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Post by bannanny on Jun 13, 2005 20:01:01 GMT -5
Here's how it went.....I was, as I often am, trying desperately to remove some of these "wyrms" from my head (my scalp, hair is the worst battlefield on me), and I got a hair....or NOT a hair.....pulled it out from the base of my scalp, which felt like it came all the way from my brain, and got that electric rubberband feeling you get when trying to pull them out. I held it between my thumb and 2nd finger til I went in the house to get my tape to place it on. This took about 5 minutes. Then I felt a liquid substance being expelled, which I have felt on my scalp before, and have never known what it was. My mom was with me, and she looked thru the magnifier at it. This liquid spread into a kind of gel, and then vaporized....or as it seems now, vaporized right into my skin or bloodstream, becuz then my fingers went completely numb. I could hardly hold onto it anymore becuz of the numbness, especially the finger that the liquid substance was ejected onto. Then what followed were intense spasms of my fingers, jerking and bouncing out of my control. This lasted a few minutes, and then.... that electrical sting you get in your skin. After my numbness subsided, I looked at this "hair" under the microscope. It was STILL moving (partly attached to the tape) and it was emitting those tiny specks from it's self. Since this episode, my hand has become PAINFULLY numb, upon waking up or using it for a little while....like now, on the keyboard. I'm going to get in touch with Dr. Martin and send it to him, or at least tell him what happened. Maybe, just maybe, it could give some more insight to this many phased creature from who knows where. Love you all.....will let you know whatever I know, when I know it! (I hope this makes sense to you guys...I'm pretty brain fogged right now.)
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Post by victoreah on Jun 13, 2005 22:48:58 GMT -5
That must have been a pretty intense occurence Robin. This stuff really is so very bizarre. I will be praying for you and praying that we get some answers very soon! I have found long white fibers around my house, have attached them to tape and have watched them undulate and carry on! So bizarre!
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Post by spiderlegs on Jun 13, 2005 23:03:32 GMT -5
We have SO TOTALLY been there. My toes will become numb at random times when one sneaks through a sock. When that gel stuff has gotten onto Toni's face, it has left red whelps. When it dries, it becomes the glitter we see on our skin from time to time. If you look at one of the fiber wyrms next to an actual hiar, you'll notice two things:
1.) The hair is actually thicker than the fiber wyrm, and
2:) The fiber wyrm appears somewhat translucent under the microscope, and blueish to us, but we might have contaminated this particular sample unintentionally.
Still, I was surpised to learn that they were thinner than a hair from your head. And they also are very curly and they writhe around alot. The twisted vengeful spirit in me--which is tired of being eaten--likes to slowly put them in a candle flame held safely and comfortably with tweezers. A fiber for a fiber, right?
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Post by bannanny on Jun 14, 2005 1:26:06 GMT -5
Yep, it's beyond bizarre this thing of many colors. And I've also noticed the difference between the hair and worm under the microscope. Now, I'm seeing what looks like hair, but about 1/4 inch of the end of it, it becomes the crystal clear color with the teeny microscopic sparkling glitter pieces shooting out of it. It seems when you're in direct line of fire to that happening is when you feel like you've been hit by a microscopic rock or, multiple rocks. So you guys, if we are the only researchers, for now, well let's just keep on comparing the happenings and maybe we'll be able to put the phases into order and then learn just how this f-er keeps reproducing like it does. I luv ya's!
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Post by bannanny on Jun 14, 2005 1:32:56 GMT -5
;D By the way Spider, I'm now enjoying the candle flame thing...think maybe I'll go buy a blow torch!!
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Post by spiderlegs on Jun 14, 2005 2:35:07 GMT -5
That's the spirit. In these trying times when simple joys are hard to come by, I'll feed a little vengeance from time to time with these things who want nothing more than to devour me from the inside out. I can't offer them that in return, but fire works for me!
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Post by annabanny on Jun 14, 2005 14:03:38 GMT -5
I completely understand what bannanny was saying that it feels like you're being hit by a microscopic rock or a barage of them. While working on a deck 2 summers ago (I am a carpenter), I would feel a "shower" of these things rain down on me from a giant Tulip tree. At first, I thought it was water from a sprinkler caught on the wind (it was very hot at the time and cold water has a stinging sensation to me when I'm really hot), but it was not. The barage of stings were coming from all directions, not just from above. I also have an observation to share about chemtrails. I don't know how many of you believe this connection. I do know that nothing is too far fetched when it comes to the experiences you have from this disease. Having worked outside for many years now, I have witnessed many chemtrail days and their effects on me. On heavy spraying days, I become extremely frustrated and agitated. I feel light headed and dizzy, making stupid mistakes compounded by physical weakness. In addition to these symptoms I have witnessed the beginning stages/manifestations of the skin lesion part of this disease. It starts with a black spec connected to a line/slice in my skin. It is the sting that first draws my attention to the area I mention. This turns into a raised bump that whether I touch it or not (by that I mean scratching or the addition of a bandaid or medical cream) it always developes into the all-too-familiar non healing lesion. When I return home on days such as I have described, I am too tired to think let alone function in any way. Now I try to pack up quickly and head for shelter when I see them begin the spraying. This has affected my work tremendously not too mention my life in general. I have been ill for approximately 8 years, the skin thing developed approximately 5 years ago. I have no insurance and paid through the nose to be humiliated by doctors and dermatologists a couple of years ago. Those pharmaceutical company drug pushers never suggested lyme disease as a possibility and being unaware that you could contract the disease without getting the widely publicised bullseye ring, I had not considered that a possibility and consequently have not been tested. Prioir to my last resort doctors appointments, I had searched the web for what could possibly be ailing me (I had also purchased one of those radio shack microscopes since I was quite sure I would be able to identify the creature that torments me on my own. I smiled when I eventually found the Morgellons website and saw it posted there. Yet another vindication of my so called delusions) . My mom lives in Mexico City, so I am fortunate to spend time in that country. On a trip to Huatulco one Christmas, my mom and I were bit by something that left a track of raised blisters down our legs. Approximately 6 months later my skin lesions became full blown~not just the individual pustule type, but ulcerated and non-healing. Since she lives there, she does a lot of self medicating with antibiotics and anti protozoal treatments (the funky stuff does not stop at Montezumas down there). For this reason, I felt she had unknowingly taken care of her problem while mine flourished. It was approximatly a year after that trip that my eyesight began its decline and I would experience extreme swelling and aching in my face (localized in my right ear at the onset and first super flare), feet, ankles, elbows, and knees. After much research, I found onchoccerosis volvulus (sp?) ~ the river blindness culprit. It seemed to fit the mo. Prior to that I was leaning towards hook worm due to the fact that I love to garden ( and stupidly was at times without gloves) and neighborhood cats often enjoy my garden as their litterbox~ disgusting as it is. Coupled with the actual "worm" specimens I had removed from myself, I thought I was really on to something. It was with this information I was armed to face the first doctors appointment. I prefaced my symptoms by saying that I wasn't sure what the heck I had, but that there was something definately amiss with me. I had printed info about the o.volvulus in case they needed a little "brushing up" on the topic and to promote the fact that I was a person who 1) was consciencious enough about my own health to look into it on my own 2)was intelligent enough to do the research myself 3) hoped to god 1 & 2 ruled out the possibility that I was crazy and required hospitilization. I was met with the same old bull- you all were. I made the ridiculous mistake of actually asking the doctor if she had ever seen or treated a patient who suffered from a parasitic infection of any kind? She was furious and defensive in her reply, "no, but IF this is the case with you, I would enlist a specialist to assist me in the treatment." Wow! I realized I'd messed that trusting relationship up. There happened to be an intern practicing (literally practicing, how funny, I'd never thought of the dual meaning of that word before. How frightening the implications! How accurate the description!). He, of course, was much more thorough and seemingly more concerned that her. He actually put on some gloves and touched me. After having embarassed her by my questioning her authority on the subject of parasites, she tried to burn me by asking the intern when, if ever, had a patient been diagnosed at their hospital (OHSU) with river blindness. Since I had already ruined my chances of a speedy trial complete with a jury of my peers, I decided I'd hang myself, I replied, "the only documented case at this hospital was in 1977." Mind you, I never once mentioned the fibers nor the fact that I had been looking at the creatures from my lesions under a microscope. I didn't want them to think i was insane or anything. Sorry for the digression. Initially, I was only going to reply that I, too, had felt the "firing squad" at my skin. Funny, how much one has to say on this topic, you know, the one we endure daily?
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Post by justice on Jun 14, 2005 14:12:34 GMT -5
That long in the tooth reply was actually written by me, Justice, but when trying to fill out the box marked NAME, I didn't realize I had been logged off due to time frame. I thought it was asking the name of the person to whom I was responding to. I therefore typed in the name annabanny thinking I was typing in your name bannanny, but that was not correct. The confusion this state of ill health brings is so tiresome. Justice
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Post by spiderlegs on Jun 14, 2005 14:35:36 GMT -5
I believe those 'projectiles' come from us. I also believe that's another path of contagion they use. And think of this--you're at the library reading. Unknown to you, your uninvited guests pop a couple of those off. You leave, you're at home, but someone goes to the library and sits in the same chair. See where I'm going with this? We don't even have to be around to infect someone else. When the CDC figures this out, we'll probably get our own leper colony. I hope it's somewhere pretty and not TOO hot...
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Post by sumtingwong on Jun 15, 2005 7:45:41 GMT -5
heres one i have some leasions on one of my legs not huge maybe size of a dime like thats ok ::)anyway i try leaveing theses alone but i swear longer i do worse they get well i had just got through digging some of those vile creatures out and of course i had the little container full of 99%isopropyl mothers milk good for many things to collect some of the little sh!ts just in case anyway i peroxcided it all bleeding stoped wasnt much anyway then i stood up and felt somthing runing down my leg it apeared to be blood but all most pinkish in color ok this is no bull this was a little stream about 2 inches long so i gently took a butter knife and wiped it off dont no why did this but i did i then stuck the knife with the blood on it in the aclohol and in stead of like turning the alcohol red it turned in to a pile of fiberous like stuff very strange
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Post by itchingntexas on Jul 2, 2005 14:38:23 GMT -5
Sometimes I get on here and I am encouraged. Other times (no offense! I know these are your real stories!) I get one here and I think, "No one on earth really knows what we have. Everyone's just guessing." You know?? I just get this helpless feeling reading about all of you...feeling so connected in spirit, yet not really knowing any of you. The problem is, I'm a doer, and I just have the overwhelming urge to 'fix it'...but I can't. For whatever it's worth to whomever...I would if I could. Perhaps if there is a greater purpose in any of this, it is that one of us will be stubborn enough to find a cure through our 'amateur' research.
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Post by special guest star on Jul 2, 2005 14:57:34 GMT -5
Grab a microscope and come on! ;D
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