Geoff & Chico’s great adventure, Healing the impossible

After battling with Adhesive Arachnoiditis and Epidural fibrosis for the last 11 years after my second Tarlov Cyst surgery I have become hypersensitive to EMF from WiFi, 5G and Bluetooth and have had to leave home and head for nature.

Unfortunately my best friend and chronic illness companion Chico, my chihuahua/terrier, has also gotten worse. Having chronically dislocated kneecaps, his body has compensated leaving him constantly cramping and crying in pain at night.

The only thing that has given relief has been to escape the EMF and try to live in nature; following the incredible work and teachings of Dr Jack Kruse.

Determined to halt the progress of my diseases and to stay on earth with my 3 Goddaughters who I have helped raise over the last 5 years and who it would be impossible to love more.

I ask for help, for them and not me. To help carry the burden of ongoing, seemingly never ending medical bills, needing to pay for my camping gear and SUV and to get Chico any treatment he needs to not suffer as I do.

I will be sharing my journey on social media and attempting to create content that I have wanted to do for the last 4 years but have been interrupted by trying to live a life while simultaneously being physically tortured 24 hours a day, everyday for the last 11 years.

In our last ditch effort to save our lives and attempt to treat and cure what they say cannot be. I have become hypersensitive to EMF from 5g and WiFi causing my Adhesive Arachnoiditis (a neurodegenerative spine condition who’s main symptom and cause of death is severe pain) to become completely unmanageable. After 10 years of trying every method I could get my hands on, my body has continued to degrade and I am now on the cusp of being completely bedridden and loosing function of my bowels and bladder, sexual function and the use of my legs. I have managed to find an avenue of relief by escaping the city and returning to nature; and have hope that I can recover from the impossible using the principles of Quantum Biology as I have learned from Dr. Jack Kruse. Light, water and magnetism are the routes of my healing. But in order to do so I have had to start camping.

I ask for assistance in supporting the cost that it has taken to convert my life to be able to live in nature. Moving from a car to an SUV, purchasing camping equipment from a tent to propane containers and everything you need to live in the woods. I have SSDI (Social Security Disability) but with the inflation in today’s economy my $1500 a month before Medicare and other deductions doesn’t quite cover even a monthly rent on an efficiency. The heartbreaker for me however is my loving dog Chico, who has suffered and continues to worsen with chronically dislocated kneecaps and possibly undiagnosed spine or nerve problems. After spending thousands on doggie physical therapy, chiropractic care, laser therapy, medications, tradition tests and so on. The one connection seems to be his symptoms have gotten worse as they expanded 5g in our town and moved 5g antennas 1/10 of a mile from our home.

So I would like to be able to take care of my puppy and to survive long enough myself to be in my 3 Goddaughter’s lives for as long as possible, for they are my heartbeat and the breath into my soul. And if by some miracle we are able to cover our expenses or our social media starts to support with income, then I will be directly all my energy to developing a sanctuary which I have dreamed of for years. To be free to the public, offering all the best of healing and education, from physical training to meditation, nutrition, regenerative farming, photo biomodulation, hot and cold therapy, grounding, EMF protection, hyperbaric oxygen and so on. All of the things I have researched and experimented with in order to stay alive these last 8 years or things I wish I could have access to.

Chico’s story

During the Covid lockdown times my Goddaughters adopted a little Chihuahua from the Human Society. I always loved dogs and grew up with them but I never envisioned myself having a little one. But the little guy grew on me quickly. And it wasn’t very long before I started to notice something about him; that all though he is cold a lot of the time and Chihuahua’s are known to be a bit dramatic that he seemed to be shaking do to pain or muscle problems from my eye. After years and years of learning about the human body and connective tissue and fascia I had become a bit of an expert in soft tissue release on myself and eventually my friends and jiu jitsu partners. I assumed that since dogs are mammals too, they can have the same problems we do. I quickly discovered that he was having muscle spasms and cramps. So every time I was over there house I would massage and give him myofascial release. He become my best buddy pretty quick after that. Unfortunately he could never quite get along with my youngest Goddaughter, as I think he didn’t want to be the last in the pack, so he would nip at her. Instead of having him go back to the Human Society I insisted I care for him, despite my own extreme physical struggles at the time.

So the little guy came to live with me and start living the circadian lifestyle with me. Morning walks at the beach on sunrise everyday and in bed after sunset. He got better for awhile but he continued to have problems. Eventually diagnosed with chronically dislocated kneecaps (apparently not uncommon for some small dogs), he continue to worsen. His hips and psoas seem to take the brunt and his shoulders on the front side, leading to cramping in his neck, back and hips. He is in pain everyday and often is crying and whining as he tries to fall asleep. I have done everything in my power to try and reduce his suffering, and as long as I am still breathing I will fight so he doesn’t have to suffer as I do. One of us should be enough for the universe.

My medical story is a bit long; but I listen to a lot of podcasts and listening to one of my favorites, 2bears1cave, Bert was explaining that he likes to be able to read someone’s story and follow along even if donating because it allows them to feel more connected. So I’ve included a good amount of my story, so if people wish, there is plenty to try to follow along with.

Geoff’s Medical Story

Really it all began for me when I was 2 ½ years old in 1987. I was in the backseat passenger seat of my dad’s car as he drove us to the store, when a man ran clear through a redlight and T-boned our car in the driver side back door. I was ejected from my car seat and suffered an open fracture of my Tibia and Fibula at the ankle and a compound break of my femur all on my left leg. This is possibly the earliest imagine I can recall, laying in the back floor of the car and looking up to see a fireman above me. That led to 6 weeks in the hospital in traction (a screw above my knee holding my femur back in place) followed by a body cast when I left the hospital for another 6-8 weeks. We were all just happy I survived and they didn’t think there was anything that would be of concern in the longterm.

Turns out the doctors were wrong. Despite my mother bring my 5 year old self to the doctor out of concerns for my foot growing wrong and walking with a limp and pigeon toed. But the surgeon assured her he did his job perfectly and all of the was due to me “sitting on my foot too much” and he told me I walked that way “because you want to.” Well 9 years later after visiting a new orthopedic surgeon he discovered nerve damage in minutes and sent me for an MRI. That led to the discovery of a cyst formed on my sciatic nerve root called a Tarlov Cyst and required neurosurgeon sooner rather than later. So at 15 years old I had my first lumbar spine surgery on my sciatic nerve root.

All would seem relatively good in regards to my back and leg until the return of sciatic pain 12 years later. An quick MRI revealed a large Tarlov Cyst on my sciatic nerve root and large mass of spinal fluid next to it. That surgery to remove the cyst and drain the spinal fluid leak with 6 days post-op laying in a hospital bed with plastic drains coming out of my spine to reduce blood pressure and spinal fluid pressure. This led directly to the excessive scarring that went into the lateral recess where the sciatic nerve comes out of the spine and scar tissue all through the epidural space and into the spinal canal and the deepest layer, the arachnoid layer. Then there nerve roots that make up the spinal cord themselves became inflamed and damaged and started to clump together. And then eventually forming with the scar tissue in the arachnoid layer making an inflammatory mass of scar tissue that encases the nerve roots in the cauda equina of my lumbar spine. These conditions are called Epidural Fibrosis (scarring of the epidural space) and Adhesive Arachnoiditis (inflammation of the arachnoid membrane and then the glueing of spinal nerve roots to the inflamed mass).

After suffering and living with Adhesive Arachnoiditis and Epidural Fibrosis for the last 11 years, and a lifetime of Ehler’s Danlos Syndrome (a genetic collagen disorder) my body and nervous system have become exhausted, with no place to put the tension, stress and pain for the last 4 years. Years of gritting my teeth and pushing through has left my body twisted with muscle imbalances, spastic muscles, a collapsed abdominal wall and entrapped nerves on every major branch from brachial to sciatic to cervical and cranial nerves. I simply could not function on the most basic level. My connective tissues and fascia have broken and turned to glue, simply trying to keep my body upright for as long as possible. Determined fully medical disabled by the Social Security Administration dating back to 2020, I am now in the place I tried viciously to avoid; crippled and nearly bedridden 24 hours a day, unable to sleep and on pain management heading for palliative care.

Even being in the condition I am, and on most days fighting just to make it through the day alive it is still very difficult for me to openly ask for help, and to do so to anyone who is willing. And in all honesty, the only way I am able to do so is because I am asking for help not so that I can get better but so that I can live longer and be functional enough to love and support my three Goddaughters as they grow into badass young women.

They came into my life when I never imagined I would get a family and for the last 5 years they are the most important thing and my source of strength to never, ever give up. Which has pulled me through some of the darkest places I can imagine a human going to. But the final straw which allowed me to throw my hands up and humble myself enough to accept help, that came when my dog, Chico’s pain from dislocated kneecaps and muscle spasms became too severe for me or his vet’s and doggie rehab could manage. He appears to have a genetic condition where his kneecaps dislocated; but his muscle spasms and cramping has progressed to the pain he has spine and jaw problems, his hips and belly are stiff as rocks seemingly trying to keep him moving despite his injuries. Hearing him cry from pain and whine as he tries to sleep has nearly broken my spirit. We have done months of physical therapy, chiropractic care, medications, laser treatment everything I could think of and afford, but nothing has made a lasting impact and his condition progresses and he continues to decline. Perhaps unable to properly help myself, I am determined to find a way that he doesn’t have to suffer as I do.

My current situation has put me in a position I would have never imagined. I have become hypersensitive to EMF (Electro-magnetic Frequencies) given off from Wifi, 5g and Bluetooth. Had I not been for following Dr. Jack Kruse for a number of years and implementing his teachings on quantum biology, I would have gone to the hospital instead of into nature and I truly believe I would have likely never checked out. Instead, I went shopping for camping gear and got all I could afford and fit into my got in my car and started to drive away from the city. Trying to find somewhere to camp that was as far from cell towers and WIFI as possible. I know for an absolute fact that action saved my life on that first week and many since.

So now I have embarked on a mission to survive these diseases and even reverse them!

A few days before my 39th birthday, which was to be celebrated with my parents and the loves of my life, my three Goddaughters and their mother, I had to save myself to be there for them. So I spent my birthday, Easter and the next two months camping. By going all in on Dr. Jack Kruse’s work on light, water and magnetism for human health, I want to show and prove, at least to my family and friends that it can be done, and perhaps all of our modern lifestyle comforts from technology aren’t the best for our biological health. For me the most important part is to not only survive but to discover and prove that we can heal from modern diseases and that my Goddaughters will never have to experience the pain, dread and terror that comes from being physically tortured while being microwaved and electrocuted from your environment.

Extended and extra medical details

In May of 2013 I went in for my second spine surgery in my life; it would turn out to be number 2 of 6. The surgery was to remove a Tarlov Cyst that had formed from the tissue of my sciatic nerve root in the lower lumbar. My first spine surgery had come 12 years earlier when I was 16 years old to remove the same type of cyst also formed on my sciatic nerve root in my lumbar spine. Which came as a surprise as I had gone to the doctor to get my foot looked at due to its mis-growth with a large bunion, excessively high arch and angled toes. It came as such a surprise at the time because the doctors had told me my entire life that my foot and leg had problems because of severe car accident I was in when I was 2 ½ years old. Well, other than the time the orthopedic surgeon told my mother and my 5 year old self that I walked pigeon toed and had pain down my leg because I sat on my foot too much. Oh, and I walked that way because I “wanted to”. But that’s all the way at the beginning of my medical story, from 2 to 39. However it’s after the surgery in May 2013 that my life started to become ruled by pain and the doctors told me that I would never be the same, that my back, that I am different now. Ending up in a select group you don’t want to be in, the 1-10% of chronic pain patients who become intractable pain patients. Where you don’t just have a bad back or a bad knee or pain from doing too much, those select few end up in a battle with pain 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, with no breaks, no position to rest in free from suffering, people with pain even while they sleep. There are everyday people trying to live their normal daily lives but struggling under the most intense and challenging suffering. I think of them when I start to feel bad for myself or when I don’t think I can survive another day enduring this torture; those warriors who battle everyday and do so without the knowledge from years of research and self-experimentation, those who’s environments they live in make healing nearly impossible; health of all kinds, mental, physical, emotional, spiritual. It was then in 2013 when I entered the doors and became a member of that class. Many times I did not think I would make it, many, many, many days I did not think I could make it through. In 2017 it got really bad with no relief for months; I was a week or two away from the deadline I had set where if I had no improvement I found it to be the logical thing that to keep living just to suffer was no longer worthwhile without hope. Luckily at the very last doctor appointment I was given hope, and I went toa chiropractor of all people. That’s when I started to rebuild my life and take back the authority over my health which I had handed over to strangers in white coats just because that’s what you were supposed to do in the civilized world I grew up in.

Now it will be my turn to share my experience, strength and hope with those suffering and without answers. The Universe has conspired in such a way that I have become an ultimate “Canary in a Coal Mine” for human beings living in a modern tech world. I have pushed through the most severe pain for years, likely because I was conditioned to be able to do so from my childhood injuries and experiences with doctors. The results are that I can now have almost zero delay between exposure to biological irritants and have the physical symptoms present and worsen. Objective measures too, not just more pain. Muscles visibly cramping, detection of EMF fields range of impact and increasing or decreasing intensity based on the inverse square law. So for me, it is no longer theoretical, there needs to be no extensive studies or double blind placebo tests; I have conducted those on myself for the last 7 years. Using my experience and education working as mental health professional before becoming fully disabled, I have been able to observe baises that I may have and find objective units of measurement to ensure I can have reliable data to work with. Because, in the end, I don’t have time to endulge in my cognitive baisis to stroke my ego; no I can’t afford that if I want to beat a disease they say has no treatment let alone a cure. Shall I succeed I will spend the rest of my life working to help those suffering heal, that money or access not be an obstacle. I also want to leave behind conversations that I may miss with my Goddaughters as they grow older and have their first crushes and first dates, the stresses of school and growing up, the many, many pitfalls I have walked myself into and how I found ways to dig myself back out. If nothing else, I will leave my story. It is mine, it is unique and I hope that others can find value in it as well.

Adhesive Arachnoiditis, along with Epidural Fibrosis was the diagnosis from MRI’s after my second lumbar surgery to remove a Tarlov Cyst (a cyst that forms of the nerve root tissue in the spine). What happened was I went in for a surgery to remove the cyst, after the laminectomy (cut the bone) and drained the cyst they realized there was also a large collection of cerebral spinal fluid that had leaked and formed a mass. To which I learned that CSF is toxic to tissues outside the spine, so after draining the cyst and the CSF that had massed next to it they then had to remove the calcified tissue that surrounded the spinal fluid. The surgeon decided to put a blood drain and CSF drain coming out of my back and to have me stay in bed for 6 days after surgery unable to really roll over even due to the plastic tubes coming out of my spinal column.

Well, all of that, combined with an underlying genetic collagen disorder which had gone undetected for my entire life had resulted in massive scarring from the surgery and drains. The scar tissue had formed a mass in my epidural space of my spine in what they call Epidural Fibrosis. Which I was informed is a condition that has no treatment and will only get worse as the fibrosis will grow with inflammation from movement. But the real debilitating condition has come as a result of what is called Adhesive Arachnoiditis. Adhesive meaning sticking together and arachnoid meaning the spiderweb-like tissue that is the inner most layer of the spinal canal. So that scarring went through the epidural space and into the spinal canal itself, causing “nerve root clumping” where the nerves that make up your spinal cord become inflamed and stuck together and then the more advanced stage of the disease when these nerve roots become clump together and then “plaster” to the arachnoid membrane is the language used in the MRI’s. What that results in is extreme pain, muscle spasms, cramping and a sometimes slow degeneration of the nerves in your spine that control all functions from your gut and bowels down to your toes.

This was first diagnosed by an MRI in my post-op scan and appointment; however the surgeon failed to mention it and that any lingering sciatica pain was normal and likely just residual tenderness from the surgery. Some months later the pain became more debilitating which led to an MRI locally and then my biggest fear: a lifetime of pain management before I had time to buy a house and start a family. However I was lucky and due to a lifetime of dealing with daily pain that was brushed off by doctors I was not terribly shaken nor debilitated by the symptoms. That surgery was May 2013, I finished school and graduated with a degree in 2016 while working at the dream job for what I was pursing educationally. I was very, very lucky to have a great mentor who took me under her wing and after I found sobriety through AA in 2011 had mentored me into being a therapist. I was lucky enough to be able to practice under her and work at what I feel was a progressive substance abuse program for those incarcerated in county jail. I got to work with people who had been born into and through hell and were now desperate to change their lives.

Unfortunately after years of unsuccessful pain management I had come to a point where I could not longer focus through the pain long enough to focus, to have a conversation, to work. After years on pain medications, dealing with insurance and pharmacies and doctors and government oversight, the medications where not covering the pain and were causing significant side effects. I was experiencing anhedonia, a term that means the inability to experience pleasure. Due to the instance of doctors and insurance companies that I must be on a extended release medication and I had no knowledge of the effects on hormones and neurotransmitters, my brain basically got fried. I couldn’t feel really anything other than despair.

So after years on medications required by insurance and doctors in order to get the medication that did help, I had pursued and gotten a Spinal Cord Stimulator (SCS) implant in my thoracic spine. The best way it was described to me was that it was like a radar jammer and it will send electric frequencies to your spine and that should block the pain signals from down below to reaching your brain. It never really worked the way it was supposed to. I required a second surgery to adjust the placement since the first surgery placed it over the wrong nerves in my spinal cord.

After going through all steps and still having my pain increase over time I decided to stop the pain meds. The doctors weren’t doing a helpful job of finding something that worked and I was tired of pharmacies running out and going through withdrawal and increased pain due to the crackdown on the “opioid crisis” and “pill mills”. Unfortunately, the stress from a cold-turkey withdrawal from oxycodone was a little bit too much and I started to experience new symptoms. It appears the stress agitated my underlying genetic collagen disorder and I started to experience what for the first time I ever heard was “myofascial pain”. Basically the fascia in my body, the stuff that is made up mainly of collagen and supports our physical structure, holds all of our organs in place, and is in sense a part of ligaments, tendons and muscles.

This led to me go to doctors and ending up in physical therapy. The muscles and fascia of my body became so tight that I had slipped a floating rib, meaning my lowest rib slide underneath my other ribs. Well, when the physical therapist decided to grab handfuls of tissue and rib and pull with all his might to get it back in place the fascia down my linea alba at the xyphoid process ripped. This is the connective tissue right at the center of your chest just below where your ribs meet, where the diaphragm is. This led to 6 months of suicidal pain where I was unable to sit fully upright or stand for me than a few moments lest my diaphragm begin to spasm and I collapse and possible vomit. Every hospital and doctor told me it wasn’t possible or that my brain had become over-sensitive to pain because they couldn’t figure it out. Well about a week and a half before I had set a deadline where if my life shows no hope of improvement, then the logical choice would be to end it due to zero quality of life. Yet God and the Universe stepped in and I found a chiropractor who could help me. Who explained the human body and its biomechanics and was able to start releasing my diaphragm and abdomen from the injuries.

Somehow, someway this led to the best few years of my life. Now off all medications I started to implement all the research on health and fitness I had been researching when I was bedridden, dying and undiagnosed. I started training jiu-jitsu 3 to 5 times a week a month later. I started eating clean and cooking for myself. I started using the exercise protocols I had found from the very few people in the industry that understood fascia. I started working again. This time I wanted to get out of the negativity and darkness of the jail and wanted to understand human development now, as I had seen what the end results can be, from great to terrible to you would never believe people are capable of that. So I started working for a non-profit my college friend was running for our county. And I became a supervisor of 6 women who would go to the homes of pregnant families and those with newborns to help them learn how to support the child’s development from physical to social to intellectual.

And then the most amazing thing happened; that I still cant believe. The most beautiful woman I have ever been in the presence of started working in the same building. Glowing with passion and positive energy, and a smile that would stop me dead in my tracks and feel like God blessed just me. Over the next year we became closer, I met her three beautiful daughters, and somehow this woman found love for me. And she gave me gifts that can only come from God. I got to become a step-father to the three most kind, intelligent, compassionate, vibrant, beautiful little girls that have ever walked this Earth. I got to feel the love of a child, of three in fact! And a woman who loved me. You never know when God has another act in store for you I guess.

Over the next years I would relish every moment with them, every hug, every little milestone that I got to be present for; knowing that behind it all was something I hadn’t yet identified and it was getting worse.

Covid came, and changes had already started. My boss had left and new management was in place, lockdowns were starting and I was trying to keep the ship afloat while my body was crumbling. Eventually I lost my job after months of trying to fight for the principles and values of our program as they fell way to low-level corporate ambitions and narcissism. This led to new insurance and the ability to finally have my spinal cord stimulator removed. After the surgery I had my first MRI in years and was once again introduced to my old fear, that Adhesive Arachnoiditis. It turns out it had been progressing and now there was a lot more information than when I first received the diagnosis.

Turns out I had been suffering from neuroinflammation and all of its symptoms untreated for years. The mass of scar tissue incasing the spinal nerves was worse and throwing of inflammation into the central nervous system, while degenerating the tissues as well. I immediately started to use the new information and start to try to manage the pain and underlying damage occurring inside my body.

Despite my extensive efforts trying any and everything suggested, dedicating my life to researching and experimenting until I could find what works. I had moments but overtime continued to decline. Until where I am now. Hypersensitive to the EMF from cell towers, wifi and Bluetooth along with artificial lighting. Thank God I had been following Dr. Jack Kruse and his work, which has led me to my only respite; nature.

If it wasn’t for the purpose of me being in my girls lives, then I am not sure I would be able to swallow enough pride to ask for help. And then add on my closest companion, my dog Chico is having his own health problems and seems to be related to bad connective tissues as well. I noticed he got worse when I did with the addition of nearby 5g antennas to where we lived; so there is not much I wouldn’t do to help that little guy keep from being in so much pain and crying and whining in pain as he tries to sleep at night.

I spent these last two years feel like it’s been the last stage, the grand finale, the final gauntlet of my most difficult struggles and challenges that dig up my deepest negative core beliefs. It requires my most vulnerable and courageous efforts to live up to the man I believe myself to be. It is not necessarily the most daunting task to navigate a complex puzzle, but to go through life and turning the difficulty and intensity up to 10. As video game enthusiast may know, it is not the last level that can be the most challenging but completing the regular path on the highest difficulty setting usually labeled something like “impossible mode” or “nightmare mode”.

Reaching a point in life where I finally feel confident in my knowledge and ability to carry out what needs to be done, and done well for the best of everyone in my life, in the short and long term. But then I am greeted with the frank reality that my body can no longer endure what my mind wants to accomplish. It reminds me of a saying “that as soon as you learn that position or task then it’ time to move on to the next” and if resisted the Universe tends to put you in a situation where you must let go and become a beginner again in the next stage, whatever area that is in life.