Understanding Death - Cancer's Scythe - Luke's Hypothesis 5

 

"Where death is your power to hurt?"  1 Corinthians 15:55b (GNT)

"Just as he arrived at the gate of the town, a funeral procession was coming out. The dead man was the only son of a woman who was a widow, and a large crowd from the town was with her.When the Lord saw her, his heart was filled with pity for her, and he said to her, 'Don't cry.'"

Luke 7:12-14 (GNT)

My mother discovered my cat Luke, who caught a lizard.  He killed one the day before he caught this one.  Seeing that he never eats the lizards, who in turn eat her garden pests, she made Luke release the Lizard.  Her son, Paul [me] asked, "Why did you do that?  He needs to learn to hunt." - From the Chronicles of a Cat Named Luke by Paul Cook

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In my last post on cancer (Insights into Cancer: Luke's Hypothesis 4), I promised to post on what the difference is between malignant and benign cancer.  But really, before I do that, you have to understand the concept of death and how it operates universally against all life.  

So the last post started with the conception or Alpha Point of cancer.  This post addresses the death point of life.  It's the Omega Point.  With the two bookends in place, YOU (my reader) can understand everything in between.  But we start with the beginning and end, so you have a frame to understand cancer now.

The three prelude quotes from above (the first two from the Holy Scriptures) all give insights into death.  Let's take the quote by the Apostle Paul.  He asks, "Death where is your power?"  On one level, he is mocking death and sarcastically asking why death hasn't killed him yet.  But we need to look at this quote from a literal level.  The question, thus, becomes where is death?  How does it work?  Why does it work?  When does it happen?  Where is its power?

Luke's Hypothesis 6: ALL DEATH HAS ONE UNIVERSAL PRIMARY CAUSE: DEATH OCCURS WHEN THE SOUL LEAVES THE BODY.

When do people die?  Read the hypothesis again.  Yes, all people and animals die when their soul leaves the body.  Before you start dismissing me as some spiritual lunatic, read on.  I'll explain when this actually happens on the cellular level.  Your question to me would then be, when does the soul leave the body and how?

See: our Nobel Prize winner Otto Warburg (mentioned in the last post) provided insight into this.  He found that tumors live less than forty hours after life ends.  Even then, a sheath of living cancer cells live past forty hours after death.  So you now understand, cancer is supremely difficult to kill because it'll outlive the dead for at least forty hours.  The question is how do you, the human being or the animal, die first?

The question is not that hard to answer.  What dies first in the human body without oxygen?  The reason you can transplant organs like the heart, lungs, liver, and the kidney is because organs can live even after you die.  Have you thought about that?  Therefore, when guillotines chopped off people's heads, the person could register everything that has happened for at least 3 minutes.  Scary, huh?  The reason, s/he can't say anything is that voice requires air and they can no longer get it from the lungs.

What's one organ that can never be transferred?

The Brain

A.  CARTESIAN PLANE: WHERE SPIRIT MEETS FLESH

The brain, encased in the shrine of the skull, is where the soul lives.  3-5 minutes without oxygen you receive permanent brain damage.  10 minutes without it, your brain cells perish and so do you.  Hence, you can never transplant the brain.  Your soul lives in there.  Without a brain, you or an animal is not alive!

B.  CAUSE OF DEATH

If the genesis of cancer passes all through one gateway, then all death passes through Death's Point.  Hence, repeat after me: THERE IS ONLY ONE PRIMARY CAUSE OF DEATH.  ONE!  AGAIN: ONE!  NOT TWO, NOT THREE, NOT FOUR.  ONLY ONE.

There can be a multitude of secondary causes of death but only one primary cause.  The primary cause is when the brain dies, whether that be because you blow it out with a pistol or more commonly: your brain cells don't receive enough oxygen.


Let me demonstrate further.  A heart attack kills you because not enough oxygenated blood gets to the brain.  Remember, you die ten minutes without oxygen to the brain.  Carbon monoxide poisoning kills you because, again, you can't get enough oxygen to the brain.  A snake bite kills you because the venom binds with red blood cells, and once again, you can't get oxygen to the brain.  Starvation kills you because your heart stops working and guess what: No oxygen to the brain.

C.  CONCLUSION: HOW CANCER KILLS

So, under Luke's hypothesis V, cancer kills you because it literally takes a life of its own and will force the soul out of your body.  Scary, aye?  In the end, it too will starve your brain for oxygen and continue to live even after your death.

D.  NEXT POST
I received a number of favorable responses to my cancer series.  Yet, it does take up my time.  If you do appreciate what I post, please pass my blog link along to others and let me know.  Otherwise, if I don't get feedback how do I know people are interested in this topic.  If there's not enough interest, I suppose people don't care about what I'm finding.  I don't have cancer and know all about it; so, I don't write this for myself.  I write it for you.  =)

 My next post will explain in more detail about the death mechanism of cancer: Cancer's Scythe.  It's a continuation of Luke's Hypothesis V.

PS: A special thank you to the kitty, Luke, who taught me everything I know about cancer.  =)

"The curiosity of one cat can save the world." - Paul Cook

In veritas,
Paul Cook

Sun Dried Tomatos with Mom

As per my previous entry, the car crash, my mother and I were at home together.  It was like the blind leading the blind, except, to be honest, I was recovering much faster than her.

So, on a scorching hot summer day in Los Angeles, we were sitting together at the dining table.  I went outside, and she noticed I was sun drying some of the hottest peppers in the world, Thai Chillis.  They're already small in size; so, they were looking like red rubies.

She looked at her plentiful harvest of bright red tomatoes and asked me if I knew how to sun dry them.  I said, "Of course.  Just like they do in Italy."  So, together, we started slicing and salting tomatoes.  We left them out in the scorching Southern Californian sun to dry.  In three days they did.

I packed them with olive oil and garlic.  I started eating them, and they tasted just like Heaven.  We were sitting at the dining table, and for some reason I remembered the best meal I had in Italy.

I said, "You know, Mom, the best meal I had in Italy was at a place called Cinque Terra.  It means the Five Lands and it overlooks the Mediterranean.  I met a Norwegian couple, and we sat at a cafe on a cliff.  Down below was the bluest waters of the Mediterranean.  You could smell the sea. 

I ordered fresh handmade pasta with fresh pesto.  The pesto was really good because the olive oil was made fresh at a olive orchard near the cliffs.  It was green and spicy that oil.  It was a bit expensive for just pasta, but it was really the best meal I ever had in Italy."

And she said in her pessimistic way, "Well, you can forget about that memory now.  It's just a dream.  You need to find a job."

And with those words, I was brought back to reality.

PS: My next post will be back on cancer.  Just had to put this story in between.

Insights into Cancer: Luke's Hypothesis IV

Luke 13:12 "When Jesus saw her, he called out to her, Woman, you are free from your sickness!"

The summer of 2012 changed my life.  It was the summer where I spent a few hours everyday doing cancer research as a recent law graduate.  I was motivated because my cat Luke had cancer and FIV.  The FIV no doubt triggered the cancer.  As a dedicated pet owner, I embarked on a journey that changed my life forever.

Now, I wanted to share some insights for you.  But first some legal disclaimers.

First, even though I am not a PhD or a MD I have every right to publish my thoughts and opinions on a subject.  I live in a country that has a First Amendment, and I am now using the world wide web as my forum to speak my mind.  No one can stop me doing that.  I have the right to hold my own theories and views even though they going against the scientific and medical community.

With that said, I'm also no Joe Schmoe in the field.  My undergrad background is in marine biology, which further specialized in experimental design and microbiology.  I was trained by probably the best microbiologist in the world and was sponsored and conducted more fieldwork than a normal undergrad would have had the opportunity to do.

Second, these musings and insights are not to replace medical advice.  In fact, no medical advice will be given.  They're just theories.  You can draw whatever inferences from them that you will.

Third, you can steal my ideas - whoever you are my intellectual thief.  Except there's one problem.  I'm not going to publish the experiment you need to prove the theory.  I already know which experiment you need to prove each theory.

Fourth, I'm going to make this the most readable science for anyone.  As long as you can read at the sixth grade level, you should be able to understand this blog.  So, don't be intimidated because its a discussion on science.  Read.  It's meant for you!

Finally, if you enjoy the read or you think someone can benefit from it, pass it along and let me know personally.  Leave me a note or email me.  If I get enough or I find enough interest, I'll pass on the next part of the hypothesis.

Let's begin.

I.  Argument: Luke's Hypothesis IV: The Genesis of Cancer  (NB All my theories have been named after my Cat Luke, who gave me insight into the lifecycle of cancer).

A.  ALL CANCER BEGINS WITH ONE TRANSFORMATION.

Today, modern scientists such as James Bradner  say that there are 1000's of mutations.  Bradner's Ted Blog  According to Luke's Hypo IV that's just plain wrong.  All cancer begins with one!  Just one!  Say it with me: all cancer begins with one transformation of a healthy cell.  Not 100's or 1000's.  Just one!

1.  Warburg Effect

Otto Warburg won a Nobel Prize for discovering the metabolism of cancer.  I love his paper.  It's one of the most brilliant experiments conducted and incredibly simple to understand.  Here's the link to the actual paper: Warburg Paper

It's a paper really worth reading because people so often misquote it.  So, here's what he actually found:

a.  Cancer survives without oxygen if it has food.
b.  Cancer survives without food for longer periods if it has oxygen.
c.  Hence, cancer always survives because its so adaptable.

Point c is what's not stated by people who advocate for their new diet, new fad for cancer.

Cancer always survives because YOU always need oxygen.  Understand?  To kill cancer you have to take away oxygen and food.  You basically have to starve and suffocate.  That's not going to happen.  Your brain needs oxygen!  You need food.  You die 10 minutes without oxygen.  Cancer will live.  Therefore, cancer survives!

2.  Linking Warburg's Effect to Luke's Hypo IV: Cancer Genesis

To understand how this links to the genesis of cancer, you have to understand healthy cells.  Healthy cells in general require both food and oxygen to live.  They need both at the same time. 

Therefore, pay attention here: CANCER CELLS DE-EVOLVE TO NOT NEED OXYGEN.  CANCER DOESN'T NEED OXYGEN.  Once again: CANCER CAN LIVE WITHOUT OXYGEN. Healthy cells need oxygen.  See the difference.  Bad = no oxygen and can live.  Good = no oxygen and dies.

3.  Luke's Hypo IV: Cancer Genesis 

THEREFORE: ALL CANCER MUST TRANSFORM TO LIVE WITHOUT OXYGEN.  That's it.  That's the universal factor that links breast cancer to brain cancer to skin cancer.  That's the first transformation.


Essentially, all cancer is selfish.  It learns to survive on it's own forever by not needing oxygen anymore.  It's selfish because it should die for the good of the body.  But instead, it wants to live forever and eventually kills you.  That's step 1 to the birth of the deadly disease. Now you know.

4.  So what?  What does this mean for you?  

Here's the million dollar question for this subject. Why is it that mainly adults have this problem and not children?  What happens over time that makes cells transform to a primitive state of eating and surviving?  Maybe, I know the answer.  =)

5.  What's next to publish?

If enough people enjoy this posting, tell me, I'll write to you on what the difference is between benign and malignant cancer.

In veritas,

Paul Cook

The Car Crash Between The Funeral and the Wedding

"Hey - what do you think you're doing?"  I said.  Too late, I thought.  Too late, there's not enough time; it's going to happen.

The voice inside said, brace yourself.  The speed gauge is at 40 mph.  No way, he's going to avoid. this.  The shrieking screech.  The crashing sound against metal against metal.  The spin.  The airbags deploy.  My head doesn't hit it.  My body jerks from the reaction against the lap and shoulder belt.  I smell the burning smell of anti-freeze.  I recognize it.  I hear my mother in the back seat say, "Oh my God!"  I felt her body smash against my passenger seat.  That's it.  Against the dusk backdrop, there's scraps of metal and glass.  Two injured bodies here.  Two injured bodies there.  Driver has no injuries.  

I've been in a lot of car accidents.  A few my fault when I was a lot younger, but none of my accidents were serious.  One moderately serious one was my friend's fault, as he rear ended someone on the freeway.  A sleeping girl rear ended me once.  Then there were the Z3 accidents, which were all parking lot fender benders, which happened because people couldn't see my tiny car.  Again, those were very minor.  I knew, in the moment where I knew the accident was unavoidable, this one was going to hurt.

My brother was driving my mother and me to a funeral.  We were paying our respects to our dead ex-neighbor.  She was 60 and allegedly died from cancer.  After we were driving back, I was talking to my brother.  It was sunset.  Somehow, I could tell he hasn't been driving through the 10 freeway.  He didn't realize the points of construction work.  We were only 1/4 of a mile away from the family home, when traffic came to a dead stop because of the construction work. Only 1/4 of a mile away.  He didn't swerve soon enough; he didn't brake soon enough.

My mother's sternum probably fractured.  She wasn't wearing a seat belt.  I was wearing one though.  I asked her, "Why didn't you wear a seat belt?"

Get this for her answer: "I would have worn it, if I knew I was going to get into a car accident."

As backwards as her logic is, I wouldn't laugh.  Don't we think like this all the time.  It's really just a coverup to deny the truth.  I believed my younger son is the safest driver in the world.  Had I known different, I would have acted different.  Well, alcoholics would say had I known I'd get liver cancer, I would have stopped that last drink.  Or how about the person who gets mad not because of the evil s/he's done but the fact that s/he got caught.  Doesn't s/he say the same?  I wouldn't have done it if I got caught.  Well - now we see such logic into play.

What I don't get were all the local neighborhood bystanders that came gawking.  I never saw the great fascination of staring at an accident.  But I suppose if you had very little, (I come from Baldwin Park, remember?) other people's suffering brings you some kind of pleasure.

The ambulance came.  The sheriffs came.  My brother managed the situation well.

In my CK suit, I stepped out into the freeway.  I jumped the border closest to the right hand lane.  I was back on a local street.  I walked home in my CK suit, starting to come loose with a half-undone tie and an open dress shirt.  I went home and changed clothes.  I drove the BMW and hopped back onto the freeway.  I steered passed the accident scene and gave my mother a ride home.  Just 1/4 of a mile away.

I told her, "You know, we're going to feel it really bad tomorrow.  It's going to hurt a lot."

She said, "Really?"

I said, "Watch."

I immediately prepared to heal myself.  I took the elements of the Dead Sea and drew a bath.  I added to it sulfur, salt, and oatmeal.  I need all of these minerals to heal.  I took a bath and saw quickly that my skin was getting bloated by absorbing in all the minerals.  My abdominal, once tight and muscular, looked bloated.  I then felt my body feel very, very tired.  It wanted sleep.

And I was right, the next day was painful for both my mother and me.  She was coughing and complaining of chest pains.  I could feel that I was bleeding inside and bruised and broken.  Later in the day, I could feel the fever coming.  My body was beginning to heal.

On Sunday though, the day after, was my brother's wedding.  I didn't want to go.  We both felt even worse.  The fever escalated.  My stomach was cramping painfully.  My mother came and touched my skin and said, "You're hot."  I grumbled, "I know."  It was expected; I was healing but very tired.  I didn't want to go to this wedding.  But I went, and even there, the guests could see the fever brewing.  I was not in the mood to socialize or say hi.  How could I?  Your mind just concentrates on the cramping, the faintness, and the dizziness. 

But the guests, especially the father's relatives, wanted to say to the recent law graduate in his Hugo Boss suit.  I smiled.  I tried.  But it was still too much.  All the guests were so happy and excited, except for two: the groom's closest blood relatives: mother and brother.

My cat Luke taught me much about the body.  Whenever he didn't feel well, he would bask in the sunlight.  I saw him do it all the time, whenever he had a cold.  So - do what Luke did. 

So, without telling the guests, who would keep mothering me, I went to the pool area.  I stripped to my underwear.  Don't worry, it wasn't a disgusting sight for the guests.  It's probably appropriate with other people wearing bikinis and such.  I kept watching the dirty girls ogle.  I laid in the warm hot sun by the pool and 20 minutes into it, the cramps were alleviating and I was feeling better.  I was probably basking in the warm sun for 2 hours.  I took a quick shower and suited up.

All the guests noticed I was feeling better.  The MC called for me.  It was time to catch the groom's garter.  It's said a single guy who catches it will get married first.  I saw all my brother's competitive friends viciously want it.  My brother took the garter off easily with his teeth from his wife's thigh.  He turned around.  He threw a fake napkin.  On the second round, he threw the garter behind him.

I caught it.

Post Bar Plans

I feel like this summer has been more than a boys of summer adventure.

I started law school in August of 2009.  It's now August of 2012.  With the exception of receiving my bar exam score and being sworn in, I think I've finished the grueling rites of passage from page to esquire.

This summer, I crammed everyday for that bar exam; I lost 9 pounds of fat, (I probably have three pounds to go), I made a few scientific discoveries, and I realized my cat died from FIV.  I owned that cat for fourteen years, since I was 15 3/4, and I would have never guessed he died from FIV.

So - I think I've been through a lot.  For all my followers that have followed my journey from New Zealand to America, I guess this sort of closes off this part of the journey.  I mean, of course, if I pass the bar, there's still the part about receiving the results and the part that I get sworn in.  But the reason those rites don't matter as much to me is that they don't take effort and work on my part.  If you do everything right, the last grueling hurdle in becoming an esquire shouldn't be too bad.  The main challenges are in the first year of law school, and the next two years of law school.  The bar exam is like the ultimate final. 

I suppose, the legal journey can continue, as there are more challenges to making it as partner.  But that's another journey for another time, if I chose to take it on.

For those in New Zealand, let me describe the Bar examination.  As you know, it is the licensing exam to practice law in one of the States of the Union.  I took the California Bar, which means I can practice law in California, and if my score is high enough in Washington DC.  California has no reciprocity agreement with any other state; therefore, a California Bar License only allows you to practice in the State of California.  It's also the hardest of bar exams - with the highest fail rate of 55%.

It's also the most grueling of the bar examinations.  The California Bar exam is three days long.  I took mine in Pasadena, which is located very close to my childhood hometown.  I drove there the first day from my mother's place in the San Gabriel Valley.  For the next two days, I stayed at a 2 star motel about 2.7 miles away.  It cost $70 a night.  Even though my childhood home is only 14 miles away, it's definitely worth getting a motel to avoid the morning traffic.  Let me tell you, although I didn't believe people at the time, it is really worth staying at a motel.  You need your peace in the morning to have your mental balance to take on the bar exam.  Driving through traffic is not worth it.

To be perfectly honest, I didn't find the exam questions themselves as challenging as the horror stories I heard.  I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a hard exam.  But it shouldn't be that hard if you put in all the study you needed to in your three years in law school.  Furthermore, I didn't slack off while I was studying for it as well.  So - again, hard work pays off.

I'll tell you what I hated, yes hated, about the bar.  It's the way that they implement Soviet-Communist-Nazi tactics during the exam.  They herd a horde of you into a huge high school cafeteria - gymnasium setting.  They make you sit in these worn out old tables, that look like they're from the USSR time.  They take away your government issued identification and give you a number.  I hated it.  I'm a human being; why are they treating me like a number, just one of the masses?  I was a number 21**.  I just looked at my number sadly, and thought, I'm more than this number.

Then, they tell you where to sit, when to eat, when you can go pee.  It's all so insane, this type of ritual.  The bar exam is hard enough without all these added restrictions.

The two most painful things about the bar exam, everyone who's taking it pay attention, are two tricks that they play on you.  The first one is when the time begins, I noticed they blast up the air conditioner.  They also don't allow you to wear hats.  The head loses the most body heat first.  So, the result is that you lose a lot of body heat, which makes you struggle to pay attention on the test.  So - when you take the exam, make sure to bring a jacket.

The second thing they do, that I couldn't believe, is on day three, they change the start time of the examination.  This is to throw off your body clock and you probably have the most anxiety after day 2 of the examination.  So, it's harder for you to sleep.  Make sure to sleep earlier on day 2 to not fall into this trap.

Other than that, after I finished the exam on day 3, I went to my adviser's home.  He graciously treated me to dinner.  I love the ice cream the place served.  It certainly gave me ideas on how to serve ice cream for the future.  I didn't feel excitement, maybe some relief.  It was over, and I didn't have that much stress about it.

What am I doing now?  I'm just trying to re-sort through my life.  I'm trying to re-manage my budget.  I need to re-edit papers accepted for publication.  I have to lose 3 pounds of body fat - and then regain some muscle.  I need to do some maintenance on my cars.  I have two - Alexandria the BMW Z3 and Julia the 1967 Mustang.

I don't have the money, but it's time to be thinking about a new car.  I like cats; so I think a jaguar would be fitting.  This is the next car I must get:  It's a 1970's E type.  =)  Yes, another convertible.

I don't know how I'm going to afford it though.  I've turned down two legal opportunities so far.  I'm not sure if the slavish hours of law is in my future.  I think for now, I'd like to be a chef and - or - a novelist.  I already have a thriller in mind.  I think it's a spy thriller.  Maybe - that'll bring me my fortunes.

Anyways, this part of my journey is finished.  Now - it's time to plan my bar trip.