It is April 7, 2019. I am sitting at the kitchen table. It is 8:46am. I just came inside from a walk. I am drinking coffee. I am kind of cold, but I am warming up.
...
In June of 1998, my entire family came to my house to send me off to college. I didn't want to leave. I stayed in my room. I put on the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. I got in my bed and laid under the covers. I cried for hours.
Teon came upstairs with Koi, and told me that I just had to go do what I had to do.
Jasper came upstairs and said... "Yo dog... "
My grandfather, friends from my neighborhood, my mom...
...
After about 4 hours, I came downstairs. I walked out of the door and stood on the porch. I still had tears in my eyes. Nobody said anything. Everyone was just looking at me. I smiled. I just walked down the stairs, gave everyone a hug, and got in my grandfathers car.
...
I did not want to go to college. I did not want to go to high school. I did not go to the 11th grade.
I didn't want to skip college because I was dumb. I wanted to skip college because I felt like I did not need it.
Yes, my intelligence measurements as a student indicated that I was a gifted student. I am not saying that I didn't need to go to college because I didn't know how to make good choices. What I am saying is that I didn't need to go to college because I already had been gifted with a lot of benefits that college was supposed to provide.
I had social interactions, sports, and girls in my neighborhood. The library was on 12th street. The Internet had became a thing. The dice game was on Park St. Atlantic City was only a few years away. All of my best friends lived in walking distance from me. I already had all of the most valuable gifts in life before I went to college. I was crying before I left because my heart intuitively knew I didn't need to go college in order to have a good life.
...
Everyone told me that I had to chase this other life. Everyone told me that I had to go to college, get a job, and change the world. Everyone told me that hanging out in the neighborhood was eventually going catch up with me, whether I did good things or bad things.
The world got to my mind. I had to go to college. Even though my heart was happy without all of the things that the minds of others told me I needed to be happy, my mind chose to suppress my hearts true feelings and go to college.
...
On the ride to campus, I sat in the back seat of my grandfathers car and looked out the window the entire way. I didn't want to leave my family. I didn't want to leave my friends. I didn't even want McDonald's. I was messed up. I was going to miss a lot of normal things. I was going to miss being home.
When my grandfather, my mom, Teon, and Koi finally left my dorm room, I laid down in my bed and cried.
I felt really alone.
When I woke up after crying myself to sleep, I walked to Wawa and used two phone cards to call my mom. I used them both back to back. I cried the entire time. I wanted to come back home. The conversation ended with her telling me that I was going to benefit in the long run, and that I had to do what I had to do.
On my walk back from my dorm room, I heard a person yelling for my attention. It was a black kid.
He was walking with 2 white girls.
Ok.
He introduced himself. I could tell he was cool. He was really nice. I had to check people where I came from. He wasn't a real hood black guy. There is nothing wrong with that. I was a real hood black guy. There is nothing wrong with that either. I was nice to him. I think he could tell I was a real hood black guy.
He could see the tears in my eyes. He saw that I wasn't dressed up. My haircut wasn't fresh. They were having a little gathering at the quad... and all of the freshman girls and the freshman boys were all planning to intermingle for the first time.
I didn't care about any of that.
I was there to handle my business in the classroom, play football, and learn old things so I could create new things that would change the world.
That is what I was told... or what I was sold.
I am still trying to figure that out.
Anyway...
I walked back to the dorm with my new friend. He is a really nice guy. He is still my friend to this day.
We walked into the game room of the dorm. There were a bunch of freshman boys all hanging out, playing pool, and listening to music. They were playing with a deck of cards and a set of dice. They were contemplating gambling.
I checked the room. There were a few black Philly hood dudes. They were real. I felt their energy first. They looked more like broke stick up kids than gamblers though. Real recognize real, so when we all kind of checked each other we all gave each other a kind of intuitive mutual respect. Real hood dudes know what I am talking about.
There were a few white kids that looked really smart. They didn't look like they were gamblers though. They looked like the type of kids that will literally let you take their money so they could hang out with you. It is kind of like the present day Meek Mill / Robert Kraft relationship. It is kind of like the present day Hollywood.
There were a few posers in between each side of those extremes that completed the room.
Anyway...
I didn't see anyone that was a real threat if we were really going to gamble. I am not saying I am the best gambler ever. I lost my entire $700 paycheck on a Friday night to Manny and Tramell two hours after I stepped out of the quick cash that evening. Sometimes I love cee-lo, and sometimes I hate cee-lo. I cannot tell you how defeated I felt on that walk home.
Gambling is all about timing. That night when I lost that money to Manny and Tramell, I shouldn't have gambled at all. I should have enjoyed my hard earned money on a Friday night after work. I had enough money. Chasing more money got me caught up. I didn't know when to stop.
Eventually the group of kids began gambling.
I joined in.
When you gamble, there are going to be times when you win and when you lose. The game isn't about each hand, but the totality of all of the the hands. That is how the MIT kids won a lot of money playing blackjack. They understood the timing. They knew when to bet. They understood the totality of the game. That is how they won.
To make a long story short, I ended up winning all of the money. It wasn't because I was necessarily getting the best hands or rolling the best numbers. I understood the odds, ratios, and timing... and used my intuition to get lucky enough times. That is why I won.
The next day I had one of the kids that had a car that wanted to be cool drive me to the mall. I didn't have a car. I didn't have a license. My mom never had a license. My mom never needed a license. I never needed a license. I could get to the mall without one at home.
I bought 2 pair of the Jordan XIV, the "It is Dark and Hell is Hot" cd, an Orange Julius, and a few other things at the mall with the winnings of the other kids. I still had money left over when I was finished.
When I got back to my dorm room, I cried. I had all of this cool stuff, but for what. I had to go to college 4 days after my high school graduation. My friends were all on their way to senior week in Ocean City, Maryland. My son, my mom, and my family were all at home. I didn't really care about Math. I didn't really care about a lot of the subjects. I just had to do what I had to do.
...
Class was wack. That summer I got B's and C's. I just did what I had to do.
..
That summer, I worked out with the football team.
They had me playing defensive back.
While I was a really good defensive back in high school, I went to college to play quarterback.
That is what I was told... or what I was sold.
I am done trying to figure that out.
...
I ended up quitting the football team before the season even started. If I wasn't even going to be given a chance to compete for the position that I was recruited for, I did not want to play at all.
...
I ended up in the gym. I ended up on the basketball court. I ended up playing pick up games with the basketball team. My high school basketball team was one of the best teams in the state my senior year. I was legit. The other kids on the team knew it.
I ended up getting the attention of the head coach of the basketball team. The coach checked my resume, and saw that I was legit. I played basketball all four years in high school along with playing football all four years in high school.
I ended up on the team. I ended up in the rotation. I ended up contributing. I ended up having a lot fun.
...
I played basketball for 2 years in college, after not playing sports during my first year.
While college basketball was fun, I did not like the way that the college educational experience was set up. There were simply too many things that I was required to learn that I did not care about.
...
After 3 years my heart got the best of my mind, and I said fuck college. I dropped out. I missed my family. Going home on random weekends, short visits by them, and short summers weren't enough. I just wanted to go home. I didn't go to college parties. I didn't drink. That culture was wack to me. The only thing I would have missed about college is the cafeteria. A buffet at every meal is a blessing coming where I come from. I had a few steady girlfriends, but nothing serious enough to stay for. I was out.
...
I moved back home. I got a job. I helped raise my son. I got married. I had a daughter. I coached my kids youth league teams and high school basketball. I played summer league basketball and flag football.
I was settled.
I ended up moving out. My company closed the location I was working at, and I lost my job. I lost my marriage. While I continued to be a dad and continued to coach my kids teams, I had to give up everything else. I had to go back to college.
...
I re-enrolled in college as a 31 year old sophomore / junior. I took day classes. I took night classes. I took classes at my local community college. I commuted back and forth to ESU. I wasn't going to miss my opportunity to change the world this time.
I ended up graduating. I am a college graduate. I did it. My Alma matter even did an article on me after I graduated, centering around my first book. The article is below:
ARTICLE
...
I ended up getting a job at a juvenile prison. My work in that role changed and is still changing the world for the better. After leaving that job, I ended up getting a job as a case manager for children. My work in that role changed and is still changing the world for the better. I ended up working with law enforcement.
Different roles, same results.
...
Cancer.
Damn.
...
Even though being diagnosed with cancer at 34 years old was really hard to hear, I had to beat it.
There was literally no other choice.
I had worked too hard to miss seeing my children grow from this side of the game, in this lifetime.
...
Biopsy, feeding tube, oral stitches, chemotherapy, radiation, no food, no water, no walking, no sleep, no swallowing, pneumonia, blood work, Advil, methadone, steroids, jevity, oxycodone, throw up, constipation, shit, pain, terminal diagnosis, lung cancer surgery, death.
My mind fought really hard. My mind tried to be something that it whole heartedly was not. My heart eventually overcame my mind. My guilt and shame eventually overcame my pride and ego. I metaphorically killed all of the negative things that my mind was keeping from my heart, by exposing my heart to the truth and then by letting my truth go. That is how I healed. That is how we all can heal.
...
When my mind let go of my pride and my ego... when I released the shame, guilt, and truth that my mind had been hiding from my heart... it was like I was reborn. I felt like a newborn baby. I had my health, but nothing else.
A lot of people did not like the new person that I became as a result of revealing my truth, even though the negative truth that I revealed was a mere fraction of the whole person that I was. I was more positive than negative. It was just that the negative stood out more than the positive because it was new, bad, and unexpected.
After revealing my truth, I rapidly began to heal. I eventually figured out why.
I spent the next 15 months articulating how I healed, and how other cancer patients can heal in the simplest and purest way possibly.
On May 31, 2018, I published the book... "The DEATH OF a CANCER patient."
In February of 2017, I had to take a gamble. After lung cancer surgery, I had 8 months to live. I was scheduled to get a port in my shoulder. I was going to be administered medicine that would basically sedate me until I died.
My book is the reason why those things did not happen. My book is the articulation of why meditation, medical marijuana, and the expression of emotion can heal anyone from anything.
The late controversial healer Dr. Sebi stated that he knew the cure to all diseases.
He was right when he stated that the answer is in the water.
My book articulates why there really is only one disease.
...
Water is emotion that is effected by consciousness, or the lack of consciousness.
Different combinations of suppressed emotions result in a different diseases.
Ignoring your emotion with your light causes your ignored emotion to become ice.
Humans are 70 percent water. If ignored water or ignored emotion in the human body becomes ice, it will eventually start to effect the other 30 percent of the body.
Over time that ice will grow... piercing nerves, bones, and organs... causing pain, suffering, and death.
...
Releasing my internalized negative emotion is how I healed from terminal cancer. My book is the articulation of how I did it, and how everyone else can do it. I used medical jargon, my own esoteric experience, and straight facts that prove my point.
My book is the cure to cancer. It had to be, or I would not be sitting here in the condition I am in today. All humans are water, so the method that I used can be applied to all humans. I have not received medical treatment in two years. I am in the best shape of my life without having been to a doctor, taken any of their medicine, or done any of their recommendations. I did all of their treatment protocols and completed their regimen first. It was wrong. The way in my book is the right way. My books are the articulation of exactly why and how what I did works.
...
Once I learned the truth about myself, I had to adjust. The person I presented myself to be prior to cancer afforded me a lot of gifts in life. Revealing my entire truth caused me to lose a lot of those gifts. Serendipitously, revealing my entire truth caused me to gain so many more gifts. I received the gift of life. I received the gift of health. Those gifts are irreplaceable, especially in comparison to the things that I lost. I no longer need most of the things that I used to spend my time and energy attempting to get. I already had every material item and social title I ever wanted. Having piece of mind and learning to love myself after my truth was revealed and after losing everything is the greatest gift I have ever given myself.
...
This experience has taught me a lot about the world. One of the things I learned is that in this world at this time, business trumps all. Our government, educational systems, media, and health care systems are all businesses before they are entities that intend to help people. What I learned about health effects the bottom line of all of those business.
In my life I have had professional relationships with government, educational, media, and health care entities. All of them were willing to associate themselves with me when I was dying of cancer. Now that I have healed myself of cancer by using methods and philosophies that effect their businesses, those businesses... entities that are supposed to have the intentions of helping people... are seemingly intentionally ignoring me. They all have my information. They all were a part of my journey. They all act like I no longer exist.
Despite witnessing my story, they have seemingly ignored the truth that has been revealed from my experience. People are still dying of the same old cancer treatments that I was going to die from prior to gambling with my life and forgoing conventional medical treatment.
At this point in my life, I have to adjust. I now understand that I cannot change business from the top down. I have to educate people at the bottom. I have to continue to be better than the system without the system, while the system continues to simultaneously ignore me while continuously providing sub par results for the masses.
How many more elections are we going to sit through before we realize that our governmental system does not work for the masses? How much more education do we need if our educational system has not fixed a majority of the worlds problems? How much more of the media do we need to listen to if it merely keeps us afraid? How much health care do we need to receive before we realize that modern protocols and modern medicine do not have the intention of healing us?
The systems do not need to to go away. The systems need to change. The systems need to be purified.
Their intentions can no longer be money and profit at the expense of human energy and human life.
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My work is done. I graduated from college. I did the thing to change the world. I know the cure to cancer. I wrote the cure to cancer. I have made everyone aware of the truth of my esoteric experience as a terminal cancer patient. The only thing I can do now is spread my truth, and wait for the pure hearts of the world to overcome the business minds of the world. I no longer need to gamble. I am not going to die. I do not need to chase money. Health is my wealth. I know how to stay healthy. All I need to do now is wait until the powers that be acknowledge what I know to already be true. Until then I have to continue to be disciplined, poor, in my best physical condition, happy, and at my best without the system. The way I healed is the right way. I can no longer support systems that do not produce positive results for all.
My mind will no longer let me support a lie, now that my heart and mind have full awareness of the truth.
Will the systems eventually change? Will the voices at the bottom eventually force change at the top? Will I continue to be ignored? Will my voice eventually be heard?
Only time will tell, I guess.
In the meantime, I am going to continue to go for walks around my neighborhood. I am no longer afraid of the place I grew up in catching up with me. I now look forward to making my neighborhood a better place and staying, rather than leaving my neighborhood to make myself better in other places out in the world.
...
It is getting warmer outside.
I heard icebergs in Antarctica are melting too.
Spring is almost here.
I am ready for the change.
Love,
Kyle
...
In June of 1998, my entire family came to my house to send me off to college. I didn't want to leave. I stayed in my room. I put on the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. I got in my bed and laid under the covers. I cried for hours.
Teon came upstairs with Koi, and told me that I just had to go do what I had to do.
Jasper came upstairs and said... "Yo dog... "
My grandfather, friends from my neighborhood, my mom...
...
After about 4 hours, I came downstairs. I walked out of the door and stood on the porch. I still had tears in my eyes. Nobody said anything. Everyone was just looking at me. I smiled. I just walked down the stairs, gave everyone a hug, and got in my grandfathers car.
...
I did not want to go to college. I did not want to go to high school. I did not go to the 11th grade.
I didn't want to skip college because I was dumb. I wanted to skip college because I felt like I did not need it.
Yes, my intelligence measurements as a student indicated that I was a gifted student. I am not saying that I didn't need to go to college because I didn't know how to make good choices. What I am saying is that I didn't need to go to college because I already had been gifted with a lot of benefits that college was supposed to provide.
I had social interactions, sports, and girls in my neighborhood. The library was on 12th street. The Internet had became a thing. The dice game was on Park St. Atlantic City was only a few years away. All of my best friends lived in walking distance from me. I already had all of the most valuable gifts in life before I went to college. I was crying before I left because my heart intuitively knew I didn't need to go college in order to have a good life.
...
Everyone told me that I had to chase this other life. Everyone told me that I had to go to college, get a job, and change the world. Everyone told me that hanging out in the neighborhood was eventually going catch up with me, whether I did good things or bad things.
The world got to my mind. I had to go to college. Even though my heart was happy without all of the things that the minds of others told me I needed to be happy, my mind chose to suppress my hearts true feelings and go to college.
...
On the ride to campus, I sat in the back seat of my grandfathers car and looked out the window the entire way. I didn't want to leave my family. I didn't want to leave my friends. I didn't even want McDonald's. I was messed up. I was going to miss a lot of normal things. I was going to miss being home.
When my grandfather, my mom, Teon, and Koi finally left my dorm room, I laid down in my bed and cried.
I felt really alone.
When I woke up after crying myself to sleep, I walked to Wawa and used two phone cards to call my mom. I used them both back to back. I cried the entire time. I wanted to come back home. The conversation ended with her telling me that I was going to benefit in the long run, and that I had to do what I had to do.
On my walk back from my dorm room, I heard a person yelling for my attention. It was a black kid.
He was walking with 2 white girls.
Ok.
He introduced himself. I could tell he was cool. He was really nice. I had to check people where I came from. He wasn't a real hood black guy. There is nothing wrong with that. I was a real hood black guy. There is nothing wrong with that either. I was nice to him. I think he could tell I was a real hood black guy.
He could see the tears in my eyes. He saw that I wasn't dressed up. My haircut wasn't fresh. They were having a little gathering at the quad... and all of the freshman girls and the freshman boys were all planning to intermingle for the first time.
I didn't care about any of that.
I was there to handle my business in the classroom, play football, and learn old things so I could create new things that would change the world.
That is what I was told... or what I was sold.
I am still trying to figure that out.
Anyway...
I walked back to the dorm with my new friend. He is a really nice guy. He is still my friend to this day.
We walked into the game room of the dorm. There were a bunch of freshman boys all hanging out, playing pool, and listening to music. They were playing with a deck of cards and a set of dice. They were contemplating gambling.
I checked the room. There were a few black Philly hood dudes. They were real. I felt their energy first. They looked more like broke stick up kids than gamblers though. Real recognize real, so when we all kind of checked each other we all gave each other a kind of intuitive mutual respect. Real hood dudes know what I am talking about.
There were a few white kids that looked really smart. They didn't look like they were gamblers though. They looked like the type of kids that will literally let you take their money so they could hang out with you. It is kind of like the present day Meek Mill / Robert Kraft relationship. It is kind of like the present day Hollywood.
There were a few posers in between each side of those extremes that completed the room.
Anyway...
I didn't see anyone that was a real threat if we were really going to gamble. I am not saying I am the best gambler ever. I lost my entire $700 paycheck on a Friday night to Manny and Tramell two hours after I stepped out of the quick cash that evening. Sometimes I love cee-lo, and sometimes I hate cee-lo. I cannot tell you how defeated I felt on that walk home.
Gambling is all about timing. That night when I lost that money to Manny and Tramell, I shouldn't have gambled at all. I should have enjoyed my hard earned money on a Friday night after work. I had enough money. Chasing more money got me caught up. I didn't know when to stop.
Eventually the group of kids began gambling.
I joined in.
When you gamble, there are going to be times when you win and when you lose. The game isn't about each hand, but the totality of all of the the hands. That is how the MIT kids won a lot of money playing blackjack. They understood the timing. They knew when to bet. They understood the totality of the game. That is how they won.
To make a long story short, I ended up winning all of the money. It wasn't because I was necessarily getting the best hands or rolling the best numbers. I understood the odds, ratios, and timing... and used my intuition to get lucky enough times. That is why I won.
The next day I had one of the kids that had a car that wanted to be cool drive me to the mall. I didn't have a car. I didn't have a license. My mom never had a license. My mom never needed a license. I never needed a license. I could get to the mall without one at home.
I bought 2 pair of the Jordan XIV, the "It is Dark and Hell is Hot" cd, an Orange Julius, and a few other things at the mall with the winnings of the other kids. I still had money left over when I was finished.
When I got back to my dorm room, I cried. I had all of this cool stuff, but for what. I had to go to college 4 days after my high school graduation. My friends were all on their way to senior week in Ocean City, Maryland. My son, my mom, and my family were all at home. I didn't really care about Math. I didn't really care about a lot of the subjects. I just had to do what I had to do.
...
Class was wack. That summer I got B's and C's. I just did what I had to do.
..
That summer, I worked out with the football team.
They had me playing defensive back.
While I was a really good defensive back in high school, I went to college to play quarterback.
That is what I was told... or what I was sold.
I am done trying to figure that out.
...
I ended up quitting the football team before the season even started. If I wasn't even going to be given a chance to compete for the position that I was recruited for, I did not want to play at all.
...
I ended up in the gym. I ended up on the basketball court. I ended up playing pick up games with the basketball team. My high school basketball team was one of the best teams in the state my senior year. I was legit. The other kids on the team knew it.
I ended up getting the attention of the head coach of the basketball team. The coach checked my resume, and saw that I was legit. I played basketball all four years in high school along with playing football all four years in high school.
I ended up on the team. I ended up in the rotation. I ended up contributing. I ended up having a lot fun.
...
I played basketball for 2 years in college, after not playing sports during my first year.
While college basketball was fun, I did not like the way that the college educational experience was set up. There were simply too many things that I was required to learn that I did not care about.
...
After 3 years my heart got the best of my mind, and I said fuck college. I dropped out. I missed my family. Going home on random weekends, short visits by them, and short summers weren't enough. I just wanted to go home. I didn't go to college parties. I didn't drink. That culture was wack to me. The only thing I would have missed about college is the cafeteria. A buffet at every meal is a blessing coming where I come from. I had a few steady girlfriends, but nothing serious enough to stay for. I was out.
...
I moved back home. I got a job. I helped raise my son. I got married. I had a daughter. I coached my kids youth league teams and high school basketball. I played summer league basketball and flag football.
I was settled.
I ended up moving out. My company closed the location I was working at, and I lost my job. I lost my marriage. While I continued to be a dad and continued to coach my kids teams, I had to give up everything else. I had to go back to college.
...
I re-enrolled in college as a 31 year old sophomore / junior. I took day classes. I took night classes. I took classes at my local community college. I commuted back and forth to ESU. I wasn't going to miss my opportunity to change the world this time.
I ended up graduating. I am a college graduate. I did it. My Alma matter even did an article on me after I graduated, centering around my first book. The article is below:
ARTICLE
...
I ended up getting a job at a juvenile prison. My work in that role changed and is still changing the world for the better. After leaving that job, I ended up getting a job as a case manager for children. My work in that role changed and is still changing the world for the better. I ended up working with law enforcement.
Different roles, same results.
...
Cancer.
Damn.
...
Even though being diagnosed with cancer at 34 years old was really hard to hear, I had to beat it.
There was literally no other choice.
I had worked too hard to miss seeing my children grow from this side of the game, in this lifetime.
...
Biopsy, feeding tube, oral stitches, chemotherapy, radiation, no food, no water, no walking, no sleep, no swallowing, pneumonia, blood work, Advil, methadone, steroids, jevity, oxycodone, throw up, constipation, shit, pain, terminal diagnosis, lung cancer surgery, death.
My mind fought really hard. My mind tried to be something that it whole heartedly was not. My heart eventually overcame my mind. My guilt and shame eventually overcame my pride and ego. I metaphorically killed all of the negative things that my mind was keeping from my heart, by exposing my heart to the truth and then by letting my truth go. That is how I healed. That is how we all can heal.
...
When my mind let go of my pride and my ego... when I released the shame, guilt, and truth that my mind had been hiding from my heart... it was like I was reborn. I felt like a newborn baby. I had my health, but nothing else.
A lot of people did not like the new person that I became as a result of revealing my truth, even though the negative truth that I revealed was a mere fraction of the whole person that I was. I was more positive than negative. It was just that the negative stood out more than the positive because it was new, bad, and unexpected.
After revealing my truth, I rapidly began to heal. I eventually figured out why.
I spent the next 15 months articulating how I healed, and how other cancer patients can heal in the simplest and purest way possibly.
On May 31, 2018, I published the book... "The DEATH OF a CANCER patient."
In February of 2017, I had to take a gamble. After lung cancer surgery, I had 8 months to live. I was scheduled to get a port in my shoulder. I was going to be administered medicine that would basically sedate me until I died.
My book is the reason why those things did not happen. My book is the articulation of why meditation, medical marijuana, and the expression of emotion can heal anyone from anything.
The late controversial healer Dr. Sebi stated that he knew the cure to all diseases.
He was right when he stated that the answer is in the water.
My book articulates why there really is only one disease.
...
Water is emotion that is effected by consciousness, or the lack of consciousness.
Different combinations of suppressed emotions result in a different diseases.
Ignoring your emotion with your light causes your ignored emotion to become ice.
Humans are 70 percent water. If ignored water or ignored emotion in the human body becomes ice, it will eventually start to effect the other 30 percent of the body.
Over time that ice will grow... piercing nerves, bones, and organs... causing pain, suffering, and death.
...
Releasing my internalized negative emotion is how I healed from terminal cancer. My book is the articulation of how I did it, and how everyone else can do it. I used medical jargon, my own esoteric experience, and straight facts that prove my point.
My book is the cure to cancer. It had to be, or I would not be sitting here in the condition I am in today. All humans are water, so the method that I used can be applied to all humans. I have not received medical treatment in two years. I am in the best shape of my life without having been to a doctor, taken any of their medicine, or done any of their recommendations. I did all of their treatment protocols and completed their regimen first. It was wrong. The way in my book is the right way. My books are the articulation of exactly why and how what I did works.
...
Once I learned the truth about myself, I had to adjust. The person I presented myself to be prior to cancer afforded me a lot of gifts in life. Revealing my entire truth caused me to lose a lot of those gifts. Serendipitously, revealing my entire truth caused me to gain so many more gifts. I received the gift of life. I received the gift of health. Those gifts are irreplaceable, especially in comparison to the things that I lost. I no longer need most of the things that I used to spend my time and energy attempting to get. I already had every material item and social title I ever wanted. Having piece of mind and learning to love myself after my truth was revealed and after losing everything is the greatest gift I have ever given myself.
...
This experience has taught me a lot about the world. One of the things I learned is that in this world at this time, business trumps all. Our government, educational systems, media, and health care systems are all businesses before they are entities that intend to help people. What I learned about health effects the bottom line of all of those business.
In my life I have had professional relationships with government, educational, media, and health care entities. All of them were willing to associate themselves with me when I was dying of cancer. Now that I have healed myself of cancer by using methods and philosophies that effect their businesses, those businesses... entities that are supposed to have the intentions of helping people... are seemingly intentionally ignoring me. They all have my information. They all were a part of my journey. They all act like I no longer exist.
Despite witnessing my story, they have seemingly ignored the truth that has been revealed from my experience. People are still dying of the same old cancer treatments that I was going to die from prior to gambling with my life and forgoing conventional medical treatment.
At this point in my life, I have to adjust. I now understand that I cannot change business from the top down. I have to educate people at the bottom. I have to continue to be better than the system without the system, while the system continues to simultaneously ignore me while continuously providing sub par results for the masses.
How many more elections are we going to sit through before we realize that our governmental system does not work for the masses? How much more education do we need if our educational system has not fixed a majority of the worlds problems? How much more of the media do we need to listen to if it merely keeps us afraid? How much health care do we need to receive before we realize that modern protocols and modern medicine do not have the intention of healing us?
The systems do not need to to go away. The systems need to change. The systems need to be purified.
Their intentions can no longer be money and profit at the expense of human energy and human life.
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My work is done. I graduated from college. I did the thing to change the world. I know the cure to cancer. I wrote the cure to cancer. I have made everyone aware of the truth of my esoteric experience as a terminal cancer patient. The only thing I can do now is spread my truth, and wait for the pure hearts of the world to overcome the business minds of the world. I no longer need to gamble. I am not going to die. I do not need to chase money. Health is my wealth. I know how to stay healthy. All I need to do now is wait until the powers that be acknowledge what I know to already be true. Until then I have to continue to be disciplined, poor, in my best physical condition, happy, and at my best without the system. The way I healed is the right way. I can no longer support systems that do not produce positive results for all.
My mind will no longer let me support a lie, now that my heart and mind have full awareness of the truth.
Will the systems eventually change? Will the voices at the bottom eventually force change at the top? Will I continue to be ignored? Will my voice eventually be heard?
Only time will tell, I guess.
In the meantime, I am going to continue to go for walks around my neighborhood. I am no longer afraid of the place I grew up in catching up with me. I now look forward to making my neighborhood a better place and staying, rather than leaving my neighborhood to make myself better in other places out in the world.
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It is getting warmer outside.
I heard icebergs in Antarctica are melting too.
Spring is almost here.
I am ready for the change.
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Kyle
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