Parasites where are we now ? Part 2. The exterior approach

 I've assisted in over 2,000 colonoscopies, says the writer of this tavio advert . Again I, Chris Welch am not sponsored but am really interested in this advertorial as with part one by a separate author and product .

I've seen things crawling inside people that made gastroenterologists go silent.

And the worst part? We're not allowed to tell patients what we really saw.

I'm a GI technician. I operate the camera. I watch the screen while doctors navigate through your

intestines.

For 14 years, I've had a front-row seat to what's actually living inside people.

And I need to tell you something that the medical system doesn't want you to know.

Those symptoms you have—the bloating, the fatigue, the brain fog, the 3am wake-ups—they're not

'just IBS.' They're not stress. They're not 'part of getting older.'

I've seen what's causing them. On a screen. In high definition. Hundreds of times.

And I've watched doctors look at the same screen, see the same thing, and say nothing.

The first time I saw it, I was 26 years old. Three months into the job.

We were doing a routine colonoscopy on a 52-year-old woman. Complaints of chronic bloating and

fatigue. Her primary care doctor ordered the scope to rule out anything serious.

The doctor navigated the camera through her colon. Everything looked normal at first.

Then we reached the cecum—the pouch where your small intestine meets your large intestine.

And I saw movement.

Not the normal movement of the intestinal walls. Something else. Something that shouldn't have been

there.

I watched a white, rope-like mass shift position as the camera approached. Like it was avoiding the

light.

I looked at the doctor. He saw it too. His jaw tightened.

He moved the camera closer. The mass retreated deeper into a fold of tissue.

I waited for him to say something. To document it. To tell the patient.

He withdrew the camera. Finished the procedure.

In his report, he wrote: 'No significant findings. Recommend increased fiber intake.'

I pulled him aside afterward. 'What was that? In the cecum?'

He looked at me like I'd asked a stupid question. 'Mucus accumulation. Very common.'

'It moved.'

'Peristalsis. The intestinal walls contract. It shifts things around.'

He walked away.

But I'd watched that screen for three years of training. I knew what peristalsis looked like. I knew what

mucus looked like.

That wasn't mucus. And it didn't move because of peristalsis.

It moved because it was alive.

Over the next 14 years, I saw it again and again.

White, rope-like masses. Sometimes clustered. Sometimes spread across different sections of the colon.

Thick, grayish coating on the intestinal walls—so dense in some patients that the camera view was

partially obscured.

And movement. Always movement. Things that reacted to the light. Things that retreated into folds of

tissue when the camera approached.

I stopped asking doctors about it after the first year.

Because they all said the same thing. Mucus. Normal variation. Nothing to document.

But I started keeping my own notes.

I'd write down the patient's symptoms before the procedure. Then I'd note what I saw on the screen.

The correlation was undeniable.

Patients with chronic bloating? Almost always had that thick grayish coating.

Patients with fatigue and brain fog? Usually had the rope-like masses.

Patients who mentioned waking up at 3am? The movement was more pronounced. More active. Like

whatever was in there was more established.

I had 14 years of data that nobody wanted to see.

I asked a senior gastroenterologist once—off the record, after a few drinks at a conference—why no

one ever documented this stuff.

He laughed. 'You want the honest answer?'

'Yes.'

'There's no billing code for it.'

I stared at him.

'Parasites are a tropical disease,' he said. 'That's what we learned in medical school. Americans don't get

parasites. So when we see something that looks like parasites, it can't be parasites. It must be mucus.'

'But what if it is parasites?'

'Then I'd have to refer to infectious disease. They'd run tests that would come back negative because

parasites hide behind biofilm and don't shed into stool consistently. The patient would get frustrated. I'd

look like I don't know what I'm doing. And I wouldn't get paid for any of it.'

He took another drink.

'It's easier for everyone if it's just mucus.'

I went home that night and couldn't sleep.

Easier for everyone. Except the patient who's going to live with that thing inside them for another 20

years.

Three years ago, I started having symptoms myself.

The bloating came first. I'd look pregnant by 6pm no matter what I ate.

Then the fatigue. Dragging myself through 12-hour shifts that used to feel manageable.

Then the 3am wake-ups. Like clockwork. Every single night.

I knew what I had. I'd seen it on a screen a thousand times.

But knowing didn't help. Because I also knew that no test would find it. No doctor would believe me.

No oral medication would reach it.

I'd watched parasites retreat from a colonoscopy camera. They could sense intrusion. They could hide.

They were burrowed into intestinal walls, protected by that thick grayish coating—biofilm—that I'd

seen obscure camera views.

Anything I swallowed would pass right through while they sat protected behind their shields.

I needed something that could reach them without going through my digestive tract.

I started researching what actually penetrates biofilm.

Most of the studies were disappointing. Antibiotics couldn't do it. Herbal supplements couldn't do it.

The biofilm matrix was designed by millions of years of evolution specifically to resist whatever the

host threw at it.

But there was one compound that kept appearing in the research.

Ricinoleic acid. Found in castor oil—90% concentration.

Studies showed it could break down biofilm matrices. Not just kill parasites—dissolve the shields they

hide behind.

But here's what the supplement companies don't tell you: you can't swallow it effectively.

Stomach acid degrades ricinoleic acid. What survives gets diluted across your entire GI tract. By the

time it reaches parasites burrowed in your intestinal walls, there's not enough concentration to penetrate

biofilm.

You have to deliver it differently.

Transdermally. Through the skin. With compression and heat.

When you apply castor oil over your abdomen with sustained pressure, it absorbs through the dermal

layers. Your body heat activates the ricinoleic acid. The compression drives it inches deep—into the

tissue surrounding your intestines.

Directly to where I'd seen those things hiding on camera.

And overnight wear—6-8 hours—delivers it during the exact window when parasites are most active.

When they're feeding. When they're moving. When I'd seen the most activity on late-night emergency

scopes.

I ordered a castor oil pack. Started wearing it every night.

Week one: More bathroom activity than usual. Something was moving.

Week two: I saw things in the toilet that I'd only seen before on a screen. Rope-like strands. Pale.

Exactly what I'd watched doctors dismiss as 'mucus' for 14 years.

I didn't need a doctor to tell me what it was. I'd seen it crawl away from cameras.

Week three: The bloating started going down. My uniform fit differently.

Week four: The 3am wake-ups stopped. First time in two years I slept through the night.

Week six: A colleague I'd worked with for years looked at me across the break room and said, 'Did you

lose weight? You look different.'

I hadn't lost weight. I'd lost what was feeding on me.

I still operate the camera every day.

I still see the rope-like masses. The thick biofilm coating. The movement that doctors refuse to

document.

And every time, I think the same thing:

This patient has no idea. They're going to get a report that says 'no significant findings.' They're going

to go home and continue living with that thing inside them. They're going to suffer for

years—decades—while doctors blame stress and aging and IBS.

I can't tell them what I see. I'd lose my job.

But I can tell you.

If you have chronic bloating that doesn't respond to diet changes...

If you have fatigue that sleep doesn't fix...

If you wake up between 2-4am for no apparent reason...

If you have brain fog that makes you feel like you're losing your mind...

If you've had a colonoscopy that came back 'normal' but you know something is wrong...

I've seen what's inside you. On a screen. In high definition.

And I've watched doctors look at the same thing and say nothing.

It's not mucus. It's not normal variation. It's not nothing.

It's alive. It's hiding. And it's not going to show up on any test because it's evolved specifically to avoid

detection.

You can't reach it by swallowing something.

I've watched these things retreat from a camera that was inches away. They sense intrusion. They hide

deeper in the folds of your intestines.

Anything you swallow will pass right through while they wait it out behind their biofilm shields.

You have to go around the digestive system entirely.

Castor oil. Through the skin. With compression and heat. Overnight.

That's the only way to deliver ricinoleic acid at concentrations high enough to break down biofilm.

That's the only way to reach them where they're actually hiding.

I've watched parasites on a screen for 14 years. I know where they live. I know how they hide.

And I know this is the only approach that makes sense based on what I've seen.

The brand I use is called Tavio.

I tried making my own setup first. Castor oil from the store, old t-shirt, plastic wrap. It was a disaster.

Leaked everywhere. Came undone while I slept. Never maintained consistent compression.

Tavio is designed specifically for overnight use. Organic cotton and bamboo that holds the oil without

leaking. Adjustable compression that stays in place all night.

Put it on before bed. Sleep normally. Let it work during the hours when parasites are most active—the

same hours when I've seen the most movement on late-night scopes.

90-day money-back guarantee. If nothing changes, you get your money back.

But something will probably change. Because I've seen what's inside people. And I've seen what

happens when it finally comes out.

You'd never sleep again if you knew what I've seen on that screen.

The things that move when the camera approaches. The masses that retreat into folds of tissue. The

biofilm so thick it blocks the camera view.

All of it documented as 'no significant findings.'

All of it still living inside patients who have no idea.

Don't be one of them.

Don't wait until you're on my screen.

EDIT: Almost forgot the link. Here it is: https://buytavio.com/pages/castor-oil-cleanse

Politics, The Quartermaster and Smaugministration

Full Bilbo and Smaug Scene here




Facebook posts 7/6/2019
Pathway Church pays off $2.2 Million of Medical Debt

This is great ofcourse as a jump in the gap moment but the cocaine fuelled prostitution hotel dwellers of the life insurance moguls want USA to always pay ten times what anything costs for the same thing here in England......
Support the medical insurance industry today!!!!!

This then led me on to considering administration, and in particular political administration.

Politics has come to mean something that doesn’t mean simple administration at a National or state level.
There’s a political spirit.
Except truly speaking the demon isn’t political in the slightest , he’s a Smaug Dragon, a Judas infester....
there’s no more “ administration “in a Dragon sleeping sprawled across a mountain of gold than a cat “ administrating “ a mouse.

Then I was reminded of  a word, a single word spoken to me.

A propos of nothing, two or three years ago I had the word quartermaster.
I realise now how central this issue is. To everything. It’s the ultimate manifestation physically in our world of
NOT GETTING “ GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD “ SORTED before the Throne Room as a life principle.
INSTEAD WE BUY IN
WE SHORTCUT
WE BECOME CODEPENDANT WITH

SMAUGMINISTRATION

So everything that would have been sorted at root level becomes like Microsoft software that was built in MS DOS becoming ever more complex and top heavy just to emulate APPLE CODE , which was visual based from the start.

So in health terms,
Just at natural level,without getting into the awesome supernatural accelerative forms of taking authority over creation....
But just naturally speaking,
Instead of building up the healthy biome inside a persons gut, a healthy thick layer of protective actively combative mucous,
Through apples and fruit roughage,
Through cabbage kale broccoli
Through fermented foods that every civilisation apart from Brits already knows about.....

Instead of building up our own genius levels of homeostasis,

SMAUGMINISTRATION believes in crashing a body with radio therapies or radiation or synthetic copies of naturally appearing remedies, or things expensively recreated with your personal bespoke DNA go go right round the houses and be astronomically expensive, which can be solved relatively swiftly by cheaper routes.

SMAUGMINISTRATION IS EXACTLY THE SAME IN POWER AND ENERGY SECTORS.
Maglev trains were eschewed. Most of the nascent hippy research into green solutions was blocked for about three whole decades until SMAUGMINISTRATION COOPTED THE WHOLE MOVEMENT AND CAME UP WITH GLOBAL WARMING, PURCHASING HUGE TRACTS OF LAND OSTENSIBLY FOR ECO REASONS, but really to push the world populations into intensely populated cities where control and surveillance is infinitely more practical.

For every real genetic benefit of plants that are more resistant to pests, there’s the knock on effects to the food chain and seed that only works for one year and has to be purchased centrally annually.
Monsanto Smaug.

Then there’s Water Smaug. Centrally purchasing and controlling all sources of water and dams without which humans must have constant supply.
Rothschilds first excursion into the market sector away from purely banking was for this reason to grab Paris by the jugular and purchase the Parisian water company in 1850.
The same derivative business, Veolia controls much of all daily infrastructure all over Britain .
They even purchased mp3.com.
Basically, anything that makes or shifts money or resources, NAB IT, GET IN ON IT.

SMAUGMINISTRATION controls the church everywhere through clever systems of enrollment and tax concessions. Rothschild took over all Vatican finances 200 years ago.

None of this is now secret conspiracy .
The finer points are, like using sex and money to tarnish those in positions so this can be used to threaten people into following THE AGENDA.
But Flintstones and Simpson’s always had FREEMASONS
THE SIMPSONS is quite clear about a Mr Burns tier of psychopath , and Dr Katherine Horton says she has proved this must be so according to systems analysis. The psychopath must rise to the top.

Thankfully if the three biggie “ roots” are dealt with the Lords Prayer style.... A whole psalm 24 generation will prove Katherine wrong, but the administration blue print will change for good anyway, as it did in Europe when basic personal salvation was rediscovered 500 years ago.

I had heard a few minutes of this Youtube clip before all this, but when I heard it all I realised how similar it was, with just a different way of saying it.

I think JRR Tolkien's Ring image is quite a good one in Lord of the Rings, but it doesnt quite "cut" the two sided nature of "visiblity".
Here's what I mean.
I have been writing about the three foundational areas to our soul as demonstrated in the Lord's Prayer. Each one is an abbreviation of an enormous area that has to be brought continually afresh before the Throne.
Bread. Supply. Ultimately the fear of death.
Relationships of purity , forgiveness, recognition of the Christ creation that we all are,no harboring of bitterness
Self stimulation,addiction to any "pull" on us.
In other descriptions there is the lust of the flesh, the pride of life.
THOSE THREE CORES represent where we are at, where all our agendas are, and God wishes to be Lord and for Commandments One and Two, to be true in us: Love God Love our neighbour
Collectively in the devil's hands they are THE RING.

I understand "putting on the Ring" makes us visible to Darkness......that should read we are plugging into the pipes and connections of the Darkness Matrix.

In the Lord's Prayer we are removing those pipes, and connecting up to the Kingdom. And as Bob Dylan sings, we have to hook up to one or the other.
Gotta Serve Somebody.

WHAT THE RING ANALOGY DOESNT GET OVER IS THAT THERE ISNT A MIDDLE GROUND, AND IF PUTTING ON THE RING MAKES US A VISIBLE MEMBER OF OPERATING DARKNESS......
WE BECOME EQUALLY VISIBLE WHEN WE CONNECT OUR INNER PIPES TO GODS SPIRIT, BECAUSE FOR THE DEVIL THAT IS AN ACT OF WAR.

In JRR Tolkien those two concepts are squashed into one and dont give clarity , but confuse and hide what the spiritual reality is.

The Race for a True Health Model II

Last week I reported an almost identical story to do with the Hoxey Clinic. Same type of elite Pharma guys trying to buy out the solution then prevent its use. Same tough and exhausting battle with Pharma just because Pharma are more interested with charging their top dollar for the body shattering cures of chemo and radiation than they are of healing anybody for virtually no cost.

In the mid-1920’s, Rene Caisse (pronounced “reen case”) was head nurse at the Sisters of Providence Hospital in a small town in northern Ontario, Canada. While nursing an elderly patient, Rene noticed that the patient had a scar on her breast. The patient said it was left over from an advanced breast cancer which she had over 30 years earlier. Her doctors had wanted to remove her breast immediately, but having no money for the surgery, she decided instead to use a natural herbal remedy suggested by an old Indian Medicine Man from the local Ajibe tribe.


The Medicine Man showed her certain herbs (such as burdock root, sheep sorrel herb, slippery elm bark, and turkey rhubarb root), and instructed her to make a tea from those herbs, and to drink it every day. She was immediately cured of cancer, and there had been no recurrence in the 30 years since then.

Rene Caisse promptly jotted down the names of the herbs that the patient told her she had used, and decided that if she should ever have cancer in the future, she would use that herbal tea.

A few months thereafter, Rene received word that her aunt had been diagnosed with cancer of the stomach, and the doctors gave her only six months to live. Rene spoke to her aunt’s physician, Dr. R.O. Fisher, told him about the herb tea, and asked if she could give the tea to her aunt, under his supervision. Upon his consent, she obtained the herbs and proceeded to make the tea for her aunt to drink every day. Her aunt’s cancer went into remission, and she lived for 21 years without any recurrence of cancer.

After that successful experience Rene quit the hospital and began curing people privately, using the same mixture of herbs that would become known as Essiac (Rene’s last name spelled backwards). Word spread quickly, and soon, the number of patients healed from cancer started to multiply.

When a doctor from the town of Bracebridge in Ontario sent Rene a patient who had cancer of the bowel, Rene cured the patient using the same herbal mixture. As a result of that miraculous cure, the doctor went before the town council and mayor and urged them to give Rene a building where she could treat cancer patients with her natural cancer remedy. The clinic was established soon thereafter, and in a few months’ time, it was busy with activity because patients began flocking in from different places. She treated 3 to 600 patients a week. The only condition required by the city was that she had to provide the treatments free of charge — and there had to be a doctor’s diagnosis for every case she treated.

Despite the success stories and undeniable healings accomplished at the clinic, Rene attracted unwanted attention, particular from a Doctor Leonardo, a cancer surgeon from Buffalo, New York, who warned her that the medical profession would never allow her to continue giving free cancer treatments because it threatened doctors’ livelihoods. Not long thereafter, a mysterious group of entrepreneurs showed up at Rene’s clinic offering her a million dollars for her secret herbal formula. Rene refused to sell the formula because the entrepreneurs would not guarantee that her natural remedy would be made available for free to anyone who needed it.

In 1938, Rene was called before the Legislature to determine the legality of the Essiac remedy. Over 55,000 people had signed a petition to legalize Essiac, but when the matter went before the Legislature, it lost by 3 votes.

Before long, a cancer commission was established to investigate herbal remedies. The majority of Rene’s case studies and evidence of hundreds of patients being cured of cancer were rejected, and she was soon forced to shut down her clinic and turn away desperate cancer patients who sought her out when the medical profession could do nothing for them. Rene suffered a nervous breakdown over the investigation and the medical profession’s refusal to admit that Essiac was a cure for cancer.

After Rene recovered from the breakdown, she started her health practice again from scratch, brewing the herbal mixture and curing patients in the basement of her house. However, authorities didn’t leave her alone, and instead, began harassing her again, arresting her a few times for the most absurd reasons. Nevertheless, the fame of Essiac continued to spread and crossed the border to the United States. Proponents of Essiac, including Dr. Charles Brush, President Kennedy’s personal physician and friend, endeavored to study the effects of the non-toxic natural remedy in the treatment of cancer. At some point, Dr. Brush even recommended Essiac to be approved by the FDA as a possible cancer cure.

The medical establishment immediately set up obstacles to prevent this from happening, and eventually, Essiac was not approved by the FDA. Throughout the 5 decades from the 1920s through the 1970s, the response from the medical authorities had always been the same; and they concocted preposterous excuses to reduce the chances of future FDA approval — even at the cost of making themselves look ridiculous.

Some even went as far as to prevent Essiac from being used in the future by doctors, who might eventually give in to a higher calling and medical responsibility. In the state of California, for example, the state legislature declared it a felony for a doctor to use any other than the accepted methods of treatment for cancer—namely, surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation.

After years of her exhausting battle against the medical establishment, Rene withdrew to her home and continued treating patients quietly on a private, one-on-one basis until the day she died in 1978 at the age of 90.

Note: Essiac is just one of the many proven natural remedies for cancer that have subsequently been suppressed by the medical establishment. Chapter 5 of The Top 10 Natural Cancer Cures presents the growing body of evidence that supports the efficacy of Essiac tea in the treatment of cancer, almost 50 years after Rene’s passing. It also details the herbal tea’s other spectacular health benefits (including its promising potential against AIDS), and shows the exact ingredients, recipe and instructions for making Essiac Tea – www.Top10CancerCures.com.