by John Thurstin
Red Rock News
April 27, 2007
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QUESTION TEN: Nate: John, please describe any issues you feel need investigated further.
ANSWER: Of all the things over the years I observed taking place with community members, and particularly what I experienced personally, the so-called 'medical' care and related activities (called "Tron Therapy") affected and disturbed me the most.
FOLLOWUP ARTICLE:
I have reached a point in my life that I can now happily say that on my next birthday I will be 80 years old and am in excellent health.
This means that, for one thing, I have traveled a great deal around the world and seen some beautiful things, met some wonderful human beings of many races and of all life styles, from the very rich to very poor. This also means that I have seen some terrible and tragic things: poverty and disease, suffering and heartbreak, and all the terrible ways that humans sometimes treat each other, with the " .... do unto others as you would have them do unto you" not even a consideration. Unfortunately, not only does this negative treatment of one another continue, I see it increasing as the result of the pressures of living intensify, as the result of great planetary changes that are taking place all around us, and on all levels.
To apply this more specifically to my experience with Gabriel and his Aquarian Concepts Community, I don't recall in my long life of observing a situation where persons involved were pressured more to do the bidding of one man who's wishes are carried out by his elected hierarchy. In all the years I have observed this I have seen some wonderful souls come to the community. Many have left (one way or the other), some remain, and while I have seen some positive things accomplished, I must point out here that the GOAL of what I believe was to have transpired at the ACC, while perhaps has not yet defaulted, most certainly has been SHORTCIRCUITED, resulting in bad feelings, and even worse, it has affected many both emotionally and physically.
I am one who believes that a short life in the flesh on this planet is not the only ascension experience, and at this particular time, for many extraordinary reasons, it is obviously extreme, intense and challenging. And while I believe that the 'death' process is a graduation from one experience/class to the next, cutting life short is not a natural thing, and it pains me when I see it happen every day. This planet is notorious for it, through wars, increased violence, and a multitude of other ways.
During my years in the Aquarian Concepts Community I have seen people die simply of old age, they're bodies had worn out. But I have also seen deaths occur for other reasons, cancer being one of the main ones.
For example, a beautiful soul who had a Masters' degree in music came to join the community, and for a while she was teaching at a local High School until she was persuaded to quit that job and work for Gabriel full time. She directed his choir, taught music to students, and perhaps more importantly to Gabriel, she had the ability to arrange his songs for him. Unfortunately she was diagnosed with cancer and passed on. This was a very sad time for everyone in the community, particularly Gabriel, who announced that he felt "betrayed"; who now would direct his choir and arrange his songs?
There was another lovely person, the teen-age daughter of parents who were ACC members but separated, followed by the mother leaving first, then the father after the death of their daughter, as the result of a long, drawn-out, and rare form of cancer, which lingered through much surgery and pain.
While the loss of anyone is always sad, undoubtedly, the death of Gabriel's right hand man, the one he relied on so much and who had certain abilities that nobody else in the community had, was the greatest blow overall. Kevin Heinold, known also as Santeen, a huge man who I first met when he visited my school in California in 1976. Although often overbearing, he had the ability to manifest material things which Gabriel, I, or anyone else in the community did not have, resulting in the acquirement of most of the properties and wealth now held by Gabriel/ACC. The last event I attended at "Avalon Gardens" (now up for sale) was intended to bring about the healing of Santeen. Gabriel and Niann placed their hands on him, with all the higher-ranking members placing their hands on them, followed by all the rest of the community down to the lowest rank. It was a long ceremony, and I don't doubt that the prayers of every person were sincere. I later asked Santeen how he was feeling after this, and be said "much better". Unfortunately, it didn't work and he passed on anyhow in January 2005, just a few days from another man, Alyone, who also died.
Alyone was one of the nicest persons I have ever known and I considered him a real friend. Having sold a sheep ranch and left family in Australia, he moved to Sedona and joined ACC. Although a slightly built man, he contributed a huge amount of physical work, during which time he had a large rock fall on the lower part of his leg, putting him out of commission. It never healed, and it saddened me to see him regress emotionally, as well as physically. One of the last opportunities I had to visit with him, he tearfully told me he had lost faith in what he had come here for, but couldn't go back to Australia, that he didn't know what to do. I thought at the time his solution would probably be to pass on.
The most recent loss was that of a newly born baby.
The community doctor, Patrick Lawrence (AKA Landau), a high-strung, nervous man usually on the verge of hysteria, was previously licensed in Texas, and practiced general medicine, in Flat Rock. I early on became seriously concerned with his hesitancy to medically treat certain physical problems, but will address only the following as an example.
In the latter part of 2001 I began to feel quite ill, having dizzy spells and passing out, but was required to continue work for the community. Once, during a Sunday "Cosmo" service when the sermon went on endlessly, blood started running down my left arm and I knew I was going to lose consciousness, but I managed to get out to a bench near the front door. I wanted to get to my car to sit down out of the sun but didn't make it, and when I passed out my head hit a concrete barrier resulting in a slight concussion. I was carried to my car and when I regained consciousness the doctor informed me that because my "heart had stopped for a much-too-long a time", he thought he might have had to give me an injection to start it beating again but apparently decided that it wasn't necessary. Later, he commented that it was the 'fastest heart recovery he had ever seen." I was taken home where I was allowed to rest for two days, but was then ordered to resume work because "it was my duty to the Community", and my staying off the job is an "inconvenience to everyone else." Meanwhile, the doctor had no idea what was causing my problems. Because of my age, etc., I was covered by insurance and qualified to have a "provider doctor" outside the community whom I had begun to see, and when I told him about this recent experience he immediately sent me to a cardiologist at the hospital in Cottonwood. If you believe in God's perfect timing as I do, you will understand my appreciation of it because during the testing I lost consciousness in the arms of the cardiologist. This resulted in my spending the night in the Emergency Room, and having heart surgery early the next morning. I was shown the X-rays and could see that the arteries were plugged up, and this heart specialist advised me that if I didn't have the operation I would probably not live more than six months. He also stated that the reason I was losing consciousness was that the blood was not reaching my brain and that having not attended to the problem sooner, I was very lucky that it had not been seriously damaged. After the surgery I returned borne where I rested a few days before I was ‘encouraged' to resume community work as soon as possible. Dr. Lawrence, knowing I was going for these tests, had specifically advised me to NOT let them operate on my heart because "once they start, they won't stop", but he couldn't recall the name of the procedure he was referring to, although it is very common one undergone by many who have a heart disease.
During this ordeal, and afterwards during my efforts to recover, I felt there was still something else that was wrong: I could feel it in my body. Meanwhile Dr. Levin, my provider doctor, had insisted that I rest and when I explained the difficulty in getting it because of community policy, he wrote a 'prescription' stating, "This above captioned patient is unable to perform 'elder care' for the remainder of this month, in order that he attend to matters of his own health needs and concerns. Thanks." When Dr. Lawrence found about this he became very angry and accused the other doctor of trying to override him, and me of "recruiting these other doctors to get out of work". He further stated that Dr. Levin was "lying to take control of things and that I might have to change provider doctors". My response was to inform him that it was none of his business who my provider doctor was, that Medicare and myself made this decision only. Linda Cunningham (AKA Marayeh), the community psychologist, then accused me of "recruiting the other doctors out of pride and obstinacy", and that I was "distorting the facts". She further stated that I was "building a case and fabricating these things", and that "You have an incredible, pathological investment in seeing some people as being against you and trying to thwart you. That is your fantasy, and not reality."
During this period my Provider Doctor was having me take specific tests to try and determine what other reasons were the cause of my weakness, and as a result I was diagnosed with prostate cancer by the urologist he had sent me to.
Meanwhile Dr Lawrence had been given highly unusual instructions by Gabriel to attend all of the appointments of community members whenever they were able to see any doctors outside the community. While this would give him a needed education regarding these various medical practices, he would also know exactly what was going on with each patient/community member, which would be reported, like everything else, to Gabriel Niann, and the community psychologist, giving them a considerable advantage over the individual, and greatly contributing to their ability to be in control. I was always disturbed by the fact that there was never a "doctor-patient confidentiality agreement", since all medical records are shared by Lawrence and Cunningham, (the psychologist), with Gabriel and Niann. (It reminds me of the required detailed 'confessions', sometimes requested in writing a comprised list of all the negative things that the member thinks they may have done, not only in this life, but how they may have offended Gabriel, or others, in past ones. This compounded information places the subject-member in a compromising and susceptible situation, and gives those who have placed themselves in a position over them further control. Blackmail, would not be an inappropriate definition.)Furthermore, no one outside the community was allowed to pick up any of my prescriptions from the pharmacy, (the above mentioned wanted to know everything that had been prescribed for me) although it would have been more convenient, and I finally became so irritated with this nonsense that I refused to let anyone in the community pick up anything.
Dr. Lawrence was with me as usual when the urologist informed me that I had cancer, and who had thoroughly explained my options of surgery, radiation, or to do nothing. When we got into the car to go home, Dr. Lawrence first suggested that I choose to do nothing; an opinion I had become very leery of. I said I felt I wanted to wait three months; Dr. Lawrence suggested six. The urologist had said that he wouldn't advise me what I should do at this point, but did recommend that if I decided to have either radiation or surgery, that I not wait long since my PSA (prostate-specific antigen) count was dangerously high, and the cancer could easily spread into other parts of my body which would be fatal. I opted for the radiation, and [at] this point refused to allow Dr. Lawrence to accompany me to any more outside appointments.
Meanwhile, during these disturbing events, Dr. Lawrence had recommended that shots be given once a week: one injection of BI2 to help with low energy and one of another type for pain. He did not have these medications with him so an appointment was set up at which time he said he would come to my house to give the injections.
1. On Wednesday, October 10, an appointment was made for the next morning, Thursday, at 11 AM. The doctor did not show up nor did I hear from him.
2. Another appointment was made for Saturday, October 13, and when Dr. Lawrence asked if Iwould be home I told him I would be. He did not show up nor did I hear from him.
3. I reminded him at Sunday Service on October 14 that he had not kept the previous appointments, and he said he would be there right after that service. He did not show up nor did I hear from him.
4. An appointment was made for Monday, October 15 between 11 AM and noon. He did not show up nor did I hear from him.
5. An appointment was made for Tuesday A.M., October 16. He did not show up nor did I hear from him.
By this time I had given up on Dr. Lawrence, but was having so much pain that I finally called my Provider Doctor on late Friday, November 2, and he saw me at 9 AM Monday. I explained my problem, he gave me a prescription, which I had filled, and was home resting by 11 AM. All of which took a total of only two hours.
Meanwhile I did not hear from Dr. Lawrence until Friday, November 9, when he responded to a message I left for him saying that I felt so ill that I could not spend five hours doing elder care that evening. This caught his attention for a change, and he was at my door within 15 minutes of my call at which time he told me I could rest that night but that I had to continue working the next day -- which, in spite of feeling extremely ill, I did.
6. Since he didn't have his medical bag with him (again) he said he would be sure to come by the next day, Saturday, November 10, to give me the needed shots. He did not show up nor did I hear from him.
He finally showed up on Monday AM, November 12 and reiterated that shots should be given once a week, but since he didn't have his bag (again) a specific time should be set, such as Saturday mornings.
7. On Saturday, November 17 AM he did not show up for the appointment, nor did I hear from him.
At Sunday Service the next day I reminded him about the shots but no specific time was set.
8. On Wednesday, November 21, I called Dr. Lawrence saying that I felt so ill that I could not cook that afternoon for a whole household of people, for which I was scheduled. An appointment was made for shots the next day, Thursday, November 22 at 2 PM. He did not show up nor did I hear from him.
From Wednesday. October 10, through Thursday November 22, a total of 43 DAYS, eight appointments were made, which the doctor not only did not show up for, I never heard from him. I had to keep rescheduling appointments, and he continued to break them. When I brought this disturbing experience up at a meeting with Lawrence and the community counselor, Cunningham, I was accused of having an attitude problem and given several red "chips" (a form of punishment) for it.
This meeting was the final straw that 'broke my back', resulting in my calling Santeen (the now deceased one, who yielded the most power next to Gabriel) and demanded a meeting immediately, which he responded to and was at my house in a few minutes. I described all the above (and more) to him and demanded that both Dr. Lawrence and Cunningham "get out of my life and leave me alone". Fortunately, and wisely, Santeen agreed, and stated that he would immediately "take them out of my loop", tell them to leave me alone, and that I "should ignore them". They both 'backed off’ for a while, but later tried to resume their control and pressure over me, which I rejected until the time of my resignation.
In closing, I am going to add the following opinion -- which I know others agree with -- that people like Lawrence and Cunningham should never have licenses to practice anything that has to do with the health of others -- and that any licenses they now have should be taken away from them permanently.
John Thurstin