Where is God? – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C

Where is God? – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C

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PROLOGUE

Writing has held solace and meaning for me since I was a boy, sending and receiving letters to my Pop pop, Aunt Julie and Grandma Jones. In ninth and twelfth grades I had a superb English teacher named Kate Forney. Never do I put pen to paper without thinking of her lessons on the variety of sentence structures available to us in the English language. Occasionally I’ll think of the sign which she had on the front of her desk: “When in bed, read instead.”

Powerfully written letters have helped me beat adversaries in the realms of legal challenges, financial missteps, unionizing struggles, human resource quagmires, and healthcare revolution. They have also helped me woo my beloved wife and make amends for thoughtless acts and spoken words.

If I had my druthers, I would write this Substack on paper, in cursive, and blue ink. This immediate act of writing gives me joy, and makes my right middle finger sore just below the distal interphalangeal joint. Alas, most of you wouldn’t be able to understand what I wrote, because my handwriting, which was never penmanship worthy of Catholic school standards, has not improved with age.

It was with surprise and delight that I received an invitation from Jenna McCarthy to submit up to three essays for inclusion in her book Yankee Doodle Soup. The material is wide-ranging, with a Covidian theme, and generally uplifting. If you feel inspired to buy a copy, for yourself or as a gift to another, please use the code MARSLAND to send some royalties my way.

Below is one of the essays which was accepted for Jenna’s book. I’m still wrestling with how to reconcile my spiritual path with organized religion at a time when the communities with which we might worship may still be slow to acknowledge the dark underbelly of the pandemic, and the physical risks which we take with our attendance.

DISTANT PAST, RECENT PAST, AND PRESENT

My religious experience as a child was all over the map. The first church I attended with my family was a white clapboard Congregationalist in New England. It was open and sunny, but very plain on the inside. As children we were permitted to attend the first 15 minutes, and then were dismissed to Sunday school. For several years, I attended a Lutheran Summer camp. I became a choir boy in an Episcopal church, the same denomination in which I was confirmed. One summer I spent a week going to a Bible camp led by our Evangelical neighbor. As a teenager, I began attending Quaker meetings at the invitation of my best friend’s parents.

Out of all of those experiences, I think that I felt most connected to God in music and in nature. As much as I have embraced Quakerism, I miss the hymns and the exquisite liturgical music of composers such as Handel, Bacon, and Mozart. Just thinking of The Doxology stirs my soul, the enormous pipe organ belting out the low rumbling tones and signaling the end of a service. We all knew to sing, “Praise God, from whom all blessings flow. Praise God, all creatures here below.”

After college, I volunteered for a year in the Brethren Volunteer Service. I worked at a Catholic Worker House, which ran a soup line and a homeless shelter for families in Texas, then at a very rural retreat center in Pennsylvania. Those were very rich years in my life, with an ongoing exposure to a wide range of practice, including working with DignityUSA (a nonprofit advocacy group for LGBTQ+ Catholics), and witnessing the quiet demonstration of faith working alongside men in their 70s and 80s as we cleared land to build a new retreat center.

My departure from the volunteer service and return to Philadelphia marked the beginning of a long dry spell in my relationship with religious practice and faith. Although Philadelphia has many lovely green spaces, I never felt that I could let my guard down for fear of being accosted or attacked. This wasn’t a figment of my imagination as during the decade that my wife and I lived in Philadelphia she was mugged, a store I was working in was held up at gunpoint, we interrupted a rape, and our neighbor was the victim of a drive-by shooting. I witnessed the inequality and suffering from an unjust economic system, and could not come up with good explanations for why God allows this to happen. I joined friends for services at three different inner-city churches, and each time I heard the minister railing against the sins of homosexuals and the punishment of God in their affliction with AIDS. I left in disgust, because the vitriol conveyed in the sermon was incongruous with Jesus’ message of love and compassion.

A lot of water has flowed under the bridge between then and now. Living in the much smaller city of Ithaca, New York, I no longer look over my shoulder or cross to the other side of the street to stay safe. The glory of God‘s creation is not far away in our gorges, fields, and lakes.

The thing which has propelled me back to communion with others in our shared faith has been the burden I have carried as a caregiver for those afflicted by COVID and vaccine injury. The more I learn and the closer I come to the evil center of intentional actions which have led to the illness and death of so many people, the more fully I understand that I do not have the personal resources alone to handle this. The dissonance between those who see and those who don’t becomes more tense day to day. The houses of worship in which we would find comfort are often themselves places of denial, and pose a very real risk from shedding due to ongoing vaccination. Such is the case with my beloved Quakers.

Yet I have hope. “Did you realize that we have a Christian practice?” I recently said to my partner, Dr. Kory. The question made him squirm and his response made me laugh. Pierre is a deeply committed humanitarian and has the professional ethos to separate church and state. “People didn’t come to us for religious counseling,” he replied. “They came to us from medical care.”

Shit, I’m a Quaker. By my works, shall you know my faith. You couldn’t find me farther away from an inclination to evangelize. But the people who have held independent thoughts, resisted the onslaught, fought against our loss of liberty, and dedicated themselves to this work and to our patients are faithful Christians. In the 30 years that I have been in healthcare, I never before prayed with a patient until now. Funny how a genocide will change you. Yes, I have had patients ask to pray for me, and it has always been awkward. Last week one asked to pray for me and for the practice at the end of our visit. I easily accepted, and it lifts me still.

During the same visit, the patient told me about how he has struggled with his church’s inability to discuss the truth behind the virus and the jabs. As a result, he has stopped attending. Out loud he asked, “Where is God in all of this?” In this early morning hour, I am beginning to find an answer, which has been there all along but has a renewed vibrancy. God is in nature, God is in music, God is within each of us, God is in our loving relationships, God is in mercy, God is in tenacity, God is in renewed community. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow. Praise God, all creatures here below.

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A day in the life

A day in the life

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Taking a break from writing Lightning Bug every week since October 2023 has been helpful, in order to rest, ponder and organize ideas in my mind.  I like noticing what bubbles up to the top.  Today’s post is a nod to one of my favorite Beatles songs, but also a hypothesis that sharing how I have personally implemented a lifetime of learning could be instructive, and even invite thoughts and questions from readers regarding their own experiences and strategies.

From A day in the life by The Beatles

Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream

MORNING

When the alarm goes off at 6:10am, I snuggle up to my beloved for some spoony physical closeness.  Our orange and white cat, Renny, who will have spent the night on one of our pillows, settles back onto our heads.  After two snoozes, Renny gets up, we role away from each other, I turn on my left side, kick out my right leg, and push myself up to a sitting position.  I take the Arc Microtech device I wore during the night off my ankle and set it aside to recharge.  I then use my fingertips to perform a percussive self-massage up, down and across my chest.  This  was a lesson from Jovanna, née Joan Perna, the mother of my friend Larami.  

Jovanna was a hot-blooded Sicilian, masseuse, nudist, and pursuer of many things alternative.  Never mind that I was a little squirmy touching and being touched by this beautiful woman, twice my age.  It was a hot July summer morning and she was visiting us in the third-floor walkup apartment we were sharing in Philadelphia’s Center City.  Jovanna explained that this massage technique helps brings blood flow to the lungs and thus the brain and rest of the body, which eases and speeds one’s waking.  Lesson learned, I never stopped, and have done it every morning for the last thirty six years.

As we make the bed, I straighten out the cord to the grounding pillow cover underneath my pillow case, and straighten out the grounding sheet on top of the fitted sheet at the foot of the bed.  Grounding, which can also be accomplished by walking on the earth in our bare feet, or touching soil and plants with our bare hands, is a manner of accepting negative electrons freely donated by the earth.  This negative energy helps move the charge of our cells back towards negative polarity, which the Substack writer A Midwestern Doctor discusses as the Zeta Potential.  Spike protein, lipid nanoparticles and other pathogens disrupt the Zeta Potential, and adversely impact the permeability of our cells.  EMF also adversely the Zeta Potential, and grounding sheets are a simple way to push back, which helps weaken the energetic attraction of platelets and red blood cells (RBCs) to each other in aggregates, thus reversing flocculation.

“In certain circumstances, the particles in a dispersion may adhere to one another and form aggregates of successively increasing size, which may settle out under the influence of gravity. An initially formed aggregate is called a floc and the process of its formation flocculation. The floc may or may not sediment or phase separate. If the aggregate changes to a much denser form, it is said to undergo coagulation. An aggregate usually separates out either by sedimentation (if it is more dense than the medium) or by creaming (if it less dense than the medium). The terms flocculation and coagulation have often been used interchangeably. Usually coagulation is irreversible whereas flocculation can be reversed by the process of deflocculation.” https://www.research.colostate.edu/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/ZetaPotential-Introduction-in-30min-Malvern.pdf

 

Within minutes of rising from bed, ten at the most, I drink a thirty-two ounce glass of roomish-temperature distilled water, and then pour another, to drink within the next half hour.  Mohit Bali taught me about water upon waking.  Mohit, a reclusive computer geek from Eastern India, was a quad-mate my freshman year at Susquehanna University.  One day he completely surprised me—and slightly creeped me out—by offering this observation.  “Scott, I think that you need to drink more water.  You should do this every morning when you first arise.  Every human being wakes dehydrated, because our body has been repairing itself during the night, which uses fuel and makes waste.  This is an ancient teaching of Ayurvedic medicine.  Here is a mason jar.  Fill this and drink a glassful of water every day upon rising.”  Mind you that he rarely came out of the dark lair of his room, let alone conversed.   Then he disappeared back into his room, leaving me standing there with the mason jar in my hand.  Weird.  Crazy weird. But, I took his advice and still do to this day.

Why distilled water?  I’m betting that this is where the first alternative perspectives, questions and strenuous objections will arrive, such as, we should add trace minerals or a pinch of Celtic sea salt to our water.  Well, there was this older African American man.  He had a riotous head of grey hair, and he smelled like basement and oil furnace.  I would encounter him sometimes in the grocery story where I worked while attending nursing school in Philadelphia about thirty years ago.  I’m not sure why or  how we hit it off, but we both lived within walking distance of the store, and on more than a few occasions he would stop by our little Trinity house and we’d sit on the steps and visit.  One day he brought me a book called Water Is Life, which laid out the argument that the inorganic minerals and elements, including limestone, which were dissolved in water, accumulated over time in our bodies and led to the development of atherosclerotic plaques and decreased kidney function.  He was preaching, and this was his sermon to me.  It made enough sense and Philly tap water tasted terrible.  We were spending money from our limited budget on spring water, so we pivoted and purchased a water distiller from Waterwise in Florida.  With occasional postal trips to Florida for maintenance, that first distiller lasted more than twenty years.  We are now on our fourth generation….

Each morning with that first glass of water, I take one capsule of NAC Augmentata from Italy, which breaks the disulfide bond between spike and ACE-2 receptors, along with 500mg of esterified (Ester) Vitamin C.  There is synergy between NAC and Vitamin C such that together, they have more antioxidant and immune-supporting action than either by itself.   Each acts through different mechanisms.  Vitamin C can directly scavenge free radicals, while NAC boosts the level of glutathione, another powerful antioxidant.  Vitamin C can also help regenerate oxidize glutathione back to its reduced form, thus maintaining higher levels of active glutathione in the body.  NAC Augmentata is made by ZeroSpike in Italy, a small non-profit start up which is trying to save humanity, and at at dose of 200mg is exponentially more effective than other forms of NAC.  We source it from our trusted colleagues at Vitahealth Apothecary in NYC, which has been the primary U.S. distributor, although there may be a few new U.S. suppliers at this point.

My introduction to esterified Vitamin C was very personal.  I met Chef Robert Lehmann (pronounced LAY-man) at The Commissary Restaurant in Philadelphia, where I was a busboy in the summer of 1989.  He later become the Executive Chef of MANNA, a meals-delivery service organization for homebound people with AIDS in Philadelphia. As such he developed diet and nutrition standards for people who are HIV positive. He wrote a book: “Cooking for Life: A Guide to Nutrition and Food Safety for the HIV-positive Community.”  When I next returned to Philadelphia during Winter break 1989-1990, I would volunteer with MANNA, where Rob would supervise food preparation and occasionally I delivered those meals to the beautiful gay men who were languishing during what some call Fauci 101. Rob taught me that esterified Vitamin C could deliver much needed nutrition and immune support to these fragile people without upsetting or harming their stomachs.  I took note.

While in the kitchen finishing my second glass of water, I light the burner under the old English-made copper teapot, and when it whistles, I fill up my thermos and leave the lid off to let it cool a bit before making green tea with loose leaves.  As the tea steeps, I stir two tablespoons of Baobab powder into a cup of water, and divide this into two other thermoses, which I then fill with water; one for my wife and one for me.  Both the green tea and the Baobab have EGCG, which blocks spike entry into cells.  The Baobab has many other benefits, but serves to promote a robust and diverse microbiome in the gut.  I bring the green tea, Baobab and half gallon of distilled water to my office, and drink these three beverages over the course of the day.

Meanwhile my wife has made her way to the back, lifting shades, opening curtains, and turning the Wi-Fi back on as we start the day.  Some time ago we made it a habit to turn the Wi-Fi and all of our electronic devices off at bedtime.  This routine was inspired by Dr Robert O Becker, a Veterans Administration researcher and orthopedic surgeon who studied  how energy can be used to heal—and whose research provided the scientific basis of the Arc Microtech device we use with more than three hundred patients.  Given his (now quaint) concerns in the 1980s re: CB radios and FM radio towers, it is a short skip and a jump to realize that nothing good will come of the barrage of EMF we live in on a daily basis.  The very least we can do it dial it back when we are trying to sleep. 

I then head for the sauna with Malcom, the big black cat with soulful eyes who we adopted in January.  He likes to join me in the Sauna Space near infrared (NIR) sauna for some chin rubs and warmth.  I get naked as the day I was born, sit on the towel-draped stool, and over ten minutes, do two 360 degree rotations of exposure to the lights.  Ten minutes is the sweet spot to help repair mitochondrial function and increase ATP production; not five, and not fifteen, but ten.  Thanks for the tip on timing Dr Been!

While I’m in the sauna, I will often pray, or chant.  As Quakers say, I hold others in the light.  This is when I will seek sustenance, clarity and direction in my care of our complex and chronically ill patients at The Leading Edge Clinic  during the upcoming day.  When I say “or chant”, I refer to what I learned from our Japanese neighbors Hiro and Akiko Uhuru when we lived in Philadelphia.  I remember them taking me to a gathering and chanting session of their Buddhist organization, and really not knowing what to think about it.  After we left Philadelphia, they sent me a book which gave me some insight.  Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō (南無妙法蓮華経) are Japanese words chanted within all forms of Nichiren Buddhism. In English, they mean “Devotion to the Mystic Law of the Lotus Sutra” or “Glory to the Dharma of the Lotus Sutra”.  It is a vow, an expression of determination, to embrace and manifest our Buddha nature. It is a pledge to oneself to never yield to difficulties and to rise above one’s suffering. At the same time, it is a vow to help others reveal this law in their own lives and achieve happiness.  I can get behind this.  For those of you who have seen The Life of Pi (one of my top ten favorite movies ever), you may appreciate the main character’s curiosity, embrace and practice of multiple spiritual practices in his joyful life.  It is one thing to pray, but quite another to chant Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō the hour and a half home from a twelve hour COVID shift in the Emergency Department (ED).

Our time in the sauna complete, Malcom and I step out, and I drink my second glass of distilled water.  This glass of water is accompanied by 4,000FU of Nattokinase and two capsules of Flavay.  Both are used to help breakdown the amyloid fibrin micro clots which we all have secondary to the spike protein in our bodies.  Flavay  is small molecule pycnogenol, using a patented formula which not only decreases platelet aggregation to other platelets and the walls of our blood vessels, but also has an antihistamine effect within the blood vessels.

Next stop is the bathroom where our little Manx cat, Sophie, is waiting for me on her cat mattress, taking second shift following my wife’s shower.   Near the end of the shower, I take a deep breath and as I’m blowing it out, turn off the hot water.  For sixty slow, deep breaths, I turn as the cold water falls on my body.  More than a year ago, I developed reservations about using cold water exposure in post-acute sequelae of COVID (PASC) and vaccine injury, as I understood how prevalent micro clotting was, and constriction of blood vessels in cold water was concerning.  My personal experience was that an old surgical site in my groin would start to ache in the cold water, and the numbness/tingling in my toes and feet would worsen.  Since February of this year however, my appreciation and treatment of mast cell activation syndrome (MCAS) in my patients has grown by the day.  Knowing that cold exposure can be helpful in dampening MCAS, I’ve revisited this intervention.  It’s worth noting that summer is the ideal time to initiate this practice, as it gives us time to build up brown fat cells so that when the weather turns cooler, we will better be able to tolerate the cold.

Brown fat cells, cold exposure, and the Wim Hof Method were introduced to me by my cousin Danny more than five years ago during a Marsland family vacation at the Jersey shore.  These days, Danny is working as a welder and helping to build a nuclear aircraft carrier for the US Navy…so, not a medical professional.  But, I’ll say that he has been years ahead of the curve on a number of health-related topics.  He was the first person to ask me about IVM at the beginning of the pandemic, back when I thought vaccines were a good thing and that I could trust my ED pharmacist colleagues.  Boy was I wrong!  Brown fat cells came up in two continuing education lectures I watched pre-pandemic, when the topic was medical and about scientific developments around managing obesity.  Yes, I was thinking, “Damn, Danny was right about this too!”  We were all born with brown fat cells, and quickly lost them, because we are modern creatures of comfort, with central heating and air conditioning in our homes, our cars, and workplaces.  Brown fat cells, unlike the white fat cells that adorn our bellies and buttocks, burn energy and can produce heat.  This is how/why earlier humans could withstand the elements with greater tolerance than us pampered modern folks.

After my shower, I apply a roll-on deodorant which is made by the German company Weleda.  It is essential that no one use a deodorant which has aluminum in it.  The aluminum will be absorbed through our pores, and into our lymph glands as well as, ultimately, our blood stream.  The aluminum will promote flocculation (mentioned above), a nasty aggregation of platelets, red blood cells and fibrin, which will make a sludge in our blood stream and further impair our circulation.  

I get dressed and head into the kitchen where I unplug my Arc Microtech from the charger and put it back on my ankle for it’s first cycle of the day.  This device was introduced to us by our British colleague Dr Tina Peers, who at that time had seen tremendous benefit in more than 140 people.  This included her father, who went into heart failure after COVID shots, and whose cardiac pumping function recovered from 40 to 55% with use of the device.  The Arc is a genetic repair tool.  It systemically decreases inflammation, repairs mitochondrial damage so that ATP production returns, and  influences genetic expression to limit pathology and encourage cellular repair.  

Sophie and Renny are both standing by, hoping for a lick of butter from my fingertips as I prepare my breakfast.  For many years I would make toast with Hazelnut butter, nutritional yeast, and then prepare oatmeal with flax seeds, prunes, dates, apple and Silk soy milk.  Recently I have shifted to a lower carb routine, with free-range eggs, sausages with local pasture raised pork, and a single slice of Vollkornbrot rye bread with butter and nutritional yeast. 

Renny volunteers to clean up the egg yolk from my plate when I’m done.   If it isn’t too hot, he’ll settle in for a post-prandial nap by my side while I read a few pages of a study or clinical book while I’m eating.  Morning is probably the best time for our brain to take in new and complex information such as this.  I try not to turn my phone back on until this time, allowing at least two hours of electronics-free time from when we first woke.  Our nervous systems need regular pauses and vacations—fasts if you will—from our electronic devices.

After washing the dishes, I take 4.5mg of LDN liquid, and 1.5mg of Ketotifen.  Then I wash down three fistfuls of pills with water containing 25mg of Lugol’s 5% iodine, and 50 drops of Boiron Ribes Nigre gemmotherapy.  The pills include Eliquis 2.5mg, Plavix ¼ tab, Aspirin 81mg, IVM 18.5mg, Bacopa 500mg, Lithium 5mg, Dr Wilson’s Adrenal Stress and Adrenal Rebuilder, a B-complex, Resveragen, Ester-C 500mg, pre-natal DHA/EPA, Antronex, and Bromelain 500mg.

I head to the bathroom and brush my teeth.  A recent arrival in our routine is a water flosser.  Where has this been my whole adult life?  It would have saved us a lot of money in dental bills for sure.  When it comes to dentist visits,  I’m like a little boy, wanting to get the gold star because my gums don’t bleed when probed, and I hear that I’m one of “the best” patients.  Dr Richard Oberly is my dentist, and has become a friend over the last twenty four years.  He was the second person, after my cousin Danny, who asked me about IVM.  I give him a gold star for persisting in teaching me, as an adult, over a period of years, how to correctly brush and floss my teeth.  Gold stars aside, good oral hygiene is key to optimal health, as chronic inflammation of the gums and its causes have been associated with heart disease, diabetes, and dementia.  We simply must take the time to gently and thoroughly clean our teeth, gums, and mouth before we carry on with our day.

Moving to the kitchen, I put on my backpack and call out to my wife that I’m leaving.  I move into the mud room, where our youthful and bright black cat Charlotte is swishing her tail as she watches the morning attendees at the bird bath, including birds, groundhogs, red squirrels, grey squirrels and chipmunks.  Kerrie and I hug, there are kisses to lips, left cheek, right cheek, lips, and wishes to each other for a good day.  And up the hill I go….

P.S.  I opted to leave out the nitty-gritty re: the fistfuls of pills I swallow, and will take this up in my follow up piece(s) to A day in the life.

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Waking Life – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C

Waking Life – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C

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The title of this Substack is inspired by one of my favorite movies, a quirky animated film called Waking Life, written and directed by Richard Linklater and starring Wiley Wiggins (https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0243017/). Waking Life follows the dream(s) of one man and his attempt to find and discern the absolute difference between waking life and the dreamworld. I think the funniest part of the movie is what I refer to as the ‘burrito doings’ scene:

(Main character, Wiley Wiggins, goes into the convenience store. The clerk, Bill Wise, is the same guy who drove the boat car)

BW: “What’s the word, turd?”

WW: “Hey, do you also drive a, a, boat car?”

“A what?”

“Like, you gave me a ride in a car that was also a boat.”

“No, man, I don’t have a ‘boat car’. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Man, this must be, like, parallel universe night. You know that cat that was just in here, who just ran out the door? Well, he comes up to the counter, you know, and I say, ‘What’s the word, turd?’ and he lays down this burrito and he kind of looks at me, kind of stares at me, and then he says, ‘I have but recently returned from the valley of the shadow of death. I am rapturously breathing in all the odors and essences of life. I’ve been to the brink of total oblivion. I remember and ferment a desire to remember everything.’”

“So, what’d you say to that?”

“Well, I mean, what could I say? I said ‘If you’re going to microwave that burrito, I want you to poke holes in the plastic wrapping because they explode, and I’m tired of cleaning up your little burrito doings. You dig me? ‘Cause the jalapenos dry up. They’re like little wheels.’”

DREAMWORLD VS. WAKING LIFE

Living in Ithaca during the pandemic and post-Covidian times has been a bit of a mind-twister. I spend 8-10 hours a day in my office, working hard to help people recover from the life-changing adverse effects of the Covid virus and the Covid vaccines. In my physical office, I share the space with a colleague who sees what I see. I work with the talented and growing team of the Leading Edge Clinic, now twenty of us including schedulers, an RT, RNs, NPs and physicians, and we all are dealing with the same reality every day. I return to my home and my wife is is injured by the Covid shots (hers Moderna), just like me (mine Pfizer). Yet we are surrounded by a city filled with people who continue to believe in the narrative that the shots are safe and effective, and in fact many continue to get boosters. This is despite the growing list of ailments which they are encountering, and for which their physicians have no answers or effective treatments. The bumper sticker “Ithaca, 10 sq miles Surrounded By Reality” takes on a sinister twist. On a midday walk, a public transit bus passes me with a fresh advertisement on its side promising “Safe and Effective Against COVID, Get Your Booster Today!” As far as I’m concerned, the bus might as well have an ad for Ithaca Gun Co., and we can just move forward as if we are all in a Steven King novel. Everyday life outside my home and office can start to feel like a dreamworld, some sort of Twilight Zone wrought large in Central New York.

MORNING INTO AFTERNOON

I push in the clutch, turn the key, shift into reverse and back out of the driveway. Squeeeeeeaaaaak! The lady who had my Volvo C30 before me put racing brakes on it, and they are quite noisy when they are cold. I wave to Kerrie and step on the gas, doing 30mph up the hill until, just a couple of minutes later, I take my routine right turn. I pull my little white car into the far right parking place next to the black and silver cars of the Dolson-Fazio clan. The monochrome color combo strikes me every day. I pop the hatchback and grab the Juvent, and trundle down the drive to awkwardly open the front door. I set down the Juvent, plug it in, shed my shoes and slip into my slides (a la Mr Rogers), and head to the office to turn on the computer. Green tea poured, check. Phone plugged in and charging, check. Glasses cleaned and on, check. VPN whirling, thinking, whirling, and…connected, check. Sign in, write good morning to my nurse, Kara, bring up the chart, begin the video, and ACTION!

It’s back-to-back patients, along with managing messages, but by 12:20pm I’m dashing out the door for a midday walk. This is a new, welcome and very important addition to my daily routine. It is inspired by Dr Paul Marik’s guidance in his book and evolving document Cancer Care: The Role of Repurposed Drugs and Metabolic Interventions in Treating Cancer. “Patients should be encouraged to engage in at least 30 minutes of moderate-intensity physical activity at least five days of the week. Walking, particularly in the sunshine, has enormous physical, emotional and psychological benefits.” It has been a month since I started these afternoon walks, and it’s hard to fathom how I got along without them. As I am starting my day and securing a positive focus, the walks are something to which I can look forward. I notice the breeze, the sun, the trees, the birds. There is time to settle my mind, work through questions and clinical puzzles that my patient visits have produced – and walk off some of the burdensome emotions that can come with this work.

Sometime between 5pm and 7pm I wrap up my day. I pick up the Juvent and bring it back to the car, and it’s a quick drive back down the hill, and home. Kerrie makes dinner most weeknights, and I have kitchen duty on the weekends. Although we often eat at 7pm, we continuously aspire to eat earlier, and are careful to leave three to four hours between when we finish eating, and when we go to bed. This is very important for brain health. Sleep is the only time our brain has to clean and restore itself through glymphatic drainage. If we eat less than three hours before bedtime, we prevent this internal housekeeping, and will accumulate debris such as amyloid proteins in our brain. Cognitive function will inevitably decline as a result.

Over the course of multiple videos, Dr Been has gone into terrific detail re: how the glymphatic system and lifestyle changes which we can make to improve our brain health with a deeper understanding of glymphatic drainage. In glymphatic drainage, the cerebrospinal fluid flows into the para-vascular space around cerebral arteries, combining with interstitial fluid and parenchymal solutes, and exiting down venous para-vascular spaces. In plain terms, the brain has a mechanism of special blood vessels which maintain the blood brain barrier while also permitting waste be moved out of the brain. A good starting point to learn more about this is Course 49 of Long Story Short, part of a series Dr Been made on the FLCCC Alliance platform.

Recently, my wife and I have taken this understanding to another level, and fast between Friday morning breakfast and Saturday afternoon brunch. I have our patient Rodney to thank for this behavior. During a long-haul and vaccine injury support group which I led, Rodney remarked that hitting sleep time at least twelve hours into a fasting state exponentially increases the glymphatic drainage and neuronal repair in our brain. Another patient demonstrated the power of this practice when he decided to eat one morning meal each day for two months, and we saw his energy, focus, cognitive abilities, quality and length of sleep improve; and his lab measurement of Beta Amyloid 42/40 returned to normal levels.

EVENING

Most nights, weather permitting, we drive down to Cayuga Lake for a walk. The city of Ithaca is situated at the base of Cayuga Lake, which is one of the Finger Lakes in Central New York.  Just before the pandemic, New York State completed a mixed pavement and gravel trail around the perimeter of Treman Marina. Kerrie and I have been walking this trail for the last four years, a routine we developed during the early days of the pandemic, especially with lockdown. I think of these walks as essential to processing our experience of the pandemic – and to stay steady.  The avian life there is bustling, and the cycle of seasons and migration provided some reassurance of normality and continuity among so much chaos and uncertainty. In the Springtime the Osprey arrive at any number of nesting platforms to roost and raise their young. At this precise moment, the activity in the nest has ticked up because the fledglings are learning to fly and fish. It is heartwarming to watch their early efforts, as they circle the nests and call out to each other with what one can easily interpret to be excitement and encouragement. 

I don’t think one can overstate the case for spending time outside as a path to healing. Yes, the vapor trails which appear in the sky overhead can be distracting and discouraging. But, experiencing the sensations of breezes, the scents of vegetation and water coming off the lake, seeing the distant views which are never the same, the clouds which are always configured differently with an ever-changing colors — we need this for our spirit.

The rhythm of walking with its alternating left-right cadence helps our minds integrate our experiences by reconnecting our left and right brain.  This dynamic process is the foundation of EMDR, a form of therapy, which has a strong evidence base and has been used extensively by the Veterans Administration to treat patients who suffer from PTSD and TBI.  Human beings are bipedal creatures who were designed to walk.  It is our inheritance and an essential tool for promoting optimal health.

When we get home, Kerrie calls shotgun on the Juvent, and I go second.  We each spend 20 minutes standing.  As soon as one of us steps onto the Juvent, our young black cat Charlotte leaps onto the arm of the sofa next to it for her nightly pets from both of us. Kerrie will usually look at her iPad while on the Juvent and I will usually read a book.  I have even been known to do some ironing at the same time. In this way, and for these reasons, the time feels productive.

We have both been using the Juvent for more than three months at this point. There is a short list of specific benefits which I can identify so far. The Covid shots put me into heart failure, and the lower extremity swelling I have as a result has been reduced since using the Juvent. The myalgia and fatigue in my lower extremities is also significantly reduced or absent. My increased capacity to walk at a rapid pace up hills during my midday strolls is noteworthy.

Besides those benefits, which I can credit in part to long-term use of the Juvent, there are the improvements which I have seen in patients who have purchased and use the device. The spouse of one patient who was previously diagnosed with osteopenia used it only intermittently for two months and when she had her annual bone scan was told that at the age of 70, she now has bones comparable to those of a 40 year old woman. Another patient who has suffered from low red blood cell, platelets and white blood cell count for decades, has levels which normalized for the first time in 20 years. This makes a lot of sense to me given that the kinetic energy of the Juvent is stimulating the bone marrow of our long bones, tibia, fibula and femur.

The reason that the Juvent makes a daily commute with me to the office is that my colleague and his wife use it. She has MS and has found that with relatively brief, that is, 5 to 6 minute intervals of use, she has had improvement in balance.  He is a martial artist who has chronic knee pain from years of matches, and has found that by using the device with his knees slightly bent (similar to the stance taught in Tai Chi), he has seen an improvement in his knee pain from a 6 out of 10 to a 3-4 out of 10 over a period of about two months. 

On most Saturday mornings, I spend up to one hour in our Sauna Space NIR sauna.  In the winter time Malcolm, our big older black cat will stick with me the entire hour. During the summer, he is in and out, pacing himself. My goal with this routine is to reach an internal temperature of 100°F, or as close as I can get in one hour’s time. I’m trying to stimulate heat shock proteins in order to more efficiently break down toxins, deformed proteins, pathogens and spike in my body. If I can get to 100F sooner than one hour, I stop. I use an oral digital thermometer to measure my progress. The shortest time it has ever taken me is 25 minutes. I have both Dr. Mercola and Dr. Been to thank for inspiring this practice. 

My understanding is that there are three types of autophagy. Micro autophagy is happening all the time because, for example, our body is making and breaking down red blood cells to the tune of five million a second. Macro autophagy is what occurs when we get to the 14th to 16th hour of intermittent fasting. Chaperone-guided autophagy with heat shock proteins is what we can stimulate when we get our internal temperature up to 100° F.

In terms of cellular repair and cleanup, I think of these three pathways as a shovel, a wheelbarrow, and a backhoe. Heat shock proteins are the backhoe. My understanding is that Dr. Mercola tries to accomplish this on a daily basis and because of how he has conditioned his body, he is able to get his temperature up within 10 minutes. I would caution readers who try this to limit their initial efforts because it takes time for our bodies to get acclimated to such an exercise and I would never go beyond an hour.

Top is a dry bristle brush, bottom is a tampico shower brush

There are a few tricks which I have learned help get me to 100° F faster. The first is to make sure that when I get out of bed, I am dressed for the ambient temperature and not developing a chill. In the winter time this means making sure that I put on pajamas and socks, and wear slippers and a bathrobe.  I have also learned that drinking cool or cold water inhibits my efforts and so try to add hot water from the teapot to make my morning water, warm – or hot, but drinkable. The sauna came with a bristle brush, and I use it to dry brush from my neck to my toes before I get into the sauna. I think that Japanese readers who are fastidious about their skin care and use soaking baths will note this as a familiar pre-bath ritual.  It helps clear older skin cells and free pores to release perspiration more easily.

A common question is whether one can use a Finnish sauna to promote heat-shock proteins. The short answer is yes, but a NIR sauna facilitates reaching a higher internal temperature sooner with a lower ambient temperature, and less stress on the body. I’ve always enjoyed saunas, but never spent more than fifteen minutes in one before I need to exit for a dip in some cold water.

Immediately after a long sauna, and occasionally also before, I will drink 16oz of water with a sachet of an electrolyte replacement. The product I prefer is Quintessential 3.3 by Quicksilver Scientific, developed by the French military as an oral plasma replacement during campaigns in the desert environment of colonies such as Algeria. It doesn’t have sugar or flavorings, and it produced from micro-filtered seawater obtained from ocean depths.

Finally, I head to the shower where I perform a second wet brushing of my skin from neck to toes. My understanding is that this helps clear off toxins and pathogens which were transported out of my body via perspiration, but which may still linger on my skin’s surface. And so I am ready for my day, theoretically with less spike – and definitely with more hope.

P.S. I have no financial interest in the products which I write about in my Substack.

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Cancer: adjunctive care – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C

Cancer: adjunctive care – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C

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For nearly six months, Pierre and I have been seeing patients for adjunctive cancer care. In one week, as of 8/12/24, our adjunctive cancer care will be augmented Dr Sid Lawler, an internist with more than twenty years of clinical practice. The Leading Edge Clinic is one of five practices nationally participating in a five-year observational study sponsored by the FLCCC Alliance, evaluating the clinical benefit of a ketogenic (keto) diet, repurposed supplements and prescription medications in treating cancer. This intervention, an integration of a keto diet with layered therapy, is based upon the groundbreaking research of Dr Paul Marik and his protocol . Pierre is putting the finishing touches on a detailed four-part Substack series on this topic. In the meantime, I’m going to supply a focused update on what I’ve learned so far from our current patients.

DIET AND GLUCOSE MONITORING CHALLENGES

About fifty percent of my patients have had some kind of difficulty with the keto diet. For starters, we are using the Libre3 continuous glucometer sensor, which costs $80 and, unless a person is diabetic, insurance won’t cover it. The value of the monitor, especially in the first weeks and months of treatment is invaluable, because it gives patients real-time feedback about the glucose spikes which result from different dietary choices. Some patients can’t get over the fact that the sensor uses a small needle, and remains in place for two weeks. If they get really sweaty in the hot weather, it may not stay attached. Some older patients are technically challenged and not up to downloading the app to a phone which provides continuous reporting on their current glucose levels.

Our target goal is a glucose of 50-80 ng/dL, and that alone scares some patients and their family members. They have long been told that if their glucose gets below 70 ng/dL they should drink some juice or eat something, because a lower blood sugar is considered life-threatening. The truth is that as we move away from simple carbohydrates (carbs) and our bodies learn to happily use ketones for fuel, we can think and feel just fine with a glucose of 50 ng/dL.

There are the patients who are underweight when we have our first visit, because they have already started chemotherapy, radiation, and/or immunotherapy and are dealing with decreased appetite and nausea. Limiting them to keto options doesn’t necessarily make sense, so we are instead guiding them in harm reduction: e.g. avoiding processed foods, sugary beverages, and simple carbs. Simple changes such as the order of eating can help tremendously: i.e. eating leafy greens first, then proteins/fats, then starches, and then fruit.

There have also been family members who are on speed dial and ever-ready to take the patient out for White Castle or McDonalds, because “you deserve it.” In part, this reflects that the patient has come to us because of a different family member who is diligently researching and aches to save their loved one’s life, but if the patient her/himself isn’t as committed, there is only so much we can do.

VITAMIN K2

Dr Marik’s protocol advises the use of a Vitamin D3 / K2 combination when high-dose Vitamin D3 is being used. I have previously written about my clinical observations re: compounding factors which promote and perpetuate microclotting in our post-acute sequelae of COVID (PASC) and COVD vaccine-injured patients. Vitamin K2 is one of those factors. In one of my first followup visits with a patient who is a retired nurse, I didn’t get my first sentence out before she said “I’m not taking any more of that Vitamin K2 you ordered. My infusaport has been working fine for a year, and as soon as I started taking the Vitamin K2, it clogged up from clotting. No more!” I didn’t object, and we discussed the other factors to consider when taking high-dose Vitamin D3 which help manage calcium levels: 30 minutes of weight-bearing exercise (e.g. walking) daily, 250-500mg of Magnesium daily, and limiting, or stopping, the intake of dairy products due to their contribution of excessive free Calcium.

One challenge here is that some patients are too weak or fatigued to walk thirty minutes a day. If someone has $6,000 to purchase a Juvent, I think that 20 minutes a day on the Juvent is a fair approximation, but this is beyond the budget for most. When D3 and K2 are in the same supplement, one can quickly arrive at a daily intake of more than 1000mcg of K2, and these are levels at which I have observed PASC and vaccine-injured patients get stuck with stage/grade 4 of 4 microclotting. I’ve communicated my concerns to Dr Marik, and there is some agreement that separating Vitamin K2 from Vitamin D3 intake is reasonable. In this way, a patient can plan for 100mcg of K2 daily, or 800mcg weekly.

RESEARCHING FAMILY MEMBERS

Pierre and I both have encountered many patients and family members who are diligently researching cancer treatments, and bombarding us with messages that reference articles and studies which promise good clinical results from any number of supplements and prescription therapies. There are 256 repurposed drugs and over 2000 nutraceuticals that reportedly have anti-cancer mechanisms.  One cannot treat a disease using over 2000 medicines. Very few of the long list has reliable, or extensive, clinical or in vitro evidence. (In vitro is Latin for “in glass.” It describes medical procedures, tests, and experiments that researchers perform outside of a living organism. An in vitro study occurs in a controlled environment, such as a test tube or petri dish.) Our approach follows Dr. Marik’s protocol, which relies on those therapies which have the widest and deepest evidence base in both efficacy and known safety.  

Telling the social media “experts” apart can be difficult

While we try to be clear with patients and their family members about what we do and don’t provide in our adjunctive care, we still encounter a lot of pushback. E.g. patients encounter the X posts of physicians like Dr William Makis who make claims re: his ability to treat cancer with repurposed supplements and prescription medications. He states “We have proposed a ‘first in the world’ protocol!” It would seem he hasn’t heard of the FLCCC Alliance, or Dr Marik’s protocol which was published in…August of 2023. Dr Makis isn’t doing the right thing. The best example I can give you is that he promotes the use of Laetrile (Amygdalin), derived from the seeds of Apricots. On X he posted “Bioactive compounds are a crucial part of any “Alternative Cancer Treatment” strategy and Apricot fruit and seeds are a reasonable addition (nothing even remotely controversial about it).” https://x.com/MakisMD/status/1784557179975942564 He makes quick work of dismissing concerns that Laetrile is a cyanogenic glycoside—as in, it contains cyanide. If you read Dr Marik’s protocol, you’ll find Laetrile listed at position #45 under Recommended Against. In 2015, a Cochrane systematic review failed to identify any studies of Laetrile which met their inclusion criteria.

DISMISSIVE ONCOLOGISTS, OBEDIENT AND FEARFUL PATIENTS

Thanks to Dr Marik and forward thinkers/researchers/writers such as Thomas Seyfried, Otto Warburg, Jane McLelland, Travis Christofferson, Jeffry Dach, Nasha Winter and Jess Higgins, we now understand that a combination of keto diet and repurposed drugs can target cancer stem cells and increase both the safety the effectiveness of modern Oncology’s primary tools: chemo, radiation, surgery and immunotherapy. For patients who are working with an Oncologist who doesn’t dismiss adjunctive care, the length and number of treatments can be decreased, with fewer adverse effects. My experience so far is that at best, Oncologists tolerate patients’ used of repurposed therapies up until “the real treatment begins”, and then direct them to cease all adjunctive therapies. In his Forward to Dr Marik’s protocol, Dr Justus Hope writes that proactively adding repurposed drugs as early as possible can help prevent cancer stem cells from regrowing the tumor into a more resistant and sometimes indestructible form. Chemotherapy and radiation target about 10% of active cancer cells, but miss the other 90%, and do not address the stem cells which give rise to more cancer. It’s comparable to the way mowing the lawn actually makes the grass grow more. Most of the repurposed drugs which we are using in our adjunctive therapy target the cancer stem cells.

CROSSOVER OF CLINICAL EXPERIENCE

We’ve treated more than 6,000 patients for acute COVID, PASC, and COVID vaccine-injury since we opened our practice in February 2022. It turns out that the expertise we have developed during this time is invaluable to our delivery of adjunctive cancer care. The spike protein of COVID illness and vaccines has profoundly altered the inner universe of our bodies. We have good reason to believe that the spike protein is often at work behind the turbo cancers which are emerging. Understanding how to diagnose and treat the sequelae of spikopathy, including mast cell activation syndrome (MCAS), microclotting, dysbiosis, neuropathic, cardiovascular and pulmonary pathologies, makes us more effective at treating cancer in the current contaminated environment, where spikopathy and its impact on the human body is rampant.

As we learned to use layered therapies to treat COVID, PASC and vaccine injury, we are also learning to use layered therapy as adjunctive therapy for cancer. Importantly, the clinical options are safe, gentle, often economical, and can be used together with current conventional approaches. In both cases, it has been necessary to challenge the pre-existing and economically supported assumptions, choosing instead to follow the revelations of existing, if rarely cited, science. We have a lot of work to do, and a long way to go, but I feel confident in the integrity of the practice we have built, and in the pathway that Dr Marik’s protocol has provided.

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Zeolite – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C

Zeolite – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C

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Yours truly on dish duty, using “all-natural detergent, before we jettisoned our aluminum pots and pans.

PAST

In the Fall of 1992, I was twenty-two years old, had just left my service with the Brethren Volunteer Service, and was living in a boarding house. I was still trying to pursue my dream of becoming a farmer, attempting to get a visa to live and work in France. Working as a cook at an Italian place, I made very little money, and got around Philadelphia either by foot or by bike. I was the third owner of my bike at the time, which was a small-framed Lotus twelve-speed. The Lotus had been a high-end Japanese bike in its day, and is still in my possession. One day, the chain and gears were gummed up with grease and grime, so I brought home (a single walkup bedroom with a hot plate and shared bathroom) some ALL NATURAL cleaner. It was called CitraSolv, concentrated cleaner and degreaser. It had a pleasant citrus smell. I mixed some with water in a quart plastic yogurt cup and proceeded to dip an old toothbrush in the solution and brush grease off the gears. The first thing I noticed was that I starting to get a headache. About ten minutes in, I went to make another dip in the cup with my brush, and noted that there was liquid around the cup, and that the cup was now half its size. What? The Citrasolv had melted the plastic in a neat line around the top of the solution.

It was an early lesson in the fact that all-natural is not the same as gentle, or non-toxic, or safe. We still keep a bottle of the stuff around the house for odd tasks, although I’d say it has been a very long time since I’ve used it. But I treat it with tremendous respect , work with it outside, and am careful to avoid sparks or open flames.

PRESENT

I count nearly a dozen Naturopathic Doctors (ND) among my patients and trusted colleagues. In email exchanges facilitated by Dr JP Saleeby, as well as in person at the February 2024 FLCCC Conference, I’ve had the pleasure of interactions with the ND, Dr Kristina Garman. Visits with NDs who are my patients are among the most stimulating and challenging, because they are generally very smart, very experienced, and philosophically opposed to most, if not all, pharmaceutical interventions which I would propose. They want to treat themselves and their own patients “naturally.” It is only after these approaches have failed to yield satisfactory results that they come to us. I lead with these statements, because I want to be clear that I respect, appreciate, and value their intelligence and clinical expertise.

The Leading Edge Clinic operates under the legal framework of the First Nation Medical Board (FNMB), and a foundational principle of the FNMB is that indigenous or native medicine is plant-based medicine. In a sense, it is “old-fashioned” medicine. The longer our practice is open, and the more we learn, the more often we are using plant-based medicines, and the larger the percentage of what we do resembles indigenous medicine. E.g. Bacopa, which is an Ayurvedic medicine, has played an important role in rebalancing neurotransmitters, supporting thyroid function, knocking spike off nicotinic receptors, and improving both musculoskeletal and neurologic function because of increased acetylcholine production. I like to tell patients that Ayurvedic medicine is a pleasure to use, because it has been field-tested for three thousand years, and is often adaptogenic, meaning it brings the body towards homeostasis, whether certain parameters are low or high.

Nevertheless, none of us was taught in medical school or practice how to treat the pathology resulting from a bioweapon made in a lab, and with the COVID virus and COVID shots, that is what we are dealing with. Most of the patients who find their way to the Leading Edge Clinic (LEC) have already tried many conventional – and natural – approaches. If I had a nickel for every patient whose functional medicine doctor, ND, chiropractor, or acupuncturist tested them and asserted that they have mold and heavy metal toxicity, well, I could buy a vintage Volvo C30 with less mileage and fewer dents than the one I drive. It may be that they have mold and heavy metal toxicity, but the treatments they have received didn’t resolve their symptoms, and so, after months or years of treatment, we might safely assume that there may be something else at play. Given worldwide environmental contamination with the spike protein and its innumerable resulting pathologies, the chances are pretty good that treating spikopathy will help the patient get better.

Two labs which we rely upon consistently in our practice at the Leading Edge Clinic test levels of spike antibody and microclotting. I have written several times about different variables which I think promote and perpetuate microclotting. However, a new variable has appeared on my radar: Zeolite.

There have been two distinct clinical groups which introduced me to Zeolite. The first was a group of pharmacology researchers in Puerto Rico who were proposing “natural” approaches to treating post-acute sequelae of COVID (PASC) and injury from the COVID shots. Under the category of chelation, they listed Alpha Lipoic Acid, Chlorella, and Zeolite.

Zeolite recommendations from an ND colleague

The second clinical group is an online discussion group sponsored by ZeroSpike, the small non-profit startup which developed and manufactures NAC Augmentata. Clinicians in this clinical group practice in Europe, Australia, New Zealand, Japan, Canada and the United States. One particularly knowledgeable Naturopathic Doctor is a regular and lengthy contributor, and on several occasions has shared his recommended brands of Zeolite and how he uses them to treat PASC, vaccine injury and other illnesses.

As a Family Nurse Practitioner who was educated in mainstream universities, and worked in hospitals for most of my career, the things which I know about nutrition, homeopathy, supplements, counseling, microcurrent therapy, etc. were often encountered along the way in life, but not in the classroom. My Grandpop used to called it the school of hard knocks. For this reason, I value the lively discussion about holistic or alternative approaches to healing, but I continue to interrogate those approaches from the perspective of my Western medical training.

Zeolite nearly got past my defenses. I had actually recommended it to a patient, because he was reading about chelation and was eager to try something to facilitate it. I shared the three suggested brands from the ND in the ZeroSpike group. Later that same day, I had finished with my charts and was digging a little on the internet when I came across a nugget of information. Zeolite had been used in military field dressings for a while, but was then discontinued. Hmmm. I thought that was interesting – and curious. I dug a little deeper. It turns out that the military used dressings with Zeolite, because the dressings rapidly promoted coagulation and staunched bleeding from wounds. They discontinued use of the Zeolite-infused dressings because of thermal injuries and promotion of micro emboli. Full stop! Before I left the office that night I messaged the patient and asked him to disregard my recommendation of Zeolite, saying that we would find something else to use.

That week I messaged the ND on the ZeroSpike chat, mentioning what I had learned about the military’s use of Zeolite dressings. I asked if he ever checked microclotting in his patients and, if he did, were there any concerns about Zeolite promoting clotting. Crickets. That wasn’t a good sign.

A month or two has since passed, and when patients invariably bring up the issues of mold and heavy metal toxicity, and their online reading about chelation, I suggest that they try a topical product called EZDtox, which is readily available online, not too expensive, and well tolerated. EDTA has been FDA approved for chelation of lead and other heavy metals for decades. I defer discussion of mold and focus on managing their mast cells. I steer them clear of Zeolite.

Not too long ago I had a visit with a patient whose microclotting had just been rechecked, and despite six months of Rx and enzymatic anticoagulation therapy, it remained a 4 out of 4. Something was amiss. We went through her medication list, and then her supplement list, coming up empty-handed. I said “You know, there is usually a reason for persistent microclotting, and the list is short: Vitamin K2, collagen, green protein powders with a lot of Vitamin K1 and K2, aluminum containing antacids – and something new to me – Zeolite.” A lightbulb seemed to go off and she said, “I use TRS Zeolite Spray.” (This is one of the three which my ND colleague had recommened in our online discussion). I said, “Ohhhh?” It turns out that she had been using TRS Zeolite spray for nearly two-and-a-half years. Her ND had tested her and advised that she was laden with mold and heavy metals, including arsenic and mercury, so that she needed to chelate them with Zeolite. It never made it onto her supplement list. “Why not?” I asked. “Oh, I’ve been taking that forever and didn’t think it counted.” She also wondered out loud if that might not be harming her kids, as she has been giving to them for some time also. “You know, I had stopped giving it to my daughter, but restarted it recently and now she is having balance issues.” I asked her to stop the TRS Zeolite spray, and also suggested that also she not give it to her children. We made a plan to recheck her microclotting in another month or two.

That afternoon I was catching up with my office mate Dr Fazio, telling him about my Zeolite story among others, and he asks: “What’s in the stuff? Like, what is is chemical composition.” I said, “Well, Zeolite. I’m actually not sure. Let’s look it up.”

From Wikipedia:

Zeolite is a family of several microporous, crystalline aluminosilicate materials commonly used as commercial adsorbents and catalysts. They mainly consist of siliconaluminiumoxygen, and have the general formula Mn+1/n(AlO2)−(SiO2)x・yH2O where Mn+1/n is either a metal ion or H+. These positive ions can be exchanged for others in a contacting electrolyte solution. H+ exchanged zeolites are particularly useful as solid acid catalysts.

Aluminum in our house, including the packaging of my “all natural” Weleda toothpaste

Dear Lord! Aluminosilicates!! They contain aluminum!!! If you have been following this Substack, you might know by now that aluminum in our bloodstream is catastrophic, as it promotes flocculation, the sludging of red blood cells, platelets and proteins. It’s the same process, using aluminum, which is used to induce solid waste to settle out of liquid sewage. Ooof, this was ugly.

Now it made sense that the wound packs which the military was using would promote micro emboli.

And it also made sense that my patient with the 4 of 4 microclotting was doing so poorly. She was literally poisoning herself on a daily basis with the “natural” chelator. Geesh!

Another week went by and I had a visit with a different patient who has made some progress, but not what I would expect for all the therapies that we have utilized. I took a scan through her med and supplement list before we started and what did I see? Zeolite. During the visit I asked her how long she had been on it? One year. What was the reason? Mold toxicity and heavy metals. And who recommended it? An ND. Sigh. Another nickel.

At the end of the day, “natural” therapies understandably hold more appeal than pharmaceutical ones, as I have said above. Over time, in the LEC, we are using more and more plant-based medicines in our practice. But, and it’s a big BUT, “natural” doesn’t always equal safe, and an ND doesn’t necessarily understand what effect spikopathy has on the body, or that it could be amplifying what symptoms they are seeing. As we continue to learn about how to effectively heal from PASC and the COVID shots, we need to use many different tools, some of which are pharmaceuticals. At baseline, we endeavor to do no harm, and when our clinical experience and lab testing show us that a therapeutic is hurting patients, we should take it out of our toolbox. I would assert that, in a post-COVIDian era, Zeolite should be crossed off the list.

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Love and marriage – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C

Love and marriage – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C

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Waiting with other couples outside City Hall to get married

Love and Marriage

Three things have me thinking about love and marriage this week: a few tough conversations with my wife Kerrie, the recent second marriage of a close colleague, and the death of a patient’s husband.

Kerrie and I have been together since the Fall of 1992. We took our relationship for a test drive, so-to-speak, when we moved in together in August 1994. We didn’t get married until May 1997, the same year that both my sister and brother-in-law got married.

Kerrie with maids of honor Linda and Anne

Scott with best man Paul

Our approach was simple and frugal. We bought her lavender rose bouquet on our walk to City Hall in Center City Philadelphia. Judge Rayford Means conducted a civil ceremony in his office on his lunch break. We had been in the court room and watched him sentence someone to a lengthy sentence in prison just moments before. The layers of meaning were not lost on us, and just in case they were, when we left the Justice Center, the police guarding the entrance were laughing ruefully and said almost in unison “Another life sentence handed out!” My close friend Paul, with whom I had weathered three years of nursing school, was my best man. Two of Kerrie’s art school classmates and former apartment-mates Anne and Linda were her maids of honor. Afterwards we enjoyed a feast at our favorite Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, Lee How Fuk. I know that my dad and Kerrie’s dad were both relieved when they heard of our wedding, because their bank accounts had just taken a huge hit. My sister and Kerrie’s brother both had lavish weddings with rehearsal dinners, more than a hundred people in attendance, and a big celebration afterwards. Sadly, they were then both divorced after about one year of marriage.  Here we are twenty seven years later, and still growing together. 

It would be too easy for me to say that the reason we are still married is because we are more mature or more committed than others, although we do each have some of those qualities.  I certainly don’t feel superior to other people who have gone through the crucible of divorce. A saving grace of our relationship has been the tool of Reevaluation Counseling, or RC, and the ability to listen to each other which that has cultivated in us.  But if I am being brutally honest, I would say that staying married for this long owes a lot to luck, fate, and codependence as much as anything else.

Yesterday I told my wife that we are both wounded birds trying to live in community with each other. I’ve never understood or been sympathetic, let alone admiring, when a couple celebrating their 50th year anniversary quips that they never had an argument. The idea is unfathomable to me. If you are two distinct individuals, who are growing over time through the different stages of life and human development, I simply don’t think it is possible to not ever argue. 

My wife has often described me as a strong cup of tea.  Other people who have had childhoods and physical ailments similar to mine have easily fallen into addiction and self-destruction. I know this because over the last forty years I have counseled with some of them, and more than a couple are dead.  Living in Philadelphia for a decade made this harder in some ways, because of experiencing armed robberies, muggings, interrupting a rape and generally feeling unsafe in an unrelenting atmosphere of racial tension and urban violence… it doesn’t tend to reassure someone about the benign reality and safety of the world.  I would say that one of my personal stages of development has been to tame my inner fire and rough edges so that I respond more calmly and thoughtfully in situations which I historically felt as provocative.  

At the risk of being cliché, what comes to mind is a song which Garth Brooks wrote and performed back in the early 90s. (I note that at least one person on You Tube included this song as one of the most annoying songs ever! LOL!!)

Standing Outside the Fire by Garth Brooks

We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk it the tables being turned

We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always come with getting burned

But you got to be tough when consumed by desire
‘Cause it’s not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall

We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all

They’re so hell bent on giving, walking a wire
Convinced it’s not living if you stand outside the fire

Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried it is merely survived
If you’re standing outside the fire

One dynamic of our marriage, which some couples may recognize, is that when one’s partner in life vibrates at a low or very high pitch, we respond inversely. I’m used to this in marriage, and it is helpful that both my wife and I recognize it and acknowledge it with the intention to recalibrate ourselves when it happens.  When at least one partner is doing this consciously it can help de-escalate a tense situation. We say “As long as you zig when I zag, we’re good.” Allow me to explain this with reference to an old friend.

Scott and David at an Ithaca Vinophile Society gathering

David Kraskow is an old friend and another nurse who I first met at our local regional medical center in 2000.  He is ten years my senior and has had his experiences of human development, meditation, spiritual practice, and intentional growth courses. He is self-described as pollyanna, without any negative connotation. For a period of years, we commuted together to work as we both were on the night shift and my house was along the way.

David encouraged my vinophilic interests, inviting me to weekly wine tastings at a local establishment, as well as monthly wine tastings with a vinophile society.  For a stretch of at least three years, we developed a ritual of returning to his home at the end of a night shift and sharing a glass of the most recent vin du jour.  I know that drinking alcohol at 7:30 in the morning would be cause for many to suspect alcoholism, but I will assert that having worked the night shift, it was our equivalent of stopping by the bar on the way home, and we imbibed in moderation.

The wine we were drinking was always a topic of discussion, but nothing was off-limits.  Being a strong cup of tea, a person of convictions and strong opinions, there would invariably be moments in the conversation were I would assert a rhetorical or empirical question, and David’s reply would send me over the edge. With equanimity he would say, “Yes, that is a question.” Aaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!  In the seesaw of our relationship, it would feel like we were on the playground and he was a playmate who had height and weight on me and he had just propped me up in the air. All I could do was flail and scream to “Let me down!”  

Me and Pierre at the February 2024 FLCCC Conference

I’ve come to notice a similar dynamic between myself and my practice partner, Pierre. He is an interesting combination of steely character, intelligence and curiosity, with an easygoing, carefree and generous approach to life. “Wow” is his most frequently used reply to any message via text. If he wasn’t a guy, I would say he is the most Valley Girl guy I have ever met.  All that is missing in his messages is “like”, as in “Like wow!” Small insight: he attended medical school in the Caribbean, where he would wind surf during the day and study at night. That is to say, he is not your typical doctor. 

So, my challenge to be more steady and less reactive in response to my partner has been accepted. I recognize an opportunity to grow when it presents itself. One other thing I have learned over many years of marriage is that if we are growing, we do not seek out people who are mirror images of ourselves, but instead seek relationships which include people who come from different backgrounds, have different world views, and have different manners of reacting and interacting with the world.  It would be too easy to slide into a pitch for diversity and inclusiveness, but I am talking about what we seek out for ourselves rather than what would be imposed upon us. Having worked in large urban hospitals, I have experienced the joy and sorrow of interacting with so many different kinds of people.

Pierre is exceedingly generous and forgiving in his treatment of healthcare professionals who remain embedded in the system which has implemented the plandemic. He would be the first to say that if the stars hadn’t aligned in a certain manner, he would still be plugging away in the system, worshipping the medical journals and buying the narrative. As a person who is vaccine-injured, or at least that is the excuse I give, I feel what Joni Mitchell would call a ‘thunderhead of judgement’ for those who continue to endorse the COVID shots as safe and effective, and thus continue to maim and kill innocent people. It feels hard to forgive and empathize with those nurses and doctors, when every day I have to overcome the physical, mental and emotional limitations imposed by the spike protein on my existence – and try to help heal others who are more severely injured and disabled. In upcoming Substacks, I plan to write about moral choices in history and the present, without resorting to a black and white/good guys vs bad guys approach, while seeking to understand how and why people make the decisions they do.

Today, as I write, a patient of mine is holding a funeral service for her husband of twenty eight years. What makes this especially poignant is that less than two weeks ago, they were both here in Ithaca so that I could treat her with stem cells and exosomes. We have delivered this therapy to patients in a protocol which follows the phase two clinical trials of Vitti Labs https://www.vittilabs.com/research-development/#research, in which they do infusions on day one, three and five. We also deliver exosomes nasally and via nebulization. There was ample time to spend one-on-one with the patient and her husband over the course of five days, and the love between them was palpable. Her husband was tender and sweet, of good cheer and very thoughtful in his words and actions. I enjoy hearing the story of how a couple met, and their story is unusual, in that they became friends in grade school, boyfriend and girlfriend in middle school, and then married twenty eight years ago. They have children and twenty grandchildren. Less than a week after they returned home, her husband was killed in a car crash.

Woking in the Emergency Department (ED) for fourteen years, and trauma at the end of my ED career, I have had a lot of contact with people who suffered serious injuries, some of whom died, following a motor vehicle crash. It is still stunning to interact with someone who is so full of life, and in what feels like mere moments later, is dead. We are holding this patient, her husband and their family in our prayers, and on this day especially, pray that God will ease their pain, and join them in celebration of the joyful kindness which their husband/father/grandfather radiated during his life.

For my colleague and friend who recently remarried, my modest and brief advice is to nurture your capacity to listen to each other, often and well. Try not to blame each other, and be quick to sincerely apologize for your missteps and thoughtless moments. Try to notice, and acknowledge (out loud guys), what you appreciate about them, and what they do. Plan to grow, and change, together, in the time with which you are blessed.

L’chaim! Mazel tov!

The newlyweds outside their favorite Chinatown restaurant in Philly

P.S. Short comments with words of wisdom from living in relationship are welcome.

P.S.S. My partner in practice at the Leading Edge Clinic, Dr Pierre Kory, just published the first of four installments on Adjunctive Cancer Care. Pleaes Subscribe to his Substack to read these, at https://substack.com/home/post/p-145035952?source=queue

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