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Charlatans MLMs and con artists

Charlatans, MLMs and con artists

Watch out for the monsters lurking in the shadows. Be wary of those who whisper secret remedies able to cure your maladies. Remember good intentions spoken by sweet people can be poison. They may wish love, health and happiness, but if they have been bitten by the snake and poisoned with its oil, they will harm you.

Tearing their teeth through your skin they will pump venom into your blood. At first you will not notice the harm that is being done. The stars you see will trick you into believing their remedies are setting you free. Eventually you will see how dizzy you have become.

For some this is a terrible problem, because with the wrong treatment their life will be done. Often the weak and wounded have a window to take treatment, once that opportunity passes so too may their chances.

Charlatans love the sick and vulnerable

People suffering the horrible hell of cancer and other terrible illnesses are often targeted by monsters of various breeds. MLMs, charlatans and con artists blind themselves to the villainy of their awful actions by cannibalizing what little these innocent people have to live with.

The healthy monster does not understand how frightening the throb of finality can be. All they know is simple pleasures and little fears. They cannot fathom the horror of death knocking at their door.

These monsters attack the hope of the hurting by screaming and lashing out against science. They demand equal treatment for their make believe medicines, lying, cheating and taking advantage of the desperate and hurting. The MLMs, charlatans and con artists help themselves to what little money, time and life these people have left.

Take a stand against the Con Man

When I witness these horrid things I have to take a breath, step back and meditate on the sight I am seeing. It is a setting that makes me sad, especially since I know there is so much it. My insides burn and boil as I return from the tranquility of my inside zones. My soul hurts because I know there is too much of it. I know if I tried to stop all of it my mind would be driven mad.

I would lose my sanity because it is not the role of one man. It should be the goal of the community. As people we ought to vilify these monsters for what they are. Those who prey on the sick and dying are disgusting. They are a blight on our beautiful world.

Empathy is the key that will set our World Free

I believe many of our problems can be solved with empathy. So few take the time to imagine the plight of another. Far too often people want to focus on how terrible their own life is, thinking others can’t possibly understand. This opens a terrible door, it is the gateway to becoming a monster, an absolutely shitty human being.

I’m going to let you in on a secret. The truth is, life hurts. It hurts really bad and for most of us it only gets worse. My life has been pretty damn terrible and most days I feel horrible. Its a challenge to breathe, I can’t feel huge areas of my body, it burns and hurts in ways I can’t describe. I have no health insurance and I have cancer. It would be easy to say life sucks, cause in many ways it does.

With that said, my pain is no worse than yours. Pain is a subjective experience. Though we may use a 10 scale, we don’t experience each number the same way.

Instead of being incapacitated by the pain I use it to be the better version of myself. I know what it is like to hurt and I know others hurt too. Its a reminder to always empathize and be fair to my fellow humans. It is the ultimate levy against becoming a shitty person.

You can use it too. We can all use empathy to think about how our actions or statements would feel if said or done to us.

Treat others how You want to be Treated

If you had a serious illness would you want to be bombarded with expensive, unproven methods claiming to cure or control your disease? When faced with the cold hard truth you want what works. Science saves lives and personal advocacy will protect you from the monsters of the world.

So when you see the MLMs, charlatans and con artists selling snake oil speak up. There is a good chance you are saving someone from a terrible amount of suffering.

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It can be hard to love life, especially when we are feeling pain. We fight and scream, kick and punch, battling to hold it at bay. The agony can make us angry, sad and afraid, and that’s OK. The feels you feel are the right ones to feel. Be angry, sad and afraid. But, know there is light at the end of the road. When the sun rises and lights up the land, it will warm our skin and show us a new day is about to begin.

 

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Permission to Feel

Our lives are saturated with so many sensations; being in and out of love, feeling unstoppable and stuck, fearless and fearful. Sometimes we are in the throes of pleasure or pain, lost or losing ourselves in the moment.

When dreary discomfort overcomes us, we can look lovingly at life. Open our beaten and blackened eyes to see the light, a sight that lightens our load and lifts us to a state of delight.

However sometimes our eyes are not easily opened. The world will punch and kick and beat us to a pulp. It will pound us when we fall and it will stomp us on the ground. Our eyes are hard to open when bruised and swollen. They are hard to open when dreary discomfort overcomes us, in these moments its hard to look lovingly at life.

It’s ok, its alright to lay with your eyes closed. Your eyes don’t always need to see this grand light. You don’t need to be positive and joyous every moment of every day. The brilliance of the sun comes and goes, when the dark of night finds us it’s time to slow, to sleep and rest.

To be positive when it’s time to embrace the negative, is like suffering a migraine in the midst of bright light.

Do what is right for you right now. Tend to the darkness when it is time. Love the feels even as they hurt. Embrace the experience of the experience.

Give yourself permission to feel,
what you feel.

Hold onto the light

The Glory of Hope

Sometimes we hear or see something that rattles us so deeply we experience physical pain. This week I experienced this kind of heart wrenching insight.

To be inspired like this is rare and beautiful. Opening your heart, allowing the feels of another to settle on your spirit.  I felt the vines of my inside zones grow and twist around my spine, reaching to my brain, planting itself deeply into my mind.  Listening and feeling the journey of others, I lost myself in their eyes. For a moment I could taste their world, feel their wind against my flesh and breath their air.

There are definitive moments when our life changes. When the leafy roots of another intertwine ours, wrapping their life force around and infiltrating our soil.

These thoughts are not romantic ramblings, they are a reflection on life. An expose on the wonder and awe of existence, how each of our lives intertwine.

A week of experiences culminated to the most beautiful moment. I held my Acre, my soft, loving cat in my arms as he slowly fell asleep. As I petted him I thought about how I had never held him in a such a way. How much I will miss him when he passes. How much I love him.

The world is a hard place, so dark and dreary. It is horrific in many ways, sometimes it feels like there is no end to the evil, terror and pain. So much cruelty enacted upon others, so much flesh torn and ripped, it is easy to fall prey to the idea, that our world is a nightmare.

There is more than darkness, more than unyielding agony, more than all-consuming fear. Look about the room and you will see a simple golden light. With this light we can have faith there is good in the world, beauty in life and a purpose to the pain. Hold it tightly and don’t let go. Hold on to the light for it will give you Hope that you will feel love, life and the glory of goodness.

 

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Cold Air of Cancer

Every choice we make has a price, from the softest simplest decisions to actions of incredible magnitude. When it comes to cancer the prices are inflated, no matter what we do, we will feel a great amount of agony. Although we can’t escape the agony we can influence how much pain we are willing to pay to live. If you have never faced the big decisions of life and death, treatment or no treatment these concepts are truly impossible to understand. You might be able to fantasize about what you would or wouldn’t do, but that’s all they are, fantasies.  I hope you never have to face the cold air of cancer to discover what you would actually do.

Lets dial it back a notch and imagine a simpler, easier place. Imagine laying on your comfortable bed, as you stretch and sprawl out you hear a soft pop.  Now there is some slack in the fitted sheet beneath you because its has come loose from the corner.  You lay there for a moment, you could get up and remake the bed and sure it might make the experience more comfortable, but you are going to lose the comfort you currently have. If it is a chilly morning you are guaranteed to experience the cold air outside your comfortable cocoon. In a lot of ways this is how cancer is.  It sucks that the bed is slowly unraveling. However, if you try and fix it, you are guaranteed to lose something you currently have.

I love the warmth of my bed in the morning, feeling those soft clean linens around my body feels fantastic. Poking my  foot into the cold air, then slowly sliding it under the warm blanket is such a magical sensation. This comparison reminds me of the first day I started coughing up blood. I was nestled in my bed, comfortably relaxing within my blanket burrito. The comfort slowly slipped away as I started coughing and hacking. Though I knew something bad was happening, I dreaded to see exactly what. My reluctance to reach into the cold air outside my cocoon has paralleled many terrifying moments of my cancer journey.  There is peace not knowing. However there is horror in it too.  Eventually a time comes when we are forced to face our misfortune and endure the cold air of our cancer.

When the time comes for you consider moving from your perfect pocket of warmth, ask yourself a few questions. What is the goal, what will you gain from this, what will it cost and will it be worth the sacrifice? In the journey of cancer we all have to a price to pay, that price isn’t in money, it is in pain. How much pain are you willing to pay to live?

When we get up to fix the sheets it comes with a fair amount of discomfort. We have to give some to get some. With cancer it is much harsher, you have to give a lot to maybe get a lot. It is a gamble, the bed you make might not be the one you want to sleep in. Whatever you decide it is your choice, no one else can or should make it for you. When everything is said and done, you suffer with the consequences of your action or inaction. Whichever decision you make it comes with a hefty price, and when it comes to cancer there are no small prices to pay.

The cold air can haunt your dreams

Years ago when I first wrote this it was after having a nightmare.  My sleepy time tunes should have been terrific, instead they were terrifying.  My night time slumber land was wracked with terrible feels and dream sights.

The dark dream was set in my home. A terrible rain roared above, like a waterfall thick droplets soaked my roof. There was so much water the house couldn’t keep up and so it began to pour into the attic and drip through the ceiling.  The floor was covered in water and my basement was flooding.  Everything was falling apart. No matter how much I worked to save my house it continued to fill.

I can remember distinctly feeling like no matter what I did, no matter what changes I made, the effects of the water would remain.  There were moments in the dream when I was outside my house looking inside. I was both inside and outside at the same time. My outside-self watched as I fought the torrential downpour as it obliterated my home. As I watched I considered my options, I could let the rain do its thing and then reenter the home like nothing happened, or I could cut out the bad parts and treat the remaining wood with chemicals.

I was afraid of cutting it up and spraying it with chemicals, because I wasn’t sure if I could handle that stress. Could I walk away from the home? Maybe instead I could just do nothing and let nature take its course?  I knew with this kind of damage there was no way I could permanently fix it.  I didn’t want to leave my home, yet at the same time I didn’t want to continuously struggle to fix it.  Its a daunting task, especially when its destined to be destroyed.  My home would be uncomfortable to live in with the warped floors and wet ceilings, but that life would be better than to have it cut up and gutted.

Sometimes our dreams process our fears and thoughts.

Our dreams grant us the opportunity to explore our world in another way. Its a time when we can see our life with the insight of our sleepy time eye. This nightmare was a reflection of the cold air outside of my blanket. I had just completed chemotherapy, the harm it had done was horrible and I was afraid of enduring it again.

The symbols in the dream were obvious, even within the first few minutes of waking up I knew what they represented. The water was the cancer and my home was my body.  The dream was a conversation with myself, a dialogue between the deepest depths of my inside zones and the outer layers of my personality. It was an internal conversation and contract with myself to never again endure the horror of chemotherapy.

Make the right decisions for you and only you

It all comes down to making the right decisions for you. We all have to decide how much we are willing to endure. At what point are you done dealing with the hell of hardship? Is there a point when you call it quits and when you reach that point, what will you do?

No matter what you decide, select your treatment with considerable thought.  How you will feel afterwards.  What are you giving up to live, how much life do you need to have the experiences you want, and who’s wants are you following?

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Experiencing Life, Experiencing Cancer

While experiencing life I have faced all sorts of challenges.  Some have been OK but most have been terrible, that’s the nature of the journey.  If cancer were a super fun time, then people would be taking summer vacations to visit.  That’s not to say that there aren’t good things about it, it is just not the most fun adventure.

Sometimes we forget this disease is a part of our life, it is an experience, life by its very nature is meant to be explored.  From time to time we need to take a breath and calm down, look at our lives and think about what we are going through. Perhaps ask ourselves if we want more from our existence than the pursuit of survival?

I don’t want to live just to survive, I don’t fight to defeat the monster inside me.   I am here on this beautiful earth to experience life, to create a legacy and to do something that improves the value of existence for others.  The pain, agony and finality of my cancer reminds me of the limited time we have on this world.  It reinforces my resolve to pursue my passions, achieve my dreams and live life by my terms.  Instead of heeding the wishes of my disease.

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December 6, 2016. Complain and let go of some pain

December 6, 2016

I know of no words that can effectively express the sensations i am experiencing. My body hurts in so many alien ways it is difficult to find peace or even the eye of the storm. But at least I have my fancy bag of tricks to find my way back to the boat. I put myself back at a time when I was in a healthier, stronger place. The energy of then, invigorates me now. It fills me with a good reminder of the healthy life on its way. That there are no such things as good and bad experiences, only opportunities for greater wisdom.

The world is a beautiful place. Filled with so much wonder and awe. Laying here i feel that more than ever before. Every moment is a reminder that every moment should be treasured.

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