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Watch this, from a PhD MD in the US.

Then make up your own mind as to whether you think the way vaccines are being produced today is ethical.

To cut to the chase, they are basically using live tissue from aborted babies to grow vaccine cultures – but the babies are born alive, and only then killed for their tissue.

https://www.pscp.tv/w/1zqJVEWDyMlGB

(They like to take these things offline fast, so I would watch it sooner rather than later.)

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UPDATE:

One of the commentators wanted to know ‘what can we do about this?’

Here’s what I think is the next steps (apart from praying an awful lot that Hashem should protect us from all the terrible evil that’s being exposed in the world…)

I think we urgently need to find out if the rabbis and poskim actually have the full information on how vaccines are produced – including this information.

And then they have to render a halachic decision on whether this is acceptable.

Personally, I can’t see how halachically a believing Jew can use a vaccine that’s directly created via killing a newborn fetus for its heart tissue cells. We are supposed to ‘die’ instead of participating in murder, idolatry or forbidden relations, and it seems this is outright murder, however it’s spun.

That’s probably why the vaccine people didn’t want the public to actually have real information, and have just resorted to fear tactics and intimidation to close the discussion down.

I still don’t know where the truth lies in this matter, but I’d sure like to have more information given to me in a transparent way, and not just pressure tactics and ‘experts’ who like to tell you you’re talking rubbish, but strangely can’t point to any specific instances of where what you’re saying about vaccine harm and production is incorrect…

Don’t forget this, tomorrow:

The difference one jab made.

After yesterday’s post, someone emailed me with a link to the following story, and gave me permission to reprint it here, with the writer’s real name. The family are from the States, and this account 1) really made me pretty sad and 2) really made me think, about how much of the facts concerning modern medicine are actually still being hidden from us all.

I’m still not formally ‘anti’ vaccine, but I am increasingly worried about the lack of transparency and disclosure about the risks associated with vaccines, and I have a very strong feeling that something here is really ‘not right’. But until I’ve pinned that down, I’m still exploring what’s really going on. In the meantime…

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Gittel’s Story

I was sitting in the waiting room of our Dr.’s office, waiting for the nurse to call us back. Gittel and I were there for her 14 month well visit. I watched as she ran up and down in the small waiting room, excited that 2 other little girls were there for her to play with. They were a little shy, but, unfazed, Gittel ran up to them with a big smile and initiated a playful exchange with them.

After a while Gittel came running back to me, as is normal for typical kids to do, almost to reassure herself that mommy is still there and keeping a watchful eye on her. Content after a few snuggles and a quick sip of her sippy cup, she headed back to play with the girls once again, this time stopping for a moment to say hi to some other people who had since entered the waiting room and to light up the faces of a few senior citizens who had just sat down.

This went on for almost an hour until we were finally called back.

When the nurse informed us that it was our turn, I called Gittel, who stopped what she was doing and immediately came back over to mommy. I picked her up and carried her back, as she was a little nervous, and seemed to sense a little suspiciously, that something was “up”. She responded to my reassuring hugs and loving whispers. She watched the nurse carefully as she measured her height and weight and as I answered the usual questions.

When the nurse left the room, we continued to play as we waited for the Dr. to arrive. We sang a couple of her favorite songs, she explored the office a bit and we walked up and down the hallway while we waited some more. Pretty soon it was our turn to be seen.

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There was a gentle knock on the door and the Dr. walked in.

At 14 months, most of the questions were about her development and her overall health, which thank G-d, seemed to be right on track. There was also the basic autism screening questionnaire, which, ever since our Sruly’s autism diagnosis , I viewed as both a relief, and to some degree, a mild annoyance. A relief, being that from the moment that our children are born, I am carefully scrutinizing every aspect of their development.

I am always relieved when I see that, thank G-D, everything is developing as it should. A slight annoyance, since, as the parent of a child with sever autism, for goodness sake, I could write the questionnaire, and it would be a lot more detailed then the one that they have!…. Not to mention the fact, that for the most part, I seem to know more about autism than they do. Just ask me point blank if I think she is “at risk” or possibly “on the spectrum”.

What they should be asking the parent is; may the child possibly be at risk for a vaccine injury based on their past health history? How has the child, or other family member responded to vaccines in the past (fever, lethargy, seizures etc.)? How many rounds of antibiotics has the child received since birth? Does the child have an egg, dairy or other food related allergy? Does the child exhibit symptoms of, or is known to have a mitochondrial disorder? Are there common genetic concerns such as MTHFR, etc., etc…

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In the case of our daughter Gittel, she had received two rounds of antibiotics the year prior, due to a bout of strep.

Re-establishing proper gut health after extensive antibiotic use is crucial. Pumping such a small child with the entire schedule of suggested vaccines, all while their tiny bodies do their best to re-balance themselves, is much like playing Russian Roulette. She was otherwise, thank G-d, a healthy baby. She nursed beautifully (full time!), no acid reflux, no skin issues, no thrush etc… It turns out, that even with all of these questions it is still almost impossible to predict what the outcome of a vaccine may be.

However, I waited patiently and answered all of the questions in turn.

Dr: “Is she making eye contact?”

Me: “Yes.”

Dr:  “Does she respond to you when you come into the room?”

Me:  “Yes.”

Dr: “Does she respond when you call her name?”

Me: “Yes.”

Dr:  “Does she seem interested in other kids? Does she play with them?”

Me:  “Yes.”

Dr. “Does she use her hands or fingers in an inappropriate way?”

I love this question. What they are trying to ask is, does the child exhibit any self-stimulatory behavior?

Me: “No.”

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After a few more questions, and an otherwise uneventful visit, the Dr. said that the nurse would be in shortly to administer the scheduled vaccines.

He wished us a good day and walked out. Soon the nurse entered and asked us if we were also interested in the chicken pox vaccine in addition to her MMR. Thank G-d I said no. I am honestly not sure what went through my mind at that moment and why I said “no” so quickly. It had not even crossed my mind prior to the visit. (I only learned later on that you are never give two live virus vaccines at once – kind of paradox though, being that the MMR itself contains three [attenuated] live virus vaccines….).

The nurse didn’t seem to mind that we turned down the chicken pox vaccine and proceeded to prepare Gittel for the MMR. Gittel cried briefly as I held her close, reassuring her with soft words while hugging her. The visit was over. When we arrived home, Gittel seemed understandably a little worn out, but still full of smiles and warm snuggles.

That evening however, she developed a fever.

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By the next morning, even after a number of alternating rounds of Tylenol/Motrin, the fever persisted.

What was more worrisome to me than anything else, was the fact that she had completely stopped looking at me and just sat on the floor emotionless. She displayed considerable discomfort, despite the pain killers which I had given her to bring down the fever. She wouldn’t respond to my many attempts to engage her. It almost seemed as though her inner world had completely consumed her.

Alarmed, I mentioned this to my husband, hoping that somehow he could make this stop. Or at the very least pull out his crystal ball and tell me that she would indeed go back to being herself soon. He calmly responded that she was probably just feeling “under the weather” and would soon perk up.

By day two the fever persisted. I watched with a sinking heart as she failed, most notably, to respond to her name. She just sat there. She looked sad and forlorn and didn’t seem to be “here” with us. She seemed as though she didn’t recognize her surroundings or where she was. Oh, how I wanted to know what she was thinking. What was going on in that delicate little brain of hers. Was she scared? What was she feeling? What was hurting? What did she want me to do to help make her feel better?

Still no eye contact.

I got down, face to face with her, cooed, laughed, played our usual funny games, but to no avail. She continuously turned her head to avoid me. She didn’t respond to our games of “chase”, or the thrill of Mommy coming to tickle her. She wouldn’t even smile. And those eyes, those lost eyes… She still cried when she was hungry, and gently snuggled during those intimate moments of nursing I treasured so dearly.

Somehow, instinctively, I knew that I needed help to flush her system. I began with the most natural and soothing thing I knew –  stopping all solid foods and going back to strictly nursing around the clock. She was all too happy to comply.

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Day three, the fever was still there.

I was almost pleading with my husband to see what I was seeing. I was hoping I was wrong. I was scared, very scared. I was scared that I was right. My husband still tried to reassure me that she was not herself, only because she was still under the weather from the effects of the shot. She had not only stopped eye contact, she actively avoided it!

No smiles. She stopped responding to her name. She didn’t respond to our usual fun and games. She didn’t even stop to watch her siblings, let alone interact with them. She seemed to be hardly managing or coping with what life had just thrown at her. With what life had just thrown at us all.

After 3 days, her fever subsided. For the next couple of weeks I kept trying to interact with her, to engage with her, to make eye contact, smiles, something! But there was nothing. She moseyed around the house in her own little world. She was busy. Very busy. Almost alarmingly busy. Before all of this, she used to knock down the occasional book from the bookshelf, as do most busy toddlers, and when caught in the act by either my husband or myself, she would giggle and scream in sheer delight. Knowing that we were coming closer to get her and tickle her away from her little game.

It was her way of both exploring and of successfully capturing our attention. Now, however, she seemed like she was on a very serious mission to wipe out the entire bookshelf over and over again. She was completely expressionless. She stopped responding to our playful drama when coming to get her. It was during one of these episodes, about 3 weeks after she received her shot, that my husband finally realized that I wasn’t just being overly worried.

There was indeed something alarming here….. and all too familiar…..

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Once my husband realized the magnitude of what I was seeing, it was then, that everything suddenly seemed official.

Until then I was hanging on to the small thread of hope that perhaps I really was just worrying too much. It was then that the tears began to fall. The next few months were full of prayer, specialists, supplements, therapies and more prayer. We took her to specialist who confirmed the presence of inflammation in her brain. I was so shaken by what had happened, that I was afraid to take her back to her original Dr. I assumed that he would simply dismiss our case entirely upon hearing that it was vaccine related.

I was beside myself. I couldn’t believe this was happening to a second child. How could I have been so stupid 12 years ago in letting the doctors convince me that vaccines were still unquestionably safe. That the pros very much so outweighed the cons. That all of this would have happened “regardless”.

I once again found myself in tears before G-d. “Please,” I begged, “Don’t let this happen to another child.” I don’t think I have ever before asked my Grandmothers who had passed away, to help me beseech G-d for His supernal mercy. To ask Him to help us in this time of need. I began praying and asking my Grandmothers and a dear, special and holy Great Aunt, to please daven for her as well.

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Many months went by, and thank G-d she ever so often began to smile again.

During this time we continued with her rigorous supplement regimen, therapy, nursing, praying and more praying. One night, after a couple of more months had gone by, I tearfully began to daven. I am not sure if this was the right thing to do, but I asked G-d that if this was truly the decree, if this is what was meant to be, if  He could please, please lessen the severity and make it mild. Please not so sever.

Little by little she began to make some fleeting yet noticeable eye contact. She preferred not to, however when we came “face to face” she wouldn’t actively turn her head to avoid us. She still wouldn’t react if we were coming to play chase with her from across the room, but if we made it into her personal space, she ever so slowly began to respond with smiles and giggles. She also seemed to once again, enjoy being in the company of her siblings.

At nearly a year later, she had come along way. She was still unable to communicate even her most basic needs, but she has begun to “label”. She did not respond to her name or even turn when you called her. She would however get excited with interactive games like chase, dancing and peek-a-boo. Thank G-d she still had the most beautiful smile and infectious little giggle.

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She used to sit down and get comfortable with a stack of books by her side.

Looking through each one slowly, with intent and purpose, while turning the pages slowly and enjoying every picture. She would occasionally pick up a book and go through it quickly. It was difficult however, to tell how much she understood. She seemed to enjoy watching the pages turn more so than anything else. She enjoyed sitting and playing next to other children, including her siblings, however she had stopped initiating play, as well as any other form of communication.

And her eyes.

There used to be a sparkle in those beautiful eyes. Those wise, playful yet knowing eyes. She had lost that twinkle, that spark of life. Although part of me was still hopeful, I remained cautious. And of course, there was still a part of me which didn’t want to think too much about any of it at all.

We still watch her very carefully. The specialists which we went to said, that at this young age, children can respond well to appropriate supplements and therapies. “The body,” they told us, “is a self righting ship.”

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I eventually gathered up the courage to return to the original Dr. who’s office administered the vaccine.

When he finished hearing our story and reading the medical and laboratory reports, he responded that in all of his many years of practice, he has never seen a reaction to a vaccine quite like this. While I found this hard to believe, he did, however, agree that it most definitely looked like a vaccine injury. He agreed that the symptoms she exhibited in the days following her vaccine seemed to indicate possible encephalitis.

He was kind enough to encourage us to file suite against the federal government’s vaccine injury court (which up until that point we never knew existed). He mentioned that any documentation relating to our daughter’s condition, which we may need moving forward, he would gladly provide us with.

Just as our visit was ending he said something which both scared me and consequently left me very skeptical of the medical establishments motives, in general. He looked at us and said, “I think we should hold off on vaccines for the next three months.” I looked at him, completely dumbfounded, almost not believing what we were hearing. After all of this, and this was still his view? I realized then and there that it wasn’t worth our time or emotional energy to argue. We promptly ended the visit and walked out.

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I know everything that goes on in this world is all part of G-d’s master plan, but sometimes I wish I could just ask G-d what exactly does He want from me?

What do I need to fix? What do I need to do to improve? I do thank G-d every day for giving us life, for keeping us together, for blessing us with all of the beautiful gifts and Brachot He has bestowed upon us. For blessing us with the thoughtful tests that He has so carefully chosen for us. I pray that all of us be blessed with immense light, love, simcha (joy), brachot (blessings), good mazal, nachas, wisdom, long life and the strength to carry on. May we all merit to greet Moshiach, together with all of Klal Yisroel, speedily in our days.

We are ready, Hashem.

We are oh, so ready.

– Matana Boloten

Originally written, Dec 2015

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You can’t read this and not cry a little bit. There is nothing I can add that wouldn’t just detract. But it’s definitely time to learn more, and to get properly informed about what are fundamentally huge choices to make about our children, and our children’s health.

So the last few days I’ve been trying to figure out WHAT, exactly, has been causing me my eye problems and health issues.

Again, it’s a fundamental principle of emuna that nothing happens ‘stam’ or by accident, and that everything is 100% tailored from Hashem to give us some sort of message about what we might need to work on, change or fix in our lives (and souls) – so I’ve been pondering this a lot in my talking to God sessions the last few days.

Here’s what I was exploring:

1) After last week, I got 100% that my eyes went funny because I was looking at stuff that was coming from a very bad place spiritually.

2) WHAT was that stuff, exactly?

I wasn’t so clear on number 2, because I had three possible areas that I’m currently engaged in:

1) I’m reading books by Immanuel Velikovsky at the moment, who was basically an externally secular Jew who took on the scientific establishment after World War II. Velikovsky was extraordinarily erudite, and he demolished their arguments about things like the age of the world, and about how and when massive, comet-induced natural disasters devastated the planet, and also showed how the events described in Torah and Tanach is to be found all over ancient history – if you know where to look for it.

Now, he definitely wasn’t a religious man in the modern sense of the word, but he believed in God, and believed in the veracity of the Torah and Tanach (which makes him more ‘frum’ than a lot of the apparently orthodox people walking around in 2017.)

Was that making my eyes funny?

Or, was it:

2) The research I’m doing on the ‘Electric People’ book, where I start off reading equations from people with impressive PhDs in quantum physics and then two seconds later I find myself reading about a Tibetan view of the afterworld?

(It’s a crazy thing: Chemistry seems to lead to atheism, and physics either leads to God, or to avoda zara, or to a belief that ‘aliens’ created life on earth…)

Was it that, that was making my eyes funny?

Or, was it:

3) Jewish blogs and websites by ‘frum’ Jews who aren’t so into believing in Tzaddikim, definitely aren’t into Rav Berland, and have a very ‘cool’ take on what it means to be an orthodox Jew in 2017?

I cracked open Rebbe Nachman’s Book of Traits (sefer HaMiddot) and this is what I got:

“It’s forbidden to learn from one who draws after idol-worship, and one who learns from him is liable to the death penalty.”

Gosh, well that seemed to be pretty clear cut. It seemed like number 2 on the list was the culprit. Except….when you’re doing hitbodedut, and really talking to God about things, things are rarely so cut and dried.

As I was rolling around the idea that I have to quit writing ‘Electric People’, Rav Natan’s maxim that ‘whatever brings you closer to God is true, and whatever takes you further away from God is false’ popped into my head.

Just yesterday, I was sketching some of my ideas from Electric People out to a friend, and she told me that I’d just given her emuna a real boost by what I’d described, because it really showed her that people aren’t in control, and only God is.

Hmmm.

So maybe Electric People wasn’t the problem after all (although clearly, the Tibetan ‘channelling’ PhDs are people I need to stay away from…)?

So what WAS it, then? Reading Velikovsky’s stuff has also brought me much nearer to God, and His awesomeness, and has similarly made me realize how God is really the only One in control of what’s occurring down here on planet earth.

So I don’t think it’s that, despite all the disturbing packaging that some of Velikovsky’s ideas come wrapped in. (Briefly, he compared the mythologies and histories of ancient peoples to try to find some sort of big, world-wide natural disaster that would synchronise ancient history. Boy, did he find it… But that’s a post for another time.)

So then that left me with the frum Jewish blogosphere…

To cut a long story short, the last few weeks I was trying to connect to a whole bunch of Jewish bloggers and internet people, to interview them about their stuff, and to hopefully get the word out about my new book, The Secret Diary of a Jewish Housewife.

I spent literally hours poring over different websites, trying to find good ‘fits’. Then, I spent a bunch more time emailing people, to see if we could collaborate somehow. I’ve had a few nice responses (mostly from the less obviously ‘frum’ people) – and some really yucky responses from the more apparently ‘frum’ people, who castigated me for publicly supporting Rav Berland on my blog.

Bingo!

After I got another yucky response last week, I had a fleeting moment when I thought maybe I should take the stuff about Rav Berland down.

I mean, if it was limiting my marketing opportunities, blah blah blah, stopping me from connecting to other cool, creative, ‘frum’ Jews, blah blah blah, making me feel like I’d done something ‘bad’, blah blah blah…

After talking to God about it all, I decided to stick to my guns, and to continue to support the Rav with everything I’ve got, for as long as it takes for the truth to come out, regardless of how many ‘opportunities’ it’s costing me.

When I applied Rav Natan’s rule, I realized that trying to cosy up to these ‘frum’ bloggers had taken me pretty far away from emuna, and emunat Tzaddikim, or believing in our true Tzaddikim.

To put it another way, these guys were REALLY bad for my health!!!

And for my soul. And for my spiritual connection to Hashem, and His holy Tzaddikim.

So, now I’ve figured that out, I’m going to continue trying to demolish all the lies modern science is built on (that leads to atheism…), and I’m going to continue trying to show how human health really works (which could lead to avoda zara, unless people are firmly connected to the Torah and the true Tzaddikim…)

And I’m also staying away from pretty much every Jewish blog and website out there – because when you’re striving to be a believing Jew, that’s the REALLY dangerous stuff on the internet.

Gosh, the last few days I’ve been waking up feeling enormously stressed and tense.

Sometimes when I get like this, I can remember which odd dream sparked it off, or I know what situation I have in my real, actual life that is triggering it.

But at the moment, things are as ‘calm’ as they ever are in my household (i.e. not very, but more than usual) – so there is nothing specific that I’m agonising over that’s stressing me out like this.

I know this sounds like a weird idea, but God uses environmental factors to create situations where a certain ‘feeling’ or group of feelings becomes prevalent in the ‘outside world’. If you’re not doing regular hitbodedut (personal prayer) than it’s very hard to figure out when your feelings are intrinsic to you, and when you’re actually ‘absorbing’ them more from the outside.

If you saw my post on Why NIBIRUR = More Illness a little while back, you’ll probably already know that I think God is sending a huge amount of ‘crazy’ vibes down to the world at the moment, that is part of the spiritual process of birur, or clarification, humanity has to go through before Moshiach shows up.

It’s no coincidence that more and more people are literally losing it and acting in the most terrible ways at the moment (the recent, heart-wrenching murder in Migdal is one of the more extreme symptoms of this, but by no means the only one.)

The more we clear out our own bad middot, the more we try to face down all the little lies we keep telling ourselves about how we really behave, and act, and think, and treat others, and how much responsibility we really take for our own lives and relationships, and the more we try and connect ourselves to God and His true Tzaddikim, the easier this process is going to be.

But if we’re not willing to do any of those things?

Then we’ll either get a bumper prescription of psych meds, AND / OR we’ll go completely bonkers, AND / OR we will spend every spare moment we have surfing the net, watching movies, hanging out on Facebook, shopping, or doing other ‘escapist’ things like running 6 marathons a week or appearing in eight back-to-back theatrical productions.

Yesterday, when I was getting that yucky anxious / antsy / waiting for something / jumpy feeling that comes along with all the external stress and tension currently flooding the world, I suddenly realised that if I was a more ‘normal’ person, I would be watching movies or YouTube back-to-back to try and escape from these very uncomfortable feelings.

But I don’t do that, and that’s not an option, so instead I’m just having to sit here and deal with it all by upping my hitbodedut, going to more graves of holy people and (my secret weapon…) booking a trip to Uman.

If I wasn’t doing all those things, and also not trying to figure out what bad middot I still need to acknowledge and fix, I would be going stark, raving bonkers right now. Even WITH doing all those things, I’m still pretty jumpy and ‘wired’ at the moment.

Stress is what triggers our bad middot off. God is upping the ‘stress’ in the world so all of us can see what we have to work on, and so that we stop trying to ignore it and run away from it.

It’s so yucky to wake up scared, the way I’m doing at the moment.

But I realised, it would be so much worse if I was scared to ‘wake up’ and acknowledge all the stuff I really need to work on in order to be ready for Moshiach.

I’ve started answering people’s questions on the Quora.com forum (anyone can do it, you don’t need any special pedigree) – and I’ve been very struck at how much blind faith people are still putting in the medical system.

Someone writes in saying they feel suicidal, or saying they feel depressed, or saying they feel super-anxious, and without fail, at least some well-meaning respondent will type back ‘GET HELP, FAST! YOU NEED TO SPEAK TO THE PROFESSIONALS ABOUT THIS!!!’

Gulp. Must be serious.

Except, it’s still not 100% clear to me what HELP they’re really talking about. Let’s use depression as an example. There’s seems to be an understanding that if someone is depressed, and goes to speak to a professional about it, that that will magically set them on the path to getting out of depression.

But in practise, it doesn’t work like that at all.

Yes, professionals can prescribe mind-altering drugs like SSRIs, which can and do work to alleviate around 51% of depressions, short-term – the same success rate you’d get by giving depressed patients a placebo sugar pill.

But the relapse rates for people returning to depression once they stop the SSRI are very high indeed, because SSRIs don’t actually cure the underlying depression, they just mask the symptoms.

Exercise beats depression better than meds

It’s been scientifically-proven that doing 30 minutes of physical exercise, three times a week is even more successful than medication at treating depression, and crucially, people who regularly exercise very rarely fall back into depression later on.

So if the HELP you’d get would be to tell you to by a pair of sneakers and go hit the running track, that would be useful.

But here’s another interesting stat that I recently found: In a survey of psychologists done by Pope and Tabachnick (1994) and reported by the American Psychology Association (APA), 61% of responding psychologists defined themselves as being ‘depressed’.

To quote the APA piece:

“29 percent of those surveyed indicated they had felt suicidal, and almost 4 percent indicated they had made at least one suicide attempt.”

And that’s not all. According to the National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health, male psychologists were the most likely to commit suicide out of more than 230 occupations they were monitoring – a ratio that is 3.5 times higher than the general public (Ukens, 1995).

What does all this mean?

Well, I don’t know about you, but if I went to a mental health professional for help with my depression, I’d like to see more evidence that the methods they’re using actually work.

And if their methods actually work, then why are a huge, whopping 61% of them identifying themselves as being clinically-depressed?

If the professionals who know all the latest literature, who read all the latest theories, who subscribe to the APA bulletin about the latest advances in neuroscience and brain chemistry, and who can describe the difference between fluoxetine and sertralin cold – if these people are still depressed, in their droves, than it doesn’t hold out a huge amount of hope for the depressed people they’re trying to help.

If I go to a mental professional for help, I want to hear how the therapist worked out what was causing their depressions, or their anxiety, or their OCD, or whatever it is, and solved it at its root, so they could start living happy, fulfilled lives.

And if they can’t tell me that, then really what’s the point?

I know that many therapists are completely committed to trying to help their patients get better, and that their genuine caring and desire to help others is part of the reason they have such a tough job. I also know that sometimes therapy, in particular the more behaviour-based therapies like CBT, can truly help particular individuals with specific problems in some notable ways.

But therapists themselves are usually the first to admit that many times, the conventional medical paradigm that most therapy fits into simply isn’t adequate to define the true causes of mental health issues, which is the first, necessary step to truly resolving them.

That’s because mental health issues encompass far more than a person’s mind; they can also be caused by physical, energetic, ‘body’ issues (more on that another time), and also, crucially, by spiritual issues including a profound sense of purposelessness, meaningless, loss of resilience, out-of-control anxiety and fear and despair – all things that occur in great quantities when people have no idea why they’re actually alive, or that God’s running the show.

To come back to depression, holistically-speaking there are a few things that cause it:

 

  • PHYSICALLY – getting stuck in the homolateral energy state, where a person’s reserves of physical strength are literally operating at less than 50% of what they optimally should be.
  • EMOTIONALLY – spending too much time with negative, critical, uncaring and uncompassionate people. And
  • SPIRITUALLY – failing to count your blesses, ie, ingratitude.

 

Biologically-speaking, when the body is producing the chemicals for the feeling of gratitude, it can’t also produce the chemicals for the feeling of ‘depression’ at the same time, because these chemicals use the same receptors in the body. Once the gratitude chemical has ‘docked’, depression has nowhere to go.

So next time someone tells you they’re feeling sad, depressed, suicidal, even, if you really want to help them, tell them all this stuff. Tell them how great regular exercise is for getting out of depression, explain how they need to work out WHO is triggering their depressions to avoid a repeat in the future, and help them to see the tremendous good they still have in their lives.

I know that many people benefit from therapy simply because it gives them someone caring to talk to, and benefit from medications simply because it gives them a break from their inner chaos. But if we want answers and solutions for mental health issues that really work, and that really address the causes at their root, it may be time to admit that cosy as the therapist’s couch, it’s not the whole solution.

Have you ever had one of those days when you kind of feel like G-d forgot about you? Yes, He made you, He gave you life, and maybe even a husband and kids and a mortgage – but now He’s busy with the civil war in Syria, or ISIS in Iraq, or the Israeli elections, and you’ve just kind of fallen through the gap…

I was feeling that way yesterday. I’ve been praying for things to turn around for ages, and they haven’t (as far as I can tell) and yesterday, I was convinced that G-d had forgotten about me.

Where’s my book deal, G-d? Where’s my parnassa? Where’s my ‘success’, my new house, my new car, my new outlook on life?!?!

I was really dejected, but I’d already made an arrangement to meet a friend at a Tu B’Shvat event, and I didn’t want to let her down.

I got there, and it’s a larger than life Temani grandma running the show, making millions of pitas and telling us all about G-d and emuna.

Within the first five minutes, she’d already covered talking to G-d, doing six hours, how G-d answers every prayer, and the stupidity of worrying about tomorrow instead of living for today.

More was still to come: she moved on to the topic of liking ourselves, and how when we don’t like ourselves, we’re always looking for acknowledgement and recognition and praise from outside, and how unhealthy that is.

I sat straight up in my chair.

“Don’t keep whining that no-one’s praising your cookies!” she said. “If the plate’s empty, it’s a sign they like them. Give yourself a pat on the back, and be happy!”

As if I hadn’t already realised that she’d been scripted by G-d to tell me exactly what I needed to hear, the Temani grandma then started listing all the weird physical symptoms she’d developed a few years’ back, by getting too stressed about things instead of trusting Hashem to come through for her:

Funny eyes; weakness on one side of her body; extreme exhaustion, etc (IE, all the weird physical symptoms I’ve had, the past few years.)

OK, OK, I got it!

G-d is aware of what’s going on with me. He’s noticing everything. The prayers are all being heard, and they’ll be answered in due course.

Ein Od Milvado! The Temani grandma yelled out, and winked at me.

I don’t know if Eliyahu Hanavi ever comes back as a woman, but if yes, I think I may have seen him in action yesterday. And let me tell you, he cooks a mean pita.

One of the biggest stumbling blocks I’m coming up against with all the energy medicine stuff is that most people, including very religious Jews, simply don’t know Quantum Physics.

If they knew Quantum Physics – even the smallest little bit of it – they would know that each atom is compromised of one particle of ‘stuff’ to between 10,000 and 100,000 particles of space.

And what keeps all that ‘space’ around all that ‘stuff’ is light.

Everything in the physical universe, from buildings, to cars, to trees to people – you and me – are basically made up of literally a speck of dust, space, and light.

THAT is the physical reality of our world.

Isn’t it amazing that this so closely describes Adam HaRishon, the ‘Being of Light’, who wore garments of revealed light before he ate from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil?

After Adam sinned, G-d made him and Chava different, more ‘physical’ garments – skin instead of light. But really? The light is still in there, just a lot more hidden away.

I wish more people in the religious world would learn more Quantum Physics, because then it would make discussions about physical health, and souls and energy that much more straightforward.

When we relate to our bodies and our health as being purely functions of physical matter, apart from the fact that Jewishly, it’s pure heresy, it’s also completely inaccurate, according to cutting-edge science.

And if the one doesn’t bother you, surely the other one should?

Around five years’ ago, I had a very stressful period of time, when we were living in a settlement across the Green Line, and my daughter was getting bullied at school, and then getting pretty sick, as a result of the bullying.

It was the time when Arabs were going beserk in Jerusalem with bulldozers, and I can’t tell you how many Arabs in bulldozers were driving around my settlement at that time, building houses.

I’d always had a big ‘scared’ streak, but my fear kept going up and up and up, to the point that I was scared to death of letting my children out of the house, in case they went near an Arab with a bulldozer.

But what really pushed me over the edge, fear-wise, is when my settlement got hit by a spate of burglaries. We all knew it was Arabs; we all secretly worried that if Arabs could break in to steal stuff, they could also break in to do other terrible things, G-d forbid.

Nearly all the burglaries happened on my street. Literally, every few days, we’d hear of some other house being hit, and even though I’d never used Arabs – not even Jihad, the pro-aliya plumber – and I had bars on the windows, I was freaking out.

Long story short, we decided to move, and G-d did a miracle for us and got us out of there within a month of us making the decision to leave. By the time we left, only two houses plus ours hadn’t been burgled, and the whole street was on edge, whether they admitted it or not.

The whole time my fear buttons had been pressed, I was on super-high alert, but generally healthy (not counting the nervous breakdown). When I got to the nice, quiet, civilised new place where I was going to live, I got hit with a number of health issues that I’d never had before.

I was completely exhausted, unable to stay up past 8pm. But I was also waking up a lot in the night, usually with a very dry mouth that wouldn’t go away no matter how much water I drank.

As my energy continued to wane, and other weird symptoms started to flourish, I went to a few alternative health experts to get some advice and help. One told me I had parasites (she was right, I did). One told me I had candida (right again). Another told me I had to start eating much better (ie, lettuce and whole grains). They were all right, and it all helped me feel better.

But I still wasn’t 100%.

One of my friends at the time, a nurse, mentioned that she thought maybe I had adrenal exhaustion. I went to look that up on the internet (which is such a bad idea, but we still feel compelled to do it) and according to everything I read, the only answer for exhausted adrenals was to lie in bed for weeks or months until they got some juice back.

I took it easy for a year (I had no choice) – and I ate healthy and took all the disgusting super-bitter grapefruit extract to kill off all the parasites etc, and finally, I started to feel better.

I’ve just come through another crazy time in my life, and again, I was noticing my mouth was starting to feel pretty dry when I woke up in the morning. Lucky for me, this time round G-d arranged for me to be doing a Women’s Energy Medicine module, and guess what they were talking about: exhausted and burnt-out adrenals.

Apparently, having a dry mouth is one of the warning signs that your adrenals are frying out.

But this time round, I learnt that there are things you can do to recuperate much faster, and get the energy flowing back into exhausted adrenals.

Adrenals are governed by – you guessed it – Triple Warmer meridian, which is a Fire element meridian, according to Chinese 5 element theory. It’s co-meridians on Fire are Heart, Small Intestine and Circulation-X (there should be an ‘se’ before that x, but I so don’t want that word to get picked up by web-bots).

Using the relevant acupressure points, if you strengthen heart; sedate and then strengthen circ-x; and sedate and strengthen TW, you can get your adrenals going again in a matter of days, not weeks.

I’ve been following their advice for a whole DAY, so I’ll let you know what happens. But one thing I can tell you is that my mouth already feels a whole lot less dry, which is a good start. And it certainly beats lying in bed for the next 8 months when I’ve got a book to write…

A few years’ ago, we moved house a month before hayfever season, to a new neighbourhood in Israel. A few weeks’ later, my eldest daughter woke up wheezing and struggling to breathe. We panicked, and like all good, responsible parents, we rushed her off to the emergency clinic (where else?). A couple of hours’ later, she came back with a whole breathing machine, a face mask, a few packets of various drugs, and an official diagnosis of ‘asthma’.

The doctor who diagnosed her was a genuinely caring, sweet, lovely religious man, which only underscores some of the enormous problems with modern medicine, because he was clearly trying to help us, and my daughter.

Yet no-one told us that asthma is often connected to stress, or emotional issues. No-one suggested that maybe, the asthma wasn’t even really asthma, and maybe was just an allergic hayfever reaction, given the time of year (my daughter already had multiple food allergies, at that point).

We were just given a very fast diagnosis, a blue and a brown inhaler, and at the tender age of 6, my daughter turned into an ‘asthmatic’ overnight.

My daughter is very sensitive. Now she knew she was officially an ‘asthmatic’ with breathing problems, her stress shot through the roof, and her asthma worsened accordingly. She got stressed when she thought about exercising with asthma; stressed about school outings with asthma; stressed about doing exams with asthma – and as soon as she got stressed, on cue, the asthma would appear.

In all the years I’ve been refilling the prescription for the Ventolin, not one doctor ever explained to me that the same inhaler that was helping my daughter to breathe better in the middle of a crisis was actually also worsening the fundamental problem. It’s scientifically proven that the more you use inhalers, the more asthma attacks you get. Why didn’t anyone tell me that?

Why didn’t anyone mention that people have died from over-using certain brands of asthma inhalers? I had no idea that inhalers were even remotely dangerous until a year ago when my daughter came back from a school trip with blue lips, and severe breathing issues, from using her puff 8 times in a row.

That’s when I started to really research this amazing, safe, solution to my daughters’ asthma, and I was shocked to see all the potential issues, side-effects and long-term problems associated with using inhalers (some of which have already been withdrawn from the market, as the stats on deaths from using ‘beta agonists’ are starting to stack up).

For example, a lot of the ‘regular’ (ie, not considered to be serious) side affects from inhalers show up in tachycardia, heart palpitations and tremors.

Three years’ after my daughter’s ‘asthma’ diagnosis, she went through a very stressful time in school, and was using her puff 4-5 times a day (well within prescribed limits). Within a couple of weeks of that episode, she was at the doctor with a bad case of flu when he listened to her heart, and told me I should go and take her for an EKG…

Baruch Hashem, nothing came of that. But only recently did I realise that what was causing the ‘heart problem’, whatever it was, was her asthma inhaler. How come the doctor didn’t make that connection?

Last year, we started to make a concerted effort to get her off the puff, and thank G-d, her use is now way, way down. All this happened before I learnt energy medicine, so it took a lot of praying, a lot of essential oils and Su Jok, and a lot of massage – in that order.

We still have the inhaler (I got given four on my last visit to the doctor…) – but it’s strictly for emergencies, now that we know that it’s actually a dangerous drug. But as I said, the less we’re using the puff, the less asthma my daughter actually has – and life’s still been pretty stressful.

With hindsight, I don’t think she had asthma in the first place. I think she had severe hayfever (she gets hayfever every year). By being so quick to diagnose asthma, that kind, caring doctor set my daughter on a path where she was scared to exercise (exacerbating the problem…); stressed about being away from her puff (exacerbating the problem…); and starting to get unexplained heart palpitations from her prescription medicine (exacerbating the problem…)

There has to be a better way, don’t you think?