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If you're going into battle . . .

Created on: 2025-04-13

. . . stand next to someone with scars.

So goes an old saying. The meaning is, if you're going into a difficult situation, have someone by your side who's gone through a similar situation, and survived.

Here's my story. My health collapsed in 2008/9. I'd had ups and downs prior to that, but in 2008 I hit rock bottom. I had a serious parasitic infection. I was in a foreign country, in Central America. I was already against Big Pharma meds, but back then, I didn't know how to heal this myself. So I went to the quacks, and was given several rounds of antibiotics / anti-parasite drugs.

None of them helped. Two months in, I found a bush doctor, and sought her advice. That was quite an experience. Her medicines seemed to help - my symptoms were getting better - but I was due on a 'plane back home soon, and it seemed unlikely that on this track I'd be fully cured before leaving. I assumed I had a tropical illness, and that the quacks back in England would have no experience of it. So I took the fast route - I gritted my teeth, and went this time to the main hospital in the small country I was in.

The doctor ran a full battery of tests, and came back with a diagnosis. As I drifted in and out of fever, he said: "You have paratyphoid B. A mild case would have a count of one or two. You have a count of 320." Then he looked at me with an expression that I read as: "How the hell did you get to this state? And how did you just walk in here like this?"

Eight Pills that Wrecked My Life

Anyway, he prescribed me eight pills. I used to call these "Eight pills that wrecked my life." Now I call them "Eight pills that changed my life." Though the change wasn't painless.

He told me to take one pill per day until finished. Nothing else. The next day I was on a flight back home. As I took the pills, my symptoms got far WORSE. This was the worst point in my illness.

I assumed this was a result of the parasites dying off, and continued taking the pills as instructed. I sought a doctor's appointment in England, but could not get seen until after I'd finished the course. Once I stopped taking the pills I started to feel better, but was still worse than before I'd started them.

Up until taking these medications, I'd been able to tolerate the odd beer. But now I could not - I soon learned I had to quit alcohol completely. No big deal, but it indicates my health back then. And soon I figured out there were many foods I'd previously been OK with that I also had to give up.

I was soon referred to a specialist in tropical diseases, who ran tests and assured me there was now no paratyphoid in me. So I was "cured", but my condition was much worse than when I'd "just" had the infection. What was going on?

I had a laundry list of symptoms, and was pretty much broken. Before I'd made my trip, I'd been working as a software engineer, now I felt unable to take on a new job.

It was early 2009, the economic crash was in full swing, so there were no jobs in my sector anyway.

I considered seeking disability benefits. I think I could have qualified, but I didn't want to spend my life arguing with bureaucrats, trying to convince them that I really was that ill. I saw that as a trap best avoided. Instead I thought, "I'll start my own biz, I can work what hours I can, and I'll take a lower level of support from the government - until I'm back on my feet."

The road back to health

Well, my health didn't just bounce back on its own as I'd expected. My biz didn't take off, my energy was too low, and I used most of it searching for a solution to my health troubles. I tried every diet, supplement, and treatment. Most of it didn't help, some of it made things worse.

After years of searching, via a series of connections, I found my mentor-to-be in 2012. She was an MD, but no longer practising orthodox medicine. She did a podcast every week exposing the dirty secrets of the medical system. It confirmed my suspicions, and added to them, with hard evidence. It was like hearing a train crash every week.

On one of these podcasts, she named the specific drug I'd been prescribed in 2008, and described it as potentially lethal - it's capable of killing a reasonably healthy person in 24 hours. And that is confirmed in the packet insert, hidden in the small print in medicalese which she translated in her podcast. I realised that as bad as things were, I was still pretty lucky.

Around the same time I found a supplier of an extremely powerful herbal blend. This was the first thing I'd found that made a real difference. The supplier took a brief history, and based on my condition told me to open a capsule of the blend, and take just a quarter per day to begin with, and slowly build up the dose. These were normal sized capsules, so a quarter was really a tiny amount of herbs - and yet I felt improvement begin within 24 hours.

I was frankly amazed. It was another of those situations where people hearing this will say, "It's a placebo," but the results were beyond what I'd expected, and why didn't the placebo effect happen with everything else I'd tried?

I was now moving in the right direction, but I still had a long journey ahead of me.

By 2014 I was doing much better, I gave up on running a business, and returned to regular work as a software contractor.

Around this time, the herbs, which had been imported from Syria, ran out of supply due to the ongoing war there.

All the while I'd been following the podcaster I mentioned, but struggled to implement her advice. There were conditions to be met before one could take the stronger of her recommendations, and I just wasn't there yet.

Fast forward to 2017. I was working another contract - well paid, but high pressure, and unstable - you can be let go of at any moment. I was working a three day week, nonetheless, I was at my limit, energy-wise. I used caffeine, sugar, and junk food to power my way through the day. Then it'd take me about three days to recover, leaving me one day a week to call my own.

Healing at breakneck speed

That contract ended just before Christmas 2017. My health was sliding downward again, and I had new symptoms which I recognised as a warning to do something serious, fast. Otherwise, my body's next move would be to create a tumour. At 44!

On Feb 1st 2018 I began the next phase of my healing journey. Again, I took time out of work to concentrate on healing. By May I was ready to start crazy-intense detoxes. It turned out that out of my learning cohort, I was the most sensitive person to these detoxes.

The crazy intense detoxes consisted mostly of a powerful plant oil mixture. When I started this, I was extremely cautious, and took a dose that was, by my calculations, an eight-hundredth of the normal potency. Most people wouldn't even notice any effect from this, but the effect on me was at my limit.

That's purely because I was still dealing with a huge amount of toxicity - far more than a typical patient. I repeated the protocol again and again, gradually stepping up the dose. My mentor taught that people would only do this 5-10 times because of the taste, though I did this 52 times over the year - because I had no choice. However, I experimented along the way, and figured out ways to make it more palatable and otherwise easier.

The result was that my health was transformed. Symptoms gone. I felt great. In fact, I couldn't remember a time, even before my illness, when my body was working so well - though I continued to avoid a lot of trigger foods.

What matters for you is that I got a hell of a lot of experience with this, and developed the protocol much further. I've now done the protocol in some form over 150 times. As far as I'm aware, with this protocol, I'm the front runner.

In sum

Had I known in 2009 what I know now, I could have made the healing journey much faster. At a guess, maybe a couple of years would have done it?

If I'd known in 2008 what I now know, I could have dealt with the initial infection on my own, and avoided this intense healing journey altogether.

But I had to experience the hard road instead, to seek out the mentors I would later learn from - the best in the healing space - and to learn from my own experiences, to become the healer I am. That is why I now say I was given eight pills that changed my life.

My mentor has advised her students many times to test protocols out with small doses first. Not everyone got this. But from my own experiences, I know first hand what it's like to start the process in an extremely delicate condition, and be at the sharp end of sensitivity to certain healing substances.

This has been a unique lesson in caution, and one that has proved important in my work as a healer since. Plus my long healing journey has given me the opportunity to refine and develop these protocols further.

These experiences changed the course of my life. I'm happy to be where I am, as the healer I am, with the knowledge I am able to offer.

If you're looking to heal, it's like going into battle against your illness.

Reach out to someone with scars.

- Antony

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