the common memory of the Greeks was, the Hellenes — Greeks in their own language - are a mix of a very ancient local population, the Pelasges (Πελασγοί a word that comes from πέλαγος = sea) with the Germanic waves that descended to Greece between 1650 and 1100 B.C. Those tribes, namely the Achaioi with their subtribes the Ionians (Ίωνες) and the Aeolians (Αιολείς), and the last ones the Dorians (Δωριείς) sealed the Greek ethnicity. Just to remember that the Trojan war which was sung by Homer in the two basic Greek epea the Ilias and the Odyssey was conducted before the last , the Dorian one, wave arrived. So Achilles, Ulysses and the other famous heroes were Achaioi. The areas where those waves finally settled were rather different, so the various towns and regions of Hellas (Greece) kept always a flair of that wave origin with a consequence on their dialect and their mentality: Athens were Ionian, Sparta and Macedonia Dorian and so on. But all if them were defining themselves as Hellenes and before the enemy they were uniting quite fast as the Persians learned the hard way - either defensively in Thermopylae, Marathon, Salamis and Plataiai or offensively under Alexander the Great.

Very remarkably one can trace the origin of an even modern Greek word in the time before or after the arrival of Achaioi. As an example few words containing -νθ- (-nth-) like the island Zacynthos and others are more ancient.

Fortunately the Greek history is written from the very ancient times, 3.000 years already. That's why there is no doubt among the international scholars when disputes are raised as the modern Macedonian issue for purely political reasons.

Saturday, October 23, 2021

Four Parasites Found in Pfizer and Moderna COVID911 Jabs

This is only possible if it is deliberate.  Literally the Cooks or Wait Staff are spitting or urrinating in our food.  No alternative explantion is possible even.

Again if it is not true, just where is the counter work on the problem?  Iti s not difficult.

It is as if every available kill agent was drummed up and blended into the vacc ine concoction in order to max out the kill.  A great evil is lose in the world.  I know it has been countered, but it is still hard to take.

Four Parasites Found in Pfizer and Moderna COVID911 Jabs

Ramola D of The Everyday Concerned Citizen is new to me and I love the way she presents information and puts things together.

She has an update for us on the now FOUR different kinds of parasite that have been imaged in the Pfizer and Moderna vials.

We've previously spoken about the findings of microscopy expert, Dr Robert Young, who published his images of the contents of the four publicly-available jabs using various methods, including Phase Contrast Microscopy, Transmission and Scanning Electron Microscopy and Energy-Dispersive X-Ray Spectroscopy. It was Dr Young who first reported to have found Trypanosoma cruzi in the vaccines.

Ramola reads recent entries in the VAERS system that corroborate Dr Young's findings. One tells of a woman who is a regular blood donor and that after her second vaccination, her blood donation tested positive for the Trypanosoma cruzi parasite, the same as what Dr Young found in the vaxx.

These parasites are transmissible by blood and organ donation and they cause incurable Chagas disease. Luckily, donor organs and blood are now routinely screened for Chagas antibodies – and that's how these were discovered.

Myocarditis and fluid accumulation around the heart have been reported in many vaxxed people (often, in the young and athletic). These are known severe symptoms of early-stage Chagas disease.

Ramola finds the three other cases of people reported in VAERS who were screened for this parasite (two teenagers and a 60-year-old) had all presented with heart problems after being vaxxed. She's then surprised to find it's now becoming routine to screen all vaxxed patients with heart issues for T. cruzi.

Ramola found an additional three people in the VAERS system, whose symptoms were labeled as "Trypanosoma brucei". T. brucei is protozoan related to T. cruzi from Africa that causes sleeping sickness in humans.

Patients listed in VAERS as suffering from the symptoms of sleeping sickness are having their symptoms labeled as this exotic parasite species, which does not affect members of the US population. Ramola says this points to an awareness within the medical community that there are parasites in the vaxx.

Interestingly, a primary drug used to treat infection with T. brucei is suramin, which has been touted in the health freedom community for much of 2021 as helpful in mitigating the effects of the vaxx – and of the spike proteins being shed by the vaxxed.

Ramola dives deeper into the transhumanist potentials of Hydra vulgaris and other Cnidaria species and other interesting findings in this most thorough report I've yet seen on the topic.

Dr. Frank E. Stranges on Agartha

This is an older report on Agartha.  Agartha is our name for the inside of our Earth Shell that is not understood or understandable with our Newtonian understanding of Physics, but is completely explicable using my understanding of Cloud Cosmology.  The Argartha MEME has been about for almost three hundred years and refguses to simply blow away.  Reports appear every generation regardless of our absorption of Newtonian physics.

Speaking the WORD means inducing a void large enough for the intent and then creating a SPACE TIME Pendulum.  This creation is typically placed back in time near the earliest act of creation.  The void is then filled be a cascade of particle creation.  This is sublight while the act itself is at light speed.  The rest follows.

Earth Shell is around perhaps three hundred miles thick or so, but is thinner and different at the poles.  This means that the available surface area will be sim9lar to the outer surface and it also retains a lot of ocean as well.

I do not want to discuss the nature of Spirits and their advanced brethern Angels.  The idea of down for failed spirits into evil is best left alone except to say they are likely as spirits residing within the living rock.  After all our own spirits reside in our physical bodies.  Really no particular difference.

God’s Celestial Ambassador: The Life and Times of Dr. Frank E. Stranges - Part XIII

tuesday, October 19, 2021

God’s Celestial Ambassador: The Life and Times of Dr. Frank E. Stranges - Part XIII

By Raymond A. Keller, PhD, a.k.a. “Cosmic Ray,” the author of the international awards-winning Venus Rising Series, published by Headline Books and available on, while supplies last.

Dr. Frank E. Stranges on God’s Creation Process

In a 1964 sermon regarding the varied inhabitants of Agartha, encompassing the realms of the Inner Earth, the prominent Southern California evangelist Dr. Frank E. Stranges commented somewhat on the process of the Creation: “Due to the fact that God, in His Supreme Mind and Being, could speak the Word, thus forming the universe, God could then form the world in His Mind, first.” In regard to how this applied to individual human beings, Dr. Frank continued, “Before you can create anything on paper, the thought must exist in your mind. You take the thought from your mind, write it on paper, then begin to construct that which your mind has give you in the first place.

“The idea mut first begin in the mind. God, the Infinite Holy Mind, formed the universe, formed the stars, formed the planets. In His scheme of things, He formed everything that is good. Everything God ever placed His hand to do was good. Because of this fact, that God is the Master Creator, the Grand Architect, as well as the Master Sculptor of all time, He could take this planet Earth and cause it to move through its proper motion around the Sun. The Sun, being the orb at the center, has a family of twelve planets in all revolving around it, not only in one, but some of them in two directions.”

Where the Inner Earth Fits Into this Scheme

Insofar as the Earth is spinning while it goes around the Sun, Dr. Frank commented that, “Now, for that reason, because the Earth is constantly turning and revolving, there is no spot inside the Earth that can be called ‘bottom.’ Therefore, the great deep space 7,000 miles across is called the ‘Bottomless Pit.’ This is where Satan shall be chained. It has no bottom because it is continually moving.

“For the past 6,000 years,” continued the evangelist, “Satan has been the king over the angels in the center of this planet. He is still considered the Prince of the Powers of the Air. In Revelation 19:11, he is the god of the present world, of this planet. The fallen angels are motivated by the same force and authority as Satan. They are possessed with evil. The present world conditions testify to this statement as being factual!

“There are several Bible verses that clearly indicate the fact of these angels being in the Earth: Revelation 5:3 declares that, ‘….no man in Heaven, no man in Earth, neither under the Earth, was able to open the book…., neither to look therein.’ Also, Revelation 5:13 goes on to proclaim, ‘Every creature in Heaven, on Earth and under the Earth were saying, ‘Glory be unto the power of the Lamb.’’ And in Philippians 2:11, it states that, ‘At Jesus’ name, every knee shall bow…. of angels in Heaven, of men on Earth and of angels under the Earth.’”

Dr. Frank pointed out additional scriptures underlying this point. These being:

Philippians 3:10: “Every knee shall bow, of celestial, terrestrial and subterranean…. that is, those under the Earth.”

II Peter 2:4: “God spared not his angels that sinned…. but in their case reserved them unto the judgment.”

In Jude 6 we read, “the evil angels…. God hath reserved unto (age-lasting) chains under the Earth for judgments unto the Great Day.”

Matthew 12:40: “After Jesus was made alive, He went to preach to the spirits in prison in the heart of the Earth.”

And in Ephesians 4:9, it is revealed that before Jesus ascended, “He descended first…. into the lower parts of the Earth,” where He preached to the spirits there.”

On the Nature of Angels

At various evangelical revival meetings conducted by Dr. Frank, he would speak about the nature of angels. First and foremost, it is important for the Christian to know that angels cannot die. Also, their knowledge is much greater than that of any human being. In the 1964 sermon, Dr. Frank E. Stranges, made a reference to Valiant Thor, when he declared that, “This one that I spoke with at the Pentagon in Washington, D.C., who claimed to be a member of an unfallen race, could also have been an angelic being. Angels are real!”

The Southern California minister also pointed out that, “Angels are not subject to death. They also have the ability to appear and disappear at will. Even Genesis Chapter 6 will tell you how they are able to materialize and become as human beings.” Until the Day of the Lord’s Judgment, however, the evangelist pointed out that the fallen angels are likewise endowed with the same powers as the angels who kept their first estate.

Enoch’s Visit to the Inner Earth

Dr. Frank urged his congregation to check out the Book of Enoch, wherein chapters 17 to 65, the ancient author of that unrecognized scripture describes the beauty and grandeur of the Earth’s interior. He tells about the awesome depths of the valleys and the tremendous heights of the mountains. The old prophet relates accounts where some of the trees are taller than any he has ever seen on the surface, where the rivers are much wider, the colors of the flowers are more vivid, and there are numerous metals and precious stones to be found that no human being has ever seen anywhere topside on this world.

“In Revelation Chapter 21:20-21,” notes the evangelist, “You will read of these things, of precious stones that have never been viewed in such abundance by any human being- stones such as jasper, sapphire, chalcedony, emerald, sardonyx, chrysolite, beryl, topaz, chrysoprase, jacinth, etc. There are also twelve great gates made of pearl. These are a reality. As one counted among God’s people, I am looking for the day that we will come to an appreciation of all of His blessings; because as we do, they will become a part of us, a reality.”

Some like the ancient prophet Enoch (3138, B.C.E.-2773, B.C.E., translated to Heaven) have visited the Inner World and returned to tell us about it. Artwork source:

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Ethiopia says second filling of giant dam on Blue Nile complete

First off, the Aswan Dam captures all this water down stream and any and all damage is already a done deal.  This makes excellent sense as far as a power dam is concerned.  The floods do come every year and they are fully managed.  Can we do better?  Surely as using a barrage to shift part of those flood waters into hte Qattara depression should be investigated.  Can we do worse.  Surely we can return to the traditional flood cycles which was limiting but did help bring silt into the delta.

I do think that all this has been thought out.  Same as Mesopotania.  All the water finally makes it into the ocean and slowing it down allows expanded irrigation.  Iti is ultimately not a source of conflict unless a serious drought comes like the Hoover Dam.

Even the Western USA would soon succumb to universal reforestration in particular which should sharply increase atmospheric water drawdown.  it is there to be done.

Ethiopia says second filling of giant dam on Blue Nile complete

By Dawit Endeshaw


Ethiopia's Grand Renaissance Dam is seen as it undergoes construction work on the river Nile in Guba Woreda, Benishangul Gumuz Region, Ethiopia September 26, 2019. REUTERS/Tiksa Negeri

ADDIS ABABA, July 19 (Reuters) - Ethiopia has completed filling the reservoir of its huge dam on the Blue Nile river for a second year and the plant may start generating power in the next few months, a minister said on Monday, a move that has already angered Egypt and Sudan.

Addis Ababa says the Grand Ethiopian Renaissance Dam (GERD), a $4 billion hydropower project, is crucial to its economic development and to provide power.

But it has caused concern over water shortages and safety in Egypt and Sudan, which also depend on the Nile's waters.

"The second filling of the Renaissance dam has been completed and the water is overflowing," Seleshi Bekele, Ethiopia's minister for water, irrigation and energy, said on Monday in a Tweet.

"The next milestone for GERD construction is to realize the early generation in the next few months," he said.

Sudan's irrigation ministry said in a statement it rejected "unilateral measures from neighbouring Ethiopia and policies of imposing a fait accompli and ignoring the legitimate interests and serious concerns of its river partners".

Khartoum urged Addis Ababa to "continue reach a binding and comprehensive legal agreement that preserves the interests of all parties".

Egypt said last month it had received official notice from Ethiopia that it had begun filling the reservoir for a second time and said it rejected the move. read more

Egypt views it as a grave threat to its Nile water supplies, on which it is almost entirely dependent. Sudan has also expressed concern about the dam's safety and the impact on power generation from its own dams and water stations.

Long-running diplomatic efforts to resolve the dispute between the three countries have yielded little success.

The United States has also said Ethiopia's filling of the dam had the potential to raise tensions and has urged all parties to refrain from any unilateral actions.

Reporting by Dawit Endeshaw, additional reporting by Ali Mirghani and Omar Fahmy; Writing by Katharine Houreld and Elias Biryabarema; Editing by Angus MacSwan and Alex Richardson

Unholy-Sized 'Wolf' Stalks Military Camp Near Ketchikan, Alaska

This sounds a lot like a Dire wolf which is supposed to be extinct.  Yet if it hunts alone and well away from others, then the population can be scant.  It still has to feed itself.

It could easily depend on moose.  It should be super fast through the snow with its size advantage.  So yes, it could catch up a moose or deer in heavy snow.  In the summer it could go after black bears.

Paws that large are not a timber wolf.  Or even a giant Sloth either.

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

Unholy-Sized 'Wolf' Stalks Military Camp Near Ketchikan, Alaska

A group a National Guardsman are stationed near Ketchikan, Alaska. They are soon confronted by an 'unholy-sized' wolf that has been stalking the camp. The paw prints were said to be the size of pie plates.

The following account was recently forwarded to me:

"It was the winter of 1997 I believe. I was living in Ketchikan, Alaska and serving in the National Guard as an 11b. I loved it. As some may know a joint task force between all the branches of military began working on building a road on a nearby island; Annette Island. This was the fulfillment of a 50 or so year treaty the US made with the sovereign Indians in Metlakatla. This was a big project that I believe finished in 2007. Anyways, the Marines spent the first summer building the HQ. It was a series of plywood huts and the framework of a mess hall. When summer ended the huts were basically just sheds. There was no electricity or running water.

Well, me and five other members of my unit were called to Active Duty. We were tasked with living on the island for the winter and protecting the camp. Apparently the local native youth would hop from island to island vandalizing vacant logging camps and such. This was classified as a training mission, for budget purposes. It seemed like it would be a good time. Six month in the winter on a remote island living in a plywood hut.

At first things were somewhat rocky. There was only going to be four to five us on the island at a time with a weekend rotation every two or three weeks for one or two of us. It took a couple months before we had a real generator or propane to cook with, so we subsisted on MRE's three meals a day; for quite some time. The worst was that there was only one outhouse in the entire camp which was placed a few hundred yards from the camp. To make it even worse, the Native American's, for whatever reason, declared the ground sacred and we were not allowed to relieve ourselves on it. That means if we needed to take a leak or drop the kids off at the pool, we had to march on down to the outhouse, in the Alaskan winter.

For the most part I was loving it. We bonded together, told jokes, played push-up poker and overall just had a grand time roughing it. Well to make a long story longer, the heart of winter came and so did the snow...lots of snow. By that time we had these weird heaters that ran on diesel fuel, so we were quite cozy in the huts. However, the one facility left unheated was the outhouse, and not only was it freezing it was filling up. You see, the bay boat used to bring the port-a-potty truck had frozen over. By the third month of our stay the entire outhouse's contents were dangerously close to rising above the toilet seat. It was disgusting. It was freezing. It became my nightmare to use. Give me a slit trench over an outhouse any day of the week! Even now thinking of this massive frozen mound makes me cringe. I can still see the steam that would rise from the hole and out the vents of the port-a-potty after each use.

Anyways, despite the bizarreness of the outhouse, that is not the scary part of this story. One night as the four of us were laying around on our cots ready for bed a few of us were listening to a book on tape the Doc brought with him. I think it was Carl Sagan's "Contact." It was either that for entertainment or Art Bell's Coast to Coast radio show; the only English station we could get on the radio. If you don't know who he is, check it out. It is all about aliens, Bigfoot, and other paranormal stuff. Well, we heard noises outside. Now that may not seem scary, but let me tell you, we hadn't heard many noises night or day. There isn't a whole lot of action going on during the winter in the middle of nowhere!

At first we thought it might be some native kids come to goof off and tag the place or set it on fire. It seemed logical. Before we came to this island we had been given tours of nearby logging camps which were decimated. We were warned that this was what they would do to our camp, if we didn't protect it. Well if it was them, we were ready for them. Wait, no we weren't. Who am I kidding?! We would have wanted to lock and load and go on the offensive if wasn't for the fact we were there as a training exercise. That meant we didn't have ammunition. We had M-16's, but nothing to go in them!

Well, we were now no longer laying on our cots, instead we are getting dressed and discussing who it is that is going to go investigate with an unloaded rifle. Just then we heard the sounds come to our door. It was not human. We could hear them breathing, loud. Our Pfc. was the one who had been picked to lead the charge, but he flat out refused. None of us blamed him. We didn't want this to become some Alaskan version of Southern Comfort meets Predator, if you know what I mean. So, we all sat in silence for ten or so minutes until the huffing and snorting faded away. A few minutes after words we manned up and opened the door. We immediately saw in the snow the largest frickin wolf prints I have seen. I swear they were the size of a pie plate! Anything attached to those paws must have been the size of a small horse or at least a dining table.

So, about that outhouse. You remember, the one a few hundred yards away. Well, it used to be that if you woke up in the middle of the night and needed to drain yourself you would take the hike down to the outhouse. Not anymore. Instead we made a massive patch of yellow snow right next to the door. It became customary to open the door, point to the side, and melt some snow. There was no way on God's green Earth anybody was walking all the way to an isolated outhouse with those beasts out in the dark!

Our NCOIC, after spending a weekend in Ketchikan, brought back his diving light. This thing was the brightest flashlight I have ever seen. It made the night into day. Anyways, one night we were joking and smoking. We were teasing the Pfc. because he had to take a dump. It wasn't like he could just hang his ass out the door. That is one thing we didn't want to find come spring when the Generals and other dignitaries would be touring the place. Not at all. The Pfc. was starting to gather up the courage to actually head on down to the outhouse. Good for him! He got so far as to open the door, fully dressed for the freezing temperature. As he was about to walk out, the Sgt. flicked on his diving light and pointed it towards the outhouse. He was being nice and was going to light the way.

As that light poured down the hill we could make out the the outhouse and wouldn't you know it, standing next to the crapper was a wolf. It's eyes lit up like two little moons. It stared up towards us. It didn't move. Even though we were a good three hundred feet or so from it, the Pfc. hurriedly back-walked deeper into the hut. The Sgt. kept his light shined on this unholy-sized wolf until it started to overheat. That wolf saw us. It knew there was more than one of us. Yet, it did not move an inch. It just stood there staring at us as we stared at it. When the Sgt. turned off his diving light, it was still staring at us. It was us who had to break our gazes so that we could close the door. That wolf knew he was in charge. We knew it too.

Friday, October 22, 2021

Writing Elenor Rigby with Paul McCarthy

A nice piece of creative history here.  See how it drags on and then falls together.  In the middle of it all they discovered the four person guitar band protocol.  It was not a thing yet.

This song was put out well after they had established trhemselves and likely got artistic control or simply decided to be way more daring.  So yes Yellow Submarine was a capture of their oevre to that point and the white album an expansion of their artistic reach.  Then that perhaps was it.  Maybe it was really time to go.

We will never know of course, but such dedicated music making needs incredible focus and no distractions.  Yoko was the ultimate distraction.  
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Writing “Eleanor Rigby”

How one of the Beatles’ greatest songs came to be.

By Paul McCartneyOctober 18, 2021

The author’s handwritten lyrics for “Eleanor Rigby,” from 1966.“Eleanor Rigby” © Sony Music Publishing L.L.C.; Photograph courtesy Northwestern University

My mum’s favorite cold cream was Nivea, and I love it to this day. That’s the cold cream I was thinking of in the description of the face Eleanor keeps “in a jar by the door.” I was always a little scared by how often women used cold cream.

Growing up, I knew a lot of old ladies—partly through what was called Bob-a-Job Week, when Scouts did chores for a shilling. You’d get a shilling for cleaning out a shed or mowing a lawn. I wanted to write a song that would sum them up. Eleanor Rigby is based on an old lady that I got on with very well. I don’t even know how I first met “Eleanor Rigby,” but I would go around to her house, and not just once or twice. I found out that she lived on her own, so I would go around there and just chat, which is sort of crazy if you think about me being some young Liverpool guy. Later, I would offer to go and get her shopping. She’d give me a list and I’d bring the stuff back, and we’d sit in her kitchen. I still vividly remember the kitchen, because she had a little crystal-radio set. That’s not a brand name; it actually had a crystal inside it. Crystal radios were quite popular in the nineteen-twenties and thirties. So I would visit, and just hearing her stories enriched my soul and influenced the songs I would later write.

Eleanor Rigby may actually have started with a quite different name. Daisy Hawkins, was it? I can see that “Hawkins” is quite nice, but it wasn’t right. Jack Hawkins had played Quintus Arrius in “Ben-Hur.” Then, there was Jim Hawkins, from one of my favorite books, “Treasure Island.” But it wasn’t right. This is the trouble with history, though. Even if you were there, which I obviously was, it’s sometimes very difficult to pin down.

It’s like the story of the name Eleanor Rigby on a marker in the graveyard at St. Peter’s Church in Woolton, which John and I certainly wandered around, endlessly talking about our future. I don’t remember seeing the grave there, but I suppose I might have registered it subliminally.

St. Peter’s Church also plays quite a big part in how I come to be talking about many of these memories today. Back in the summer of 1957, Ivan Vaughan (a friend from school) and I went to the Woolton Village Fête at the church together, and he introduced me to his friend John, who was playing there with his band, the Quarry Men.

I’d just turned fifteen at this point and John was sixteen, and Ivan knew we were both obsessed with rock and roll, so he took me over to introduce us. One thing led to another—typical teen-age boys posturing and the like—and I ended up showing off a little by playing Eddie Cochran’s “Twenty Flight Rock” on the guitar. I think I played Gene Vincent’s “Be-Bop-a-Lula” and a few Little Richard songs, too.

A week or so later, I was out on my bike and bumped into Pete Shotton, who was the Quarry Men’s washboard player—a very important instrument in a skiffle band. He and I got talking, and he told me that John thought I should join them. That was a very John thing to do—have someone else ask me so he wouldn’t lose face if I said no. John often had his guard up, but that was one of the great balances between us. He could be quite caustic and witty, but once you got to know him he had this lovely warm character. I was more the opposite: pretty easygoing and friendly, but I could be tough when needed.

I said I would think about it, and a week later said yes. And after that John and I started hanging out quite a bit. I was on school holidays and John was about to start art college, usefully next door to my school. I showed him how to tune his guitar; he was using banjo tuning—I think his neighbor had done that for him before—and we taught ourselves how to play songs by people like Chuck Berry. I would have played him “I Lost My Little Girl” a while later, when I’d got my courage up to share it, and he started showing me his songs. And that’s where it all began.

I do this “tour” when I’m back in Liverpool with friends and family. I drive around the old sites, pointing out places like our old house in Forthlin Road, and I sometimes drive by St. Peter’s, too. It’s only a short drive by car from the old house. And I do often stop and wonder about the chances of the Beatles getting together. We were four guys who lived in this city in the North of England, but we didn’t know one another. Then, by chance, we did get to know one another. And then we sounded pretty good when we played together, and we all had that youthful drive to get good at this music thing.

George Harrison, John Lennon, and Paul McCartney, in Liverpool, in 1958.Photograph © Mike McCartney

To this very day, it still is a complete mystery to me that it happened at all. Would John and I have met some other way, if Ivan and I hadn’t gone to that fête? I’d actually gone along to try and pick up a girl. I’d seen John around—in the chip shop, on the bus, that sort of thing—and thought he looked quite cool, but would we have ever talked? I don’t know. As it happened, though, I had a school friend who knew John. And then I also happened to share a bus journey with George to school. All these small coincidences had to happen to make the Beatles happen, and it does feel like some kind of magic. It’s one of the wonderful lessons about saying yes when life presents these opportunities to you. You never know where they might lead.

And, as if all these coincidences weren’t enough, it turns out that someone else who was at the fête had a portable tape machine—one of those old Grundigs. So there’s this recording (admittedly of pretty bad quality) of the Quarry Men’s performance that day. You can listen to it online. And there are also a few photos around of the band on the back of a truck. So this day that proved to be pretty pivotal in my life still has this presence and exists in these ghosts of the past.

I always think of things like these as being happy accidents. Like when someone played the tape machine backward in Abbey Road and the four of us stopped in our tracks and went, “Oh! What’s that?” So then we’d use that effect in a song, like on the backward guitar solo for “I’m Only Sleeping.” It happened more recently, too, on the song “Caesar Rock,” from my album “Egypt Station.” Somehow this drum part got dragged accidentally to the start of the song on the computer, and we played it back and it’s just there in those first few seconds and it doesn’t fit. But at the same time it does.

So my life is full of these happy accidents, and, coming back to where the name Eleanor Rigby comes from, my memory has me visiting Bristol, where Jane Asher was playing at the Old Vic. I was wandering around, waiting for the play to finish, and saw a shop sign that read “Rigby,” and I thought, That’s it! It really was as happenstance as that. When I got back to London, I wrote the song in Mrs. Asher’s music room in the basement of 57 Wimpole Street, where I was living at the time.

Around that same time, I’d started taking piano lessons again. I took lessons as a kid, but it was mostly just practicing scales, and it seemed more like homework. I loved music, but I hated the homework that came along with learning it. I think, in total, I gave piano lessons three attempts—the first time when I was a kid and my parents sent me to someone they knew locally. Then, when I was sixteen, I thought, Maybe it’s time to try and learn to play properly. I was writing my own songs by that point and getting more serious about music, but it was still the same scales. “Argh! Get outta here!” And, when I was in my early twenties, Jane’s mum, Margaret, organized lessons for me with someone from the Guildhall School of Music and Drama, where she worked. I even played “Eleanor Rigby” on piano for the teacher, but this was before I had the words. At the time, I was just blocking out the lyrics and singing “Ola Na Tungee” over vamped E-minor chords. I don’t remember the teacher being all that impressed. The teacher just wanted to hear me play even more scales, so that put an end to the lessons.

When I started working on the words in earnest, “Eleanor” was always part of the equation, I think, because we had worked with Eleanor Bron on the film “Help!” and we knew her from the Establishment, Peter Cook’s club, on Greek Street. I think John might have dated her for a short while, too, and I liked the name very much. Initially, the priest was “Father McCartney,” because it had the right number of syllables. I took the song to John at around that point, and I remember playing it to him, and he said, “That’s great, Father McCartney.” He loved it. But I wasn’t really comfortable with it, because it’s my dad—my father McCartney—so I literally got out the phone book and went on from “McCartney” to “McKenzie.”

The song itself was consciously written to evoke the subject of loneliness, with the hope that we could get listeners to empathize. Those opening lines—“Eleanor Rigby / Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been / Lives in a dream.” It’s a little strange to be picking up rice after a wedding. Does that mean she was a cleaner, someone not invited to the wedding, and only viewing the celebrations from afar? Why would she be doing that? I wanted to make it more poignant than her just cleaning up afterward, so it became more about someone who was lonely. Someone not likely to have her own wedding, but only the dream of one.

Allen Ginsberg told me it was a great poem, so I’m going to go with Allen. He was no slouch. Another early admirer of the song was William S. Burroughs, who, of course, also ended up on the cover of “Sgt. Pepper.” He and I had met through the author Barry Miles and the Indica Bookshop, and he actually got to see the song take shape when I sometimes used the spoken-word studio that we had set up in the basement of Ringo’s flat in Montagu Square. The plan for the studio was to record poets—something we did more formally a few years later with the experimental Zapple label, a subsidiary of Apple. I’d been experimenting with tape loops a lot around this time, using a Brenell reel-to-reel—which I still own—and we were starting to put more experimental elements into our songs. “Eleanor Rigby” ended up on the “Revolver” album, and for the first time we were recording songs that couldn’t be replicated onstage—songs like this and “Tomorrow Never Knows.” So Burroughs and I had hung out, and he’d borrowed my reel-to-reel a few times to work on his cut-ups. When he got to hear the final version of “Eleanor Rigby,” he said he was impressed by how much narrative I’d got into three verses. And it did feel like a breakthrough for me lyrically—more of a serious song.

George Martin had introduced me to the string-quartet idea through “Yesterday.” I’d resisted the idea at first, but when it worked I fell in love with it. So I ended up writing “Eleanor Rigby” with a string component in mind. When I took the song to George, I said that, for accompaniment, I wanted a series of E-minor chord stabs. In fact, the whole song is really only two chords: C major and E minor. In George’s version of things, he conflates my idea of the stabs and his own inspiration by Bernard Herrmann, who had written the music for the movie “Psycho.” George wanted to bring some of that drama into the arrangement. And, of course, there’s some kind of madcap connection between Eleanor Rigby, an elderly woman left high and dry, and the mummified mother in “Psycho.” ♦

The Ultimate Sleep Therapy with Hydrogen Inhalation

This is worth noting.  Of course we are still stuck with do it yourself methods.  However, I have known for a long time that pain is caused by oxygen deficiency triggering nerve cell distress or even death.  Replacing the oxygen can resolve the problem.  This sert of tools is one way.

I have also posted on drinking a solution of H3O3 or Hydrogen trioxide which happens to be a ring molecule.  It serves to provide biological oxygen in water.  Drinking it serves to gin up your blood oxygen substancially.

Of course i am telling you this exists, but no one believes me because this is new knowledge.  When that happens, your mind segues to dismissal mode.  

However an oxygen tube can certainly help in pain relief.

The Ultimate Sleep Therapy with Hydrogen Inhalation

Published on October 19, 2021

All one has to do is stick one of these in your nose and sleep all night breathing hydrogen and oxygen gases. It is not quite like hibernating, but when you are offline from your daily activities, you are breathing life-giving gases that will work against aging while hammering the underlying dynamics of most diseases.

Many of us who are suffering are still looking for answers, solutions, for therapies that will make a difference. Some who are dying of cancer need a wind to blow them away from death’s door. Others want relief from intractable pain but do not want to become a drug (pharmaceutical) addict in the process of managing pain instead of curing it.

In part, this is a personal testimony about my experience with a new form of therapy that I have been doing for five months, every night, all night. I consider it as the ultimate sleep therapy, and it was easy to get used to. All I had to do was turn on my hydrogen inhalation machine, stick the cannula in my nose, turn over, go to sleep, and wake up the following day looking and feeling younger.

That is a slight exaggeration. Even though I felt a dramatic reduction in pain (99%), the looking younger part happened through weeks and then months of continuous use. Hydrogen, combined with oxygen and CO2 therapy, offers so much it is a wonder more people are not using it. If done on the intensity of five to eight hours every night, it can help dig patients out of deep, dark, painful holes.

The hydrogen/oxygen gas brought me to the promised land of vastly reduced pain, but by itself, it did not let me enter the land of milk and honey. Like Moses, I had to sit right outside of the land of robust health. Every therapy has its limits when we are the cause of our problems.

There is simply no cure for overeating except to eat less. There is no cure for breathing too fast except to slow down your breathing by getting conscious about it. And there is no cure for lack of exercise other than to get off your butt.

I must confess I have known for 40 years about the power of fasting but have loved food too much, like so many people. And yet, at 69, just in the last month, I have comfortably reduced my eating to one or two meals a day, so I have been fasting between 16 and 22 hours a day. The secret for me was to give up my morning coffee with milk!

I have been trying to deal with the high stress that comes with me being me, my obsession with being on top of everything that is happening in the world because my job is to write about it. Being an empath gets me into trouble because I feel for the suffering and increasing craziness of the world. Thank God I can still my mind completely; otherwise, I think I would go crazy too.

I have discovered that the most potent protocol combines dietary restriction (intermittent fasting) with exercise (preferably with oxygen – EWOT) with the constant intake of medicinal water. Add to that breathing retraining (slowing one’s breath down), and one can heal from practically any disease if the right minerals are taken. Thus, incurable diseases become curable using elements from Nature.

The wisdom from my new book, Hydrogen Medicine, teaches us to control essential gases of life and health. Increasing oxygen, hydrogen, and CO2 concentrations in the fluids and cells is a new form of medicine that most doctors and drugs cannot match. Sooner or later, the medical-industrial complex will recognize that all hospital oxygen therapies need to be changed. In the future, no one will leave the hydrogen out of oxygen therapies, just as no one today would dare to give pure oxygen without carbon dioxide.

Get command of these three gases and one gets command of life.

The value of doing hydrogen sleep therapy is that one can do it in one’s downtime. People who want to use hydrogen inhalation therapy to treat their cancer should be using it a minimum of two hours a day, but for late-stage cases, at least four hours a day. Inhaling hydrogen and oxygen all night in your sleep maximizes what you will get from hydrogen inhalation therapy.

It will be up to others to testify what hydrogen sleep therapy does to sleep itself. My sleep was disturbed by pain, but others suffered sleep deprivation for other reasons.

Treatment of Sleeping Disorders

Obstructive sleep apnea (OSA) is a common breathing disorder and characterized by recurrent episodes of upper airway obstruction during sleep. Clinical data have shown that the incidence of OSA was approximately 15-24% in adults and that OSA was accompanied by multiple cardiovascular disorders, such as hypertension, heart failure, and atherosclerosis. OSA patients showed long-term arterial oxygen saturation fluctuations and frequent sleep apnea, exposing them to a specific internal environment with chronic intermittent hypoxia (CIH) and recurrent hypoxia.

Thus hydrogen and oxygen inhalation administered all night can be a powerful intervention for treating intermittent hypoxia. Such treatment is what one would expect in ICU. One can apply such innovative Intensive Care at home.

This is the machine I use, built like a tank to run around the clock if necessary, so it is best for sleep therapy and for those in hospital settings that need to use it 24/7. The AquaCure can also be set to run all night. The Cube offers a mid-range cost and provides an entirely new technology to make hydrogen and oxygen gas extraordinarily easy to use.

When one is in ICU, treatment should be continuous the same way oxygen is used. When fighting for one’s life at home, the same concept applies. Treatments should be ongoing until a person can get up and walk around.

Treatment for Influenza This Season?

You do not want to get the flu this year, and you do not want to come down with COVID, either. Avoidance is half the battle but treat it immediately if you do come down with an infection.

Many studies affirm that hydrogen has strong anti-inflammation, anti-oxidant, anti-apoptosis effects and protects organisms against polymicrobial sepsis injury and acute peritonitis injury by reducing oxidative stress and decreasing mass pro-inflammatory responses.

Most viral-induced tissue damage and discomfort are mainly caused by an inflammatory cytokine storm and oxidative stress rather than by the virus itself.

Suppressing the cytokine storm and reducing oxidative stress can significantly alleviate the symptoms of influenza and other severe viral infections diseases. Thus, medical scientists from China hypothesize that hydrogen therapy to be a safe, reliable, and effective treatment for Multiple Organ Dysfunction Syndrome (MODS) induced by influenza and other viral infectious diseases.

Afternote: Just as I finished this essay, my 26-year-old daughter sent me a picture from 20 years ago. At first, I was just amazed at how my wife looked. And seeing the kids so little, our first generation of three before the next three arrived a few years later. Then what grabbed me was how I looked, which is almost precisely as I look now 20 years later.

My sixties was a nightmare of pain and suffering, and I did look the part. My plan for my seventies is a divine vision of health and rejuvenation. As I have said before, hydrogen inhalation therapy is the ultimate fountain of youth.