Her name is Susan, and she is a Canary, but she had never heard A Bird’s Wings.
A Canary? You ask? Like Canary?
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Susan is not a bird, but in a manner of speaking, yes, she is a Canary. Like me.
Did I tell you before? At one time they used to take canaries down into the coal mines. If the canary got sick, or died, the coal miners knew they better get out, and quick. Susan is a modern-day Canary. But I’m afraid, there just aren’t that many people listening.
She came to visit me at my campsite north of Benson. She was desperate. Raggedy shoes, very thin clothes, very confused, and did I mention desperate? Even after she got there, she wanted to run, because she felt like she was in a really bad area. I told her what was happening, was she was actually in a very good area, and her body was thankful and detoxing. Which would be pretty tough for a day or two. She had been spending most of her time in Tucson, so being out in the country anywhere would feel better. But it would also mean that her body would take the opportunity to detox as many of the chemicals and poisons, that she had been exposed to, over the last few months, as it could. When you’re already confused and dazed from all of those chemicals and toxins, like, other people’s, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, petrochemicals, exhaust, fabric softener, dryer sheets, laundry soap, or electromagnetic fields, like, cell phones, cell towers, smart meters, Wi-Fi, and soon-to-be 5G. Then of course there is always mold, and on and on the list goes. So many are Man-made chemicals or devices, that we are all around in this world, every day. Most of you wouldn’t even think of this as a problem. But, Detoxing, for a Canary, can be a little too close to a nightmare.
I convinced Susan to stay for a night or two, so that her head would clear a little bit. It worked. She was able to hold a conversation by day two. As we were talking, a raven flew around both of us. She stop talking, and looked up. We both watched and listened to the sound of its wings in flight, as that beautiful black Raven went around us, circling us, at least five or six times. Susan had a smile on her face, for the first time, since I met her. It lit up her face and I realized, that she really was an absolutely beautiful young woman. Anxiety, fear, distrust, and confusion, all had her face contorted to the point, where it was really hard to know what she actually looked like. After the Raven flew away, she turned to me, with that gorgeous smile on her shining face, and said, that she had never heard a bird’s wings before!
I spoke to her a few weeks later, and she told me that every time she goes out in the country, she has these beautiful Ravens circling around her. I told her, that I believed that was a gift from the Lord. So that she would know He was there for her. Just like hummingbirds for me, she now sees Ravens everywhere she goes. She is still desperate, she is still searching for a safe place to stay. Just like all of the canaries I know are searching. But every time she sees those Ravens, she now has a little hope.
Most of you can detox, from the toxins and poisons, in this world with ease. But there is a growing number of people who simply cannot. I’m going to include some videos from my doctor, and some links, that will give you a better idea, than I ever could, about what’s happening.
Environmental Illness, or Multiple Chemical Sensitivities, or Electrical Hyper-Sensitivity, are what most people, who are dealing with these issues, call it. I’ve never cared for any of those terms. If I say I am dealing with EI, MCS, or EHS, I usually get blank stares. So I tell people I am Allergic to the 21st Century! It makes people smile, and many times, people will say they are too, even as they are laughing. But the most important thing is, it actually opens a door for understanding.
The American Medical Association calls it Toxic Encephalopathy. However, their description is very limited, in some ways, to specific diseases, and really nothing like what we “Canaries” are actually going through.
The best description that I’ve seen, of what I have been experiencing, from a medical view point, is one my son, Charles, sent to me, from the American Academy of Environmental Medicine. By the way, if you are a Canary, my doctor recommends that you look on this site, for their list of doctors, to find the help that you need.
I have also included a few videos from Doctor Michael Gray in Benson Arizona. He is my doctor and he is one of the foremost authorities on this disorder. If you click on the icon, in the bottom left-hand corner of any of his YouTube videos, you will be able to see a list of all of the videos that he has done.
https://youtu.be/FpW0Pn-H6iU The Rosetta Stone
https://youtu.be/-Krz8Umqpxo Hypertoxicity Health Condition
https://youtu.be/lRn4x6tEVLU EMF Electromagnetic Field Condition
One time, when my son , Charles, came with me to see, Dr Gray, as he has done often, he asked Dr Gray about my Rosetta Stone. Dr Gray told Charles, ” Your mother is dealing multiple chemical sensitivity, electrical hypersensitivity, and she is also extremely sensitive to mold.” He went on to say “Basically, you need to find a cave for your mother to go and live in!” My son, Charles, who has an irrepressible sense of humor, thought about that for a minute, looked at me, and said, “Mom, you’ve won the Trifecta!” LOL I have no idea where he gets that bizarre sense of humor from. Okay, maybe a little bit from me. My, oft times, twisted sense of humor, has helped me to maintain balance through all of this nonsense. It could possibly be that some of it has rubbed off on my son!
Seriously? I do hope this information will help you get a better idea about what so many people are dealing with in our world today.
As you know, I can’t be out here, online, very often these days. But Susan has been on my heart, and is in my prayers. It has been months since I told her I would try to write this post, when I asked if I could use her first name. I know that she is still desperate. I know that she is still searching. Just like all of the other people that I know who are out here on the Road, searching, for that next safe place. Praying, maybe this place might work out.
I’ve come to realize for myself, that staying in one place, for any length of time, gets me into trouble, in one way, or another, physically. There just is no perfect place. At least not that I can get to. I really don’t think anyone can understand what this is like, until you actually meet a Canary, and have actually seen what can happen.
Even my little church, who cared about me greatly, had no idea how badly chemicals can affect my world. I had been singing at a little local church in Snowflake, Arizona for a few months, and loving every minute of it! Then we moved to a new building, and I knew it would be difficult, but I wanted to try anyway. My dear friend, Diane, took me to church, so that I wouldn’t have to drive afterwards if it got bad. We went early, so if it got bad, I wouldn’t disrupt the service. I only lasted for about 15 minutes. I walked in, happy, joyful, glad to see everyone. I sat next to an open window. I started stuttering a little bit, then my voice started getting hoarse. I knew I was starting to get into trouble, but I was determined to try and make it work. Unfortunately, after 15 minutes, I was desperately trying to keep from crying, I couldn’t walk straight, I had to have help to get out to Diane’s van, and it took a couple of days for me to recover from that one episode.
What was wrong with the building? It could have been anything. It had carpet which has formaldehyde in it. They cleaned with really nasty chemicals like bleach, it could be because they used air fresheners of some kind, or any of the usual things that regular people clean with, in a building. It was an old building, it could be there was mold in the building. I still don’t know. I usually don’t know what’s happened. Most people don’t have a problem with those items, at least they think they don’t. But if you have fibromyalgia, or chronic fatigue, or some kind of immune disorder, you might want to read these links and listen to these videos A Little Closer. That’s how it all starts.
For me, and most of the canaries that I know, being around any of the items in that list, and so many more, is debilitating, and sometimes even deadly. In reality? My case is very mild. I am extraordinary grateful that I am actually able to still be out in the world.
There’s one lady that I know that cannot leave her farm at all. But she is able to walk now, since moving there, and go out and garden, and take care of her family and she’s extraordinarily grateful for the all the Lord has done in her life. The most heartbreaking thing about her situation, is the local electric power company is go to install smart meters. Which means she, and her family, will either have to move again, or find some other way to protect her.
One of her good friends is confined to one room in her home. Her husband brings her what she needs. She’s only able to eat liquefied organic peas. Yet she praises the Lord for all of the wonderful things that He has done in her life.
Another sweet friend has to sleep in a little canyon to be able to get sleep at all. Her better half has to help her get into a little cocoon so she doesn’t freeze to death in the winter. Yet she still makes the most beautiful artwork and finds time to help other people.
I felt like I had the rug jerked out from underneath of me, one more time. I had to leave Snowflake. It turns out there’s a lot of uranium dust in the Snowflake area and I didn’t know how devastating it would be to my diabetes numbers. But I too, am very grateful to the Lord, because I finally had a question answered, that I had been asking for nine years. How on Earth did I wind up with diabetes in just 3 weeks? The day before the cancer surgery, almost 10 years ago now, they checked my hba1c, three times, and it was at 5.4 each time. Totally normal. Three weeks later, after receiving my fourth and most massive dose of radioactive iodine, which comes from, you guessed it, uranium, my hba1c was at 9.0! I have been fighting that bear ever since.
When I shared the heartache side of that story, in tears, with one of my closest friends, she told me that she I knew exactly what I was going through. She can no longer count the number of times, that she has left a place, that she thought might work out, in tears. Realizing, once more, that she was going to be on the road, and On The Run, once again.
There are so many people who are dealing with this, that I know personally, whose stories I haven’t even mentioned here, who are so much worse off than I am, that I feel I have no right to tell you, very much of that side of my story. Yet I wanted you to know, there are Canaries out there, and they are getting sicker, and they are dying.
Dear Gentle Reader.
We need to listen.