Video: "Help Me Don't Leave Me"

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This clip says a lot, to me anyway. You can hear the quiet panic in our voices, a terrified desperate desire to help and be helped simultaneously. Add to the hourly horror perhaps complete poverty, brain fog, throw in a 5 year old girl, mix it all up and jam us into one room, and bad things happen to our minds. It is disassembling our psyches. Imagine the craving we feel to escape this demon-Narnia even for a few hours. It is an addicts worst nightmare. And our minds toss about our sanity like it was bingo balls in the hopper, toggling us like ragdolls between incredulous disbelief and sickening acceptance. 

"Stilled Life" - Morgellon's artwork for sale

A trick of light, artistic portrayal, or psychological manifestation? We see Tragedy's anguished face frozen in a scream, and a leg below it, emerge ironically from the body of a bullet-ridden morg-infested fly in this stark fiction-becomes-truth allegory. A smiling women emerges above as well, to mock Tragedy from within? The fly's head is swiveled to the observer to gain attention as it seems to point with its front leg around and back towards Tragedy's twisted body, imploring us to be sure that we citizens of humanity understand the implications and potential outcomes before lifting the lid on Pandora's Box.


I call it "Stilled Life"


I did not construct, blend, pose, manipulate, photoshop, retouch, or in any way alter the image other than minor saturation and contrast adjustments. It is as the camera saw it. The fly was born from us and captured alive almost immediately. 


I know. We be trippin' balls too. 




12" x 18" signed numbered (100) print, matted and framed


$200

Two photo collages and some considerations

Collage 1 shows basic morgasite structure, and their infestation of a live captured fly extruded from our bodies.

Collage 2 shows morgasite polymorphism and dimorphism - I believe all images are versions of the same organism, perhaps at different developmental stages or induced stages.

The large center image in collage 2 is a morgasite that took 10 minutes of varying pull-pressure (5-20 lbs ) and a 50mw laser to detach it from my arm. It measures about one inch long. I have video of its removal and immediately preserved the morganism in alcohol. Contrast that with a "baby" one seen on the fly, about a quarter to half of a millimeter, and it demonstrates tremendous growth potential in an accelerated time period. This big one took just five days to achieve that size. 

To consider: with a very conservative estimate of say 10,000 inside my body (it's way more), what would happen if they all grew to an inch long, or even just began that growth cycle taking just one week, at the same time? What if only one percent began the rapid growth? 

To consider: the morgasite (or symptoms of them if they remain unobserved due to "host preservation psychological camouflage") and the micro-myiasis are described as often, if not always, occurring together. They don't seem to parasitize the larvae (further study needed) but liberally cover the adult fly. Are we witnessing one organism nurturing another to use it later as an airborne colonization vehicle? Do they move in and build their own airline? Could the fly even be a pregnant female, which would be a complete Morgellons "kit" ready to buzz off and seek a new victim, land, deliver larvae and morgasite passengers, to repeat the human host cycle on some fresh meat? Say, maybe after they've consumed 70 lbs of meat from the initial hosts body in 400 days?

If this is true or even possible, and if I were a compassionate government worried about its spread, I would quarantine at least this property immediately and probably a much larger area to prevent considerable damage to various infrastructure. It has a weapons-grade effect of ultimately rendering the host disabled and requiring considerable local assistance of medical supplies and cash and physical care from others, which is a heavy secondary strain on society. If I were a competing entity, it would be a devious and effective strategy to eliminate the people while preserving access to major carbon resources. You don't need to blow up and kill all your enemy and irradiate the land, just severely cripple say a third of them and wait it out. 

But hey, it's all in my head, right?

Perhaps it's already in all of our heads. 

I hope not, and that's it. And hoping is what you do when things are going poorly and there's no clear solution.

So to the network who must care for us and subsequently suffer, all we can weakly say is thank you, we're sorry, and we would do the same for you. And thank whomever you do in your private minds that you are not one of the meaty walking airports, a diabolically efficient factory horrifically sentient of your own slow self-consumption, such a 21st century leper, so crazy must his cameras be....

That's the buzz for now, I gotta bug out. But don't call the police on me, send SWAT!

Video: myiasis larval bed through negative filter - quite active

exposed to air for 15 min during routine dressing change yesterday 

Who What When Where Why

I'm about 500 days with Morgellons symptoms, comorbid with external micro-myiasis for the past 45. My symptoms first presented internally as Crohn's-like with a permanent bladder infection, plus neurological features of Lyme disease such as recurring Bell's Palsy (12 times) and subjective vertigo, tremendous fatigue, and body ache. It progressed recently to a full blown myiasis with a subdermal larvae bed in my upper left arm, and transdermal pupations that can present the fibers. The myiasis was triggered by a combination of a compromised immune system, certain environmental conditions met, socio-economic pressures, and a DOP diagnosis each of seven consecutive trips to the medical industrial complex in the past two months - for my girlfriend. Her situation is as dire as mine and she presents a slightly different subset of symptoms, though we share the core group. We both have degraded noticeably and now can no longer work normally due to brain fog, ADD, neurological impairment, and physical appearance. By the grace of universe I have SSDI from a prior back injury, which barely sustains us. We get by with help from a small network of insiders and a larger one we call outsiders, those that love and help us but remain in a psychological protection mode until they can handle the truth. Until then we must be crazy, we must be causing our symptoms and damaging ourselves, and we must have the now mythical DOP, a truly lazy and embarrassing catch-all that the medical industrial complex will have to soon backtrack from once Morgellons spreads deeper into the global human population and takes the rich, the privileged, and the families of those in power.
We live in Northern California in a hotspot on the coast. We won't focus on our identities but we're not hiding, you will find us if you want. I will show photos and videos which will be very graphic and honest, though we're not here to engage the non-believers in a game of proof-and-denial. We are well beyond needing to prove it and deep into pathways of healing and management.
I am 42 and my girlfriend is 30. She has custody of her 5 year old daughter, who is not yet presenting overt symptoms. I have two adult boys, who live 150 miles away. We live on a parcel of land with my father who is 73 and would chalk every symptom up to old age, so let him we say. He's an insider who has really stepped up after watching his son drop 70 lbs in a year, and we share 5 buildings. He lives in the big house, while we three and our two dogs cram into a couple of 700sqft cabins. We have two storage barns as well.
Our water is acidic at 5.5ph. Our main cabin is almost always in the shade, and at about a mile from the ocean we get constant moisture. Our heat is wood stove, our tech capacity is above average because I rebuild computers and manage friends personal networks, and our social networks are of average but shrinking size. We are dramatic and artistic, loud and funny, and depressed and besieged. We are terrified for our little girl and it can be said my fight is for her.
More about us will materialize from future posts. I will post every day. Hey, I've got 500 days of painstaking video/photo documentation to weed through....terabytes, seriously. I'm hoping that somewhere in our story is hiding a piece of the puzzle, a key to understanding and combating this parasite. I'm going to find it.

Disturbing & Embarrassing: Plight Pinned on Pest??

The scars were everywhere. What had once been an unblemished expanse now bore the telltale signature of an unsightly condition caused by what afflicted insist is an infestation of small creatures called Gorphellons.

"They move and travel just below the surface, I swear," implores Scan 'Wreckingball' Kurvelcro, "and every day I find a new patch of damage caused by them. And it could be anywhere!" He is visibly shaken, thin, and looks exhausted.

Wreckingall's landscaper stands a few feet away and shakes his head as he hears this. "There are no such thing as'Gorphellons'!" He laughs and explains. "I have many clients who tend to poke and clip at their lawns too much, we'll call it weeding I guess, and like Mr. Kurvelcro here they insist there are these 'dirt burrowing creatures' that infest his land and are responsible for the scarred earth. I've never seen one. All I do see when I get here is an agitated guy running around with a shovel, diggin' at nothing, makin' a mess of a nice yard, showin' me scraps of weeds and clumps of fuzz an' dirt he collects in a shoe box. Need I look further? Come on."

This has been the opinion of almost every landscaper we contacted for this story, really just an assumption the client is wacky, which is in stark contrast to the stories told by thousands upon thousands of lawn owners around the world, in 15 countries and counting.

"How can we all be experiencing the same thing?" says Wackjob. "It's statistically impossible that we share some mass delusion. Meanwhile these voracious monsters just won't stop!" He gestures across an expanse of once-beautiful yard, now a dusty wasteland pockmarked with dozens of holes and mounds of dirt. "Look what they've done. It's horrible. And I just have to live with it? Screw that!"

Agreed, say sufferers. There exists an old instructional video from generations ago that is making the rounds, detailing several methods - albeit outrageous - to eradicate the Gorphellons. Wreckingball lowers his voice and leans in. "It's called Kadishak. Very informative. And your damn right I'll try every thing I learn from that video." He seemed to find some resolve in that moment and straightened up, gripping his shovel tightly and twisting his hands back and forth audibly . "And they're real. I've seen 'em."

That is one of the contentions: there are only anecdotal accounts of a creature, and grainy photos and shaky video at best which could easily be misconstrued as wind, or under-watering, or even staged. Until definitive proof emerges, the Gorphellons are both horrifically real for many - and horrifically fantastical for the rest.