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Cancer: A personal experience This is a tragic loss that my family experienced. It will be repeated time and time again so long as we (the patients and the doctors) give away our power to the pharmaceutical cartels and the medicine of death that they have unleashed upon us. My uncle was diagnosed with cancer in 1991, this is his story. He went to his doctor about an annoying cough, who referred him to the hospital for checks. They detected cancer, and recommended immediate chemotherapy. He was a young man, handsome and at the peak of his life, virtually a self made millionaire, with a beautifull young family of three, the youngest just four years old. I loved him. So did virtually everyone that knew him. He was an honest man who treated everyone with kindness and love. He was a deeply religious man too, who felt God in his heart and didn't seek Him in Mosques or from Mullahs. I used to work in London at that time for what was then called the Health Education Authorty, and drove up to Sheffield to give him an Air Ionizer, and encouraged him to breathe deeply as much as possible. At the time I was also a trained alternate therapist, and practised Shiatsu, Aromatherapy, Chi Gung and studied such things Parmayama and Tibetan Buddhism. My research into the cause of cancer at the time indicated that cancerous cells seemed to have a deficient electrical potential, and negative ions along with the chi and oxygen from the deep breathing were able to restore this potential. He had been admitted to an NHS hospital, though he could have gone private. He told me how happy he was with the staff, and he knew that the treatment that he would get was the best in the country. He had complete faith in the medical staff and the medicine..... The first chemotherapy session left him weakened, his hair turned white but he was allowed to go home. After another test, though in good health, he was recalled. At the hospital he seemed worried, said that they had told him it was going to be a lot worse this time. To chear him up, I told him a story about a barbarian that was admitted to a western hospital: "This barbarian was rough, tough and fearless man who had grown up in the jungle. The doctors told him that he needed a routine injection. 'What's an injection?' he asked someone, who explained that it was a machine with a needle at one end; 'the doctors push the needle into you all the way, then they pump this liquid with chemicals into you' as he mimicked the pumping jesture. The barbarian was shocked and frightened, just the thought of it made his heart sink. For the first time in his life he was freightened. He waited in complete fear. The nurses came to prepare his arm, he didn't look as he was lost in thought, waiting for the doctor. The nurse continued and started rubbing his arm. The barbarian was irritated with this, then he got angry and shouted 'Are you gonna keep fiddling with my arm or get on with this injection thing.' The nurse looked at him puzzled and replied 'I've done it!'." My uncle laughed and laughed, the biggest belly laugh that I or his eleven year old son had seen any one laugh, as he recognized himself in the story (we had grown up in the jungles of Kashmir, but had now become civilised!). "So you think I'm a barbarian then, do you!" he said when he managed to stop laughing. Still, he was no longer worried and kept laughing..... The treatment continued, and a few days later he died. Why did this happen? He was treated at possibly the finest hospital in the country, by qualified, ethical medical staff that did their best to cure him. Yet, he died. Poisoned. Why did they do it? Why did I let it happen? Though we had different beliefs, he trusted me and respected my judgement and my practices and may well have refused the chemotherapy if I had strongly warned against it. I didn't warn against it because I didn't know, and the doctors, who should have known, didn't know. The doctors are educated by a system that has indoctrinated a magical belief in the power of toxic pharmaceutical drugs to cure disease. They genuinely believed that putting more poisons into a sick body would cure it. At that time, some 14 years ago, cancer was a little less prevalent. Hopefully more and more physicians are aware of the dangers and warn their patients of the high risks and the natural alternatives to chemotherapy. His last words to my mum, his sister were "Come, lets go home, we used to eat figs there. The people here are good". He was either remembering his childhood in our village or talking about going to a different home, I don't know. What I do know is that it's not the people but the system that's not good. The eleven year old son that was at his bedside enjoying his laughter went onto medical school where he excelled and is now a doctor. After his death and at the funeral there was an intense outpouring of grief, my entire family wept, but there were no tears in my eyes, just anger. I think some 300 or so people attended his funeral, relatives and friends from all over the country, some from far off places like Canada came to grieve and pay their respects. My mum asked me why I didn't grieve, when I was close to him. I told her that they had killed him, which was the simple truth. Some years later, his brother was also diagnosed with cancer. He too died following chemotherapy, as have countless others since. If I knew then what I know now, my uncles may still be alive. The same goes for the physicians that treated them and that treated the countless others that have died directly as a result the toxic drugs that were administered. The knowledge about the real cause of cancer has been available since Dr Otto Warburg demonstrated that all forms of cancer have two basic conditions: lack of oxygen and acidosis. He got the Noble Prize in 1931 for his discovery of the cause of cancer. Cancer will not develop in cells that are well oxygenated and alkaline. But this knowledge has been ignored by the modern medical system, a system that is part of a multi-billion industry that profits by making people sick and then kills them. A system that indoctrinates and uses ethical, upright, often brilliant physicians to do its dirty work; a system that drugs the public and convinces it to believe that toxic drugs are the only way; a system that discourages traditional healing practices that have been successfully applied for thousands of years by labeling them as 'alternative'. As Glen Warner, M.D. said:
Daniel Reid gets to the heart of the problem:
The only real cure for tissue toxicity is to detox, to remove the toxins. Once the tissues have been cleansed, and the body's natural energetic, alkaline and oxygenated state established, all symptoms of toxaemia including cancer can disappear. The body heals itself; the job of the physician is to help this process. No artificial, toxic chemical can replace the bodies sophisticated and powerful immune system. Much of the functionality of our body and its immune system is not even understood by science, never mind duplicated by it. With the unprecedented increase in the levels of environmental pollution of the air, soil and water supply; the microwaves, cell phones and cell phone towers that are so harmful to the bodies energetic system; the poisons and junk in the foods that we consume, the incidence of cancer and other degenerative diseases has skyrocketed. We keep hearing lots of noises about the wonders of modern medicine orchestrated by the people running the pharmaceitical cartels. What we don't hear are facts like the success rate of toxic chemotherapy is below 5%. In other words over 95% of the patients are killed by it. These are some quotes from medical experts that have experience of Cancer and Chemotherapy. How many more people are going to slowly die before we wake up? How many more families will suffer before the paradigm changes? by James Khan
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