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Herb's avatar

I was a patient of Dr. Nicholas Gonzalez for over 20 years. He had THE cure for cancer, having treated mostly successfully thousands of people, including this writer with no chemo, no radiation, no pharmaceuticals.

Yet his NCI sponsored trial was manipulated by the feds and Columbia University to discredit, and ultimately destroy him, leaving him a disillusioned man who passed away not long after he was destroyed by the medical establishment.

He did write a detailed analysis of how the feds sabotaged his trial - a book well worth reading called What Went Wrong.

This is a tragic pattern happening over and over and over again.

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Dr. Buttar’s sudden passing is so sad, but his ‘last interview’ that he gave with Laura Lynn this week, that I just finished listening to, was so uplifting. His message to all of us was that we all have ‘free will’ and our need to exercise that ‘free will’.

We can choose bad or good, wrong or right, who we will listen to and follow (or not) what we hear. He also shared of his faith in God.

He related a story of how he had a close call “with The Creator” when he was so sick last December and saw God and “wanted just to go home”. God told him he wasn’t ready yet, that he still had work to do. Well I guess this week was his time to go.

I will share the poem I ‘wrote’** when my Dad passed away when he was 57, the same age your were, Dr. Buttar, when you crossed over this past week.

Dorsey’s Poem

Fear naught my friends for I have not left you.

I shall be with you always; in your hearts and in your minds.

For having the pleasure to have known and touched you,

I have been rewarded the precious gifts of love and friendship,

Gifts neither time nor space can come between.

So now, as my soul wings towards the heavens,

Rejoice in life and loving,

For I have been set free.

CW 1982

** I was ‘given’ this poem by my Dad, after he passed in the days before his memorial service. I sat at his desk, late at night and the words flowed into my head, through my hands, down through the pen and onto the paper. My Dad’s name was Dorsey. 🙏🏻💓

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