Part Two
After Philip’s biopsy, he decided he wanted to go to Desert Hot Springs and get some much-needed healing waters. He had lived there in the past. I had only been there one other time, or at least in the area.
After coming back from Yucatán, when Philip went on a solo trip there, he came back under our shaman’s Don Antonio son’s treatment. Don Antonio had passed away a few months before. Don Gregorio had given him some magic beans(the only way I know to describe them) called Ojo de Perro. When Philip first told me about those magic beans, I looked it up after our phone call. To my complete dismay, shock, and terror, I saw that they contained some of the deadliest toxins in the world. What I didn’t know and would learn later after Philip came home was that bean had been meticulously inspected to ensure that there were no cracks in the outer shell.
These beans are apparently the only singular source of DMT. Ayuhausca, which Don Antonio had given him in a tea form mixed with different vines and barks was given to him for 14 days. I would have the same substance but through a different delivery, therefore would not affect me quite the same and I could still be there to “babysit “my husband. I applied mine through a topical solution and an alcohol base. I was told to put it where I had pain. I assumed it was just a pain treatment and it was a pain treatment, but it also allowed me to connect to Phil’s experience on a lower level. But I was not the one who was dying.
I guess Philip and I were both a little slow, because after Philip told Don Antonio that we see spaceships all the time, Don Antonio said that was very good and then asked Philip if he wanted to go with him to the world of the spirits. We didn’t know it was Starting right then after he asked him.. But that’s what the tea was for. It is my understanding that most Ayahuasca treatments are only a few days. I guess Philip needed a lot more time. He would go through a huge catharsis, both physically and emotionally.
Philip, who always had insomnia unless he used medication, “sleeping “ under the influence of Sisin (Mayan) or Ojo de Perro (Eye of the Dog in Spanish)
The next time we went back to Yucatán, Don Antonio and his daughter Rosalea would come to the house we rented in Merida to give it a spiritual cleansing. It was his first time in Merida, the capital of Yucatán .He would explain that he knew that the treatment of that tea was going to be very hard for Phil, but he believed that if he did not do it, he would be dead within one year. somehow we know we could trust Don Antonio with our lives. I wasn’t as trusting of his son Gregorio, because I just did not know him as well, but it did bear out that he meant Philip no harm.
He would instruct Phil to swallow those magic beans whole after inspecting them to make sure they had no compromised shell. One bean every 3 days. From those three beans, his trip lasted six weeks. A big, burly European tourist knocked him down, giving him scrapes, bruises, and a black eye. He also swam in a probably contaminated swimming pool, and subsequently got a cellulitis infection. He ended up coming home, thank God, because he needed my help under the influence of the sisín, as well as treatment for cellulitis .
Towards the end of those six weeks when he was still feeling very open and free, he decided to take myself, our daughter, Manna, and let Manna invite two friends to stay in Palm Desert. He insisted that I spent the last of our money on expensive hotel rooms at a resort.
Honestly, it wasn’t my money, it was the money that he received for school. Turns out that we were staying at a hotel that was preparing for an influx of people for Coachella festival. When I look back on it, it was worth it. that would be the last time that Philip would be in the world of the shamans while living. I’m pretty sure that he and Don Antonio and his wife , Doña Antonia are there now working diligently as spirits, helping us along in this dense lower realm of chaos, confusion, and violence.
So after the biopsy, we were in the hotel in Desert, Hot Springs. Philip went swimming in the beautiful pool at dusk. Soon we would go up to our room to relax not terribly long after the swim,suddenly I heard a horrible sound coming from Phil. It was from his lungs collapsing and he wasn’t able to breathe. I called an ambulance. They seemed to take a long time. The paramedics came, put him on a stretcher and carried him down the stairs and into the ambulance. I got in the car and followed the ambulance down the long, dark road all the way to Palm Springs. His lung had collapsed, apparently from the biopsy, and probably having something to do with swimming. We would be in that hospital that saved his life for somewhere around one week. In that time I was slumped over his hospital bed the first couple of days. Then they brought me a recliner, but I had not gotten almost any sleep. I decided to rent a room at a Motel 6 one night. One of the evenings in Palm Springs, I filmed, perhaps my greatest or second best capture of a grand UFO or multiple UFOs.
https://youtu.be/s786PXQ6qz8?si=Cs0_4ZIBu9XCpNf1
This was not unusual for me, but it was such a spectacular example. I felt that they were there for me, telling me that everything was going to be all right. I sent the footage to my friend Rory Suchet. He and I were planning to be collaborating on a show on RT about EXOPOLITICS. I was going to be his California correspondent, but his show fell through and RT decided they had other priorities. Rory told me that the spaceships were there for me, to give me strength. We both had a strong belief that they were here as our guardians and that we were connected to them and part of them.
We would finally get to return home from Palm Springs Hospital, both of us worse for the wear, but obviously Philip much more so. I believe this started a period of depression and anguish, knowing what a terrible state his health was in. The doctors would schedule a lobectomy for May, about two months after his cancer diagnosis.
His dear psychiatrist of many years, Dr. Jeffrey Penny of Northern Arizona, would diagnose him during the time of his illness with PTSD. Dr. Penny said to Phil, “hear me out. I am worried about you. Please try Seroquel at the lowest dose and see if it makes you feel any better.” So he did. After awhile Philip would ask me if I thought that it was improving his mood. I told him that I saw a difference and I thought it was helping. He agreed and seemed pleased.
On June 11, I would throw him a surprise birthday party for his 67th birthday. at first he was mad, but would quickly soften and enjoy himself very much. Our dearest friend, the great percussionist Airto Moreira and his ultra talented singer songwriter performing daughter, Diana Purim Booker were there. The both of them would help me later on through a very traumatic experience involving Philip some months later. I am forever in their debt. They have had to navigate many difficult times themselves, and knew exactly how to support me. Our friend, Professor Karl Abrams was there. He would also become a great support to us. He wanted to eventually take Philip to Cuba where they have cutting edge lung cancer treatment including a vaccine.
The year following Philip’s death, Karl would remain a steadfast friend. I was a sinking ship in dark and cold waters. Because you see, my husband was first of all, the most unique man, a real rogue, a person, who fought for people, never gave up hope, even in the darkest of times, he rallied to fight for every just cause. He believed in equality under socialism and he was a creative force. He was a researcher and was a prolific writer, including screen writer. He was also my twin flame. When he died a big piece of my soul also died.
To Be Continued…
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