Sunday, September 19, 2010

"The little boy who couldn't see."

From An Arab Woman Blues - Reflections is a Sealed Bottle:

It has been an excruciatingly painful 3 days. I keep the mask on, go through the motions but inside I am ripped apart...again and again...

Z (a young cousin), his wife and their little boy arrived from Baghdad a few days ago.

Z. has some very serious health problems, ever since he was illegally arrested and imprisoned for over 3 months, on no charges. Since that day, he developed a grave illness - the doctor wrote in his report : "patient developed symptoms following shock..."

His wife W. had much difficulty conceiving, doctors blamed it on "stress", "stress due to environmental circumstances."

She finally got pregnant and gave birth to a baby boy. A sweet little thing, a withdrawn, fearful, quiet, sweet little thing.

They are on a medical visit here. Other people travel for leisure, but Iraqis travel for medical reasons - medical "tourism".

Little A. is unwell - very unwell. Now a little over 2 years old, he can't see no more...his vision degenerated a rush, the family arrives for a miracle solution.

Little A. is taken to a specialist, the doctor runs a battery of tests, shakes his head and marks in his dossier :"cecity - cause unknown." The doctor then says to the befuddled parents : " it must be toxicity related "

That's it - little A. is blind. He will never be able to see no more...he will not see the blue of the sky, the budding of flowers, little insects crawling on green grass, the pink icing on birthday cakes, nor the multi colors of drawing crayons...that's it, A. will live in total obscurity for the rest of his living days -- the toxic obscurity of Liberation.

Father and son are doomed...they are doomed because someone somewhere decided so...decided this was going to be their fate - toxic countries with toxic people decided so.

After the final medical verdict, little A. stayed at our place. Mom switched on the TV and kids cartoons were on. Little A. hearing the little voices of fun from afar, from some distance, tugged at Mom's pleading "Bibi, Bibi - (grandma), ashoof shwaya - (me see a little)."

Then, little A. started rubbing his little swollen eyes, swollen from too many ophthalmological exams, with his little knuckles, hoping to clear his vision...

I later caught my mother stifling, silencing, her cries in the dark, in the obscurity...


a GrebBear said...

Peter, this story hurts ... and I know it has to be, just one of tens of millions. Thank you for sharing it, my resolve and determination obviously, needed a kick in the ASS.

This 'will' help, and possibly may even be a solution:
Sincerely, I have taken this at least 225 times now in the past year ... baths in this are also 'very' beneficial, with skin being the largest organ and the lymphatic system being the major deposit place of heavy metals.
I realize Trust is earned ... and how do I do this over the Internet ?? So, please phone me, so I can answer questions about my experience with the MMS2.

With this here now: ... the solution I'm suggesting couldn't be more timely. Please consider what I'm suggesting; when you wrote this story, maybe you weren't expecting a solution ??
... but, there are no co-incidences.

Pacific time zone:
... fyi, I'm a 4am-11am sleeper ))

Please, phone if you have any doubts.
again, sincerely
shawn grebliunas

Peace Love Light Truth
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a GrebBear said...

So ...
Taking it on the chin, or digging Y-OUR heals in ??
Ask and receive.
This isn't treatment, this is what the body already creates ... this is the cure.

Some confirmation of action ... is expected, and necessary. I have allowed myself to be pushed around; but, no more. Take action, or shoulder guilt. The family came looking for an answer, hoped to find an answer expected to find an answer; which 'lead' you to me.


Phone ... if you have doubts !!
You opened Y-OUR heart, did you not expect the answer ... WE get what WE need, not necessarily what WE expect.

If its any consolation, my Mom wouldn't try it neither ... She had to have an emergency surgery to avoid multiple organ failure. Three weeks later, with nurses coming to the house each day, she was told she'd need another surgery ... Daily, I'd been reading her articles from the Humble site, watching me take MMS2, and finally getting the flu (during the swine flu BS), in an already incredibly weakened state ... she cried to me she was afraid of dieing. I did the toughest thing I've ever done ... Through tears, I called her a selfish bitch, that if she died, I would forever wonder how I could have explained MMS2 differently, so that she would have tried it, so she would see through her 'programing' ?!?

Five days later, she was out of bed and kicking around the house; thirty days later she was completely healed, including a 100% 'cure' of her chronic arthritis.

This isn't bullshit, lies, nor exaggeration. Now get off the fence.

shawn grebliunas

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Erik said...

Hey Greb...

Maybe you missed this but Peter is not the author of this heartbreaking piece ... (see link)

Don't know if he can/will relay your welcome advice back to the source.

a GrebBear said...

No ...
Didn't get that ?
Thanks for the 'heads up' Erik )

... I've started to lean on everyone to take action. I've been posting the information about Hypochlorus Acid all over the back 4-T ... and the response has been pitiful. Its possibly executed by the 'not so hidden hands' of tyranny; but, more likely, the packaging on calcium hypochlorite says, "fatal if swallowed" ... ie. the 'programing' of the would be beneficiaries, is too ingrained. Heaven forbid, a cure to anything.

My apologies Peter ... if need be )
Happy Tuesday ...

a GrebBear

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