Burnin' down the house

But will that really help?

I have a souvenir "Southern Comfort" high sitting directors chair, red canvas cover--natural wood frame-- that floats around in my kitchen, you know the place where everyone used to hang out. The back sling accidentally got pulled off and there it was--blackish speckled fibers growing hair 3 inches long. Then I found a big clump of the waxy stuff growing between a penny and a dime. I looked at a sample I scraped off my floor several months ago and now it is growing hair. I am not afraid of my stuff or my house because I know it is all coming out of me. I already have it. I am the petri dish. We do not know how we get this goldarn thing. Until we know, fear nothing for yourself and fear everything for everyone else. Everyone I have communicated with realizes not too long into it that nothing is biting you from the outside. The stuff is coming out of you. And there it is. If you know what it looks like, it can be observed everywhere you have been ----in various stages of development. Your car too. Your animals. Books. Shoes. Funiture. Clothes. I found a big clump of waxy stuff growing on the sleeve of a wool sweater I had not worn since last spring.

And that is just the way it is.

Good news is that I now have two resources to test the DNA or even just observe other things--Randy Wymore and the connection I have with Lyndon Lafferty (who has a friend in charge of a forensics lab). I will give them the samples from my body as well as from my environment. I am putting my money where my mouth is.

This part of my quest may soon be over.

As always LOVE to you all.

THANKFUL

For a day set aside to remind us of one of the most powerful attitudes we can have.
For LOVE that is everywhere.
For extreme times of testing that will melt ones ego like the wax face in Raiders of the Lost Ark.
For the good times.
For the bad times.
For everything.
For the evil poisonous plant whose presence has stipped us bare.

For Randy Wymore who said YES--I will be sending him samples including the plant and will be speaking to him next week.

For Lyndon Lafferty who has a friend in charge of the forensics lab in Costra County and can test the DNA of the plant.

For Sunny Simmons a behind the scenes Saint.

For Candy with her encouraging ways and sleuthing expertise.

For all fellow sufferers lending validation and support.

For my family and friends.

It's getting near dawn--da da da da da DA da

Yep. Hard to sleep at night with this thing.
Tony sent me information about someone who thought they could help me. It turned out to be Lyndon Lafferty who has been studying Electro Magnetic Radiation specifically coming from the towers put up to facilitate cell phone users. Nasty stuff. If you are in the radius it is like getting 200 chest x-rays. These things are all over the place and not regulated. Bad bad bad. Turns out that two blocks away on the roof at the Junior High School there are alot of them, the towers that is. He says that I have all the symptoms of someone with radiation poisoning. I did like the word poisoning. He is a very interesting person. A retired cop. Was involved with finding the Zodiac Killer. Has a book coming out about that whole thing. Has patents on stuff. At the end of our conversation I told him about the plant and asked him if he knew anyone who could test DNA. He said yes he had a friend in Costra County who could and would call him this evening. I gave him my phone number just in case this man wanted to talk to me. It has been not even one week since the article came out. Let's rock and roll!!

Black Speck

Here it is.

Note the colors.

What Kingdom?

Animal

Vegetable

Mineral

We could start there.

Laughter is the best medicine

I am laughing and will keep on laughing.

It all seems real but is it?

What does REAL mean anyway? Let's get metaphysical.

So There.

Love to everyone.

And the beat goes on

And so do I and our fight even though I am beat. Really just tired from the stress of it all.

Great write Candy. I can't cut and paste but I will ask Sunny if she will. I cried when I saw it was your mom. I hope she has someone to help her. My prayers are with her.

Have not heard from Randy yet.

Cindy Casey was impressed with what my bother said and wants to set up a radio show with a supportive host in Dallas--she lives in the area too and is important in The NMO.

I am so sick and tired of the" is it real or not" issue. Before Louis Pasteur proved that microbes not visible to the naked eye could cause illness no one believed him. Now we are in the opposite situation. Even though the naked eye can see fiber pods, black specks, fibers, waxy stuff and hair extruding from or on the skin our condition is delusional. Whatever happened to scientific method? Now we have to have an already known microbe to identify a condition identical in thousands of people in order to recognize the condition? Is there not anyone out there with even half a brain?------and the idiotic thing of there being no matches----is the computer GOD? The information in computers and the internet depends on humans inputing information. How could anyone be so asinine to think that if there is no match "it" doesn't exist? How did things go before The Computer? Did not doctors listen and observe and try at least to treat? Leeches, arsenic, opiates who knows what. Can you in your wildest imaginings see a situation where one of those doctors would say "you are imagining this"? Are we going back to the dark ages? Sheeshamika. Is everyone out there retarded? Or are they just fearful sheep caught up in their own pathetic egos afraid to take a step into sanity and compassion? Are they afraid of being wrong somehow even though every good scientist and researcher has always been "wrong" and then moved on to being right at some point. Is there no one worthy out there?

Step up ye one with more than half a brain and you will step up to receive the blessings of thousands and the Nobel Prize for discovering at the very least the cause of Morgellons.

I ranted. I feel better.

LOVE to all of you.

Broadcasting the Seed

Vallejo Times Herald Sunday Front Page. You can check it out and see me looking like I am 90 and ill to boot. Excellent. A huge hand due to the fact the photographer was kneeling down. They know what they are doing. I walked in with eyes wide open knowing I would be publicly humiliated at least for a day until the next x-files story comes out. Anything to get us all well.

I was so very happy to see that there was also a really good picture of the plant, yes, right on the front page. The description was inaccurate but so be it.

Next is coordinating with Randy to get the plant to him.

I thought Dr. Bagheri was sympathetic to me. After all when the lab report came back positive for plant material---and here I will quote--doubly refractile tubular fibers and fragments composed of cells with thick cell walls, she told me to take the plant to the Sheriff or the Department of Agriculture. Oh, by the way the Lab report stated Suspected Diagnosis: R/O PLANT VS. PARASITE. Delusional was not mentioned because I am obviously sane and have had my son as a witness to all the weird crap that has extruded from my skin. Crazy was never mentioned. Now she is presented as a doctor who thinks I am a scratcher or picker and says the plant material may be cotton. I was (am) obviously unwell and she says, again I say it, "it could be cotton" like saying I know you are sick and it could be Cholera----but we will not be doing any further testing. You oh sick one, go out and find your own cure. And to make a point I do not scratch. Would you scratch a blister? Only an idiot would scratch a blister. One would put calamine lotion on it or ice or Hydrocortizone Cream . I have said many times even Hitler does not deserve to get this---but now I am thinking maybe some doctors and government officials should just to help the cause. I can hear the terrified screaming now as I hear mine and all of yours. The Chosen. Or The Hapless. I liked Dr. Bagheri. She had a hard time not laughing when I presented the plant to her but I think that is just because she was nervous. And that is why the sites are always full of hecklers. What if this is indeed REAL and what if they got it and could not get help and lost everything and were humiliated by the medical profession and left to exist on Dantes seveth level of hell where the lepers are? Too scary. So they try to debunk it as a defence mechanism. They actually amuse me if truth be known.

It's all a ride. I am tired of being stuck on the tilt-o-whirl upside down. How about you?

Tears and prayers for all and I mean ALL!!!