People have been contacting me and asking about my health. I am jammed up with scheduled projects not started. I have been busy with 9 Doctors, many tests; several new medical problems and past ‘flare-ups’. The first 2 oral antibiotics didn’t work; I was given intravenous every day for 2 weeks. The process continues until I have an operation on December 22, 2017. The post-op recovery period is expected to be 3 months.

What happened?

Within 1/2 hour of the earthquake (Sept 20, 2017) The Mexican Government contacted us to provide them with ‘triangle of life’ video for broadcast nationally on Mexican Tv. The sound track was broadcast ma

ny times on National Radio. This did a lot to help to save more lives. The Mexican Authorities, people, victims, first responders were wonderful, to me; as always.

I drove my truck to Mexico City. I knew it would take more time (Than flying) but I wanted to have my truck (with my air purification equipment installed) to be my ‘safe haven’ from toxic exposure or a severe auto immune system attack caused by re-exposure to the World Trade Center poisons which should have killed me ( I had ingested enough poison to kill 200 people.).

Secondly, I bought the airline ticket of Jose Peralta, Peru. As a paramedic I thought he could help me if I had a severe attack. Well, I never connected with Jose and was on my own when my immune system went berserk.

Fifteen years ago, in Mexico City , I had an auto immune system attack. I contacted Dr Tim Smith, by phone. He told me that my re-exposure to 911 toxins was causing my blood to create ‘cretons’. These ‘cretons’ were thickening my blood; preventing it from flowing thru my lungs and body. He told me that I needed an injection of epinephrine and to get to ‘fresh air’ within 20 minutes or my heart would literally rupture under the pressure and I would be dead. I survived and never went back to Mexico City.

This time, I thought my machine would protect me and it did; nevertheless, when I left my truck to work I was exposed. I did have a portable device; however, it had overheated and I did not have time to build a new device. At the collapsed school, 2 Doctors saw me, in the distance, and were alarmed by my appearance. They insisted on checking my blood pressure. It was ‘off the scale’. They were alarmed. I went back to my truck for my machine to purify the air inside and outside my lungs. I was too late.

The auto immune system attack started:

1) My lungs started burning

2) My chest started hurting; I was out of breath and I felt like my heart was under pressure.

3) I drove to a field, by the side of a country road and slept in the back seat of my truck for 2 days; until, I could get enough strength to start driving the 10,000 km back home.

4) I became dizzy, my eyes were unfocused and every tiny scratch on my body became a huge pus filled swollen sore. I counted 32 of these huge sores. I developed a cyst, the size of a chicken egg, filled with poison, on my arm.

5) Infection was throughout my body. My left testicle became 5 times larger than normal. It was infection spreading throughout my body. I was given oral antibiotics. They didn’t work. The Hospital did more  tests and gave me a different oral antibiotic. That didn’t work. They started me on a daily intravenous (It took 7 hours the first session) with the strongest antibiotic possible. I ended 14 days of intravenous, yesterday.

The infection seems to be gone; however, I am left as a medical wreck and need to have surgery to remove the hydrocele that has formed around my left testicle.

I plan to get back to work; as hard as possible, to make up for lost time. I think that it will be February or March; before, I can continue my trip to the Middle east and the Holy land. I want to go for spiritual reasons; as well as train first responders to save lives from bombed buildings.

A previous team of Medical Specialists have diagnosed me with Systemic Peripheral Neuropathy: involuntary severe individual muscle contractions, loss of strength in muscles and ‘phantom’ pain flashes of my nervous system sending severe pain signals to my brain..without normal injury. One second my foot feels like it was hit with a hammer and  5 seconds later that is gone and I fill like my arm is being broken…etc..etc..etc The pain is there but no injury. This is not fun.

My diagnosis is that the lead (enough for 510 people to be legally declared ‘lead poisoned’ in the city of new York) and 32 other neural toxins found in my body at unprecedented levels is causing a complete collapse of my nervous system.

At my worst point, 911 caused me to have 47 simultaneous medical problems. Now, I have, only, 35 medical problems. I need to go to my missions , with my machines and do all I can; while I still can.

Once, I become paralyzed then I will publish my book. It is a book about many positive and wonderful ‘joys’ of life; with horror, terror, assassination, death squads, treason and crimes against humanity. After, I am in a wheelchair I will still fight against evil.

I refuse to give up. I love my life and what I have done with it.

Treat your life like it is the most precious thing that you possess; because, it is. The question is: “What are you going to do with it?”

Prelude; Some of my thoughts before going to the Mexico City earthquake:

1. For the first time in 32 years. I thought that my ‘Death-There’ was certain.

Why? Mrs Lois McLeod, 95 years old, is the mother of my best childhoood friend. She spoke with me. She told me that she had had nightmares that I died , at the Mexico City Earthquake. Mrs mcleod is very conservative, functional, realistic and a no-nonsense type of person. She remains so. I was ‘analytical’ that she ‘foresaw’ my death. Especially her..after 52 years of knowing me…and seeing me escape the’ clutches of death’ a routine and boring number of times.

I started saving lives on a large scale; during the 1985 Mexico City earthquake.

It seemed too appropriate, too bizarre, too ‘pre-determined’ ; for me to die on the 32nd anniversary, to the day, in a collapsed school, in Mexico City. A collapsed school, in Mexico City was the first of 892 collapsed buildings that I was intimate with. Considering the bizarre nature of an  ‘active’ life….. experience; I expected to die, in Mexico City. It could not have been more appropriate. To die, in a collapsed school, on the same day, in the same city as I had started 32 years ago.

The Lord knows. I do not. I will not make a mistake, at a rescue. I will fight to save lives and survive till my last breath.

I am surprised that I did not die; under the rubble of Mexico City Earthquake 2017.

All the horror of my years of going into Hell, to save lives and reduce suffering gave me the understanding  of many of life’s mysteries. I would like nothing better than to die; saving somebodies life; however, I seem to be too capable to die that way.

I will do the best that I can; with any challenge. I really love saving lives, helping people and doing good things. I will do whatever God wants me to do.

I am still alive. I will save more lives and..Before, I die…..my book will be the ‘summation of my life long experiences.’