The Journey

So, after I sold my home, I contacted the people at Melissa. They sent me from overseas a box for me to send my blood samples. LabCorp and Quest are two local phlebotomists who would tell me by law they cannot send my blood or take my blood. I traveled to Charlotte, where I paid a lab to take my blood legally. Then I paid for overnight shipping with the required parameters and sent my vials of blood back to Melisa. Sent them the tracking number so they could receive it within the 48hr window. THESE PEOPLE ARE GREAT AND VERY UNDERSTANDING.

After I received the results, they showed that I was indeed allergic to titanium and many other metals. These are scored based on lymphocyte activity. Lymphoblasts are caused by the aggregation of cells in response to the metal. Their check limits say anything over 3 indicates an immunological reaction due to lymphoblasts. And all my suspicions were correct: I was allergic to these metal gallbladder clips. AND MORE!

The only problem was, by the time I discovered this, I was 160 pounds down, and they had started me on the immunosuppressant called Humira. I couldn't think right, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything for many years. I bought a mobile home in Taylorsville, NC, just to be closer to Duke University. After I got back from the Mayo Clinic, I was told I was misdiagnosed; no one definitively used testing to see if I had Crohn's in the first place. There were tests like ANA for one, let alone never having any inflammation. I remember Duke saying they weren't sure if POTS was autoimmune or not, but since I had Crohn's and hidradenitis suppurativa which were, they wanted to go ahead and medicate me again. WHY?

After losing 160 pounds in nine months, my blood work had declined terribly. My liver numbers had spiked to unsafe levels, and my platelets were in the 50s. I was signed up for an MRI, again from another gastrologist at Duke University, as well as a C-reactive protein test to show inflammation. I had already had an MRI of my abdomen showing that I had no inflammation, yet my spasms from my gallbladder area persisted. After I got these tests, I told them I had done their job for them; just please remove these clips. They told me they wanted to do an American version, a Guinea pig patch test, when this blood test is what replaced the old archaic Guinea pig patch test. I was dismissed from their practice because I was not respectful, as they said, and by law, they said they couldn't be my doctor if I “didn't have faith in them.” WHY would i? They discharged me from their practice. When I made a metaphor about how I felt I was robbed by butchers, they discharged me from all of Duke University. Then erased my record. I have the flash drive and all my records. Why are my doctors having trouble getting these?

In December 2022, after selling my home and barely getting by for years from trial-and-error medications without testing, I had the clips removed in Virginia which uses poly clips. Before then, I went to many general practitioners, who were the only people accepting new patients. These doctors became grab-bag doctors who are PA’s and report to businesses that hire one doctor to fill a legal requirement. By law. They used “ICD-10” codes to categorize conditions and used “fee-of-service” to dictate which treatments your insurance would cover. You may not want to say your aunt had Crohn's, but it would get the testing paid for.

One plan such as BCBS will cover Flonase and the other will cover Nasacort. In and out of network. These statistics you provide are entered into databases that pay for them. You should know where the subsidy comes from. We all are putting in more than, you know. I had many doctors tell me they were not equipped and to keep my appointments at the big hospitals. After watching the same diagnosis get handed out, I asked why one doctor wanted to hand out vocal cord dysfunction as a diagnosis, as well as my fiancé, who had had asthma for many years. I was also discharged from this practice, as well as many others, for the third time. You must have faith.

I'll save my medical journey or I'll never get to the end, but after I had these clips removed, I came off blood pressure medication that had unquestionably kept me alive. During this journey, I had recurrent ECG and colonoscopies, which showed absolutely no inflammation after the clips were removed. Incurable?  Modern man caused these incurable conditions, but I remember a time lying in bed praying.

I was back in Taylorsville, 160 pounds down, and all I wanted to do was be outside on a warm day, feeling a breeze blow in my face and the warmth of the sun. I walked outside and had a vision of a man I had seen throughout my life many times. This man always seemed good, but I could never remember his face. A friend, I have no doubt. Before I had this vision, I leaned down to pick up a small wooden window leaning against a tree. When I placed my hand on it, I remembered walking with this person and talking. At the end, the person told me, "I'm going to put this right here, for when you are ready."

When this man, the blonde-haired fellow, put the window next to the tree, where his hand was, there was mine. I understand mental illness and the contradictions we are taught. Even the body being put into that amount of stress could cause a few things to jar loose. Soon after that, I started to get out of bed, and my health started to look up. Hope. This is the same man who, at a young age, told me my mother should not go to Virginia with my aunt on a trip. I described the red truck, the same one that passed, and all. My aunt's vehicle was struck on the side that no one was sitting on, and my mother stayed home, and she's here with us today, back home.

It's been almost a year, and my story still doesn't stop. Once I started getting better, I came out of the gate like a Thunder brother. The same testing that showed I was allergic to these metal gallbladder clips, showed that I was allergic to the mercury from the amalgam tooth fillings I had at age 6, where I had tachycardia in the dentist's office. Back where it all began. Not only did these tests show I was allergic to these clips, which cost me a misdiagnosis, but I was also overweight this summer after the tachycardic event in the dentist's office at age 6. I've had lesions on my head and groin, boils on my face, immune system issues causing infections and swelling, and I've had so many ever-changing diagnoses it hurt, and the doctors are still monitoring me for things they cannot explain. Sounds familiar. After Humira, I have a bone marrow defect, which I'm told a bone marrow transplant may fix, but before I have organ failure, insurance wouldn't pay for it. I could develop blood cancer or another autoimmune disease in the future as a result of modern man. They consider me a canary in the coal mine. I hope you get that metaphor.

I thought I would need money to survive in this cold world. I'm matriculated in business because I was not able to work, so I wanted to be able to provide for my fiancé, who had been there, and now I feel, I failed as a burden. I asked her to let me get to the Mayo Clinic and back, so we put everything on the back burner for my health. I made the Dean's List after being thrown on the streets, because after you're doing better, people have a hard time perceiving the truth.

Many people thought maybe I wasn't sick. Now I'm doing better, I must have lied. I have many medical tests that show otherwise. I went to a mercury-safe dentist. And yes, there are mercury-safe dentists who remove amalgam fillings. I figured since the metal gallbladder clips took me off medications, such as my blood pressure medications, then surely the lesions on my head and groin were from these same metals. After struggling and fighting to get this metal out of my mouth for such a long time, I was able to qualify for CareCredit and get them removed. My economic shackles told me I could only afford to have them pulled, but I found a way to keep my molars. You didn’t get those.. People also go before the FDA every year to get these metals on the list to be banned. For many years.

After the lesions on my head and groin almost closed up completely, a year to the date later, I stand here, honestly, a broken man. I feel like a broken stone has tumbled down this river of life and was not treated well.

I'm slowly putting on weight again and I've noticed that all the people in the world are just as broken as I am.

I know that my whole life I have just suffered for no reason and every time there is an option provided, I'm told it was mine. “A medication without a test.” This reference is like finding out an IQ test has the answer, from the question. Oh, you may say. I have sat in parking lots and begged for someone to stop my suffering, and they're just as broken as I was. I've laid in bed with incurable diseases and asked why. WHY? And I would stand here and ask you all why yet again, but I'm pretty sure it's you, that need to know why. It's all pre-tailored system just for you.

After my family threw me on the streets because they were deceived by what modern man interprets, and the people follow the customs naturally. I was told I was a guest in a home that I grew up in. I bought a home to move briefly to be near what I thought were better doctors, after the doctors in my hometown had repeated this for generations. After showing the sheriff a lease, they used an A 50B restraining order to remove me, back-to-back. On this order, there was no place where any of my weapons would be taken. Only the judge would have had to ask specifically for this. In 2023, the law had changed saying that you cannot have a gun or ammo at all.

I was staying in a cheap hotel where there was prostitution in the next room and people trying to beat my doors in at night, while the one woman who was there for me the whole time and had a miscarriage, was at risk, sticking by my side. Should I let her go? Push her away? IDK. But we had protection, so we felt okay. I just needed to remove us from this situation.

One day, I was pulled over and told that I wasn't allowed to have my concealed carry permit. They took my pistol and threatened to arrest me. I was let go and had other misunderstandings that would take too long to get into. I was served three times on the 50B restraining order, and the county was supposed to have taken the guns, if the judge ordered, but the judge didn't. After the fact, I forgave my family and even the judge in another county, the one who ordered the 50B said, she did not write it on the order. So, have I been illegally disarmed? Misdiagnosed? Removed? What. I don't know. I didn't have a lawyer for anything, let alone for a misdiagnosis. The defendant doesn't get a court-appointed attorney in civil cases, such as a restraining order, so no lawyer then, and I was illegally removed. I had a lease. We just couldn't move in the 10 days the family member wanted and asked for the by law, 90 days to move.

We only wanted our 90 days. We had our whole lives in that building. I forgive everybody, for “they too know not what they do.” It's sad when the little boxes on the wall dictate how you see and interpret the world around you, to the point that even your family is deceived. Families that never met laughing at the same jokes. Wow.

Section 8 is a rental assistance company funded by the United States government through a program called HUD. In North Carolina, HUD approved 120% rental assistance, which is historical. Unfortunately, North Carolina allowed investors, who had already been doing this since I was a child, to come from other states with higher incomes and buy up the land, which I like to compare to packing us here like cattle.

My family, the McGahahs, were in the Appalachian Mountains before “modern man” got here with paper. We have to pay so remote workers out West can come here and camp in convenience with internet access. I'm told this takes taxes, and has to come from somewhere. My family graveyard takes 15 minutes to hike to in Cataloochee, and we too have to pay for parking. My great-grandma was 104 when she died. Both grandparents died of autoimmune diseases and cancers. Out of nine aunts, most are deceased, and many more have health issues such as tumors, autoimmune diseases, and cancer. One of my nine aunts there are not many left. One aunt has had a hard time with her health ever since the “modern man” of her time said it was okay for radiation therapy on her brain, and they gave her a lethal dose. My brother was sewn up on the hospital bed and has metal rods in his spine, a metal that my family has immunological reactions to, stuck in his body. Many others with adrenal gland issues, tumors and cancers, from in the brain, eyes, liver, and even holes in their bones. As Shakespeare said, “hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” Hello.

During my mental hypersensitivity, my body's immune system was activated. My insides would be plagued with inflammation depending on my environment. Food, dust, grass, and the big hitter allergies like peanuts, eggs, and the others you hear of. Those cause the most histamine reactions to be released. I learned why foods in stores are shelf-stable: they're synthetically fortified. Each vitamin has a natural and a synthetic form. B6 is a good example. The natural version of B6 is folate, and the synthetic form is folic acid. Each time I would eat these, my body would break out in hives, and the spasms would return. I would get worse from the metal clip area. From what I've read, it can take two years for my body to completely detoxify the metals from my body, but they've been present my entire life. I'm just warning you, so my suffering won't be in vain.

Again, we were the McGahahs of Cataloochee. At the end of the day, I look back and see that all the options provided were tricks. My whole family was ripped apart and destroyed. My family were big, strong, healthy people who ate from the garden, loved God, and loved family. They still love the country too. God, family, country, right?? When my grandfather retired, he wanted to make life easier for my grandmother, as any good man would. Everyone would pack their refrigerators full of food, get together, and eat. My grandma always had pork chops, applesauce, and biscuits on the stove. She always enjoyed one of her kids coming by, or grandkids. And with nine children, you got a lot of grandkids.

I can honestly say that I understand why the holidays got smaller. I've been consumed with so much anger and hate. I still, for some reason, keep forgiving, for “they know not what they do.” The sad part is my family still doesn't know what they do. I would imagine that all the Christians behind their big walls don't either. If they don't see, and everyone I've talked to doesn't see, and we're all broken, then what do I see that nobody else does?

You've got governments fighting. Communities bred to take pride in their laws to protect their families. I don't think you people could stop the bombs from dropping if you wanted to. As the head of the North Carolina Medical Board told me, after I demanded someone tell me why I could have my organs stripped from me, and told I couldn't sue, and to get back out there and work harder, all while every person sees an invisible illness judges over my productivity level and economic shackles, tells me, "They're just doing their jobs." I can develop cancer from not living healthy in a world that hasn’t provided me with any “option.” Just statistics to watch grow inside me.

The head of the medical board told me I should get into politics. He said, “I had so much information I should stick it to some of the politicians out there, and go to the conferences.” Why? They are not held accountable for anything? As the Bible says, "No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to one and despise the other." I would rather learn theology and apologetics. I have a feeling you're all missing something that's already been written.

I would ask for peace if I were in charge, but that's suicide. Who are we if we cannot set an example? Also, we all need a little something on both sides, on all sides. The Pope prays every year. Why not pray in the holiest of places? But from what I hear, there's a lot of controversy in the churches. You have many religions over the years transforming in time. Catholicism into Christianity, broken down into denominations. Now there are organizations getting together to say that their beliefs are factual over others' interpretations. There's right and there's wrong, but depending on the cultural interpretation, how can you tell what's right from wrong? There's God, there's family, and as broken as mine is, there's country.

I was just a lamb in the field, playing in the Appalachians, where my family, the McGahahs, were born. “Modern man” moved in with a greater good and provided options. Options dangled and told it was our choice. Like tricks being played while the mind was being deceived, only to learn right from wrong, after the fact. Just as a baby deer faces its road ahead, they didn't choose their road. If there was only a manual, since their family wasn't there for them, for whatever reason. Depending on how the cattle graze or the sheep flock, cultural norms have squeezed the genetics of my family.

The Romans used to send their children, who they couldn't raise themselves, to what they called school teachers. These school teachers would bestow morals and ethics that the children could base their everyday lives on in the future. I watch people watch TV, laugh at the same jokes, wear the same clothes, and even judge the same way. Generations are being bred this way, and now you want to market our health. If it's not shelf-stable food, it's a paper plant that was allowed to pour what we locals called "Blackwater" down our rivers for 100 years while lawyers kept them open. EPA regulations changed, and three months before they did, Champion closed its doors. The only reason they were in the mountains in the first place was because Ohio State wouldn't allow the business to do pulp paper processing there. North Carolina was a manufacturing state. As an alchemist says, "caput mortuum." Thanks, NC!

I grew up hearing about big business, big pharma, and even racist names from people you may not think would say them. I've met so many people in my journey through life, and none of you all talk. If I were to hold a grudge, my next generation would probably grow up hearing the anger from my journey, passed along. I imagine that's why Eve ate the apple, and god still asked her WHY?

I'm here to tell you to stop searching for knowledge, go home, and love each other, for who we are. “We know not what we do.” But I think it's you who don't know what you do. Stop dying. Please.

My family was erased in the sands of time by mammon over and over again. Productivity in the Appalachia, filled with options provided that I'm told we chose. It's in the air I breathe, the food I have to eat, and the water that's filled with chemicals. Those have check limits too. Stripped of any real nutrition or micronutrients. I have to pay to flush, and watch more chemicals mixed with more and more chemicals, ending up downstream for our families to play in and the animals to unknowingly live in. Gadolinium is a rare earth metal from an MRI contrast that doesn't come out in the sewer treatment plant. Has anyone looked at the sores on the squirrels in the cities? No. Maybe questioned where the frogs I used to play with as a child have gone in the streets? Yet you spray your pesticides, so your yards look good. You mow flowers in your yards which causes immunological stress. Maybe even the drug addicts you see when you come into town and tell yourself they chose that life. Hand them some money so you can feel better and go home to your warm beds. Hmm.

You people are so mean, so blind, and again and again, my anger just continues to get worse. All I wanted to do was escape these economic shackles that you consumers consume. Consumers consuming the consumables. Do you have something to sell me by chance? I don't want to be statistically locked into disease, but resistance is futile. Why have you done this? You people who killed your Lord and Savior, and poisoned such a beautiful world. My family is one more down, and luckily he received Jesus in December 2024 before passing. We shall meet in better circumstances. You get to be with family and friends and now the Lord, as the rest of the Appalachian natives seem to be headed. They may not know me, but for lack of a better word, it's irritating to watch people walk off this ledge.

Time is only modern man's comprehension. Modern man's construct, really. A lot of big churches say there's nothing else to learn, but honestly, I don't know if there are any humans left to teach theology or the interpretation of apologetics. My people are divided, and again, I've talked to so many people, just broken and doing their jobs. Making their own interpretation.

My pastor, who saved me and baptized me on Easter two years ago, wanted to start an online presence. And I think that's a good idea. If people were allowed to come to my home, buy up all my land, tell me what I can and can't drink, how to eat, how to live, and then take the two things off my list – God and family – then instead of abandoning my country, maybe I can show you all that no matter what, that arrow is more like a hand that you can hold. He can take you anywhere and you can do anything. Even change the definition of incurable or bring peace.

The same pastor who baptized me ended up with leukemia, and I pray he gets the treatment he needs. We had breakfast one morning when he told me about wanting an online presence. He said, "Don't ever say you won't preach. Never say never," he said. As I was on my journey and continued to dig into theology, I realized the more you learn, that that’s the trick. You end up talking to others, and because you're so knowledgeable, you become that person preaching.

Each time I'm talking to someone and they've preached to me, it's just because it's an easy "right" and "wrong." You can't give anyone the one-fix answer, tailored to them personally without a book. I don't really see who's fighting these wars. Again, I don't think you all could stop the bombs from dropping if you wanted to. I just kind of wanted to come out here and say that I'm sorry personally for all the sins I've committed from the options that have been provided. There has been a manual, a book right here. It's just only after the fact that I got it. I'm just glad that I had all the stories from church and knowledge from growing up in my mind so I could face this battle, holding His hand and not alone.

I just wanted to show you what “He looks like before I go home and fit in with everyone else.” The Holy Spirit is in each of you. Cultures would pray for rain, come on. Stop dividing. We connect more than you have a clue about. I'm from the Appalachian Mountains, and I just want some peace. Please. Maybe Vlad wanted peace too, but I'm trying here.

I will use my baby deer metaphor. It eats me up every time I have to come into these disease-infested cities. As a baby deer is brought into the world, never knowing the road they're walking into, I pray you stop killing my family, your family, our families. You people watch as if a movie. Stop.

Have you ever held a baby deer? Felt its trembling innocence? Or are you just as disconnected as those who drive by them, lifeless on the side of the road? Turn your heads, but I will not. How and where does this get any worse? I want my Appalachian home back, but we are “modern man.” I chased theology and apologetics, but are there any humans left to teach it?

I've come to Israel to ask for teachings to take back to my home. There are some universities and colleges I'm interested in, but then I learned there's also a Jerusalem University in the American States. I have to apply, just like everyone else. Globalization has caused a new war. We have NASA, gene therapy, and all these things. Why? Gene therapy to reverse the MTHFR gene mutation from synthetic vitamins or to reverse the diseases from my environment that my economic shackles statistically tell me I'm going to develop. But I've got a job to do. And apparently, so do you.

In Matthew, Jesus went into the temple of God, cast out all those who bought and sold in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the money changers and the seats of those who sold doves. He said to them, "It is written, 'My house will be called a house of prayer,' but you have made it a den of thieves." Why? It's pretty obvious. Matthew 21:12-14 speaks of this.

Mary was on the way to Bethlehem when she gave birth to Jesus. A little-known fact is that it was to pay taxes. Same system, another day. Regardless of your beliefs, that's a very old book. During my sickness and watching my family be taken, my mother said, "Son, why can't we just sit here and wait for Jesus to come back?" So, where is Waldo? I again feel Shakespeare said it pretty well, "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." Unfortunately, all the sins are present. There's war, famine, disease, and plague. You can count on that, like you can count on taxes.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. John 1:1. Jesus was with God from the beginning. The Word was made flesh. John 1:14. The Holy Spirit is in each of us, and I hear the Holy Spirit still resides in the Temple Mount. I want to pray here, tell Him personally I'm sorry we took His lamb. We needed Him, but He is in each and every one of us. It's just generations of past transgressions or sins being reworded again and again. Magic into science into secularism. Politics or theology, mammon or God. Catholicism or some denomination of Christianity? People, he provides. He would have provided. So, God, I am sorry. I love You. I want to show the world the hand I hold. Stop they will stop dying, please. 

Let us Prey,

In Israel