Susan WonderStone's Blog


Good enough. Good enough for me!
January 15, 2017, 11:36 pm
Filed under: coaching, Death, Inspiration, recurrent metastatic melanoma
The following started out as a facebook comment. I realized more than the person I was writing it too, needed to hear it. I like this picture better than the one last night because my arms are in it. I’m excited to see my transformation!img_0554
Doing what I can! For me, the most important thing has been continuing to do what makes me happy! Several things are missing due to $, but for the free things, hiking in the forest,playing in my garden, creating food and crafts (I have a canvas with my vagina painted on it hanging by the front door. My son is glad my art skills are more abstract), dancing naked in the house, dancing fully clothed wherever I feel like it, doing things to make people smile (I go to parades wearing a Wonder Woman outfit), randomly laughing to see how many people I can get to laugh too, connecting with people of all walks of life, giving random dogs butt scratches, taking care of my body with food, exercise, orgasm – lots of orgasm!, body scrubs, soaps and moisturizers I make…
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It’s good enough. You know what it is.

I’m sure there’s more.
My point is, do what makes you happy. If you want to fish every day for the rest of your life, do it. If you want to do memorable things with people you love, do that! Nobody was put here to do the things you want to do, but you.
Cancer is a shitty way to leave the planet. There are so many better ways to go! If I don’t jump out of an airplane into an active volcano, I’ll probably be the first to die that way, whatever it is.
It seems I’ve been trying to prove myself most of my life. Only a few people along the way told me I sucked, would never achieve my goals or not good enough. Good enough for who? People who tell others they’re not good enough, or even imply it,  feel inadequate and want more at their party. Why did I choose to listen to them over the ones who told me good stuff? I’ve finally figured out I’m good enough exactly how I am! The more I believe in myself, the more people believe in me! We all have so much value!
Do you remember what you wanted to be when you were 5? Do you remember who you wanted to be when you were 20?
Do you remember the dreams you pushed aside for whatever reasons?
Some people call it a bucket list. I call it life. Make that list and start checking things off. We’ll never finish everything on our lists, but it sure is fun doing them!
You don’t know what you want? Then step one is: connecting with 1 new person every day and asking them what’s on their list. Eventually, you’ll have so many ideas along with new friends to do them with.
Live every day to the fullest! We don’t know how many we have left!
Love, gratitude and blessings
~Susan


Bloodroot Black Salve – 1 week
January 15, 2017, 2:34 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

It’s been one week since I applied  bloodroot black salve to the spot on the back of my neck/upper back. There was a deeper area, almost in the center, about the size of a nickel. It separated along the edges  from the larger area three days ago, but stayed connected underneath.

Since the first picture, I have done four magnesium sulfate enemas, 14 coffee enemas, spent Three hours in the hyperbaric chamber and 6 1/2 hours in the sauna, while also soaking my feet in a magnesium foot bath with essential oils. Today was rosemary, lavender and frankincense. I also made a salve out of cbd oil, Cocoa butter, Shea butter, beeswax, rosemary, lavender and frankincense. It smells amazing! I’ve increased the amount of ASEA I am drinking and used two tubes of RENU28 this week.

ASEA and RENU 28 are  mainly marketed for anti-aging and athletic performance. At times, I care about the anti-aging part, but the athletic benefits are almost as exciting as the side effects!

Today after the sauna, I tried to protect the owie from my shirt as I took it off. When  I went to wash it, there was only a dent. Somewhere between taking my shirt off and soaping up, it fell out. On the floor, down the drain, stuck in my hair… I don’t know where it is.

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Missing owie

I sprayed ASEA  on after my shower, followed by RENU28. I added the salve after. It is still tender, but better to have the chunk out than in! When I was looking  add it in the mirror, I noticed my back. I’ve been training and preparing to compete in the Emerald cup bodybuilding competition in April. I was so sick over the last week I question if I’d be able to continue…  until I saw my back. On my way home tonight, I stopped by and had my son take a picture of my back.  Remembering ASEA is marketed for athletic performance, I’d say it’s working for me! What are your fitness goals?

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Bloodroot Black Salve…Friend or Foe?
January 8, 2017, 1:09 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

The directions on the black salve 12 years ago (I’ve been told the fda doesn’t allow directions now) said not to use on anything larger than a dime without prescription pain meds. What do you do when “the mother ship” is much bigger than a dime? I’ve treated it twice in the last few years. It’s smaller, but I can feel how deep it is and know there’s more. A friend died from melanoma on Friday, so I decided that it didn’t make sense to wait any longer. I applied bloodroot black salve to the lump. It swelled significantly throughout the day on Saturday. I always seem to forget how bad it can get. I can totally see how anyone dealing with this pain could give up if they don’t see an end to it. I still have 40 Percocets from last year’s surgery, but I don’t want to have to detox that out of my body too. I’m determined to get every aspect of my health working at 100%!

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Ouch!

My bloodwork from last week shows most of my levels in the normal ranges, with cholesterol being off (totally makes sense in the naturopathic world for what I have going on), my thyroid needing assistance, which I’m doing, but correction is slower than I’d like. My body temperature has always been below “normal” which is an indication of a problem, unlike medically, they tend to only see high temperatures as a problem.

Increasing glutahione is beneficial for everything I need to correct. How cool that ASEA increases glutathione levels over 500%! I’ll order more and increase the amount I’m drinking! I’ll also use RENU28 and the advanced serum on it to help the process. I’m so thankful for the education I’ve gained by being blessed by the beast. I’m more of a beast and will triumphantly win!

ASEA is helping my body do what it forgot how to do. What will it do for you? It carries a money back guarantee too!

http://www.susanstory.teamasea.com

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan



Dog going to Franklin Falls
January 5, 2017, 10:26 pm
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img_0351This is to the woman I gave balm in a silver heart shaped tin to tonight.  It’s hard because it is so cold. Scrape a chunk out with your fingernail and rub it between the palms of your hands. Once it melts, rub it all over the pads of your dog’s feet. There’s enough wax in it that it should stay on for a while. I would definitely trim the hair on her feet before you go.  Put it in your backpack and apply it again if you feel like she needs it.  Let me know how you like it!

Have a great time!

Love, gratitude, and blessings ~Susan



What Would You Do?
December 25, 2016, 2:05 am
Filed under: What Would You Do?

Let me start by saying this is just a question. A question of a scenario, not about anyone you may think you know.

You’re coming out of the woods as a patrol car accelerates, then comes to a screeching halt. The officer yells out of the open window “Leash your dog!” as he gets out of the vehicle.He looks like he’s in middle school, but puffs his chest with authority.  You don’t have a leash. What do you do?

  1. Yell “Cops! RUN!!” hoping your pack isn’t spotted and goes deeper into the woods and that the unleashed dog chases them instead of running toward the officer to get butt scratches.
  2. Be honest and apologize and explain to the officer you’re a little messed up on Christmas cheer and forgot the leash.
  3. Simply turn and run back into the woods, knowing unleashed dog will follow you. (I’ve always thought if cops are chasing you on foot, you should at least try to outrun them… unless they have a dog.)
  4. Say to the officer “WHAT?!!” When he yells back, repeating to leash the dog, say
    “Oh my God! You see them too? My dad and his dog have been dead 18 and over 45  years. I’ve had psychics tell me they protect me on my night hikes, but I didn’t know anyone else could see them. I thought seeing them was all in my head. You really can see the dog and my dad?”

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    Merry Christmas from one of my favorite places

    Yes, I want to know…What Would You Do?

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan



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It’s Christmas Eve. It would be mom and dad’s 56th wedding anniversary if dad hadn’t died 18 years ago. It would be an anniversary for me too, but all I want to say about that is don’t ever make big days on holidays! It has the potential of really f’ing up what could be a great holiday! It doesn’t bother me anymore, but for some people, that kind of crap can last a lifetime. On that, I’m at home, almost alone. I was going to go to “the Lighthouse” with the kids, but felt like I needed to get things done at home. They’re on their way home and I’ve accomplished very little of what I was going to do. I have however been busy doing what apparently needed to be done. Still tired from a workout on Tuesday and working long retail days, I decided to do a third coffee enema, in hopes it would give me the energy I needed to attack my chores. I fell asleep on the floor, with a quart of coffee hanging out in my colon. I’m thankful it mostly stayed there! To clarify “mostly”, it didn’t spill, but most of it got absorbed by my healthy, functioning colon. When I woke up, I had to pee so bad I nearly pee’d on the floor. I love how well certain parts of my body work!

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I came downstairs to get started on my chores and Lucy kept following me and laying down within inches of where I was standing. It took a few times of her doing that for me to realize she was hungry. So was I. I made one of our favorite cooked meals of fried onions, mushrooms, burger, avocado mayo and brussel sprouts. She skips the onions and mushrooms. As I ate, I thought about how tired I’ve been lately. On March 18, when I came out of explant surgery, I asked my doctor if they put vaseline in my eyes. She said they hadn’t.  My right eye was so blurry I couldn’t see out of it. Part of it got better over the next few days, but I’ve had a strip in my vision that’s been blurry ever since. I have floaters in both eyes. Since surgery, I’ve done many things to detox my body from the silicone toxicity, mold and biotoxins that are commonly found in women with breast implants. When I had my live blood cell analysis last year, it showed high levels of mold, but at that time, I had no idea it could be from the implants. A few months ago, I could’ve accidentally killed myself taking oregano oil to kill the mold without realizing it also drops blood sugar. I was thankful I knew enough to check my blood sugar before I went to bed. It had already dropped to 60. I’m also on week 6 of a 12 week parasite, yeast, fungus cleanse. It should be helping! I remembered a vision test that’s supposed to tell if there are deeper problems than just vision. I found it online and decided to take it.

It’s called a Visual Contrast Sensitivity Test. https://www.vcstest.com/test/

I did the calibration, getting out the measuring tape to make sure I did it right without cheating. I covered my right eye and started the test. WTF?!! The beginning few on each test were visible, but the last few, I couldn’t see the circle, much less the direction of the lines within it. I took my glasses off and leaned in to cheat. Nothing. No difference. I couldn’t see any contrast, the circle or the lines. I tried to convince myself the test was messing with me and would show at the end that there wasn’t contrast on them. I completed the left eye, then switched to the right. Same thing. No contrast on the last 3-4 of each section. How could I be doing everything I’m doing and still have biotoxins not only affecting my vision, but also my memory, thought processes and who knows what else?! I started crying before I got the results. Once I saw the charts and read through my results, I cried more. I kept crying to the point I could no longer see the computer screen.

The kids called and asked if we wanted to meet them. Lucy and I left and walked with the entire pack in the woods for over an hour. It’s 1:11 on Christmas Day. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! It was one of the most exciting night hikes in a long time! Maybe I’ll tell you about that another time.

Apparently I just needed to cry. I know I’m not done yet. Every day, I pretend I’m healthier than I am. Every day, I allow others to think I’m healthier than I am. Everyone has cancer cells in their bodies, I just have a few who are as stubborn as I am and just refuse to die. Knowing that, eliminating ALL of the cancer probably won’t ever happen. Getting it down to a level where my healthy cells can help the stubborn ones transition makes more sense. It’s the same with the mold, the biotoxins and the silicone.  I know that our bodies make glutathione to detox crap out and ASEA increases glutathione levels 500-800%. I’ll keep doing what I do, drink more ASEA and just be happy. My ultimate goal is to be happy. The more things I can do to make myself happy, the happier all of my beautiful cells will be! The happier we are, the happier everything in and around us is too!

Do something to make yourself happy today and every day!

Love, gratitude and blessings!

Merry Christmas!

~Susan



Mom Love ❤️
December 24, 2016, 12:29 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

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I’ve been going with the kids to ecstatic dance whenever I’m available, which is been a lot more recently.  Shoes stay outside, along with talking and usually my glasses.  The last time I went, was the first time I spent a significant amount of time in the center of the dance floor.  I’ve always been afraid that someone would bump a tumor or  my lower back where L1 has been substituted with plastic rods and titanium screws. I’ve always done my own thing along the edges of the room, but I’ve been attempting to connect with more people lately.  It’s been so long since I’ve been… Oh wait! I’ve never really been social.   Aside from social media on the computer, I’ve always been great at doing my own thing, usually by myself. I know that I have so much to offer that being by myself is a dis-service to those who need the information I have.  I danced! I danced  with my eyes open. I danced with my  eyes closed.  I wasn’t thinking about my back or any other areas that might get hurt.  When I made it to the center of the dance floor. There was a group of about eight people following ones lead. I found myself in the middle of it.  We were moving in so many directions. Everyone doing their own thing, but doing it together, sometimes touching each other.  I’ve been practicing Ho’Oponopono more, so as I danced, I repeated the mantra in my head. “I’m  sorry.  Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you.” The way some people smiled, made me wonder if they knew what I was doing.

As the music slowed to the end,  a man I’ve never met ended up standing in front of me, the same direction I was standing.   My glasses were in my shoe outside of the room.  Even though my eyes were mostly closed, the parts I could see were all blurry except for him. It was as if nobody else was there. All of my attention was on him.We were so close, we were almost touching. He stretched his arms out  as if trying to find mine. I moved my arms closer to his  without looking. His arms were under mine. We slowly moved together.  People around us were giggling, then laughing. I opened my eyes but couldn’t tell what was happening.  I closed my eyes again and felt all the sensations in and around my body.With my arms resting on his,  he wrapped my right arm around himself and moved my  hand to the center of his chest. He then moved my left arm on top.  He then put his arms on top of mine and squeezed us tight.  I felt love. I felt loved. I felt sweat dripping  down our arms.  His hair was in my face, it smelled good. I was confused. I didn’t care  that I was sweating on a man I had never met and that he was dripping on me. He smelled good. I was loving him and felt loved by him. The love I felt was so intense, but there was no spark. No sexual spark.

Our breathing synchronized. We held tight as we continued to breathe together. Even though I wanted to just feel,  many thoughts circled my head. I have no idea how long we embraced.  Somebody behind me touched my shoulder. The energy shifted and I started to get dizzy.  He must have felt it too because he loosened his hug. I squeezed one more time before letting go and sitting down on the floor.  I touched his foot, my way of thanking him and closed my eyes again. Several minutes later when I opened my eyes he was gone.

On the way home, I was telling the kids about my experience. I told them it felt like mom love. They both knew what I meant.

That night in the hot tub, I reflected on the evening. Mom love. Unconditional love. Real love. I hope that everyone reading this has felt and given mom love!

I love you!

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan