The Cascade

There’s a pattern that becomes harder to ignore the longer you pay attention. Not dramatic, not sudden, but steady. A quiet unraveling, disguised as care, normalized as necessity, repeated so often it begins to feel inevitable.

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She’s in her eighties. Used to play golf all the time. A minor injury caused her to pause. The low-quality, nutrient-deficient diet caught up in a hurry. She had circulatory problems. They gave her medicine to slow down her heart. Eventually, it stopped. The solution? Surgery. A pacemaker. A month in the hospital “fighting” pneumonia.

Now in her sixties, she has blood sugar issues. She bounced around a number of trendy diets, but nothing could override lifelong habits of carbs, refined sugars, sweet white wines, and an increasingly sedentary lifestyle. Should we blame McDonald’s and Tim Hortons? The diagnosis: diabetes. Type 2. The only concern is controlling that A1C and keeping blood sugar under 5.6, or is it 7, or 7.5? Insulin to regulate, but it also causes increased insulin resistance. This is how modern medicine works? A diabetes nurse is on call. Meanwhile, an eye specialist now injects her eyes once a month. Neuropathy in her feet led to “Charcot syndrome,” leading to surgeries to rectify bones that softened and moved out of place, pushing through the bottom and side of her feet. An infection specialist for foot sores and post-op care. Orthotics and special footwear. Weight gain. Depression. Possibly, in the near future, amputation. Five medical professionals, none of them in communication with each other, cumulatively getting it all wrong. All of it could have been avoided.

The cat is now eighteen. She lost her lifelong furry friend a few years ago. She’s eaten “Fancy Feast” her whole life and now allegedly needs three medications just to stay regular and upright for a few hours a day. The food tastes awful with everything mixed in, but she’d starve otherwise. She sleeps most of the day and can’t bathe herself, due in part to persistent dehydration, so her coat looks matted and awful.

I know of a half-dozen other heartbreaking pet stories. How we’ve managed to so mindlessly mistreat humans and animals alike through the same dysfunctional dietary and medical paradigms is astonishing.

He’s in his sixties. Nearly obese. He’s struggled his whole life with weight issues, but never tried to address the psychological stressors that have been with him all along. There’s a pill for that. His wife enables him. She’s always been there, available for others, generous to a fault with her time and energy, but doesn’t care enough for her own needs. The doctors recently found a lump in her breast, which tested “positive” for what was, in many ways, essentially inevitable. Now come harder choices. Those she enables aren’t capable of returning the favor; they’re dependents.

He’s admittedly a sugar addict, and probably isn’t far from a diabetes diagnosis. He gets weekly injections to deal with chronic pain — suppressing inflammation, not solving or healing anything. Another pill for mild depression. He’s considering micro-dosing psychedelics and other alternatives. A CPAP machine is a must for getting any sleep. A cell phone’s blue light glows at his bedside as it drones on all night. Silence makes the tinnitus unbearable. Every spare minute finds him seated in a groaning lounge chair in front of a big-screen “smart” TV, swiping and scrolling through endless content interspersed with mind-warping advertising for medications and food products, while eating canned foods, microwave meals, and other fast foods out of habit and for emotional reasons, not hunger. One day of even low-impact work costs two or three days of recovery.

She’s in her forties. In 2021, she was terrified into taking an experimental vaccine injection. She still believes the story of an invisible contagion. Something is making people sick, and she doesn’t have the time to research or look into it. Worse, if she hadn’t taken the injection, she would have had to close her business as a healer. The mandates from on high made it seem as though it was the law. It wasn’t.

In less than a year, she was diagnosed with an extremely rare form of thyroid cancer. Surgery removed half the gland. Now she’s on thyroid medication for life, though given the chance, her body might well repair even that insult and injury.

Now in her seventies, after being pressured in 2021 into taking a vaccine injection, she needed a hysterectomy within a year. Correlation doesn’t necessarily mean causation, but the prevalence of this alleged “side effect,” particularly in women, was and remains difficult for many to ignore. After removing her uterus, the surgeon said there was nothing functionally wrong with it, so why did the body suddenly decide to reject it and try to push it out?

She’s been active and relatively healthy her whole life. She still works a part-time cleaning job, so she thinks occasional heavy lifting may have been the cause. That, of course, strikes me as unlikely, but it offers evidence of how powerful messaging and institutional trust can be for those unwilling to challenge or question the establishment or the medical system. Why would they lie?

He’s in his sixties. Like millions in his age group, he immediately signed up for the COVID vaccines and later received several boosters as well. He has since undergone a few surgeries to address blood clots in his legs. He also recounted a story about his lifelong friend, a doctor, who lost a son “out of the blue” to sudden death.

After a few more years, he and some retired friends, all of which have suffered similar detrimental health effects, are starting to realize “it must be those damn vaccines.”

These are real stories, and but a few that I can think of in the moment. This list could go on for many pages, and they are from my own lived experience and the few people who happen to have been in close proximity. The horrors and traumas I’ve heard of, directly and indirectly experienced over the past forty years, don’t paint a pretty picture of what is an ongoing problem and, in my view, can be entirely attributed to the death cult that is Western medicine.

You no doubt have many similar stories and experiences. You may have gone, or are now going through, something similar yourself. The longer we live, the more we’ll unfortunately be exposed to this systemic failure that, given its clear and obvious moral and ethical weaknesses, widespread corruption, and industrial capture, keeps rolling along unabated. In fact, they’re pressuring governments even more today to enact stricter laws and legalities that will only further degrade medical care and make those who work in medicine increasingly miserable, strained, and stressed.

The body only heals. It doesn’t make mistakes. There are no lies in nature. If these things are true, why is it that all manner of medical specialists, practitioners, physicians, doctors, nurses, and surgeons fundamentally have absolutely no clue as to why someone really gets ill, treat every part of the body as a separate system, and are trained to do everything in their power to control, suppress, manage, and treat symptoms rather than addressing underlying issues such as diet, lifestyle, emotional problems, environmental factors, poisoning, and toxicity?

Obviously, this isn’t medical advice. Regardless, we’d all be wise to avoid the allopathic cascade. If you’re afraid of “catching” something, or panicked whenever someone nearby sneezes, you’re ignorant and misinformed. If you’re living in such a way as to prevent injury, pain, and suffering, you’re not really living at all, and you will be miserable, and likely difficult to be around. Educate yourself about how the body works, what really makes you ill, and take responsibility for yourself.

Cartel medicine has its uses, especially in emergency and acute care, but in general, and in my experience, does more harm than good for humanity. The programming and conditioning have served only to dissociate us from our deeper knowing, our sensing, our intuition, and our appreciation for the natural world, both within and without.

The numbers don’t lie. Iatrogenic injuries and deaths increase yearly, and there have been no significant “wins” in the business of medicine, regardless of countless billions invested over the past century in research and development. They’re looking in the wrong places, in the wrong ways, for the wrong reasons. The lies are in their studies, research, propaganda, and ubiquitous marketing and messaging. It is aligned with perpetual profits and other parasitic and predatory business models, not what is best for the living human collective.

Lux et veritas

I delve into this theme some more in “Beyond the Cascade,” and “Before the Cascade.“