Post by sarahconnor on Jun 9, 2010 23:09:37 GMT -5
Morgellons Was Set Forth Against A Certain mtDNA Group
Posted By: CrystalRiver
Date: Tuesday, 8-Jun-2010 21:06:44
Dear RM Agents and Readers,
The CDC is a waste of energy--they have no intention of giving up what they know. So to hell with them; we've gotten further on our own and it is my intent to finish this discovery process.
The term Morgellons was coined by Mary Leito of the MRF in the year 2004 but prior to this it was being called Elliots Disease.
The term Elliots Disease was coined after a man that took his own life because of this condition known also as Morgellons.
We're speaking of something way beyond a skin condition folks; Morgellons will visit every part of your body by the time you are into it as many years as some of us have had it.
It is important to understand that when it first begins to happen--you think bugs--something inside that doesn't belong; you innately know you want it out. At first many people become very agitated and determined to find what is happening to them.
Your logical brain seeks out information to get answers; honestly if you knew something was in your body and it shouldn't be there; what would you do?
Here is Elliot's story; but please keep in mind the deaths I have reported this year are from those who have bodies that said no more--the people fought!
Just a note: Morgellons has a component about it that looks like bugs; but the big story is the crystals and the fibers.
If you find black specks in your bed it means you've been exposed.
Those that wished to place this in the bug category are missing the point--AID's began with parasite infestations--were they real? Did anyone think to look?
Many Blessings,
CrystalRiver
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Elliot's Story
Posted by Librarian on 3/17/2002, 2:16 pm
The following is a bit of the history of Elliot, in whose name we have "named" this undiagnosed disease.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elliot's Disease
by: Sidney 10/16/99 1:57 am
We refer to the multiple infestation of organisms we discuss here as Elliot's Disease to honor the memory of a gentlemen and friend whose name was Elliot. Elliot first noticed his own symptoms of this disease following a trip from Colorado, his home state, to Oklahoma, where he purchased a number of horses that were infested with ticks. Ellioit worked closely with nature and literally moved mountains. He owned and operated a heavy equipment business that was called upon for excavation jobs and therefore he had close association with the soil. He was a kind and generous man who like so many of us was turned away at every corner as he sought diagnosis and treatment for his disease. We carry Elliot's memory in our hearts. Sidney
What I don't talk about is the pain associated with Elliot's death and the guilt I've felt and my own sense of failure although deep down I knew then as I know now, that what happened was not my fault, and likely there was no way of preventing it. I don't want anyone to think I am wrapped up in some kind of self-punishing guilt-trip because I'm not. I've accepted the loss of Elliot the same way I've accepted the ignorance and bias of the medical community. It's painful, and we've learned from it.
Most of you know that in the early years there were only a few of us. Looking back I realize there was the close-knit small group, then a hand-full of others who actually never even communicated with Elliot, but knew of him through me, and were every bit as important to me as this smaller group. Ave, in her eighties, smart, crusty, old and tired, flatly refused to talk to anyone beyond Elliot, Debbie,(NPA) another nurse in California (and what ever happened to her?) and me. Ave was devoted to Elliot and I think they spoke almost daily. None of us in the small group had computers so our phone bills were outrageous. We shared printed articles by way of Fax and Snail Mail.
Hard facts are these. Elliot, married, with six year old daughter he adored, had been "put away" three times by his parents, brother and wife. I name them only because they had to have each been involved in that part of it. They didn't believe him. Doctors didn't believe him. He was full of Silica. He had fiber things coming out of his hands and underneath his nails and all over his body. He sat in the bathtub for hours at a time and soaked in salt and soda water and anything non-toxic that would relieve the pain, itching and buning. He loved his horses and his dogs. Debbie and I disagree regarding his age. I thought he was something like 36, Debbie thinks more like 43. Whatever, he was young and had a thriving business and until this stuff struck his body he had a good life. He was convinced his little girl had this as she spoke of the fluffy things, meaning the fibers and fiber balls, but as I recall she had no lesions. His wife moved out of their home taking their child. He was devestated, cried openly and nothing I could say or do seemed to lift his spirits. He spoke of "going away" and "moving away" and "moving to an island" and everything he said hinted of suicide and none of us wanted to believe he would do it, but in my heart I knew where he was headed. The last time he phoned me we were out for the evening and I didn't return his call.
I don't know whether any of you have felt the rage I felt in the early years of this disease, but I'd say if you haven't felt it you are a better person than I am. The rage consumed me at times. Here we were, this group of normal, emotionally healthy adults with our lives being torn apart, sores on our bodies, in my case my face only, not believed, treated for acne or folliculitis, offered Orap by the medical profession, and no amount of effort on our part could convince them we were telling the truth. Did anyone ever do a skin scraping? No. Biopsies were done, reports were ridiculous, and usually somewhere in there the reference to delusions of parasitosis to further add to our pain.
Somewhere along in here Elliot called Debbie who was out of the country at the time. When her administrative assistant took the call from Elliot she told him Debbie was out of the country. When Debbie phoned in her administrative assistant didn't tell Debbie Elliot was looking for her. I don't think he called Ave to say goodbye. If he did Ave never told me. I waited a few days then phoned Elliot and got his recorder. This went on for days. Debbie returned to the NPA offices and received a phone call from Elliot's brother. He'd O.D.'d on Barbiturates and had been dead two weeks before his brother broke into his house and found him. All this time S. in San Francisco and I were going nuts trying to figure out what had happened to Elliot. I honestly don't think either of us believed he was dead. We just told ourselves he had packed up and left for a get away emotional healing. He'd been dead several weeks before Debbie told me. I told S. when I thought she could deal with it. Well, there's the story. It's sad, it's true and it's history. There will always be a certain amount of guilt I suppose, certainly there will always be the pain of loss, and wondering if any of us could have prevented it.
The lesson here is simple. Never be too busy, too full of your own pain to listen to the pain of another human being. Cherish your relationships, love your loved ones and don't let this destroy you or your faith in God, your sense of justice, and what is right.
The answer is right there under their noses. They are looking but not seeing. We have to lead them out of their own little closed minds with irrefutable proof this exists. That's the only way to change the situation and turn the tide in our favor.
From this link: members4.boardhost.com/Kritters/msg/2025.html
There are many helps at this page as well if you suffer this condition.
CR
www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=175239
Posted By: CrystalRiver
Date: Tuesday, 8-Jun-2010 21:06:44
Dear RM Agents and Readers,
The CDC is a waste of energy--they have no intention of giving up what they know. So to hell with them; we've gotten further on our own and it is my intent to finish this discovery process.
The term Morgellons was coined by Mary Leito of the MRF in the year 2004 but prior to this it was being called Elliots Disease.
The term Elliots Disease was coined after a man that took his own life because of this condition known also as Morgellons.
We're speaking of something way beyond a skin condition folks; Morgellons will visit every part of your body by the time you are into it as many years as some of us have had it.
It is important to understand that when it first begins to happen--you think bugs--something inside that doesn't belong; you innately know you want it out. At first many people become very agitated and determined to find what is happening to them.
Your logical brain seeks out information to get answers; honestly if you knew something was in your body and it shouldn't be there; what would you do?
Here is Elliot's story; but please keep in mind the deaths I have reported this year are from those who have bodies that said no more--the people fought!
Just a note: Morgellons has a component about it that looks like bugs; but the big story is the crystals and the fibers.
If you find black specks in your bed it means you've been exposed.
Those that wished to place this in the bug category are missing the point--AID's began with parasite infestations--were they real? Did anyone think to look?
Many Blessings,
CrystalRiver
-------------------------------------------
Elliot's Story
Posted by Librarian on 3/17/2002, 2:16 pm
The following is a bit of the history of Elliot, in whose name we have "named" this undiagnosed disease.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elliot's Disease
by: Sidney 10/16/99 1:57 am
We refer to the multiple infestation of organisms we discuss here as Elliot's Disease to honor the memory of a gentlemen and friend whose name was Elliot. Elliot first noticed his own symptoms of this disease following a trip from Colorado, his home state, to Oklahoma, where he purchased a number of horses that were infested with ticks. Ellioit worked closely with nature and literally moved mountains. He owned and operated a heavy equipment business that was called upon for excavation jobs and therefore he had close association with the soil. He was a kind and generous man who like so many of us was turned away at every corner as he sought diagnosis and treatment for his disease. We carry Elliot's memory in our hearts. Sidney
What I don't talk about is the pain associated with Elliot's death and the guilt I've felt and my own sense of failure although deep down I knew then as I know now, that what happened was not my fault, and likely there was no way of preventing it. I don't want anyone to think I am wrapped up in some kind of self-punishing guilt-trip because I'm not. I've accepted the loss of Elliot the same way I've accepted the ignorance and bias of the medical community. It's painful, and we've learned from it.
Most of you know that in the early years there were only a few of us. Looking back I realize there was the close-knit small group, then a hand-full of others who actually never even communicated with Elliot, but knew of him through me, and were every bit as important to me as this smaller group. Ave, in her eighties, smart, crusty, old and tired, flatly refused to talk to anyone beyond Elliot, Debbie,(NPA) another nurse in California (and what ever happened to her?) and me. Ave was devoted to Elliot and I think they spoke almost daily. None of us in the small group had computers so our phone bills were outrageous. We shared printed articles by way of Fax and Snail Mail.
Hard facts are these. Elliot, married, with six year old daughter he adored, had been "put away" three times by his parents, brother and wife. I name them only because they had to have each been involved in that part of it. They didn't believe him. Doctors didn't believe him. He was full of Silica. He had fiber things coming out of his hands and underneath his nails and all over his body. He sat in the bathtub for hours at a time and soaked in salt and soda water and anything non-toxic that would relieve the pain, itching and buning. He loved his horses and his dogs. Debbie and I disagree regarding his age. I thought he was something like 36, Debbie thinks more like 43. Whatever, he was young and had a thriving business and until this stuff struck his body he had a good life. He was convinced his little girl had this as she spoke of the fluffy things, meaning the fibers and fiber balls, but as I recall she had no lesions. His wife moved out of their home taking their child. He was devestated, cried openly and nothing I could say or do seemed to lift his spirits. He spoke of "going away" and "moving away" and "moving to an island" and everything he said hinted of suicide and none of us wanted to believe he would do it, but in my heart I knew where he was headed. The last time he phoned me we were out for the evening and I didn't return his call.
I don't know whether any of you have felt the rage I felt in the early years of this disease, but I'd say if you haven't felt it you are a better person than I am. The rage consumed me at times. Here we were, this group of normal, emotionally healthy adults with our lives being torn apart, sores on our bodies, in my case my face only, not believed, treated for acne or folliculitis, offered Orap by the medical profession, and no amount of effort on our part could convince them we were telling the truth. Did anyone ever do a skin scraping? No. Biopsies were done, reports were ridiculous, and usually somewhere in there the reference to delusions of parasitosis to further add to our pain.
Somewhere along in here Elliot called Debbie who was out of the country at the time. When her administrative assistant took the call from Elliot she told him Debbie was out of the country. When Debbie phoned in her administrative assistant didn't tell Debbie Elliot was looking for her. I don't think he called Ave to say goodbye. If he did Ave never told me. I waited a few days then phoned Elliot and got his recorder. This went on for days. Debbie returned to the NPA offices and received a phone call from Elliot's brother. He'd O.D.'d on Barbiturates and had been dead two weeks before his brother broke into his house and found him. All this time S. in San Francisco and I were going nuts trying to figure out what had happened to Elliot. I honestly don't think either of us believed he was dead. We just told ourselves he had packed up and left for a get away emotional healing. He'd been dead several weeks before Debbie told me. I told S. when I thought she could deal with it. Well, there's the story. It's sad, it's true and it's history. There will always be a certain amount of guilt I suppose, certainly there will always be the pain of loss, and wondering if any of us could have prevented it.
The lesson here is simple. Never be too busy, too full of your own pain to listen to the pain of another human being. Cherish your relationships, love your loved ones and don't let this destroy you or your faith in God, your sense of justice, and what is right.
The answer is right there under their noses. They are looking but not seeing. We have to lead them out of their own little closed minds with irrefutable proof this exists. That's the only way to change the situation and turn the tide in our favor.
From this link: members4.boardhost.com/Kritters/msg/2025.html
There are many helps at this page as well if you suffer this condition.
CR
www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=175239