Sharon Health Statement
September 24, 2022.
Hi folks. Sharon here. Archangel Michael alluded to the "severe illness" I am suffering from in last week's Angelic Warrior Group. At this point, I don't have a clear diagnosis on what it is I'm battling with in my health, however I expect that I will have it soon. It has nothing to do with being vee'd. Of course I have never been inoculated. Five months ago, March 2022, I started a protocol of herbals which sparked off what I thought was chronic gastritis. For five months I dealt with daily stomach pain and used anti-inflammatories and pain killers to get through the day. Last week I stopped taking these NSAIDs and the pain went away but then I began to turn a lovely shade of yellow and developed a severely itchy rash. This is jaundice. That was Friday September 16th. On Tuesday I was so fed up with itching and taking baths, because I had had this rash about 3 years ago and despite seeing a doctor didn't have any resolution. The only relief I could find from this was through frequent showering. Now I understand what was causing it: the liver will detox through the skin particularly if normal intestinal methods of detoxification are blocked and this is the case with me. So I went to emergency and waited for 5 hours to see a doctor last Tuesday (Sept 20). When I saw one finally he was on it and ran a number of tests to see if I had a blockage of the bile duct by a gallstone. There was no such blockage. Ivo had told me that he had cleared them, by the way. |
"I again have to do a life review and learn to look back at everything that happened in my life and give thanks for the fact that because people were uncaring, unloving, vicious, abusive and never made me feel comfortable living here that they were wayshowers for me - they pointed my way back to Ivo and the stars. With every person being a closed door or an empty promise I kept searching and thank God I did." 
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So he had to find the real reason the duct was being blocked and he did. He found a tumour on my pancreas which was impinging on the duct and impairing its normal function. This is why I have jaundice - because my bilirubin levels are high and this substance is being pushed out through the skin. Urine and stools are also indicating a problem with my digestive system and this problem is lack of bile due to the duct being obstructed.
Unfortunately the administration at both ends of the process - in Ottawa and in my city, leave something to be desired. Staff are working contrary to hospital policy and it was for this reason I wasn't able to have exploratory surgery this past Friday despite travelling to Ottawa to do so. I'm not in pain just a bit of discomfort occasionally but the itching (pruritis) persists and my colour is bad. Never mind the smell. I managed to get enough information from staff who had a clue as to what I was supposed to do to make this next trip on Monday a success and now I will take control of the process because the staff I'm dealing with on both ends are showing distinct signs of incompetency. So it's up to me if I want the surgery, and I do.
The procedure I'm to undergo is endoscopic. This procedure entails insertion of a camera, some kind of cutting device and God knows what else into my mouth. This will go down the trachea(?) into the stomach and then will move to the gallbladder and then to the blocked bile duct. This duct will be cut and then a biopsy taken of the mass on the pancreas and then it will be cut down enough to allow for unimpeded use of the bile duct again. Then they plan to put in a shunt. I'm not sure why but I'll ask when I go there. I want a clear understanding of all of this.
The result of the biopsy will determine whether I see an oncologist or an endocrinologist, I think. I'd prefer the tumour be benign but of course it is what it is.
As for Ivo and I, he's still having trouble getting me off planet. I know he can heal me of this and prolong my life. My contract is to embody 12th dimensional Christ consciousness in my 5D body and I don't plan to do it while yellow or with a mass living in my pancreas.
By the way pancreatic cancer, in our western system, has a very very low rate of survival. It's a killer. You have 3-6% chance of living. Ivo says chemo could prolong my life but when he told me I had three to five years left on earth, he wasn't kidding. Ivo doesn't joke about things of this nature anyway.
It's up to him to get me off the planet but I have to do my part. I'm understanding again that it has to do with changing my thinking away from the matrix and towards a more multi-dimensional or even Vegan take on things. I again have to do a life review and learn to look back at everything that happened in my life and give thanks for the fact that because people were uncaring, unloving, vicious, abusive and never made me feel comfortable living here that they were wayshowers for me - they pointed my way back to Ivo and the stars. With every person being a closed door or an empty promise I kept searching and thank God I did. Was it easy? No, of course not. It still isn't. Yes, I know, sounds a bit masochistic to be grateful for the pain and rejection I've been through but I have to see my life with clear eyes. The only mistake I made was forgetting and it wasn't even really a mistake - it was by design, so I have to forgive myself as well. A strange thing to do but I must align with the organic timelines and leave the AI timelines behind.
The fact that I may have cancer is also indicative of a belief in this AI timeline. I have to get my head around this and understand that in the organic timelines, there is no cancer and no sickness. I know. I have a large task to do to align myself with Ivo but it must be done.
These people were telling me: "I'm not here for you. Keep going." So I did. I just hope I could help them, really.
My search for Ivo drove me since a very young girl. Even as an 8 year old with my crush on Captain Kirk (a suave green eyed starship commander), the signs were all there. If only I could have put them together. Like DOS operating in the background, I was driven to find and to reconnect with him and finally I did. This was what my life was about, not connecting with the people of earth, not feeling comfortable here, not wanting to stay. Comparing every person to the weak, faded memories I had of the ETs I had spent many lives with left me hurt and dissatisfied with life here. I had to leave, that's also part of my journey. Consider it might be part of yours as well.
Many of you also came here to transmute negativity and to instill your higher values in the collective and presumably this was done unconsciously, maybe not. So you attracted their pain and took it on for yourself. You didn't understand life because it wasn't anything like what anyone told you it was. What worked for them didn't work for you. You were different and you felt the sting of that as you gazed at the night sky and wished you were elsewhere. Shouldering perpetual rejection isn't easy but it was necessary for you to do this to stay on your multi-dimensional path. Being the weirdo that believed in ETs who read books about the mushroom planet and attended Star Trek conventions left you feeling like an outsider to the rest of society. Your attempts to make friends left you feeling empty, sometimes used until finally one day you did or you will connect to those people you left behind - the ones who truly love you.
It's like God was saying, "Don't get comfortable. You're not going to be here for long." Thank God for that.
I understand you. It was my path as well.
I'll keep you apprised.
~ Sharon
Unfortunately the administration at both ends of the process - in Ottawa and in my city, leave something to be desired. Staff are working contrary to hospital policy and it was for this reason I wasn't able to have exploratory surgery this past Friday despite travelling to Ottawa to do so. I'm not in pain just a bit of discomfort occasionally but the itching (pruritis) persists and my colour is bad. Never mind the smell. I managed to get enough information from staff who had a clue as to what I was supposed to do to make this next trip on Monday a success and now I will take control of the process because the staff I'm dealing with on both ends are showing distinct signs of incompetency. So it's up to me if I want the surgery, and I do.
The procedure I'm to undergo is endoscopic. This procedure entails insertion of a camera, some kind of cutting device and God knows what else into my mouth. This will go down the trachea(?) into the stomach and then will move to the gallbladder and then to the blocked bile duct. This duct will be cut and then a biopsy taken of the mass on the pancreas and then it will be cut down enough to allow for unimpeded use of the bile duct again. Then they plan to put in a shunt. I'm not sure why but I'll ask when I go there. I want a clear understanding of all of this.
The result of the biopsy will determine whether I see an oncologist or an endocrinologist, I think. I'd prefer the tumour be benign but of course it is what it is.
As for Ivo and I, he's still having trouble getting me off planet. I know he can heal me of this and prolong my life. My contract is to embody 12th dimensional Christ consciousness in my 5D body and I don't plan to do it while yellow or with a mass living in my pancreas.
By the way pancreatic cancer, in our western system, has a very very low rate of survival. It's a killer. You have 3-6% chance of living. Ivo says chemo could prolong my life but when he told me I had three to five years left on earth, he wasn't kidding. Ivo doesn't joke about things of this nature anyway.
It's up to him to get me off the planet but I have to do my part. I'm understanding again that it has to do with changing my thinking away from the matrix and towards a more multi-dimensional or even Vegan take on things. I again have to do a life review and learn to look back at everything that happened in my life and give thanks for the fact that because people were uncaring, unloving, vicious, abusive and never made me feel comfortable living here that they were wayshowers for me - they pointed my way back to Ivo and the stars. With every person being a closed door or an empty promise I kept searching and thank God I did. Was it easy? No, of course not. It still isn't. Yes, I know, sounds a bit masochistic to be grateful for the pain and rejection I've been through but I have to see my life with clear eyes. The only mistake I made was forgetting and it wasn't even really a mistake - it was by design, so I have to forgive myself as well. A strange thing to do but I must align with the organic timelines and leave the AI timelines behind.
The fact that I may have cancer is also indicative of a belief in this AI timeline. I have to get my head around this and understand that in the organic timelines, there is no cancer and no sickness. I know. I have a large task to do to align myself with Ivo but it must be done.
These people were telling me: "I'm not here for you. Keep going." So I did. I just hope I could help them, really.
My search for Ivo drove me since a very young girl. Even as an 8 year old with my crush on Captain Kirk (a suave green eyed starship commander), the signs were all there. If only I could have put them together. Like DOS operating in the background, I was driven to find and to reconnect with him and finally I did. This was what my life was about, not connecting with the people of earth, not feeling comfortable here, not wanting to stay. Comparing every person to the weak, faded memories I had of the ETs I had spent many lives with left me hurt and dissatisfied with life here. I had to leave, that's also part of my journey. Consider it might be part of yours as well.
Many of you also came here to transmute negativity and to instill your higher values in the collective and presumably this was done unconsciously, maybe not. So you attracted their pain and took it on for yourself. You didn't understand life because it wasn't anything like what anyone told you it was. What worked for them didn't work for you. You were different and you felt the sting of that as you gazed at the night sky and wished you were elsewhere. Shouldering perpetual rejection isn't easy but it was necessary for you to do this to stay on your multi-dimensional path. Being the weirdo that believed in ETs who read books about the mushroom planet and attended Star Trek conventions left you feeling like an outsider to the rest of society. Your attempts to make friends left you feeling empty, sometimes used until finally one day you did or you will connect to those people you left behind - the ones who truly love you.
It's like God was saying, "Don't get comfortable. You're not going to be here for long." Thank God for that.
I understand you. It was my path as well.
I'll keep you apprised.
~ Sharon
Sharon upon being confronted with pro-vee stance. Gotta work on that! Stay unflappable.
October 25 2022
So today I went to see my oncologist. He dropped a bomb on me. He said that my cancer is NOT pancreatic cancer as they originally suspected, but rather gallbladder cancer which has metastasized over to the liver. Either I jumped timelines and changed the nature of my illness or they made a big boo boo that frankly doesn't help me to trust them any more than I already don't. I let fly a barb this morning when he asked me if I'm up on all my c***d shots and I snorted, "No! But how about that? I won't let the vee kill me so cancer's decided to take on that task instead." His reaction was interesting. He didn't disagree. He seemed to have no opinion and let the subject drop. Who knows? He may be sick of hearing about it like everyone else is right now. By the way, they CANNOT refuse me medical treatment because of my anti-v status.
If I can change the nature of my illness maybe I'll shoot for toenail cancer instead next time. I probably didn't but I'd like to think I could. Make it my left foot because I drive with my right foot.
This one change indicates to me that I have to be very limiting with fatty foods. The gallbladder processes fats and if you're eating too much of them with a malfunctioning organ, well... you can't expect much but pain I suppose.
Anyway, so now they've done an endoscopic procedure already based on the wrong diagnosis. They said that the pancreatic tumour was choking off the bile duct. Well, it wasn't because I have no pancreatic tumour. Something else was doing that. However it seems to be helping me and frankly it doesn't harm anything so fine.
Actually I prefer having gallbladder cancer even with liver affection to having pancreatic cancer because the latter is a killer. Even the oncologist admits that stage 4 gallbladder cancer is easier to survive than pancreatic cancer. Every time I did a footbath detox this was confirmed to me because the results always were liver and gallbladder colours coming out. And boy, you should see them when they're extremely toxic. What a treat! ...not.
I now have another whopping resentment to deal with because 3 years ago I went into emergency complaining of my gallbladder. The doctor took an x-ray, told me I had an ulcer and if I had anything wrong with my gallbladder I'd be in as much pain as the man in the next cubicle because he had stones. Well, I'd love to run into that doctor again and tell her to be a bit more open minded. I'm sick of condescending doctors who think the person who's actually in the body is clueless about their own pain and has been reading too many medical websites.
I went home and fell asleep and it was the kind of sleep you long for... I WAS NOT HERE. I left my body and checked out for 5 hours of absolute dreamless rest. I know whenever that happens that I'm up to something astrally or etherically so I'll see what develops over the next while. I believe that kind of sleep is always worth noting. The cat didn't even wake me up at 5 p.m. looking for his dinner, I was sleeping so soundly. I can tell, so far, that I'm in a much higher vibration, far better mood so something was done when I was gone.
So today I went to see my oncologist. He dropped a bomb on me. He said that my cancer is NOT pancreatic cancer as they originally suspected, but rather gallbladder cancer which has metastasized over to the liver. Either I jumped timelines and changed the nature of my illness or they made a big boo boo that frankly doesn't help me to trust them any more than I already don't. I let fly a barb this morning when he asked me if I'm up on all my c***d shots and I snorted, "No! But how about that? I won't let the vee kill me so cancer's decided to take on that task instead." His reaction was interesting. He didn't disagree. He seemed to have no opinion and let the subject drop. Who knows? He may be sick of hearing about it like everyone else is right now. By the way, they CANNOT refuse me medical treatment because of my anti-v status.
If I can change the nature of my illness maybe I'll shoot for toenail cancer instead next time. I probably didn't but I'd like to think I could. Make it my left foot because I drive with my right foot.
This one change indicates to me that I have to be very limiting with fatty foods. The gallbladder processes fats and if you're eating too much of them with a malfunctioning organ, well... you can't expect much but pain I suppose.
Anyway, so now they've done an endoscopic procedure already based on the wrong diagnosis. They said that the pancreatic tumour was choking off the bile duct. Well, it wasn't because I have no pancreatic tumour. Something else was doing that. However it seems to be helping me and frankly it doesn't harm anything so fine.
Actually I prefer having gallbladder cancer even with liver affection to having pancreatic cancer because the latter is a killer. Even the oncologist admits that stage 4 gallbladder cancer is easier to survive than pancreatic cancer. Every time I did a footbath detox this was confirmed to me because the results always were liver and gallbladder colours coming out. And boy, you should see them when they're extremely toxic. What a treat! ...not.
I now have another whopping resentment to deal with because 3 years ago I went into emergency complaining of my gallbladder. The doctor took an x-ray, told me I had an ulcer and if I had anything wrong with my gallbladder I'd be in as much pain as the man in the next cubicle because he had stones. Well, I'd love to run into that doctor again and tell her to be a bit more open minded. I'm sick of condescending doctors who think the person who's actually in the body is clueless about their own pain and has been reading too many medical websites.
I went home and fell asleep and it was the kind of sleep you long for... I WAS NOT HERE. I left my body and checked out for 5 hours of absolute dreamless rest. I know whenever that happens that I'm up to something astrally or etherically so I'll see what develops over the next while. I believe that kind of sleep is always worth noting. The cat didn't even wake me up at 5 p.m. looking for his dinner, I was sleeping so soundly. I can tell, so far, that I'm in a much higher vibration, far better mood so something was done when I was gone.