Let me tell you something straight, and I’m not gonna sugar-coat it. A lot of what’s passed off today as “science” is nothing but a dog-and-pony show for protecting entrenched power and outdated dogma. It’s got about as much curiosity as a dead mule. Real science, the kind that used to get men electrocuted just to prove the existence of particles, has been hogtied by credentialed bureaucrats trying to protect their grant money and pharmaceutical contracts.
And medicine? Well, modern medicine is a mess. Not because there aren’t good people trying to do good work, but because the whole machine has been hijacked by a single-minded obsession with chemical control, throwing toxic soup at the human body like it’s some pest-ridden cornfield, hoping it kills the bugs before it kills the crop.
Linus Pauling’s Legacy and the Lie of Toxi-Molecular “Cures”
Now, I owe a personal debt of gratitude to Linus Pauling. That man wasn’t just a double Nobel Prize winner; he was one of the few voices of reason in the wilderness of 20th-century dogmatic medicine. Pauling saw clearly what most white-coat pharma-pushers still can’t admit: you can’t poison a body into health.
His argument was simple, but revolutionary, he said, if your therapy is made from substances toxic to the human system, your best-case scenario is that you’ll plug one hole and rip open another. That’s chemotherapy in a nutshell. You beat the cancer, maybe, but then you’re left with a body ravaged and stripped of its natural defenses. And in contrast, Pauling believed in eumetabolic therapy; treating disease by restoring what’s already supposed to be there. Nutrients. Enzymes. Frequencies that belong to the organism, not invaders meant to knock it flat.
You can apply that principle to almost anything, from cancer to the immune system to cardiac health. But try bringing that up at a hospital board meeting, and you’ll be laughed out of the room by people who couldn’t pass a basic physics quiz but sure as hell know how to push a prescription pad.
Whole Blood Truth and the Lab Test They Don’t Want You to Have
One of the biggest crimes against common sense I’ve seen is the willful neglect of whole blood mineral analysis. You want to fix bones, organs, heart attacks, or cancer? Start by measuring what the whole blood is telling you. But you won’t find that test offered at your local clinic unless you ask three times and pay cash. Why?
Because, and this is straight from the mouths of insurance experts, orthodox medicine doesn’t believe in whole blood analysis. It’s not that it doesn’t work; it’s that it doesn’t support big pharma’s narrative. It’s inconvenient, like a cousin with a criminal record showing up for Thanksgiving dinner.
But believe me, if you’re trying to get a full picture of what’s going on inside that miracle machine called the human body, you better be looking at the blood, the whole blood, and nothing but the blood.
Emmanuel Cheraskin, Fluoride, and the Poisoning of America’s Youth
Professor Emmanuel Cheraskin down in Alabama hit the nail on the head. All these kids today with their dead eyes, stringy hair, pale skin, and fidgety minds? That didn’t start with drug use. It ended with it.
What started it was damage to nerve metabolism, particularly from toxic elements like lead and fluorine. Not “fluoride” like the happy-go-lucky toothpaste mascot. No, this is the industrial-grade neurotoxin that gets added to water supplies, claiming to protect teeth while it sabotages the brain and the immune system.
You want to know what latent fluoride poisoning looks like? Look around:
- Skyrocketing cancer and leukemia rates (up to 15% increase after cities start water fluoridation)
- Uncontrollable bronchitis and ear infections in kids
- Children climbing walls with hyperkinesis, no attention span, and eyes that can’t focus long enough to make sense of a sentence
- Chronic eczema, neurodermatitis, obesity, and even strange forms of mental apathy
And yet the “experts” will tell you fluoride is safe. That’s like telling me Roundup is a good salad dressing.
The Photon and the Phantom: Reality Isn’t What You Think It Is
Let’s zoom out a little.
Physics, not the kind with ball bearings and ramps, but the quantum kind that makes your head spin, teaches us that what we observe is only half the story. There’s a whole unseen reality out there, pulsing and waiting until someone looks at it. The act of looking brings it into being. What we experience is a dance between the observer and the observed.
Now chew on this: the photon, the smallest packet of light and energy, is essentially a little bit of energy fused to a little bit of time. There’s no seam between them. They don’t exist separately. That’s your reality right there: a tightly-wound union of energy and time, blinking in and out of existence like some cosmic Morse code thousands of times per second.
This means healing, real healing, is not just about what pill you swallow or what therapy you inject. It’s about energy, frequency, timing, and coherence with your body’s own native blueprint.
The Real Frontier: Not Just Science, But Courage
What we need today isn’t more experts with titles and lab coats. We need courageous observers, people who will break ranks with the herd, look into the darkness, and say, “What’s really going on here?”
We need men and women who understand that healing is an inside job, not a corporate racket. People who see the photon truth of the body. Who ask questions that make others squirm. Who refuse to settle for treatment protocols written by spreadsheet engineers working for liability-shielded pharmaceutical overlords.
We need a new breed of pioneer, not just in labs, but on ranches, in homes, and in grassroots clinics. People willing to throw out the toxi-molecular rulebook and restore what Pauling, Cheraskin, and others who dared to rock the boat in an attempt to teach us something new (outside the box) about nature.
And most of all, we need to stop poisoning our kids in the name of public health. Because if your medicine needs a skull-and-crossbones on the label, maybe it’s not medicine at all.
So yeah, I might be an old man on a tractor with a few bruises from life, but I’ll take eumetabolic truth, whole blood clarity, and photon wisdom over dogma any damn day.
And if that makes me a heretic in the Church of Modern Science… Well, saddle up. It won’t be the first time.
— Herb Roi Richards
96-year-old natural nutritionist, dirt bike rider, modern truth-seeker, and still allergic to bull.
All in.