I am starting to feel like a lonely soul who cries wolf. As those who control the press have clamped down on information about the nuclear disaster my voice has risen to a crescendo. It is not as if there were no information but one has to dig to get it. The official reports still sustain my nuclear shouting about the dangers, or even better put, sustain my clear pronouncement for appropriate defensive measure in terms of mineral and vitamin supplementation.
Nuclear radiation is much less dangerous when we defend our cell by saturating them with the necessary minerals, vitamins and amino acids they need to repair themselves. I am writing extensively about this and will publish shortly. Bottom line is that what medical officials say about the dangers, that there are none, is only true if a person is not nutritionally deficient.
Several Japanese are crying out like me. Hirose Takashi is telling us that, “The nuclear power plants in Japan are ageing rapidly; like cyborgs, they are barely kept in operation by a continuous replacement of parts. And now that Japan has entered a period of earthquake activity and a major accident could happen at any time, the people live in constant state of anxiety.”
And Toshiso Kosako, a University of Tokyo professor, that has been employed since mid-March as a nuclear advisor to the government of Prime Minister Naoto Kan in Japan, quit with disgust at what the government and nuclear industry is doing to the children. In his April 29 resignation, Kosako blinked back tears and accused the Japanese leadership of ignoring his advice on how to handle the nuclear crisis, particularly the setting of radiation limits for schools. Kosako even charged that the government had not fully complied with the law in its response to the nuclear disaster. “There is no point for me to be here,” Kosako said in a tense press conference.
I went to the dentist the other day here in Brazil and looked at their national magazines and got mad. There was not one word about the nuclear disaster, not a box, not an anything but there sure were lots of pretty girls. I was also disgusted seeing our new president, the one who used to be a radical/terrorist, posing while receiving her flu vaccine. It seems like she has now joined the pharmaceutical terrorism bandwagon. The headline news now though is she caught pneumonia a few days after receiving the shot My Brazilian wife said we will never see a world leader with the courage to go against vaccines.
I thought life had given me a break about five years ago when it let me off the vaccine hook of spending the rest of my life crying in the wilderness about that. Life was good to me having opened up a pathway to the positive and helpful work with minerals starting with magnesium. But this disaster in Japan has dragged me into a nuclear struggle.
The good news is that I am working on a comprehensive presentation of natural solutions to nuclear contamination that have been sustained by many including a very small group of women who decided to ignore their government and their health and medical officials and go tough it out in the very shadow of Chernobyl.
Twenty-five years after the world’s worst nuclear accident, More Magazine visited a hardy community of women who’ve made a home in Chernobyl’s desolate, radioactive surroundings. “Why they chose to live here after the disaster, defying the authorities and endangering their health, is an inspiring tale—about the pull of ancestral lands, the healing power of shaping one’s destiny and the subjective nature of risk.”
Most of the babushkas that went back to live near Chernobyl share the belief that “if you leave, you die.” They would rather risk exposure to radiation than the soul-crushing prospect of being separated from their homes. “You can’t take me from my mother; you can’t take me from my motherland. Motherland is motherland,” says Hanna. Aphorisms slip matter-of-factly from the lips of the babushkas. “Replant an old tree, and it will die,” says one woman. One refrain I heard often was, “Those who left are worse off now. They are all dying of sadness.”
An out of control nuclear disaster in Japan is going to harm the entire earth eventually. But thanks to these women we know increasing radiation will not kill everyone. There are many ways we can extend our lives in the face of this nuclear disaster and all the other disasters that are quietly going around on us. People don’t know it but it’s as dangerous to live downwind from a coal fired electrical plant as a nuclear one with all the highly toxic mercury that rains down on the surrounding lands and lungs of the people downrange.
I will be publishing a lot more in the near future about how we can use minerals and even seawater to thwart the toxic demons the rich like to unleash on us. What conventional medical science says is impossible is very possible when we use minerals and other concentrated nutritional foods as medicines.
I live in the southern hemisphere where I was gracefully invited to come 20 years ago. During the last five years I have been building my Sanctuary, a paradise here on earth that will become my lighthouse of hope and courage in the years to come. There I will create a common ownership business inviting the local community of simple folk into a marriage of cooperation.
I will practice Creative Conflict there, a process of listening that starts right off the bat with confronting our egos that do not want to listen to a thing. I have been a custodian of this process for decades but do not practice it with my fellow human beings who have too many other important things to do than really shutting up, sitting still and listening at a deep meaningful level of being to each other. It is not a surprise that our civilization is threatened because we as a race do not enjoy listening or resolving conflicts.
My mentor Christopher Hills must have been a nut to even develop such a process for us humans who seem to love our own egos more than any other thing. I have lived a great part of my life on the Internet for 13 years and the thing that has most astounded me during all this time was the absolute absence of Creative Conflict and the work of Hills, which has been buried.
It is the about the only thing you can do a Google search for and find nothing specific to his work but you can still buy the Creative Conflict book. I highly recommend it though it’s like reading about riding a bicycle. You still have to go out and ride/practice this spiritual communication discipline with others for the reading to be meaningful. The process is actually very beautiful but takes conceptual people for a ride beyond their cherished thoughts and precious ideas. It’s like a wind on ones soul and can be terrifying for the ego, which has to face going over the water falls of the opening and vulnerable heart.
Truthfully, after all that has gone on these past several weeks I have been amazed that none of my professional friends have called begging for help to set something up here in the southern hemisphere. I do understand though how hard it is even to think of transplanting oneself in a foreign land. These women from Russia certainly make that point strongly.
As most of my more dedicated readers know, Sanctuary is nearing completion. It’s been years that I have cast a net out for a potential partner in the project—and I have received a great deal of help yet am going down the home stretch alone except for my loyal builder, now partner and friend, who made it all possible.
I have felt that I still needed a partner who will join with me shoulder-to-shoulder in spirit—in consciousness—under the full spotlight of reality as it is being currently dished out to the human race but my wife mirrored to me the other night that perhaps it is in more in tune for me to race to the finish line alone.
What I have to offer is an incredible, extraordinary on many levels, but it can be offered to only a few people… really few, and I mean only to one, two or three families maximum that I can possibly hook up with and help for there is not much time to build new houses for people to occupy if they are looking to set up a permanent residence in the south.
It is my belief and gut feeling that there is not much time at all to prepare for the more hostile future in terms of economy, weather and intense earth changes. That is a great part of the meaning of my communication today. There is not much time before even bigger events come in like their own tidal waves destroying all the plans of mice and men.
And not much time before mountains of debt come avalanching down pulling the plug of our comfortable civilization. There are certain countries that do not have much of a future. Those with the least water and oil are already in trouble but when those with the most debt fall there will be all hell to pay.