Simply, no more asthma. Told it was incurable. Hinted many ‘ stopped using the medication’ in past far ill-begotten doctors visits after a nasty parental divorce. Being the second child and accidental I was beaten and injected with a vaccine. My alcoholic father, strangely, or not so much anymore  (wavelengths, duh) has started beating me after I was vaccinated in my bum of all places. Right on the sphyncter.

That’s when it started. Hyper inflammation everything. Asthma diagnosed. Allergies to nuts. Stomach pain so terrible I had to go to the hospital. Like a vice upon the kidneys.

Now 27. 20 years later. I find MMS because of a drug overdose that shriveled my kidneys to a moldy string theory. All jokes aside. Chlorine dioxide literally burned out oxidatively all the hum drum parasitic feelings everywhere in my body with simple felt electrical ‘ snaps’ like static. It felt so good as if I was never this high in my life. Turns out. I was never in my life since age 6-7.

All in all. Cured inhaled corticosteroid addiction, Hyper irritability, Psychosis, Nightmares, Mold, Parasites, Inflammation.

Everything including the toiletries. If there is anything close to holy water this is it.

I AM HUMBLE.

Bless you all. Love light life.

Note: Questionable authenticity.

Hello! As the name implies the MMS treatment not only healed me physically, but also spiritually.

A few years ago I was jobless and hopelessly addicted to heroin. I’d do anything for some more hard candy. And I’d do it anywhere. I’d do it at work, I’d do it at family gatherings in private, I’d do it in the streets.

One day my boss caught me shooting it up in the backroom of the Wendy’s where I worked. He fired me on the spot and it took all my mental strength to convince him not to call the cops.

After getting fired I would lose my apartment and drift around for months, sleeping at my friend’s and family’s homes. After a while even they had enough of me after one too many found my heroin needles.

After this I would be forced on to the streets. After a few weeks of scrounging for food, begging, and trying to scam people I would find a male prostitution service.

I would contemplate trying to become a prostitute for a week until my hunger forced me to go to the pimp. It took a lot of convincing but after promising him that I could do anything a client wants from me he relented and employed me.

He’d give me $200 to clean myself up and get some presentable clothes. I mustered the will not to spend it on heroin and bought some fishnet and hand-me-down skirts and crop-tops.

It would take me a week before I got my first client. I would do whatever he asked of me and get my $50.

I slowly picked up more and more clients, eventually getting one regular who would employ me once a week.

Eventually he started asking me to do weirder and weirder things, drifting into him farting on my face. I was so desperate and deranged I actually enjoyed it.

He would visit me a lot more, and apparently told some folks because I would then get one or two more regulars asking for fart related practices.

One day I was eating at a Denny’s. I would go into the bathroom to shoot up some heroin, but I forgot to lock the door. A 50 year old man would walk in.

I saw a ring on his finger and how disturbed he looked to see me using that drug. I would beg him not to tell anyone and he agreed, as long as I would start going to church.

He gave me some hand-me-down slacks and sweaters and told me to wear that to service every Sunday. I would go and I would realize how much I loved God.

I could feel the passion of the Christ every time I walked in and started to realize how wicked I was. But, I was too weak at the time.

I would continue my practices as a male prostitute and continue using heroin. Eventually I confessed to the local pastor my sins, and he would eventually tell his wife.

She approached me one day and offered me this glass vial of MMS, offering it to me for free, saying it could cure my heroin dependency.

I thought it was fake, but I was so desperate I took it anyway. I took a tiny sip every morning out of the bottle.

And to my surprise it felt like it worked. My cravings and temptations were all weaker. I would approach her for more and she happily obliged.

I would continue taking MMS until one day I stopped showing up to work.

I would continue bettering myself, getting a job at the Denny’s from before as a busboy.

I repented for my sinful homosexuality, for my deprived desires, and the corruption of my mind and body through drugs.

I have spent a year without any homosexual desires nor a single lick of heroin.

I currently have a wonderful girlfriend who I met at church and I’m considering marrying her soon and having my own children. Amen.