My first memory of questioning the societal status-quo: I sat in front of my computer - Windows XP was the operating system, internet explorer was my browser- reading a Wikipedia article on some type of chronic skin disease, maybe dermatitis. As I read the prevalence statistics towards the bottom of the article a a horrific realization came over me: “Wait if 3% of people have this disease… and then there are tons of other disease with 2% or 3%… if I add it all together, almost everyone is sick. This can’t be right. This can’t be the way things are meant to be!”

I was eight or nine years old.

The idea that health should be viewed as the natural state of life was instinctive to me as a child. No one influenced me to come to that realization. Most of my family, including both my parents, tow the “trust your doctor” party-line. I’ve always felt a revulsion towards the contemporary medical system.

As I grew older, I experienced my cross: treatment resistant depression, fatigue, mood instability, skin issues, and on and on. Every time I brought a symptom to the priests of the medical establishment, I was treated as if my sickness was an inevitable occurrence and that malaise was causeless or I had been predetermined to suffer due to my “genetics”.

When I developed dandruff, a dry and itchy scalp, I was given Head and Shoulders shampoo to chemically kill fungus on my head. No one thought to ask why a 12 year old’s scalp was dry and full of fungus.

When keratosis pilaris broke out over my upper arms and thighs, the dermatologist shrugged and gave me a cream. The cream didn’t work. I was told the condition was “genetic.” No one investigated why my pores were clogging up with bodily waste.

When I developed gynocomastia - the humiliating condition of growing breast tissue as teenager- at the age of 13, the pediatrician shrugged and said “maybe it will go away.” There was no interest in exactly why that happened. It was all chalked up to these mystical “genetics.” So not only am I completely humiliated, but now I’m being gas-lit into saying that this is just who I am.

When it became apparent I was grinding down my teeth at night, the condition known as bruxism, the dentist gave me a piece of plastic to put in my mouth every time I go to sleep. The mouth guard caused my jaw to start popping. According to the orthodoxy, teeth grinding was apparently incurable; there was no need to search for a cause. Maybe it’s genetic as well.

When I finally admitted to my parents I was suffering from severe depression I was told to go to a psychiatrist. I answered a questionnaire and a man prescribed me libido killing SSRIs in 15 minutes. Fifteen minutes was all it took to decide to put a chemical in my body. I felt numb. I was told I had a chemical imbalance… maybe it was “genetic” and that’s all there was to it. No one really cared to investigate why these mystical chemicals were imbalanced.

All the doctors were concerned about was finding the ICD and HCPCS codes to bill my insurance. Not contemporary medical provider has ever made me feel like I’m cared about as a person.

Of course these are only symptoms I can actually go to a doctor for. I probably couldn’t even get in the door if I talked about more ephemeral things like lack of concentration, anhedonia, mood instability, fatigue, and restlessness. If I did manage to get through, I likely would have been instructed to take another pill.

As I got older, I continued to struggle with severe, crippling depression and other health issues. Over this time, my belief that health is the natural state of man, and that all these conditions are curable, has never wavered. I was 11 years old when depression took control of my mind. I was 12 when I had my first experience with suicidal ideations. My entire youth and young adulthood was completely wrecked by depression. The joy in every developmental milestone and life achievement was stolen from me. Almost every day has been an internal struggle against an invisible occupier in my body and mind. I struggled towards health only to slip and fall back into the depths of mental anguish over and over again. I kept getting up though.

In the process of searching for a path towards health, I began to come across information pointing to problems in our food and water. Fluoride, an industrial waste byproduct, was near-ubiquitous in the tap water I drank and bathed in. Deodorant had aluminum and other hormone disrupting chemicals; I had been applying it directly to my lymph nodes. Food was full of carcinogenic additives that causes a myriad of deleterious effects on the body. Female birth control hormones were present at measurable concentrations in the water supply. Bread is leavened with bromide, a toxic halide. It goes on and on…

And it has all been done by design.

When I was 14 I learned that planes fly in the air above my head each day spreading toxic “chem-trails” that block out the sun and pollute the soil and air.

Perhaps my genetics were not at cause for my health ailments. Maybe, just maybe, the massive quantity of toxic chemicals introduced into the food, air, and water brought me into a state of disease.

I had to live with both the effects of long-term chronic poisoning and the knowledge of the great evil at work in the world. It was so hopeless watching the planes fly overhead and blue skies disappear day after day, knowing there was nothing I could say to most people about what was happening. I would have been dismissed as crazy. It was hopeless knowing that I had to bathe in poisoned water and navigate around poisoned food.

My life was wrecked. I lived almost every day in a state of extreme mental distress that I had to swallow, put a mask on, and struggle through to present myself as a functioning person in the world. I saw evil at work all around me, and there were few who would even speak about it let alone oppose it.

By the grace of God, things have changed.

Today, the nominee for the Secretary of the Department of Health and Human Services, a sprawling bureaucracy with a $1.2 trillion dollar budget, is Robert F. Kennedy Jr. This man has publicly spoke out against water fluoridation, toxic additives to food, and even chem-trails. He has made it explicit that his number one goal is to end the poisoning.

My words are inadequate to describe the magnitude of the socio-political-spiritual earthquake that is about to occur. It’s not only possible to have a government that will stop the poisoning of the world -it’s probable! Thank God! What we are witnessing is beyond glorious. I have the privilege of perspective here, knowing how dark things were back in the early 2010s. The technocratic surveillance state was on the march, seemingly unopposed. Many don’t realize how blessed we are to be presented with a different path.

I don’t know the full extent of the crimes that were committed against the world over the course of the 20th and early 21st centuries. But I can take my own experience -nearly two decades of suffering, shame, and humiliation that drove me to the brink of madness on multiple occasions, leaving me emotionally scarred and fundamentally damaged in my ability to connect with the world, and recognize that likely tens of millions or more have suffered, and many worse than I have.

As I wrote before, a world where the food, water, and air isn’t poisoned is not a spiritual paradise: it’s a common-sense starting point.

Human’s aren’t fundamentally flawed; no young boy is doomed by their “genetics” to develop breast tissue; God didn’t write code mandating pus-filled pores to erupt on the faces of teenagers and young-adults. Pancreases’ aren’t destined to fail. We’ve been collectively poisoned and have become acclimated to it through a torrid downpour of propaganda to accept widespread chronic disease as normal.

God willing that is about to change. I’m determined to change in it my own life and I think and I hope that this same shift is occurring on a macro-level throughout the entire world.

A world of happy and healthy humans striving to become closer to Christ. We should pray and believe that this is possible.