About Lewis, And About "Cancer"

[Note: This post was written a few weeks ago, never completed. It is being posted today, June 14, though I am in Spain. What I describe here took place in the past. CF]

Round one was a few days ago. Lewis came running proudly with a chipmunk in his mouth. I was on the phone with Dr. Stoller, who suddenly heard an otherworldly scream on my end of the phone. It had to be like that—that kind of scream—else the cat won’t be startled enough to drop his prey. It succeeded. The chipmunk was moving his limbs as though in slow motion, which I interpreted as trauma. Then he picked up speed and disappeared into an excellent hole in the ground.

“He got away, that’s what matters,” Dr. Stoller said.

Round two was this morning.

I was sitting at the table I’ve set up to work outside, Lewis came running with another small animal in his mouth, (a rodent.) He took it into the bushes and I had one of the best ideas I’ve had in a long time. I quickly picked up a blue mason jar from the steps and aimed it at the old table Lewis was crouching under. It smashed perfectly against the edge and Lewis, shocked by the sound, dropped the rodent, who scurried to safety.

Lewis looked at me like: “What is your problem?”

“My problem, Lewis,” I replied, “is that I am projecting my own trauma memories of being hunted onto you. So I side with your prey.”

He sat down in the grass.

(Truth is, he did not look at me like “What is your problem?” I just made that up. He seems to never be upset with me. That’s what Lewis is like.)

“Every time one gets away, Lewis,” I explained, “I get away too.”

I started cleaning up the glass, and Lewis climbed into his basket.

Which brings me to the good news I am remiss for not having shared weeks ago. Many weeks ago.

Here it is:

Lewis’ tumor, which I was told was cancer, months ago, has all but dissolved. I’ve been applying the DMSO, colloidal silver, chlorine dioxide, and occasionally castor oil regularly for several weeks. The growth began to bleed and ooze. But then it would collapse a little, dry up, and seem to be smaller. Suddenly one day, it was down to the circumference of a lima bean—about 1/5 of its original size. And no more oozing. His body was absorbing it!

I was given the confidence to try this, after a consultation with Amandha Volmer, whose detoxification seminar, (hosted by Dr. Andy Kaufman) my friend Diana and I had attended 2 months ago. I knew much of what she spoke of in that seminar, but I’d never tried anything on my cats—and DMSO was always one of my weak links. I never understood its power before. Here’s Amandha’s book, Healing With DMSO, which can be read in 1-2 hours. If you don’t have DMSO, you may want to get some, before they try to ban it.

If you or your animals need help with a health issue, you can book a consultation with Amandha here.

No matter whatever else befalls us, I (WE) know how to break down and dissolve a growth I was told was cancer, in a cat.

I’m not only writing about my cat, of course, but all of your cats, and potentially dogs. Maybe other animals as well. These were the things I used, applied 1-3 times daily as a poultice:

DMSO (mixed with a dab of aloe vera gel)

Chlorine Dioxide (applied and occasionally ingested)

Colloidal Silver (sprayed on)

Urine (mine, applied as poultice)

Also: Got tougher on food, eliminated junk food.

The feeling one gets when one can heal and reverse a tumor naturally is truly joyous.

Thank you all for your support and love and please forgive me, for not telling you sooner. In that same post, I also described my own chronic illness, diagnosed as many things, including Lyme. I’ll report back on this when I truly have clarity. One thing that is clear, at last, is that I’m not de-toxing because my nervous system, pituitary, etc is too damaged. I’m focusing on healing past traumas. How to do this is a big question.

But everybody here is part of how I go in the right direction each day, away from traumatic memory, toward new shores, new memories that are positive, new messages about myself that can displace old ones.

I don’t mean to sound cloying, but it means the world to me, and I thank you in my heart all the time.