It was a couple of years ago and it was
an evening in February while I was at the lake working on the cabin
with my buddy..that I had a very threatening accident.
While nearly completing the interior
walls of the log cabin. I was using a grinder to take off the dead
wood after 100 years of exposure. The dead gray wood was soon to be
covered over by stain to bring back life to the old logs.
I was about 5 feet off the ground
working, when by fluke chance my hair became caught in the
grinder and in an instant there was a high speed impact to the side
of my head by the grinder. My consciousness was instantly lost as I
fell to the floor virtually head first and landing on my skull from a
5 foot drop.
I laid there unconscious and bleeding
profusely from the impact regions of the head. I was barely breathing
and making gurgling sounds. My best friend watched the entire episode
unfold in a few quick seconds.
I was lucky to have such a good friend,
who did not panic. He ran over and aggressively separated the grinder
from the side of my head. He knew that I needed immediate medical
assistance but there is very little to no cell phone service in the
area. My friend knew that we had to go immediately as the floor
started to pool with blood from my head.
We had a lot of snow at the time..and
it was in the heart of winter. -25C is not uncommon.
Having time only to react, I was
dragged outside by my friend. He made it to the truck and put me on the
tailgate to give the added weight needed for traction to climb the
snow covered hill that leads towards the trail to get off the
property.
After one attempt at the hill and only
making it partially up, my friend looked back to see that I was no
longer there laying on the truck. He got out of the truck and went back toward
the cabin, where I was now but barely standing. I had gained
some consciousness and had taken myself off the truck tailgate and made
way to the cabin where he now found me wanting my
winter boots. It was very cold out and I had my boots come off while being dragged to the truck. ( I do want to point out that
the impacts that knocked me unconscious took away virtually all
awareness and I was now going on instinct and self
preservation...without actual conscious awareness.)
My friend helped me out..and got me
back to the truck...and we tried the hill again..with me laying in
the box of the truck. We made it..but were stuck again with a
kilometer to go, just to make it off the property, onto a dirt road.
As strange as it was, my friend suddenly had cell phone reception, which
shocked him. He took advantage by quickly phoning another friend
nearby, for help.
Help was on the way but we soon
became unstuck, and were able to get off the property and onto a
gravel road.
I was now in the vehicle, bleeding
everywhere and unconscious again...as my buddy did all he could to
get me to the local town hospital. I was then rushed to my hometown
hospital, shortly after.
Up to this point I have no memories
since just before the accident.
I became consciously aware a few days
later as I woke up in my hometown hospital, in a bed with an IV feeding
into my arm.
I knew where I was but I was not
aware what had exactly happened. I did become more aware shortly after
from the pain. I knew that I had been in an accident that was serious.
I discovered later that I had already
received two CT scans since arriving at the hospital, during my days
of unconsciousness.
It was very different for me. I do not
normally turn for help from the medical field, but knew that I was in
a position that I had no choice.
There were a couple nurses were very
helpful towards me. One being a family member of my friend and the
other originating from the lake area where I had been.
I was given solid food but it was
inedible and so I requested oranges as the only food that I would
eat.
I really do not know what had happened
to this point, but it was obvious that something was not right.
I was not being fed properly and I know
what healthy is, that is why I did request oranges. I listen to my
body. It was just after that, some staff began to try to coax me into
having flu vaccination shots. They said that I needed it and it was
in my best interest.
I flat out refused as I was long aware
of the negative effects that can occur from the toxins they call
vaccines.
I finally got to meet the doctor that
was in charge of looking after me while there. I thought it very
strange that the name of the doctor was Dr. Grey but I did not make
anything out of it at the time.
After becoming aware that I had already
been taken in for two CT scans, I asked the doctor what the results
were.
It was right at that point in time is when I started to get stonewalled over
what should have been important enough to tell me.
The doctor refused to give me any
information whatsoever to my condition and to the results of the two
CT scans.
I asked Dr. Grey why I was being
refused information on my own condition and in turn I was flat out
told “it was PRIVATE information”. My immediate reaction was
“private”? “It's my head..how much more PRIVATE does this need
to be?”
Dr. Grey continued to stonewall me
about my results and was still pushing me to get vaccination shots..
It was then..that I realized that it was not in my best interest to
stay in the hospital.
I checked myself out, to the surprise
of the staff. I am sure they all expected me to return..as they left
the bed open for me, days after I left.
I was scheduled for a third CT scan a
few days later and I said I would return to have it done.
I made it home and immediately started
to research head/brain injuries and came to the conclusion that there
was only one option to healing a brain injury and that, it was sleep.
I slept 20 hours a day minimum during
the first few days after checking myself out. I also kept with my
diet of oranges.
After a few days, I did return for
another CT scan. I went home immediately after the scan and continued
to sleep for a minimum of 20 hours a day.
It was not 3 days after my latest CT
scan, that I ended up at the brain specialist's office to find out
the results to my third CT scan. I really should not have been up and walking around but I needed to know what was going on.
To my displeasure but no surprise, I
was refused by the doctor when I spoke to reception, and I was also
refused by the doctor of any recent information to the latest scan
results.
It was like a bad dream..or a very bad
movie and NONE of what was going on made any sense. I had gone in
thinking that with it being the specialist whom I was coming into see
and with him having the results of all three scans, then there would
be no problem learning of the results and of the condition that my
brain was in.
I was not about to just give up. I knew it was my actual life that was at stake. I
spoke to certain staff at the hospital and I explained the entire
situation, as I was aware.
It turned out that I was not the only
one that was thrown back by what had all occurred till then for me.
My faith in humanity took a slight turn
for the better..as one of the medical staff went out of their way
and leaked a copy the results over to me.
I am still very grateful as it was
something that I needed to be aware of...I needed to know if I was on
the right track for healing the brain. I needed to know
something..ANYTHING!
I had still be stonewalled till then and totally
in the dark to what was going on.
I discovered from the results that I
was on the right route by diet and above all by sleep. The three
areas that were focused for my brain (the first of my knowledge) all
had blood receding from the brain, which was what was needed to call
it a continuing recovery.
I continued my healing..I am smart
enough from my own research to understand the ONLY way a brain injury
will heal is during sleep. I slept minimum of 20 hours a day for the
next month and a half.
I recovered very well considering the
extent of damage that had been done. I am truly lucky to be alive but
now face many changes in life due to two senses not recovering to
full, smell and taste will never be the same for me. I now taste the
ingredients of the product and not the final taste outcome.
I am very aware of the almost toxic
tastes to most of the manufactured food we are fed. The only things
that have remained the same in flavor are some fruits/berries and a
few vegetables. Nothing smells the same any longer. BUT I am lucky
to taste or smell at all.
Looking at all of the things that were
not right during my time under care of the medical field, I had to
sit down..and really think about everything that had happened since
becoming aware after the accident.
Starting at when I became fully aware
and conscious days after the accident as I woke up in the hospital.
Just before I opened my eyes for the first time, there was only one
thought at the front of my mind. It was MIBs or more specifically my
men in black abduction.
I feel the most likely reason that it
was so predominate at that moment, was for one reason. While taken
and rendered unconscious by the MIBs, things were done to me. Some of
the same was, as I was being moved and focused on while in the
hospital under care. I was tested..injected..moved prodded..etc.
Being moved and having things done to
you while unconscious does not mean that you do not know what is
going on..at least not consciously.
Having all of that sitting right there
in front of my mind to start..was an eery way to regain
consciousness.
The next thing that sticks out is
having a doctor by the name of “Dr. Grey”. It could be sheer
coincidence but after having Grey keep up with the nondisclosure of my
condition and the results of CTs, caused more concern for me.
I wondered why I was so kept in the
dark. If I am consciously aware, it would be only fair to tell me of
my condition and results from CT scans.
Dr. Grey was very adamant
that there was to be no information passed as it was “private”
and “confidential” though the situation could not be any more
personal with it being my own body.
(Friends and even close family, mother and father were not able to learn anything at all, about my condition. It was said to be "private")
Having been refused to been seen and to refused to have important information pass by the brain specialist, lead to even
more suspicion.
Since being abducted by the greys and
by MIBs, I am aware and pay attention to so much more around me. I
know that I can sense them if near, before I even see them.
I also know that I likely have at least
one or more implants in my body from my abductions that help to
amplify that awareness.
I do think it is very possible that the
one reason why I was not told any of the results of my CT scans or condition and I
was stonewalled, is most likely due to whatever I have had done to
me..or had placed inside my body during the alien abductions in the past.
There is always a hush that seems to spread when it comes to
abductees that are found out in such places as hospitals.
I know that I am not
alone in how I was treated. There are other abductees in other
countries all around the world that have also faced difficult
situations when dealing with the medical field. I know from having talked to many.
When attempting to see the specialist
after the third CT scan and being denied all prudent information, I
knew for sure that something was not right and it seems to confirm my
feelings.
The entire affair that transpired while
being under medical care would have been too much to handle had I not
been through so much in my life already with extraterrestrials.
I could not bring myself into harms way
again. I had enough of that already and felt that my healing could
not have been done better..other than on my own.
I would like everyone who reads this to
be aware that when in doubt..trust your gut. I have yet to put full
faith into anything and what happened to me is just one example as to
why you should be aware and should be able to think for yourself. Putting your life into some ones hands is not always wise.
If you are an abductee that has been
treated poorly and had information kept from you in the medical world or had other experiences with them.
Please feel free to write to me..and we can talk about what you have
gone through. I am always interested in when it comes to other abductees.
"The more I go through life...the more I
see...nothing is.. as it is suppose to be." (taken by the greys)
Todd
