ENTRY #15 - Journal: 28 April - 4 May '24
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Sunday 28 April
I wake up in one piece after last night’s drama not in a recovered, but certainly an improved condition to the one I went to bed in. Fast forward to the evening and I hit the tobacco after supper and score a massive recession of the previous night’s emergence. In the places where the tech had taken a hold, I got the sensation that many minuscule switches or connection points, were sparking off, disconnecting and deactivating. I felt this most prominently in my lower left leg from whence yesterday’s emergence wormed upwards but also in my arms, hands and head. A positive heat in the left of my abdomen emerged, and I was caused to flinch by what felt like an insect scuttling under my sleeve but was actually a movement underneath my skin; I made this to be a deactivation of sorts. Additionally, I found that there is still, as was the case this time last year, something stuck inside my ear.
I was really happy with this result and practically declaring victory in this long fight of mine, thinking I was going to smoke my way downhill all the way to detox. But for whatever reason, this big deactivation was almost immediately followed by a strong nanotech counteroffensive. What began with prickling in my heart turned into an emergence in my chest (I didn’t make a full record of details, but I imagine there would have been other emergences elsewhere in my body) which placed a constriction on my breathing. At this point I was sat inside and able to detect a just about discernible, high frequency whistling in my head.
Looking back to 2020, I remember us locked-down university students being sat in our dorm rooms and hearing the same ringing-whistle that I was hearing now. It was barely discernible, nothing would have been made of it if it were a one-off, but it kept sounding again and again and we all verified with one another that we weren’t imagining it. Coronavirus was a 5G thing, and these occurrences fell roughly in line with the point at which our noses’ smelling facility stopped working.1 I learnt from Dr Love, who as I understand, learnt this from reading the relevant patents, that this technology links up with the telecommunications infrastructure. So with all these dots connecting in my head I dashed upstairs to jump on my grounding sheet (for its EMF repellency), swigged some NaClO2, and opened the laptop to make a record of what was happening. The emergence itself felt pretty large but in comparison to the previous day’s attack it wasn’t as great, so I felt that to be progress.
Monday 29 April
Sensation returned to limbs shortly after waking up. The end of this pattern will be a good marker of progress.
Hit the sodium chlorite then meditated afterwards, giving my body instructions to receive the medicine into its cells whilst doing so. I sat down to do 20 minutes but felt so positive for it that I went on for some time longer. Various centres of my brain switched into regeneration gear, tension released in places I didn’t know it was present, and I felt what I can describe as this fine, subcutaneous fizzy-water sensation all around my body. Whether that was nanotech knockout, bacteria death, or cellular repair I don’t know - probably all three. I can tell, however, that one of the more prominent places where this technology is sitting in me is the region where my chest meets my neck, a typical zone of occupation as I gather from Dr Love. She says a small amount of castor oil rubbed on the chest helps to draw it out. When I first read this I assumed that such a method wouldn’t make a great deal of difference - at that time I’d no sense of the technology being present there, but I’d be interested in doing it now. Extracting the technology from my chest would be a significant win, and I also wonder if the same method could be applied to the neck area, another occupation centre I’ve registered.
To regenerate my brain I realise that I’m going to have to make a thing of regular exercise, so today I went on a run; two miles - up and down the hill. Additionally I’m thinking that memory exercises will be necessary to get my brain back in gear. I’ve got a book on this subject and have never given its teachings a proper go, now’s a good time to get round to this.
Getting tired stupidly early. The effect of food is like that of alcohol’s. After meals I find it a good deal harder to control myself, then I get put into a haze. I’m reminded of the time I returned from Thailand tropically ill and thinking I was going to stay a zombie forever after however many hours in transit. From what I’m going through now I realise that what I suffered from then was in part the effects of radiation.
Changing my routine to just using MasterPeace when I’m ready to go to sleep. Feels wasteful to not use it on the grounding sheet which maximises its effects.
One last thing for today - I’ve been feeling disconnected and isolated from others. I intend to write a greater description of this matter in a different piece.
Tuesday 30 April
Woke up unrested with head/brain trouble again. Meditated after taking NaClO2. Didn’t manage to achieve the same effect this time but oh well. Went on my brain-regenerating run, then had breakfast in the afternoon and felt like going to sleep. Took milk thistle, turmeric, and apple pectin, supplements I’ve been neglectful of despite having them in my possession. Turmeric is an anti-inflammatory, milk thistle a liver cleanser, and apple pectin has been observed to work wonders in the gut - one study finding it better at killing colon cancer cells than chemotherapy - as well as being used to treat people in the wake of the Chernobyl disaster. Click here for more apple pectin propaganda.
Wednesday 1 May
Wake up and I’m unable to move my right arm but the function is restored before much alarm can set in.
Take sodium chlorite at 2 drops:750ml of water, plus an extra glass of water with Himalayan salt to top up on hydration which I find has an activating sort of effect. Feel my cells opening up and there’s a tickling at the top of my head - it’s working.
Beef curry was on the menu last night. An acidic sort of meal and I could feel my body’s environment change to one more hospitable to my unwelcome guests. I’m liable to correction here, but I’m thinking that the body can shift between alkalinity and acidity more readily than what was my default, unconscious assumption - which was a slower transition between states following a consistent pattern of input. Our bodies are like instruments that need to be played with practiced skill in order to detox.
In a voice note to her Telegram channel Dr Love spoke of the connectedness of humans via our hearts, which happen to have more nerve endings than our brains. In learning this, I realise that the reason I’m feeling isolated and disconnected from others is because this technology is occupying my heart. Get rid of it and I can be back to normal.
Against my conscience, I ate some dates, like the rehydrated processed variety with preservatives in. As soon as I’d done this the tech activated. Felt like it was chewing, wiring in as it arrested my chest. This is dramatic writing but the sensations have fortunately been growing milder.
Took MasterPeace and it acted way better than usual, like a vial of sci-fi magic, the sort of thing you’d expect to find in the hospital bay of an advanced civilisation’s space ship. Dancing, rushing sensations went up and around the back of my head and neck, as though the stuff was deactivating a network of silver wires.
Thursday 2 May
Woken up by a thunderstorm only a couple of hours after going to sleep. Felt harnessed into its electrical field by virtue of the apparatus in me. Took more MasterPeace and went back to sleep not long afterwards.
My energy that day moved at slow motion levels but I think my condition is nevertheless improving. Hands are getting a bit warmer with some fingers being warmer than others, as opposed to just all of them being cold. Fairly sure that there’s an improvement in my fingernail capillary refill.
Friday 3 May
Awake from a reasonable night’s sleep without numbness. Took NaClO2 first thing and felt a bit strained after making myself drink two glasses. The error was using quantity as my measure, rather than how it made me feel. Lesson learnt.
Did battle with my writing today. My abilities aren’t as they were. Have to march through the sentences one at a time.
Drank kefir at lunchtime. Had a funny feeling about it but thought ‘whatever’. The tech then emerged in my arms, gut, brain, and liver.
That evening I hoped MasterPeace would target my heart, a place where I don’t usually feel its effects, but also where the tech’s presence had been more prominent that day. My hopes were fulfilled and it felt like the supplement was burrowing in to where I’d requested it to action. It was cool, and a relief, to have my body do what I’d asked of it, though slightly sobering to have had such a strong sensation of the zeolite burrowing in, digging out invaders.
Saturday 4 May
Time passes as though in wakeful sleep. One moment I’m in one place, the next I’m in another. Days and weeks go by like nothing. I scrambled to record this thought before it could escape my mind. It’s as though being trapped in a dream from which I must free myself.
Tummy is not in the game. Bloating after meals and feeling full but still hungry, for not absorbing nutrients, are the troubles we can speak of.
Tobacco good:
EMF bad:
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ENTRY #16 - Journal: 5 - 11 May '24
Sunday 5 May Dinner last night, said I’d only have a drop. The evening ends and I’ve got five used wine glasses lined up in front of me, but I’m feeling surprisingly better than what I worried might come of this - perhaps my constitution isn’t as hampered as I’d thought. My brain never had an acid feeling to it as well; an improvement from the last time …
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ENTRY #14 - Journal: 21 - 27 April '24
This Substack Is About Covid Vaccine Detox is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. 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 roo…
Not the Chinese international student. He had lost his sense of smell as a child, recovered it briefly when we lost ours, then lost it again.