ENTRY #14 - Journal: 21 - 27 April '24
Sunday 21 April
Energy is low and I move very slowly. Going about my day in the house requires concentration and effort. The stairs are a hike. Cognitionwise I’m forgetting why I step into rooms.
Didn’t take sodium chlorite. Not well hydrated. Will go to the spring tomorrow.
Monday 22 April
Went to the spring this day. Very much in a bad state. Damage to my brain is the issue. It feels porous, and as though something’s occupying it, with prongs biting in at the top sides, and then the same pin constellation feeling at the top-back. These feelings have varied in severity but today it’s especially harsh. Feeling disassociated from my body. Arms are heavy, hands and forearms numb. In this state I make my march to the seafront - where the spring is. Balance is down such that I have to be careful in my step; holding onto handrails, slow going over rocks. It’s a fight to get there. One breath at a time.
The spring, which runs into a pool at the base of seafront cliff wasn’t as I’d seen online. A man there tells me it’s been a covered by rocks thrown by a storm; he’s there to sort this out. Despite this I’m still able to fill the bottles I’ve brought from a few trickles running off vegetation, and then one in a crack in the rock. Drinking it made the places in my head where this tech besets me throb better. I’m not hydrated so this has helped, and I find much respite in nature and the sea. Reality isn’t the same out here. Time doesn’t waste away, hope takes worry’s place.
Eventually I do need to get going. The trek back is as rough as the one there. One breath one step one prayer at a time. I’m not able to portray how bad this was. Now that I’m out of it, the recollections and emotions aren’t sufficiently present in my mind. I make it back to the shelter of home and drink the water with sodium chlorite drops. My head throbs better, and the unpleasant feelings up there fade back. My cells feel like they’re all being healed. My arms tingle with pins and needles as the life returns to them. The day’s ordeal is over.
Dr Love says that when you’re not hydrated properly, sodium chlorite (NaClO2) will counter detox. The reason being that, when taken without proper proportion to water, the effect of NaClO2 is to dehydrate. Prior to this day I found that NaClO2 would generally put a small strain on my body, and I realise that, though I’d been taking it at the prescribed dosages, this was because I was hardly ever properly hydrated. Taken correctly it feels so good, and the contrast so stark, that it’s only now that I realise I had been taking the stuff improperly all along.
Tuesday 23 April
Wake up with a start at 4am. I’m wide awake, all alert, and not getting back to sleep. My right shoulder and chest are both numb. In my arm I’ve got full movement but little sensation. Something’s up with my head. There’s this high-strung pressure - a blockage in my body - and I’ve got a feeling as though there are small leaks in my brain. That ominous off feeling is also back. “No no no no no no no please don’t let this be a stroke!” was about how I reacted to this, as I’m fighting and denying brutal thoughts of being rushed to hospital to have something fished out of my head. I come to terms with the prospect, throw on clothes, gear up, and call the emergency services. I get through to them fast and get asked a number of questions. No my vision is fine, no I’m not feeling confused, I’m not dizzy or unbalanced, I can raise both arms in the air and I don’t feel as though I’ve been hit in the head by a brick. So no I don’t need an ambulance and I’m not having a stroke after all. In the meantime my ‘am I having a stroke?’ google has yielded that there is such a thing as a ‘mini-stroke’, which apparently tends to pass after a couple of minutes. My symptoms don’t match those described, so it seems I’m going through something less than a mini-stroke. More assured I hit the MasterPeace and sodium chlorite. I don’t know if their concurrent administration is to be avoided but my risk averseness at this time is low. By God’s grace the pressure dissolves, the alertness wears away, and I become sleepy again. I’m awoken by the NHS a few hours later, who are ringing to check if I’m still alive. “Are you going to tell your GP about this?”, the lady on the phone asks.
“No”, I respond. Later I kicked myself for not adding: “but I will tell my Substack subscribers.” Would have been legendary.
Wednesday 24 April
I wake up again in the early hours with the same numbness of chest and shoulder and similar pressure block. It’s not as bad as last night and I didn’t die then so I’m less worried. I take sodium chlorite and go back to bed, and wake up to the postman banging on the door. I can feel the tech’s presence in my head. NaClO2 plus Himalayan salt to assist with hydration alleviates this apart from one hold out (like a small pin) in the top left of my head. Ate raspberries (anti-heavy metal) then puffed a roll-up (nicotine is anti-bioweapon), and it withdrew.
Another thing to add was that when I drank water, my mind immediately became way quieter. Like zoned in. Energy was good that day - way better than it had been over the previous few - and was until I took essential oils on an empty stomach - whereupon I became hazy and felt tiredness set into my legs. Not certain why that happened. Going to remove clove oil temporarily - not certain the stuff I have is pure.
Thursday 25 April
Vaccinated parents got back from being away. As they came into the kitchen, the feeling like I had two things boring into the top sides of my head came back. I found my memory of a conversation that I’d had with my mother five days prior had essentially vanished. ‘Did I tell you about so and so?’ I went. ‘Yes you said this and that.’ Not normal to have forgotten this.
My finger dexterity, especially that of my left hand, is down. Like what would devastate the abilities of a violinist. Sensation in my fingertips is reduced as well. That’s been with me for a couple of day but I’ve only just realised because I thought that something was different about my skin. Acquired kombucha for my gut.
Friday 26 April
Thoughts are way cleaner in the morning in comparison to how they were yesterday. After noshing on some bread, however, that happy state waned, and the sensation of things at the top of my head came back. My supposition is that the parasites liked what they were fed. Tummy wasn’t terribly appreciative either. My energy, however, is far better than it was yesterday and I’m feeling a bit more able behind the keyboard - so recovery of my brain has taken place. To speak of other problems, I’m noticing in myself a lag time in my responses in conversation. I’m seeing this in others as well - why I’m not hearing people complain about how stupid they’re feeling I can’t fathom. I asked somebody to text me their email address and instead of doing it, they took the time to explain that they would do in later because they were going to bed, and then sent me further correspondence after that. This cannot be normal.
Ensuring that I was properly hydrated before taking sodium chlorite felt again really good - the stuff was very definitely healing me.
Saturday 27 April
Didn’t sleep well and wake up with a general numbness. Didn’t have full circulation so leg is fairly immobile. When I had problems with my heart I couldn’t get away with a poor night’s sleep. The same is true for problems with the brain. Last night I overfed in the evening and stayed up late. I realise greater caution is needed.
Day-to-day decision-making systems are impaired. Things which usually run on autopilot I’m having to steer manually. As an example - I got stuck washing rice today, and had to break that particular loop consciously lest I’d continue indefinitely. This is the sort of function in my brain that’s been bugging. I’ve been glitching in indecisiveness, forgetting why I walked into rooms, not forgetting to get off at the right bus stop needs more focus, as does making sure I’ve got all my things before leaving the house. At the gym I took my shoes off in a way I never usually do. I’ve caught glimpses of confusion.
Ate a couple of spoonful’s of raw honey. Tummy liked it, which I had been anticipating, but I didn’t expect to feel a healing effect to the front of my brain. Hoping to get hold of some more of this.
Went to a birthday party in the evening – held at some city drinking establishment. Haven’t been eating loads lately so upon arrival I was in this fasted zen-state where the club’s music bounced off me with little effect on my emotions, apart from sounding quite funny. After drinking coconut water, however, I lost this shield and left greatly depleted in energy. I realised last year when I began to suffer from cardiac issues that I’ve got this vaccine technology in me. I would feel prickling and tiny electric-shock pains, but in terms of physical discomfort, these sensations were never more than a nuisance and with the exception of the odd, minor instance, it’s only been recently that I’ve had sensations of this stuff working as a networked, collected body. On the regretful bus journey back this stuff made its greatest emergence yet. Waking up in my left ankle, as though a life-form in itself, it began to creep as a tendril up my calf and the back my leg, and into my thigh. Elsewhere in my body, most prominently my limbs, I felt emergences as though dormant insect hives were rousing from slumber.1 I don’t remember the full dramatic details of its route after it got to my thigh, but I remember hoping that it wouldn’t get to my heart. Along with what I’ve thus described it enmeshed my gut, set in on my head, and later that night activated at the top of my chest and sat in my lungs. But since you’re reading this, however, I have lived to tell the tale.
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This comes across as a bit too extreme. Maybe imagine an organism between bacteria and insect.