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If you are reading this post I am assuming that you are a "Truth Warrior" like I am.  After being an athlete all my life and ending up paralyzed in a hospital bed my wife and I soon realized that the medical establishment was a SCAM.  My life dangled in the balance yet the doctors had nothing to offer but useless drugs and ridiculous procedures which created the illusion that they were doing something when really they could do nothing.  In other words, my life was over!

But I prayed daily from my bed and I promised God that if he would allow me to recover I would do all I could to help others in the same situation.

The nurses told me that I was paralyzed and that I could not walk. I was so very depressed.  I cried a lot.  My wife came to the hospital to see me everyday and she brought me healthy food to eat such as grapefruit, home made yogurt, grapes, and water with sole' in it.  The hospital fed me orange juice, bread, cereals in milk and fish that had been frozen and tasted like it.  They also brought me deserts such as cakes and cookies.  That's when we knew something was wrong.

The man who shared the room with me had also had a stroke previously.  He could walk but had no memory.  He could not remember his own family members who came to see him.  He could not remember his own address. (I later found out that loss of memory was one of the side effects of Cholesterol lowering drugs which also causes Diabetes.)  We were seen by the same hospital physician and a student doctor.

At first all I could do was lay there.  I could not even talk.  I sounded like I had marbles in my mouth.  I tried to believe the nurses.  But a voice in the back of my head refused to accept what they were telling me.  Everyday the doctor and the student would come to my room.  Ask the man in the other bed a few questions the answers to which he could not give.  Then they would come to me and ask me to move my leg and my arm.  I would try but it felt like trying to move a rock with my mind.  It was not happening.

My wife who is a lovely person brought me healthy food everyday.  She also bathed me everyday despite the daily splashing that the nurses gave me.  I told my wife I had to get outside for some fresh air.  So my wife had to steal a wheel chair from another ward to take me downstairs where I could be outside and breathe fresh air.  My ward smelled like death.

All of this helped me to think more clearly and I decide one day to get out of bed and walk.  Nope.  I fell right down like a big oak tree.  I had no way to walk or pick myself up.  The man who had no memory ran over to me to help me.  He sat on me so that I would stay where I was until the nurses could get there.  I thought the whole scene was hilarious. There I was on the floor laughing as this fat man cried in desperation while sitting on me.

He called the nurses who rushed in and scolded me for trying to walk.  "Now Mr. Greenshield" one of them said "you know you can not walk."  The male nurses picked me up and put me back into the bed.  The next day I did the exact same thing and down I went to the floor.  Only this time the nurses were angry.  "You can not walk!"  They decided to put the rails on my bed to keep me in the bed.

My wife who is very soft spoken told them, you take those rails off.  If he wants to walk he will.  On my next try I was able to shuffle to a chair and sit down.  Later I could walk to the bathroom by myself by holding on to the wall.  I could brush my teeth.  I could even take a shower.

And then a light went on.  What if the medical people did not want me to get better?  After all the whole hospital depended on my paralysis and the other sick people to stay in business and for their jobs.  My wife and I began to ask the doctor some serious questions.  It became clear that he was more interested in my blood pressure than he was in my health.  I know you think they are the same thing?  You are wrong.  And that is why there are so many sick, fat and dying people because the people have been mislead into thinking the body's natural responses are the illness instead of an indication of dietary deficiencies.  We are not sick, we are starving.

We asked the good doctor about the treatments for brain damage and why I had a stroke in the first place and the use of supplemental vitamins and minerals. Then he let the cat out of the bag.  He did not believe in vitamins and minerals.  As far as he was concerned vitamins and minerals were useless.  He felt that they were a waste of money because they were "pissed" down the toilet.  And also admitted that he had no idea what caused my stroke.  Yet he prescribed 5 drugs all of which are dangerous and have terrible side effects.

After a few more questions which he could not answer he became frustrated and wanted me out of that hospital as fast as he could.  Two weeks after my stroke I walked out on my own two feet and began my recovery program at home based on my daily studies of naturopathic healing.

If you have any degenerative disease or chronic illness you will want to continue reading this forum where I will share with you all that we have learned about health and avoiding disease and the doctors who do not have a clue.  I have been banned by the mainstream forum in the U.K. for trying to share with the people what I have learned.  Somebody does not want you to know the truth about your own health. But the webmasters of this blog have been gracious enough to allow me to keep my promise to God.

I have my own forum where you can ask questions, blog where you can get free information and website where you can buy the supplements that me and my family use to keep ourselves healthy and away from the doctors.  I will try to write more every day if I have time.

If you do not want to survive don't listen to me.