Depression
All persons I have seen with clinical depression had small
roundworms in the brain. Is it any wonder the brain can't make
enough neurotransmitters or gets them out of balance? The usual
worms are hookworms (Ancylostoma), Ascaris of cats and dogs,
Trichinellas and Strongyloides.
Although it is commonly believed that hookworms penetrate
the skin when walking barefoot on earth, this appears to be a
negligible route. The important routes are eating animal filth and
inhaling filthy dust. Our pets pick these worms up daily. We get
them and give them in constant exchange with our pets and family
members. Diapering babies is an especially hazardous, though
necessary, business. Letting little children clean up after their
own bowel movements is even more hazardous. Hands should be
sanitized with grain alcohol after dealing with bowel contents,
whether your own, your child's, or an animal's. If you clean up a
messy diaper and then wash your hands well with soap, then go to
make the chopped salad for dinner, you're sure to give each
family member a dose of whatever the baby has. It was hiding
under the fingernails. Animals clean up the easy way: they simply
lick the youngster's bottom. But, we humans are not strong enough
to take on a dose of bottom with each meal. We must sanitize
our hands.
Ok, just the thought of worms crawling through my brain puts me in an immediate state of denial with a touch of revoltion followed by an urgent need to rid my second favorite organ of parasites. But, it got me thinking about a connection between clinical depression and household pets and the very distinct possibility that every member of a household with a family dog is completely unaware they suffer from clinical depression.
It's altogether possible someone could be clinically depressed for decades and not know it. Depression is self-protecting. One of the side effects of clinical depression is not recognizing you have it by setting up an involuntary state of denial for this specific disease. For example, you might blame your lack of enthusiasm and energy on the weather or a tolerance to your morning coffee. You might even think about depression but will quickly perish the thought and focus on symptoms, which has as much effect as blowing your nose to cure a cold.
When Hulda Clark said all persons she's seen with clinical depression had small roundworms in the brain, I wondered if ONLY the clinically depressed had roundworms or if the non-clinically depressed had them as well. Do the worms cause depression or is the brain of a depressed person a better environment for worms to thrive? How many peoples brains did Clark check out who weren't clinically depressed? Is worms in the brain physical proof you're depressed? How do you find out if you have roundworms in your brain? Biopsy? MRI? Stool sample?
At any rate, I'm assuming there's a possibility my brain might be harbouring a few unwanted parasites and decided to get pro-active on this, for my own peace of mind.
I picked up a Spooky2 rife machine a few months ago and I've been experimenting with it ever since. Without going into too much detail, Spooky2 is a programmable frequency generator designed to target specific organisms with the exact frequency to destroy the unwanted organism. Picture a wine glass shattering from a singer's voice.
Last night I loaded Spooky2 with about a dozen frequency programs designed to eliminate hookworms, ancylostoma, trichinellas, strongyloides, and any other pathogen associated with cranial parasites and fired it up using remote killing.
It's too soon to tell if this had any effect on me but last night I had the best night's sleep I've had in weeks. I woke up early and fast with an appetite for eggs and a significant absence of morning stiffness. In short, I feel pretty good.
I can't help thinking anyone who has a dog or a cat in the house has most likely managed to be infected by these parasites and there's no remedy, outside of specific frequency bombardment, to eliminate them. Unless you spend your life in a bubble, you got em and you've had them for many years. Long term clinical depression could be the root cause of the vast majority of societies physical and mental ailments. Obesity, back pain, heart disease, insomnia, organ failure, stress, neurosis, psychosis, road rage, cancer, and tons of other ailments that manifest in middle age could quite possibly be the result of playing fetch with the family dog when you were a child. Talk about prozac nation. Is it any wonder the vast majority of Americans are on some kind of maintenance drug protocol?
It's common knowledge that dogs and, to a lesser degree, cats are beneficial to humans as confidants and stress relievers who lower blood pressure and reduce heart disease and make old people feel happy and loved. I totally agree. There's no better symbiotic relationship than a boy and his dog. From the first starving wolf to approach pre-historic man's camp fire, to be fed a bit of meat as a peace offering, a bond was formed that evolved into the mutual domestication we have today.
An Australian study claims older Australians who own a pet are more likely to be depressed and in poorer physical health than people who don't own pets, according to a major new Australian study.
Flying in the face of claims from the pet food industry, and others, the study shows pet ownership confers no health benefits to older people.
The study shows older pet owners are more obese, had a higher risk of heart disease, were more depressed, and smoked more than their non-pet owner counterparts.
Is it possible our domestic animals are so sweet and cuddly by design, not only as a survival mechanism for themselves but part of a bigger plan to infect humanity with thought altering clinical depression, with denial of it's existence as a built in safeguard as our domestic dogs and cats act as gate keepers with the illusion of easing the depression they're responsible for?
To answer that question you'll have to find a culture that avoids contact with dogs and compare the data. Anyone know of a country that fits that description?
At any rate, I'll let you know of my findings in a few weeks.
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