Before Chronic Lyme Disease, I was very active as a high school choral director, counselor, author of music education publications, busy mom, vocalist, dedicated wife, homemaker, and owner of dogs and chickens. I was a “glass half full” kind of person and focused on uplifting people through teaching. While sitting at the piano teaching class in the spring of 2013, I found myself having to switch hands on the piano to give my hands a rest. My joints were strangely stiff and sore and this continued in waves on and off for about a year and a half. I also began finding it difficult getting through an average day without taking a one to two hour nap and experiencing strange disorientation upon waking. Before these symptoms became concerning, I had found a swollen bull’s-eye rash on my ankle indicating a tick bite, but because I did not know what it was, I ignored it and waited for it to go away.
Meanwhile, teaching 7:00 a.m. vocal jazz choir every day, I struggled to get through my half day of teaching and a short jog on my treadmill, and continued feeling strangely tired, sore and generally under the weather. I always felt as though I needed a week off of work to rest. Around this time, we accepted an opportunity to move to my home town in Northern California to start a simpler life away from freeways, rush hour, and an unforgiving schedule of extracurricular activities. With boxes just barely unpacked, I looked at our couch in our new house and had a deep feeling inside that I needed to lay down for about a year to recover from the mass exhaustion that I felt, attributing it to my former life style. Little did I know that I had Lyme Disease and that one year on the couch would turn into four years.
Two months after our move, I was stung by six wasps (everything happens for a reason) and due to a wild histamine response from the bee stings, the pathogens were prompted to come “out of hiding,” and within two weeks I was unable to move my limbs. I felt a deep feverish sickness in my cells 100 times the strength of a flu, and began experiencing nerve pain and static zaps under my skin like 1000 red ants turned loose in my system. I couldn’t think straight and I could barely eat or sleep. I was certain I was dying. I told my husband to say goodbye to our children for me and to tell them that I loved them more than the world. After a series of tests it was determined that I had Lyme Disease.
The next few years became the most wild, unimaginable and profound experience of my life. I spent at least 100 days out of the first two years wondering if I would wake up the next morning still alive. The illness forced me to give up mothering, working, cooking, cleaning, taking care of myself, and I became a stranger in a very foreign landscape that was now my body. Over the course of the first couple of years, and 13 ER visits, through arduous searching, testing and researching by my husband, (since I could not see well enough or focus to stare at a computer screen,) I discovered that I had Chronic Lyme Disease. I also had four coinfections that included Babesia and Bartonella, a full mold overgrowth in my body, a staph infection called Marcons in my sinuses(common with Lyme), which resulted in low ADH(anti-diuretic hormone) putting me dangerously near a coma state for several months.
I also discovered that I had a genetic marker that resulted in the inability to effectively eliminate toxins, and an adrenal system that had completely crashed, allowing an explosion of three dormant viruses that included Epstein Barr, HHV-6/Roseola, and the highest level of the coxsackievirus that Stanford medical center had ever seen. I tried every herb that my brilliant Lyme specialist could throw at me ($16,000 later), seven months of antibiotics, Stephen Buhner Lyme protocol, all to no avail. I wasn’t improving. I was getting worse and worse. I experienced severe eye pain and light sensitivity and was essentially blind for at least 8 months, holding ice bags over my eyes every day, all day, under a large brimmed black hat and black-out sunglasses.
Barely able to move, think, or even speak without stuttering and confusion, prayer became my only ability.
My husband was my savior, and my mother was my angelic lifeline. Literally. She has had the ability to channel angels since the 1980’s through automatic writing. Without these messages of comfort and hope, I don’t know if I would have had the internal fortitude to push through the agony. My daily survival became one of pleading, praying, sobbing and groveling, day after day, month after month, year after year. I would wake up in the middle of the night forgetting my own name. I lost 50 pounds due to CIRS (Chronic Inflammatory Response Syndrome )in which every bite I took of any food except chicken and cucumbers, made me literally scream in agony with inflammation that burned down my arms and up my spine, neck and hands. I was in a state of constant desperation, down to skin and bones and yet, blessed with a growing volume of angel messages that stated strongly that I was healing,
I had to keep fighting. I also found that it takes a village to heal from Lyme disease and that there are many pathways to healing, some slower, some faster. I tried every imaginable solution that could be swallowed in an herbal pill, and gave every last attempt at western medicine, including a precarious trip to UCLA Center for Infectious Disease only to be sent away with nothing but the memory of smug, dismissive doctors and a 10 hour drive home. I also experienced an unimaginably frightening, but thankfully short-lived, yet vile addiction to benzodiazepines resulting in a subsequent hellish and mind bending four month withdrawal period beginning in a week long residential rehab facility in Sacramento. Sadly, Ativan was the only substance that calmed down my nerve endings enough to not feel the red-hot pain in my limbs. Months later, it was recommended by a social worker at our local ER that I lie to get admitted to the mental hospital at the medical center in Chico, California so that they would see how physically ill I really was. He felt that this could be my only chance to be admitted to the adjacent medical hospital for more testing, because the ER could not admit me to the hospital as my basic blood tests came back in safe range. Unfortunately, they never did admit me to the medical hospital, they just neglected and humiliated me and convinced my husband that I was fine by telling him, “they all say they’re being mistreated to try and get discharged.” It was the most humiliating and frightening experience of my life.
I was broken, with barely the strength to breathe, having developed an involuntary, spastic, loud sounding exhale that would come and go all day in 2 hour waves and, fearing an impending coma or death, I just cried and prayed for mercy. It was during this time when I was led through a series of serendipitous coincidences that led me to frequency based healing using sound waves (not rife) and I was also introduced to an Australian healer by the name of Master John Douglas. He changed my life forever(he has the ability to detect and kill the borrelia bacteria and coinfections). I could breathe, think, and converse at this point. My bodily pain was reduced by about half, but the aftermath was far from over. I still could not muster the strength or energy to walk or sit up. I had to find other solutions.
My healing became solidified with three technologies that I believe are the next generation healing solutions that involve light photon therapy, bioacoustic therapy, and what Tesla called “radiant energy” and is now referred to as Scalar energy.
First, I was extremely blessed by my naturopath who brought Germany’s bio photon technology(Bionic 88O) to the United States. Thankfully, I didn’t have to fly to Germany like many lyme sufferers have had to resort to when “modern” medicine failed. I wouldn’t have been able to even board a plane to Germany, because I could not sit up.
Second, the sound technology, or bioacoustic frequency therapy, was a god-send and is administered with the use of a sub woofer, which resonates the specific sound frequency that correlates with each pathogen in the body, using a diagnostic map based on the sound waves of your voice. Amazing.
Scalar healing is the technology that I found last, and after this discovery I didn’t need to look any further. This protocol has been like the ”mothership” of all frequency based healing methods because it uses Scalar energy(universal energy of the sun and stars), rather than electromagnetic energy as its source. Within a few months, I experienced cascades of healing, no detoxing issues, and no pain, all by simply sending in a photo of my skin. I detail each of these these beneficial healing methods here on my website. All are miraculous and very beneficial, Scalar being the primary source of quick and thorough healing.
I am now virtually symptom free and getting stronger every day. I am so grateful to the whole “village” who contributed to my healing journey. I am especially in awe of my amazing angels and my husband and children who have learned so much through this process and I look forward to living the rest of my life disease free and better than ever before! I am walking in trust and confidence (like the angels said I would) and I am so happy to devote my life’s work to supporting those suffering from Lyme and giving them hope and the confidence and the certain knowing that their suffering will end! 