Held Hostage by Government Drug Dealers

We have all seen the advertisement that if we do not get vaccinated against whooping cough and we are grand-parents we could kill our newborn grand-children. What facts do they actually have that will happen? Is it a real threat or is it just another way the pharmaceutical companies have of selling their wares?

I am not one to jump up and fly to the nearest doctor's office to get vaccinated simply because I see it on a television commercial, but because my son asked me to before I came to visit my first grand-child, I thought it wise to do so. He had the same misgivings I had (was it really necessary?). I had not been sick nor had I been around anyone who had whooping cough, ever.

Getting the injection was no problem. Finding someone who had it in stock was a problem in my area.
Apparently us silly southerners do not keep in stock that which is not necessary. I almost did not get it, but then I might have to lie to my son and that was not even in my thought processes. I would rather do something unnecessary than lie to him.

What got me all fired up about this nonsense was getting the bill. $155.00 for a shot that is apparently not covered by either insurance, but I cannot say that for certain as the EOB's (Explanation Of Benefits from the insurance companies) have not arrived.

Is it necessary? Maybe not. Almost 20% of fully vaccinated children with a persistent cough have whooping cough.

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“In the US, from January 1 to June 16, 2014, there have been nearly 10,000 cases of pertussis, or whooping cough, confirmed by the US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). This is a 24 percent increase compared to the same time period in 2013.1 The CDC maintains that the best way to prevent pertussis is to get vaccinated, but this deserves a closer look.
CDC data shows 84 percent of children under the age of 3 have received at least FOUR DTaP shots and yet, despite this high vaccination rate, whooping cough still keeps circulating among both vaccinated and unvaccinated individuals.
The vaccine is clearly ineffective, and it's not just failing to prevent whooping cough in the US. In the UK, researchers similarly revealed that nearly 20 percent of fully vaccinated children still contracted whooping cough.” (http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2014/07/08/whooping-cough-outbreak.aspx)

Four Reasons Why Pertussis Epidemics Persist

With high vaccination rates, many people would assume (and the government would lead you to believe) that disease outbreaks would be prevented. This clearly is not the case with pertussis, and Peggy O'Mara, the former editor and publisher of Mothering Magazine, recently shared four reasons why:

1. Pertussis Is Cyclical by Nature

Whooping cough is a cyclical disease and natural increases tend to occur every 4-5 years no matter how high the vaccination rates are in a population. According to the CDC:7

"Since the early 1980s, there has been an overall trend of an increase in reported pertussis cases. Pertussis is naturally cyclic in nature, with peaks in disease every 3-5 years. But for the past 20-30 years, we've seen the peaks getting higher and overall case counts going up.

There are several reasons that help explain why we're seeing more cases as of late. These include: increased awareness, improved diagnostic tests, better reporting, more circulation of the bacteria, and waning immunity."

2. Pertussis Vaccine Immunity Wanes Over Time

Pertussis vaccine loses much of its effectiveness after just three years. This is much faster than previously believed, and could also help explain the recent whooping cough outbreaks in the US. The CDC acknowledges that waning immunity is common with the DTaP vaccine:8

3. Vaccinated Individuals May Still Spread Pertussis

The pertussis booster vaccine for adolescents and adults is called Tdap. The Tdap vaccine is recommended for children aged 7 years and older, as well as adults, parents, and close family members of babies under age 2 months, who are too young to receive a pertussis-containing vaccine themselves.

Known as "cocooning," this controversial practice is being promoted by the American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) and government health officials as a way of protecting babies from whooping cough by vaccinating their parents and other adult caregivers.

However, there is little evidence to show that this works! In fact, research shows that vaccinated individuals may still transmit the disease. In an animal study, while whole cell DPT and acellular-pertussis-vaccinated baboons did not develop serious clinical disease symptoms—such as loss of appetite and cough—when they were exposed to the B. pertussis bacteria, they still colonized B. pertussis in their throats and were capable of transmitting the infection to other baboons.9

The study's lead author Tod Merkel also explained that when exposed to B. pertussis after recently getting vaccinated, you could be an asymptomatic carrier and infect others, saying:10

"When you're newly vaccinated, you are an asymptomatic carrier, which is good for you, but not for the population."

A Canadian study also investigated how many parents would need to be vaccinated in order to prevent infant hospitalizations and deaths from pertussis using the cocoon strategy, and the results were dismal. They found the number needed to vaccinate (NNV) for parental immunization was at least 1 million to prevent 1 infant death, approximately 100,000 for ICU admission, and >10,000 for hospitalization.11

4. Tdap Booster Is Only Moderately Effective

With the short-lived immunity of pertussis vaccine apparent, the Tdap booster shot is recommended for older children and adults. But research has shown that the booster shot is only 53 percent to 64 percent effective, which the researchers described as "moderate."12 There is also concern that the mass use of pertussis vaccines has already led to vaccine-resistant strains (so-called "escape mutants") that are evolving more rapidly and may become more virulent due to the overuse of the same vaccine strains.

The new mutation, which some researchers are calling "P3," is a strain that produces more pertussis toxin (PT).13 Another reason why whooping cough cannot be entirely eradicated is the fact that there's another Bordetella organism – parapertussis – that can also cause whooping cough. The symptoms of B. parapertussis, while often milder, can look exactly like B. pertussis, but doctors rarely recognize or test for parapertussis. And, there is NO vaccine for it.

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If the vaccination actually causes a person to be a carrier, are we doing the proper thing in creating an environment of fear; rushing older people to the doctor or pharmacy to get a vaccine that makes them a carrier in the short term and causing the very thing in that newborn grandchild that we were trying to avoid?  

In our quest to be protected by the government from all contagions, are we giving them far too much power over our lives?  Are we really to believe everything that comes out of the mouths of professional advertisers and pharmaceutical shills?

Shalom!  Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!

3 Things to do for a Happier Marriage

1.  Remember - no matter who they are, they are the right person.  The moment you said, "I do" they became the right person.

2.  Always give everything you've got even if they aren't.  Their turn will come.

3.  Hang in there just one more day.  All things are temporary and change could be only one heartbeat away.


Shalom!  Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!

Observations on Depression Part 2

I concluded Part 1 with the following:

Now! What to write. First a goal. Be specific as possible; not just “get better.” Perhaps something like “Research natural remedies for depression” or “Research causes of depression.” Put a completion date on it. If it is not dated, it will not get done. [Just an aside: date everything you do. It helps when you come across some random piece of paper and something on it triggers a memory but there is no clue as to when.] Dating your notes or journal will give you a time frame for the progress you make. Notes made from internet searches also help. If you find yourself searching every day with little real results, you know to change your search criteria. If you only search once a month, either what you are finding is working or you are not putting forth enough effort. If the effort is 6 months apart, you really are not interested in helping yourself or you are all better so stop reading and get a pizza. If you make notes on what sites and what, if anything, you used from them, you will not be repeating useless searches.

Sometimes just getting healthier has a profound effect on the frequency and length of depression episodes. You must take this on as a whole-body transformation.

 

Since I wrote that I have been thinking about situations in my life when life seemed unfair and it made me sad or angry to be who I was.

 

There is something that I figure every female on the planet has thoughts about and it bothered me at various stages of my life – why am I female and what would it be like to be male? When I was about 6 years old, I saw my baby brother and wanted one of those; and it was not a baby. It was a fleeting thought. Then, I went to school and the girls jumped rope, played hopscotch and giggled while the boys played war and besides, the girls did not like me once they got in their groups. I just did not fit in. The boys, well, they thought it was funny that a 'girl' wanted to play war, but every war needed a nurse and I was a front line nurse during recess.

 

I managed to go home with bows torn off, skinned knees and happy. It was in the first grade that I met my best friend, Betsy. She and I came up with some crazy ideas. We once held a play like we had seen the “Little Rascals” do on TV. We got some of the neighborhood kids to watch. All I really remember is sneaking my tutu out of the apartment so I could wear it for our performance. We once went walking and found this huge footprint in the hardened mud and imagined what it might be. There was the swearing contest we had with one of the boys from another school. We were at the top of this hill and he made some nasty remark so we started cussing back. I did not want to use the really bad words I knew, but he said something and I won. I doubt he knew what they meant anymore than I did. Yes, we were quite a pair. I think it was after the third grade that she and her family moved. I did not understand. At 10 years old I really just did not understand why things could not just stay like they were forever. Her family was from Peru and that is about as much as I knew about her and her background. I would love to know what she did with the last 50 years.

 

Then there was science and sports and it seemed that the boys got all the best assignments and could play anything they wanted. And I thought if I were a boy things would be so much better. When I graduated from High School, I was refused admittance to the University of Virginia because I did not want to be a nurse or a teacher.   In 1967, there was still some misplaced thought that women could not be nuclear scientists; evidently they had never heard of Madame Curie.

 

When pregnancy became a possibility, I once again wished to be a man to be able to sin without that nasty side affect. Yes there were times throughout my life when I wished I had been born as a male, but had I, at any of those moments, taken that drastic turn to becoming in the image of a man, there would have been so much I would have missed. My finest hour was giving birth to my son. If I had to live every bit of my misery over to give birth to that one child, I would gladly do it.

 

There is a trend in our deranged society to encourage children as young as 4 to think toward gender reassignment. Now, that is depressing. To think that a child of 4 has the wherewithal to see all the options and make that kind of decision. That simply shows the ignorance of those who care for and are supposed to protect these growing minds. There are better ways to handle little Johnny wanting to wear big sister's tutu and wanting to be called Janie. For pity's sake, can we not allow a child to grow up before we begin indoctrinating them sexually with gender reassignment?

 

This world with all of its sex and perversion; wars and rumors of wars; so many decisions to make; and no GOD to help make them. There is nothing outside of ourselves that the world has to offer to relieve the burdens that we carry except more burdens in the form of drugs and therapy. And many times the shrink has as many if not more problems than the patient. We have more diagnosed forms of despair and depression than ever before. Is it just through better diagnostics that these things are being found or is the population as a whole that much more mentally ill?

 

Probably so. Now that is depressing. I have been thinking about the tribes who watched their elderly walk away from the tribe and go to die in the woods. Perhaps, they were not really walking off to go to die, they were just lost and walking trying to find their way home and the elements overtook them. After awhile it became the custom to leave when you were too old to be of any use. Alzheimer disease perhaps? Dementia? Just a thought.

 

Are we sicker than we were or are there just better diagnostics? And what are the treatments? Exorcism was popular with some societies and probably still should be in some cases. I suspect that there are demons chasing each one of us trying to gain entrance to wreak havoc and destroy us and those around us. If GOD uses angels to protect us, HE must be protecting us from something.

 

Then there are drugs. Drugs wake us up; put us to sleep; keep us going; settle us down; make us lose weight; make us gain weight; kill germs; keep us from getting viruses; give us viruses; keep us alive; kill us; lower our blood sugar; raise our blood sugar; lower our blood pressure; raise our blood pressure; et cetera. And we gobble them down like breath mints. Why? Generally because some doctor told us to do so. Doctors are necessary. The Apostle Luke was a physician. They problem with most doctors is that for them it is just a job, a J-O-B, nothing more. I want it to be their calling. I want them to be called to their profession just as a Preacher should be called. Come to think of it, why are not all of us following a profession or trade that GOD has made us to do?

 

I think I am back on track now. GOD has made each and everyone of us for a specific task and only in the workforce do I see so many miserable or halfhearted people, because they are not following their hearts or following GOD and doing what HE has created them to do.

 

We get depressed for one of 2 reasons, situational or physiological. Situational, I can understand and can offer suggestions. Physiological, not so much. But I do suspect that even a portion of that can be controlled by figuring out what vitamin or mineral or other nutrient your body is missing that is not nourishing your brain and keeping it in balance.

 

Start keeping a diary. If you already keep one, make it a point to note how you feel, what made you feel that way – situation, food, person, etc. Start watching your activity and see what you might be able to change that will improve your point of view. Take a class and improve yourself. Study Scripture and find out how great and wonderful GOD is and that you do not have to carry the burden of the world on your shoulders: HE already does that. It is nice to be a hero, but be one that you can actually live up to. Be a woman or man of your word. Be faithful. Be kind. Be at peace. Do good when you know it is to be done.

 

He who knows to do good and does not do it will always be in turmoil.

SHALOM! Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!!

Dear Child of GOD,

I remember when I was first saved. The wonder and the Glory of GOD consumed me. It only took 8 years for one busy-body to put a damper on my enthusiasm. It was a subtle thing at first; wanting to show a new Christian the proper way to dress and talk. And her ideas were well-received because I was 42 when Salvation came to my wretched soul. We started visiting people and as I spent more time with her, it became clear that she was not an example that I should be following. Her visits for prayer and consolation were nothing more than a chance to spread gossip under the guise of “praying effectively” as if GOD did not know what we needed even more than we did.

My life was filled to overflowing with sin until I was 42. I knew what I had given up and can tell you that giving up misery was an easy choice. I knew from the time that I was 6 I was a sinner bound for Hell; but I could not break free on my own. Thirty-six years later, after a life of tears and wasted time, I grabbed hold of Salvation with everything in me.

That was told for one reason – to let you know that no matter how close a person can be to GOD, there is always a rock in the road prepared especially for you to cause you to stumble. There just always seems to be that human component to the rock. When in fact it is Satan using pride of one person to stumble another. Her pride in thinking she knew the Bible and she knew better than GOD Himself how to whip people into shape.

You, my friend, were raised in a Christian home with parents who loved you and tried their best to help you get closer to GOD than perhaps they were in their youth. You saw at an early age the Wisdom and Glory of GOD; your soul was reborn and you began your journey with your LORD and SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST. Your only desire was to serve HIM in anyway that HE required of you.

What happened? Why has something or someone else replaced GOD as your desire? Why have you strayed from even the basic doctrines of Scripture?

I remember my first real boy-friend. I only wanted to be with him. He gave me his class ring before the summer was over. The first day of classes he wanted it back “to get it cleaned” he said. As he walked away, I turned to see him walk toward another girl and give her his ring. The funny part was, we had only met at the pool. We had gone for a couple of walks and I do not even remember him giving me one kiss. He called me on the phone most days during the summer to see if I was going to be at the pool. I was not heart-broken, but I was miffed and wondered what I did wrong or what was wrong with me.

I remember my first kiss at the skating rink on New Years Eve, and did not know that this young man thought I was 20 and he was married. When he found out I was only 16, he never called again. To say I was naive and easily led when I was young would be a definite understatement. But I was no different than you. In spite of our differences in upbringing and location; in spite of the fact that you did not come from a broken home as I did; we are virtually no different. We have the same driving hormonal fleshly desires and you have, like I did, chosen to ignore the warnings of those who love you. The only One who cared enough to warn me was GOD and HE did it through Scripture, but I ignored it or did not know how to follow it because there was no Holy Spirit living within me. I almost had no choice but to follow the flesh. Not even common sense could win in my case. My mother did not know how to keep me from making her mistakes, so how could she talk to me? As much as she went to church, she did not know GOD; there was no personal relationship there. She was searching until 6 months prior to her death.

But you, my friend. You promised to not even kiss anyone until your wedding day, but there you were, clinging to that young man like getting closer to him was going to fulfill all your desires in life. You would have to have been naked to be any closer to him. Scripture tells us to abstain from all appearance of evil. You failed that one and I failed you by not taking you aside and telling you right then and there what you were doing was wrong. But I did nothing. Just like the object of your affection, I did nothing. He either had so little respect for you that he expected you to act that way sooner or later, or he was so tied up with his cell phone that he did not even know what you were doing. Either way, he was wrong. His actions, his appearance show me his lack of respect for you, for your siblings, for himself and for our home.

You thought because he went to your father first to ask Dad's permission to court you that he was a man of GOD; because he obeyed the rules at school and at your parents' home, that he was GOD'S choice for you. What if he is not GOD'S choice? What if you did not listen to that still small voice, but listened to the shouts and laughter of the world? You are far too young to screw up so royally. What would it hurt to call off the courting and see what GOD says for certain? Yes, even if you have crossed the line.

I am not saying any of this because I talked to anyone. I am saying it from personal observations. The path that is narrow only the Saved, Blood-bought Child of GOD can walk. The path that is broad and leads to destruction can be walked by both Regenerate and unregenerate souls. The difference is where the broad path leads.  For the Christian it leads us away from that sweet communion with our LORD and SAVIOR but not to Hell.  For the unregenerate soul, the path leads to Hell regardless of how good that soul may be.  Without the blood of CHRIST to cleanse sin, the soul is condemned.

Be careful where you step because just as on a farm, you can step into something that will leave a stench in your nostrils for days. And just when you think you have washed it away, you find another glob of it that you have tracked all through your home. Sin is different in that it rises up for a lifetime to remind you how foolish you were. 

Forgiveness is a wonderful thing. GOD forgives us for all our sin; our stupid decisions; our failure to follow HIM. Forgetting? Well, that is a different animal altogether when it comes to the human mind. When you least expect it, it jumps up out of nowhere and whispers, “Remember when …?”



Shalom! Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!!

Observations on Depression

Depression is nothing new on nor in this world. The Prophet Jeremiah suffered from it. Jonah suffered from it. Jeremiah's depression was brought on by the Hebrew people abandoning GOD and GOD then telling Jeremiah what HE was planning to do to these stiff-necked people; sending them into exile and many being slaughtered, even the sons of the King, because even the King was determined to go against GOD'S Word and do what was right in his own eyes.

Jonah's depression was a combination of anger and despair at having to warn a horrid people who GOD was going to destroy if they did not repent and turn to HIM. The people of Nineveh engaged in human sacrifice and all sorts of immorality that were offensive and Jonah would have preferred that GOD just smite them and relieve Jonah of his task; warning a people he despised.

Consider Adam and Eve. One moment you were in the Garden of Eden; blissfully ignorant of sin; walking in the Garden in the cool of the day with your Creator; all the animals were friendly; and you lacked absolutely nothing. Then all Hell breaks loose. You feel fear for the first time and you know you are to blame. You see blood for the first time; the blood of an animal sacrificed to cover your nakedness.

The first political blame-game happened in that moment with the words, “The serpent deceived me ...” “That woman you gave me ...” And so it has continued to this day.

Think about their firsts – their first thorn, first back ache, first sun burn, first argument and that first murder. Their son, Abel, killed by their son, Cain. I can only imagine their first depression. The agony they must have felt. In spite of a near-perfect gene pool and a physical relationship with GOD HIMSELF, there was temptation they chose not to resist and, all things considered, depression was the least of their concerns. They watched as their many children chose lives of lust and greed. So few followed after GOD that the resulting consequence was the global Flood.

I don't know about you, but that would be depressing. To have that physical relationship with the Creator of the Universe and then be banned from HIS presence secure in the knowledge that it was their fault it happened.

Fast forward to modern America. At one time or other we all suffer with depression. The first time it hits with a vengeance. It knocks you off your feet and sends you into a tail spin; a tailspin that can last for days, weeks or months. And those words of, well, I really do not know how to describe them. People think they are helping and sometimes their words work, but most often they do not. Rarely does anything anyone else does or says help. That spark MUST come from within yourself.

Which brings us to the point of true despair. We know that the only one who can help us is us. Even without training, instinctively we know we are the only hope we have of digging our way out of the abyss. But that thing that we feel that wants someone, anyone, to rescue is at the forefront of our thoughts. Why? It is simple, really. We have lost faith in ourselves to function. We have given up on us, yet want someone else to care for us more than we do. At that moment we are a failure, a pimple on the butt of humanity, just waiting to be scratched away.

If you are one who suffers from intermittent depression and are reading this, there is a sprinkling of hope that you can help yourself. You can mitigate your symptoms. Depression is going to descend upon you like an airliner without fuel, a virtual lead balloon from out of nowhere. Maybe not today but those of us who are fortunate enough to feel the woes and worries of this life, it will come. We can and should prepare for that moment.

What triggers your depression? Is it a situation that arises, blindsided you and just as suddenly is gone, but the feelings linger? This could be a relationship gone south; the death of someone close; those work-related problems – deadlines and humans that just do not want to co-operate; and that larger-than-life thing called stress.

Stress, what is it? It is the awakening of the fight-or-flight response that never has a chance to dissipate. You find yourself constantly on guard even when there is no apparent reason for it. Sleep becomes illusive and maybe even seems unnecessary which only exacerbates the physiological issues that are now compounding and leaving you tired, restless, and losing your edge. As your edge fades, so goes your self-confidence, as does your desire to even leave the safety of that quilt your Mom gave you when you moved out on your own. Bed is safe and the only thing keeping you headed out to work each day is the knowledge that your safe bed will not be there if you cannot pay the rent. Food becomes a burden either through non-consumption or through over consumption for the same reason.

By now you are looking at this page and probably thinking, You've gotten to page 2 and still haven't told me anything new! Is this where the $49.99 reduced price comes in? Stupid person!

And my response is that I am not selling anything and never told you I have anything new to add to your already overloaded arsenal of websites, books and advice-laden friends and family. I can tell you what it took me 40 years, 1 psychiatrist, 3 psychologists, 2 therapy groups, the purchase of 47 self-help books (most of which said the same thing), 37 days of in-patient care (intense drugs, therapy and being with those who had problems greater than mine), 3 IQ tests (you would not believe how much those helped) and all the friends and family who said (in love, I am certain), “you are a freaking psycho!” and “If you only knew how much we loved you, you wouldn't hurt us like this (or “you wouldn't put us through this” or some other nonsense.).” I mean it is all about them, right? You're just putting them through Hell for spite, correct? DUH! NO!!

Running away

It never works! I mean it NEVER works!!! It does not work because if you do not fix yourself, you just pack up your troubles in your ol' kit bag and haul 'em with you. That goes for the behaviors that contributed to this fix you are in. You might escape the stress for about 24 hours. Then you wake up and realize you are unemployed or the dog should be fed or you really, really, really, REALLY!, REALLY!! miss those kids of yours, all 12 of them. Okay, there are only 3 but they really do seem like 30 toddlers some days instead of 3 teenagers and yes, your husband. He is not such a bad sort but that thing about being “psycho” did kind of hurt.

What does work?

A plan works. Any plan will do. But first you have to do the research. As with any project, you must have a clear-cut goal. Get out a piece of paper and a pen, not a pencil. Yes, paper! For this first part of the plan, you must write it down. There is something about that movement of the hand gliding across the page and your brain thinking about what you are writing that makes it seem to coalesce with ease. STOP! It does not matter if your handwriting is horrible! Work on that later.

Now! What to write. First a goal. Be specific as possible; not just “get better.” Perhaps something like “Research natural remedies for depression” or “Research causes of depression.” Put a completion date on it. If it is not dated, it will not get done. [Just an aside: date everything you do. It helps when you come across some random piece of paper and something on it triggers a memory but there is no clue as to when.] Dating your notes or journal will give you a time frame for the progress you make. Notes made from internet searches also help. If you find yourself searching every day with little real results, you know to change your search criteria. If you only search once a month, either what you are finding is working or you are not putting forth enough effort. If the effort is 6 months apart, you really are not interested in helping yourself or you are all better so stop reading and get a pizza. If you make notes on what sites and what, if anything, you used from them, you will not be repeating useless searches.

Sometimes just getting healthier has a profound effect on the frequency and length of depression episodes. You must take this on as a whole-body transformation.

If you like this post, please let me know and I will write more about this subject.

SHALOM! Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!!