Hello Everyone:

I thought I would share some thoughts on my own journey. I’ve had some pretty interesting discussions on forums, emails, conversations with friends, etc. about parasite “issues”. It seems as though there are varying degrees on the subject but the two biggest issues that crop up the most are 1) dealing with doctors/practitioners and/or family members; 2) one’s comprehension of dealing with overwhelming health issues.

I think the most challenging thing about all of it is pushing past the mental barrier and the bravery one must face alone. I’ve learned that when you’re at the pinnacle of being seriously ill, someone will say the worst things to you in a heartless manner, as if it’s some grand motivator of truth “to help you”. Far from it (in my opinion)! Bless those dear souls along and go forth with a different strategy. At some point the realization may hit you that they could be sicker than you are!  Yep, they must be!

Dealing with this situation can be a hellish experience -- a private hell that I’ve had to endure.  We’re talking about monsters being expelled, slithering felt around in all parts of the body, feeling the worst imaginable pains that the body can endure, days of fatigue, and the list goes on! I must have "Parasitopsychosis"!

You ask what is Parasitopsychosis? I made the word up. I’d have to say that it deals with “issues” related to all forms of parasites (worms, molds, and microscopic invaders, etc.) and the ensuing psychological aspects (insomnia, anger, phobias, brain fog, etc.) that comes with it. We know how much the establishment likes words or labels, and I figured if I’m going to have a label I’ll name one for myself, thank you very much! The fact that medical community considers many people with microscopic parasites or a worm infection as delusional, the label of Parasitopsychosis just seemed fitting to me somehow. Parasitopsychosis sounds serious enough but silly enough too – so why not? Saying the word aloud makes me laugh and so I hope that I can bring some levity to the “issues” of what we’re dealing with.

I’d sure like to see one of those “other MDs” try out a cleanse that disturbs worm colonies and see what they have to say. Better yet, they need to experience the scattering with those terrible meds they prescribe. They might find some truth in the experience. (I did suggest it to a doctor and he didn’t know what to say!) Things are so hard to describe in detail. Then, again, who wants to hear it because it boggles the mind and too darn freaky!

One day I watched the Oprah Show and she had group of Sudanese who told horrific stories. Some of these people were forced to participate in a war that they didn’t want to be involved in. Later they walked across a hot scorching desert after witnessing their friends/family being killed or eaten by animals. Talk about living in hell!

I remember thinking how terrible that experience must have been, but they’re on the show smiling, appearing to be happy and positive! I heard words tumble out of my mouth saying, “I’ve walked in my own desert of private hell. I don’t need anyone else’s desert to walk in.”

I may not know exactly what it must be like to be in a war and to cross a desert, but I’ve walked my desert and battled my own war -- a health war for my life. The assaults upon me are endless. My body is fighting worm invaders, bacterial menace, molds/fungi, and chemical agents (mercury fillings). Additionally there are external agents of environmental pollutants, toxins, and lifeless foods. To top it all off there is the factor of dealing with the psychological war of fighting a system that has their own agenda for participation. So, here again, Parasitopsych seems fitting.

In the midst of chaos what do I do? Sometimes do absolutely nothing or “regroup” my faculties. There are times when one has to sit and watch chaos; whether you want it or not, at one time or another, you’ll be forced to watch it and there is nothing you can do in the moment. Learn how to create your own silence and hear yourself breathe and hear your heart beat. In this silence, I’ve had to ponder upon how I got myself in this situation -- this terrible war that I've been battling. Was it ignorance, something forced upon me, a “spiritual contract” or what? When I dug deeper I got a better understanding of maybe “how” or my participation in this fiasco, I became less angry and could make better choices for myself. In doing so, this moved me closer into a place of peace in dealing with all of this.

If I could name one thing that has been the hardest, I’d have to say ambiguity. There are many things in life where one has to deal with ambiguous situations, but some situations are harder than others. I read a beautiful quote once which summed it up -- I don’t remember the exact quote but it was something like.

The hardest thing in life sometimes is to sit on your hands and wait. The ambiguity of waiting in silence is difficult.

The ambiguity for me was not so much about knowing about parasites or whatever, but the biggest ambiguity was when will it be over? In the beginning, I was very scared and didn’t know what to expect on top of other things that I was dealing with. When will this protocol or that protocol work? When will the hell be over? When will I be able to reclaim my life? When will there be peace on earth?

During these past few years I’ve been tested and pushed beyond my own fears that I didn’t know that I had within me. I’m not sure how I’ll view this later on other than knowing that “I made it” or “accomplished something” throughout the process. I’ve always been a strong person, but this experience has pushed me way beyond anything I’ve ever experienced or imagined. In doing so, I salute myself for the act of bravery for walking across my desert and fighting a war that I didn’t know that I was drafted for.

I’ve learned a lot, personally grown, and on the other end of crossing my desert I see an Oasis in the distance -- there is hope! I’ve also learned to accept that at some point in life everyone will be forced into a situation to fight a war of sorts – a physical, mental and spiritual one. The war could be Iraq, Sudan, homeland, health, big gov’t, you name it – war is war, and hell is hell!

In fighting the battle front and walking your own desert, it's about putting one foot in front of the other until you find your Oasis. This is a private battle that no one else can fight for you.

Beyond every desert there is an oasis.
Following every war there is peace.
Out of sound there is silence.
In redemption there is salvation.
From darkness shines Light!

Peace and the Best of Health!

DD