Bishop by day…

Bishop by day…

Posted by: The Truth Sayer

Emma has received this information and write up from an anonymous writer known as TruthSayer. The below is penned by TruthSayer as received by Emma.

 

Bishop By Day…..

Leonardo Edwards has made a name for himself, a respected member of the Genesis Two Church recently ordained a Bishop and close personal friend of the originator Jim Humble.

He counts among his friends prominent public figures such as  Kerri Rivera, author of Healing The Symptoms Known As Autism and Andreas Kackler.

For a over a year my interest has been Bishop Leonardo Edwards, more specifically how to bring him down. Leonardo is a snake oil procurer, he sells the creation Jim Humble dreamt up Miracle Mineral Solution. MMS is made consists of Sodium Chlorite and Citric Acid and for the fee of £120 Leonardo will come and meet you for a one hour consultation and demonstrate how to mix it together thus creating Chlorine Dioxide.

He will tell you that it cures all ills, diseases and ailments from earache applied into the ear canal with a dropper to rashes where you would apply in a spray.

Leonardo will recommend that  this solution more commonly used for bleaching wood pulp and purifying swimming pool water can cure Cancer, Ebola and Malaria.

He will promise it can bring health to arthritis sufferers and heal hepatitis.

The proof of these miraculous recoveries are not to be found in any medical journal nor in any hospital records. No peer group revised papers will prove this to you but as he says in the interview attached there are many YouTube testimonials.

This in itself is obviously extremely concerning with no one seemingly willing to take responsibility for this criminal activity.

The MHRA state that MMS is being used as a food supplement so recommend you report it to the FSA.

The FSA say it’s a medicine and send you back to MHRA.

They both also recommend Trading Standards. While all this bouncing back and forth is happening we have individuals like Leonardo selling a harmful highly toxic chemical bleach on multiple websites.

Leonardo, to me most worryingly is an advisor in the CD Autism group along with Kerri Rivera.

Yes that stands for Chlorine Dioxide.

In this FB support group, and others including MMS England and MMS Scotland he advises parents of special needs children mostly diagnosed Autistic some with the extra challenges of Sensory Issues and Learning Difficulties. Many of these children are unable to verbally communicate.

Leonardo advises the Kackler protocol of enemas which is in Kerri Rivera’s book. The book gives the  misinformation to vulnerable misguided parents that Autism is caused by parasitic rope worms living in the intestines.

Like a gruesome fairy tale these worms she extols have caused these children to become autistic, they become more active on Full Moon nights and she has even named this phenomena.

P. O. W. Stands for Pissed Off Worms.

On POW nights children may make more self stimulatory noises to self soothe and have more meltdowns. This is more likely due to the fact they are given more doses of CD at this time then mythical rope worms causing the behaviours.

The administration of CD is recommended in the following ways:

Enema

Spray

In a bath

Inhalation

Children are being given repeated enemas with purified water containing Chlorine Dioxide/ MMS/ bleach to ‘heal’ the neurological difference they have been born with.

This leads to stripping of the bowel, excess mucous and green bowel movements plus excessive cramping and agonising pain.

They are being forced to inhale it in hot steamy bathroom causing breathlessness resulting finally in lung damage.

They are being made to bathe in it and are sprayed with it in the eyes and on wounds on the skin caused by it.

Parents post that their children are unable to move or walk due to pain after enemas. That they have turned yellow, have blue lips, have developed blisters and rashes.

That they cry and make more noise then usual and are developing more violent behaviours.

Occasionally there are posts where a parent confides that their partner is worried by this and wishes to stop using it on the child.

On many of these posts is Leonardo, dutifully selling his wares of glass NUK baby bottles, enema kits and MMS more commonly called CD in the group.

He was exposed by the BBC whom exposed Leonardo selling to an undercover reporter on June 11th in the middle of Kings Cross train station. The reporter had told Leonardo it was for his autistic nephew. He is seen mixing these chemicals in public with not a care in the world. He was again exposed by the BBC this September selling to an undercover 85 yr old woman telling her it could cure her arthritis and Cancer.

He was also exposed in the Trinity Mirror and subsequently The Mirror.

I am now left with little choice but to reveal the Bishop of the Genesis Two Church who sells the sacrament known as MMS has some very questionable past times.

He professes to be able to heal the sick, expose the truth on Big Pharma and leads to all visible extents and purposes a clean, respectable Bishop like lifestyle.

He regularly visits his mentor Jim Humble and has many pictures with him beaming with pride with his arm around his pretty girlfriend in various locations of the world.

Leonardo has and appears on many websites including Leonardoshealingspace.com, Leonardoshealingspace.com.is and this questionable website here where he calls himself Lost It Leon and  lists his likes and requirements as dogging the practice of watching others engage in sexual activity through their car windows in car parks. Group sex and consensual sex between older couples, threesomes and sexual intercourse on camera.

Be very clear this article is not to shame or humiliated his man.

It is to show that a man who professes to be a Bishop of a non religious cult church who advises parents of autistic children some to use Chlorine Dioxide bleach in enemas inside their bodies also enjoys peering into window in shady car parks.

He is not respectable he is an opportunist, a leech and a man who feed on the agonies of children.

This has been a long time coming I have sat on this information for three months.

Why? Because people will defend his right to privacy.

He advised a parent using Turpentine and CD on his autistic five year old son  on Sept 8th in the CD group making arrangements for payment by email for the parent to continue to purchase MMS from him.

I apologise to Leonardo Edwards in advance that I have no remorse in doing my upmost to expose him and stop him a using children by whatever means I can.

If that makes me wrong I will never be right or wish to be.

 

June BBC exposè http://youtu.be/ZYdMzBOyb8E September exposè BBC http://youtu.be/HB-myx_ce9k Leon’s story http://youtu.be/n6sRu57V17U Leonardo interview http://youtu.be/v1XT6uIRziU

Growing Up as A Rainbow Girl

Growing Up as A Rainbow Girl

Posted by: Emma Dalmayne

I can remember running, the large black tyre hit me from behind and took me down in one fell swoop.

My nose stung and I cried, no one saw and I went and sat down on a brick wall. I knew my mother wasn’t there. If I was quiet and didn’t tell I would be left alone until the next time.

I had learnt that at aged four, and the boy who then bullied me knew it.

I had one friend in nursery, a boy who never spoke. He would play only with me and had a a Buck Rogers comic he carried everywhere. We would climb behind the confined space of the nursery and sit quietly not speaking completely content in our own silence until the teachers would shatter it.

I had a little boyfriend to, whom I pursued relentlessly as he was completely different to the other boys. He had a glass eye that he would happily take out and show you, he had had an accident with a drumstick.

As I got older between my coat being flushed down the toilet and a child taking a pooh in my shoe at the swimming baths I came to realise something.

I would never ever fit in.

I tried God knows I tried so so hard, so desperate was I to have friends I would act like them, dress like them and to all intents and purposes blend in.

But I could and would come unstuck, as anyone who is fake will.

Each morning I would wake up and mentally plan out the responses I would give, the facial expressions and inflections on my tone the topics and phrases I would coin and use.

Yet my hobbies and differences made me an outcast.

I couldn’t rave about boy bands as I was to busy imagining myself riding in ‘The Wishing Chair’ by Enid Blyton or trying to stay concealed as a smuggler quietly whispering of skullduggery in one of the Famous Five books.

I automatically would go to wooded areas, trees were my friends and sun dappled crevices my sanctuary.

My parents knew to look for me somewhere concealed if we were out visiting.

My father worked as an interior designer and he had wealthy clients. I lived on a council estate with my mother, as far away from Mallory Towers and Daryl Rivers as I could ever be.

I remember going with him to a job he was on, a large barn conversion on a sprawling farm in an affluent area .The owners children were suspicious of me as I had a common accent to them and my clothes were not the same as there’s.

Still didn’t fit in yet again.

I found a paddock full of horses and beckoned over a beautiful fully grown black horse.

I balanced on the fence and climbed onto his back and rode him round the paddock bareback until the hysterical shouts of the owners brought me round the reality.

“Get off! Immediately!” They ordered. I still can’t till this day work out what I had done wrong, I was ten and had never ridden before, I thought I’d done a good job.

The owners children jeered at me telling me how stupid I was and what had made me think I could ride that horse anyway? I turned to the girl who was my age and wearing a lovely flowery short dress and told her that I hadn’t thought I could, I just did.

Then I pushed her into a large thatch of nettles.

My father was horrified and ear bashed me the whole way home, I was hurt as he seemed to understand me.

We would go for long nature rambles on Wimbledon Common, I would bury ‘treasure’ under the trees never remembering where it was to,dig it up the next time. We would hunt for toads and newts under the logs and I would come home with pockets full of creepy crawlies much to my mothers horror. I had a wooden house in the garden my father built me. I would rescue hurt pigeons, lame hedgehogs and housed a vicious long haired stray ginger Tom I named Chessy.

As the bullying at school intensified so did the rituals and obsessions I had at home.

As I flushed the toilet I would squirt down toilet duck to make bubbles. One square of toilet paper on top of the bubbles and one squirt of duck directly in the middle of the square.

Go to the bathroom to wash my hands and touch each tap six times.

I eventually found my niche, with the weird and wonderful crowd.

The kids that could not and would not ‘blend in’.

I tried again as I grew older.

I had children and knew enough to learn the lingo of the parents.

I’d observe behaviour I could not mentally fathom.

People I knew, mothers in the playground tearing each other to shreds then the next day friends again?

How?!

When I would question this I was told that I overreact and that people are allowed to argue and make up, they are allowed to wish the other dead and call them every name under the sun then be friends the next day. It’s what people do.

Is it? Not me. It’s incredible to me that people can argue time and time again then make up.

I have a cut off point where I cannot bring myself to care anymore, like an emotional shut down point that once activated can’t be undone.

Something I would actually not wish to change that makes me me.

I had and still do have a strange voice, it’s something I live with. It’s a mix of posh vs cockney with an accent that I’ve been asked through my life “Where do you come from? There’s something….”.

I’ve since learnt many autistics have an inflection to their voices and that has made sense to the repetitive speech I had and still do find comfort in. I also script, speak aloud to myself be it planning my day or the activity I’m then doing.

I look back after my diagnosis last May and wish I could go back in time.

That I could tell my teenage self that just because a boy says he likes you it doesn’t mean he loves you, that just because he sleeps with you it doesn’t mean he will marry you.

I wish I could tell myself at thirteen to put the Dettox and paracetamol down.

Not to think that because twelve girls had gathered at my front door for two days on the trot baying for my blood for dating the local heart throb that everything was lost.

I want to tell her that she will have incredible children, that she like everyone will make mistakes. That she’s not a freak or a weirdo that her rituals, the habitual chewing of her mouth that had her at the doctors aged four being told she would chew through her cheek was not because she’s strange.

That she’s autistic, that she has a communicational difference and yes she may feel like she’s in a film all the time playing a role with a script she’s not privy to.

That she’s outside everything that she is part of nothing and has no one.

That she’s amazing and the stubbornness and bullheaded personality she has will one day be put to use as an autism advocate.

That she belongs to a neuro diverse community that she adores, that she’s very much inside it and that she has her children who make her….well that just it .

They

Make

Me.

Statement regarding ADN.

Statement regarding ADN.

Posted by: Emma Dalmayne

It is with regret that I announce my writing for Autism Daily Newscast has come to an end.
The recent embargo has made it impossible to continue as the campaign work I do requires me to write articles and raise awareness on autistic mistreatments ie MMS GcMAF and expose the people who profit from this heinous torturous exploitation of the vulnerable.
It has been a pleasure writing for them and I wish them all the best.
My articles will be available to read on my website autisticate.com, Autistic Abuse Awareness and Autistic Rights Together

Home educating your Autistic child.

Home educating your Autistic child.

Posted by: Emma Dalmayne

More and more parents are withdrawing their children from school be it specialist or mainstream and choosing to educate them otherwise, ie home education.

This path is being chosen as many children are being let down by the schooling system. Adequate support is not put in place, sensory breaks IEP’s and ECHP’s are not being honoured or followed. Children are floundering in a socially hostile environment, suffering sensory overload from noise and overcrowding with no sensory breaks or 1.1 support.

Sadly children are also suffering bullying to the extreme of having self injurious thoughts and extreme anxiety.

If your child is refusing to go to school, crying, melting down and attacking you when you pick them up they are trying to communicate something. That something is that they are unhappy and overwhelmed.

Obsessive lining up when they get home, more then they would normally do or scattering then becoming distressed when these are moved are signs that your child is controlling their environment as to them everything else is out of control.

Likewise of obsessing over a particular object then getting overly distressed if it’s not there or their sandwich being cut in the ‘wrong’ way. It’s all loss of control, the last thing they thought they could control had been take and they are devastated by it. This is a build up of anxiety and expectation that crashes around them causing a meltdown of epic proportions.

They have held in everything that has set them off during the day be it sensory overload from the lighting in the dinner hall mixed with the smell of the dinners and the jostling they received in the queue to the fact they cannot control their environment.

They may be being bullied and not have the language to explain it and this still relates even if your child is fully verbal.

They may even assume you know. To them you take them there and pick them up and in their mind they know, why wouldn’t you?

Being able to vocalise does not automatically mean they can communicate.

A school that provides this support if your child attends one should be treasured and a good supportive teacher is worth their weight in gold, sadly it’s rare to find this.

If you are having these problems, getting threatening letters from the school boards for non attendance and have a child that’s vomiting and having attacks of running to the toilet or alternatively holding their bowel or urine. After ruling out all medical possibilities you may find this is due to anxiety.

You may be having to literally drag your child to school with them begging not to go, and you may well be going home an emotional wreck.

You don’t have to do this.

I am advising from the UK so can only go by our educational system, and here you can de register your child to home educate them.

Under section 7 8.6 of the Education Rights Act you are allowed to educate your child otherwise. It’s the parents responsibility to educate the child, most parents think this automatically means you must place your child into a school to do so. This is not the case. You are not required to follow the National Curriculum though if you wish to you can purchase the packs. Most of the contents can be bought separately in bookshops.

To deregister you write a letter to the school and/or email them this:

Dear (headteacher),

As from this date (chosen date) please  remove (child’s name) from the school roll.

They will now be educated otherwise.

Yours sincerely

Some parents choose unschooling which is allowing the child to learn from their environment with little to no parental direction. Games on the computer are encouraged for promotion and cause and effect, reflex and if online social network interaction. Strategising and maths are learnt in this way. Screwing is a common practice where the parent leaves books, puzzles and work for the child to do of their own accord.

Some children require a period of unschooling , the damage done by the school enviroment may take some time to recover from.

I unschooled for six months such was the damage done to my sons psychological wellbeing.

Others choose the more typical route of workbooks, printed worked sheets (try Twinkle, beautiful sheets for free), Khan Academy online tutorials and Reading Eggs/Math Seeds tutorial. The beauty of home education is your child works at their own pace, learning can be done anywhere be it  in the front room or on a blanket in the garden.

Learning can be done anywhere at any time. Libraries and museums are free, documentaries  are great for learning.

Reading stories and writing them is literacy, a play on the radio is drama.

Playing with cars, little figures and tracks is small world play, messy creative time is sensory play.

Painting and drawing is Art, running and jumping in the woods or swimming and cycling are physical education.

Walking to the shops with a list with you be it visual or written and help nt pay is life skills with budgeting.

Home education meets and play at the park is socialisation.

You do so much more then you realise.

You don’t need to drag your child to school and cry walking home. Not all education in a school will suit every child.

The Power Of Why

The Power Of Why.

Posted by: Emma Dalmayne

You are waiting on a platform for the train and it’s twenty minutes late.

You are anxious and need to get to your destination so you go to the nearest ticket guard and enquire as to WHY it’s late?

A beautiful piece of art sculpture catches your eye in an art gallery, it’s stunning and is made from an unfamiliar material. You are curious, and ask the guide HOW it was made?

A wonderful unfamiliar taste fills your mouth when you try a new dish in a restaurant and you ask the waiter WHAT the recipe is?

Your car breaks down so you pick up your phone, dial the garage number and ask CAN they come out to you?

The power of being able to inquire, to question and decipher is extremely important in reciprocated speech and interaction.

It allows us to find out what, where, how and why things happen. It allows us to question our fate and ask for help.

Today my daughter who is undiagnosed autistic asked her sister why she could not go into her bedroom. My older daughter was tidying her room and had told my little one to come back later, and little asked “ Why?”.

Now to most mothers I see in the supermarket walking around pushing a trolley the word ‘why’ can seem to provoke a myriad of emotion. I see a spectrum of responses in my minds eye that range from patient answers to the yelled pained “What? No!”.

To often I’ve seen the children reprimanded for questioning ‘WHY’.

Why can’t they run into the road?

Why can’t they eat sand and why can’t they have that toy?

‘Why’ allows children to make sense of their boundaries and often to push them.

To make informed judgments about their rights, to question the cycle of  time to allow themselves to transition to the next activity.

Why do they have to finish playing now?

Why is it raining and is that why they have to wear a raincoat?

What will happen if they do not wear one?

Can they wear their new Wellington boots?  

You get the picture.

For my daughter ‘why’ opens up a whole new world that while not completely free from frustration will at least make a little more sense.

People’s responses have been mixed on hearing that my little can now say why have been varied but most commonly has been “Oh she won’t stop now!”.

I hope she never does.

I hope she exercises the right she has to question why as often as possible.

Eventually she will ask ‘how?’

How does an aeroplane fly?

How do they do that?

How can we get there?!

I can’t wait to hear ‘What?’.

What is this?

What made that and what did you say?

My daughter is three years old next month, and until today has never questioned anything.

She has been frustrated and angered, saddened even in her limited vocabulary.

She now has a world of discovery and the power to demand answers.

And she will get them.

She can now ask why, and I can now answer.