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



Why did you lie to me? Why didn’t you tell me?

Why did you lie to me? Why didn’t you tell me? They aren’t always the same.  My ex husband would call me a liar for omitting what he considered to be important information. To him, withholding information was identical to lying. Learning what he thought was important vs what I thought was important was the miscommunication.

The last few weeks, I’ve been lonely, sad and confused, wondering why people who I thought I was close to had been lying to me. I mentioned it to my son, who quickly enlightened me. The last few weeks weren’t about being lied to, it was about opening my eyes and seeing the truth. A few quick checks when I originally felt the incongruency of the words I was being told vs the way it made me feel, would have revealed the truth months ago. Was I so lonely that I wanted to maintain those relationships even though I knew something was off?  A few quick phone calls and internet searches later… The FAA had no record of the husband who had been the pilot in a Beechcraft King Air plane crash with a fatality of a passenger. The police department had no premise records of arrests made at a specific address. Google images and Zillow revealed that the address wasn’t in a multi-million dollar gated community with a giant pool, but a small neighborhood of condominiums off of a busy road with a Walmart at the closest stop light and the nearest pool in a backyard of the next neighborhood over. County records revealed that the roommate I was told was an unattractive beer drinking buddy, turned out to be a wife. Friends asked to borrow money and showed me documentation, indicating when they were getting paid. That day is long gone. Even though it didn’t feel right, I didn’t want my  past money screwovers to make my current decisions.  I’ve often slipped, but try not to punish current people in my life for injustices of people in my past. When new people treat me in the same poor ways as people no longer in my life, I’ve noticed that I’m the common denominator. Funny how when I see problems, I’m always there! (Ho’oponopono)

Just kidding! I’m thankful for the truths you showed me!

When my first husband didn’t get the job we moved to Seattle for, he became a private investigator. I didn’t remember how much I enjoyed finding the truth. Well, finding the truth – the answers, to other people’s questions. Why did it hurt when I discovered the truth wasn’t what I thought it was from some of the important people in my life?

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Cameron and I were talking more about lying vs the truth. He reminded me those people are only being my mirrors. He asked me how I’m lying to myself. I told him I didn’t think I was. The conversation went on a tangent, talking about the trails we were hiking. Unknowingly to me, it cleverly went back.

“Mom, do you have cancer?”

“I don’t know.” Pretending I’m the healthy person I see myself being, but not totally honest by saying yes or no.

“Nailed it!” Cameron said.

“Nailed what?” I asked.

He went on to remind me that I do have cancer on the back of my neck, on my chest, on my left leg and possibly on the back of my head. Right now, the skin is intact, but I can still feel the lumps under the skin. We are working with energetic healing techniques for awhile before I black salve the areas again. Plus, as effective as it is, black salve hurts and I’m filling my time with things that feel good!

He asked me how I can let the go of the cancer if I won’t acknowledge its existence. You won’t change something that you don’t think is a problem.

Oh my! He’s been listening! All these years, I’ve been teaching him things and now he’s showing me the part of my mirror I was missing! He’s right! When things are working, we don’t normally change them. It’s when things no longer work that we want something better.

I do my daily treatments and continue eating my ketogenic diet, but I don’t think a lot about why I do it. Once in awhile, someone will ask about my scars and I tell them I have melanoma. It has become something I live with, not a life threatening disease. The looks on their faces tell me I should be more concerned. Sometimes, it scares me and I think about it too long, scaring myself more.

Because of current statistics, cancer is seen by many as a death sentence. Most people are devastated when they get the news that a loved one has cancer. Some patients don’t want the sadness from friends and loved ones, so they don’t tell anyone. I was considered “terminal” for over a year before I told my family. If I thought I sounded sick, I wouldn’t answer the phone and would call people back when I felt like I could fake it and sound good enough that they wouldn’t ask questions. My mom noticed I coughed a lot when we talked on the phone. It was such a normal thing, I denied I was coughing much. I tried to tune it out. Since even back then, I had stopped going to doctors, I don’t know if cancer made it to my lungs or not. Now, after learning about the mold that grows inside saline breast implants, the coughing could have been from mold toxicity.

When I finally told people I had been dealing with recurrent melanoma with liver and lymphatic system metastasis, they didn’t ask why I lied to them, they asked “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I talk to cancer patients who keep their diagnosis a secret, a lot. The “I” I’m about to speak of is only a percentage of cancer patients, but it is a common theme.

Especially around the holidays, I make excuses why I can’t spend time with family or friends like I used to. Too much going on at work, nobody to feed the fish or put compost in the worm bin. I do my best to only show up when I feel like I look good. I don’t want people to treat me like I’m dying. Sometimes, whether from the cancer or the treatments, my memory doesn’t quite work like it used to. I forget birthdays, anniversaries, doctor’s appointments, lunch dates,payment due dates. Things that are important to me. I feel like shit when I let you down. I tell myself I will try harder, but I forget again. You quit calling. Would you still be mad if you knew I was dying?  Would a forgotten birthday be remembered, along with your refusal to communicate, after I’m gone? Would you ask “why didn’t you tell me?”

Just because a friend or family member is being distant, doesn’t mean they have cancer or any other disease they don’t want to admit to. It does however mean, they may need your love now, more than ever.

Those who purposely lied to me. I’ll love them at a distance.

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Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan



Wiener Friendly Soap – Because it Feels Good
December 7, 2016, 1:26 am
Filed under: Cleansing, health, Laughing, Love, Wiener Friendly Soap

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Wiener Friendly Soap. Someone else built the website. I used to call him my hero. The way I see it, once my hero, always my hero, but he’s a ghost now. Hopefully soon, I’ll figure out what I need to do to change the website. Originally, he developed the recipe and made the soap to help me with finances because of his love for me. Before he vanished, he gave me the recipe he used. I bought new molds and made another RC Willie stamp. I make the soap now while playing 528Hz music. It’s the “love” frequency. I’ve been told it affects everything around it. I know I feel happier when I’m listening to it compared to music that’s not 528Hz. Either way, I’m happy when I make the soap and I feel like it makes the soap happier too!  Wiener Friendly Soap has always been made with LOVE! Just look at it! RC Willie has always been loved and happy, but now he feels happy too!   Wiener Friendly Soap is still made using all natural, organic oils. It’s luxurious lather is great for cleaning all body parts, not just wieners.

Like most things in my life, I LOVE Wiener Friendly Soap because it feels good. I love the way the bubbles glide over my skin. I love how smooth my legs are after shaving with its luxurious lather.  I love how soft my skin and hair feel after my shower. I love how my hands still feel moisturized no matter how many times I wash them throughout the day.

Whether you’re using your hands to gently wash your body with Wiener Friendly Soap’s emollient rich suds, or vigorously scrubbing with an exfoliating bubbly wash cloth, you’ll love the way your skin feels both in the shower and after. Showering with a friend?  Be assured that even if they don’t know the dynamics of where soap shouldn’t go, if they slip up or wash the wrong direction, Wiener Friendly Soap, really is wiener friendly! Penis friendly, vagina friendly, whatever “they” call theirs, it’s friendly to that too! Wiener Friendly Soap is also friendly to faces, butt cracks, armpits and between your toes.

RC Willie wants you to feel good! No judgements. One rule. You can wash any body part as fast or slow as you like.

Wiener Friendly Soap – Because it Feels Good!

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan



Nova Award Winning Diamond Ring
December 3, 2016, 12:43 am
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Almost a year later. The ring is still asking for a forever home.

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Of course there’s a story…I bought this just before my dad died in 1998, shortly after the first man of my dreams (of 14 years), kicked me out and filed for divorce. I knew I shouldn’t spend the money on it, but I LOVED it! It didn’t fit, but I figured I could shrink a little so it would fit. (I didn’t know I would put so much effort into bodybuilding, so it still doesn’t fit.) I was lost in so many ways. I was seeing a counselor, trying to figure out where my life was headed. She decided to take me through a meditation. I don’t remember all of the details, but I will always remember the boxes. During the meditation, she said there were 3 boxes in the room. At different times, she asked me to open each box, then open my eyes…

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