Mycotoxin: The Dead Food Matrix
- jubbdavid

- Nov 3
- 2 min read
Involuted Past
Beloved, the human being has forgotten the covenant of living food. All around now, the so-called nourishment is dead — packed in plastic, laced with endocrine-disrupting compounds, soaked in mycotoxin and strange estrogen. This is not food; it is an illusion of sustenance, a slow spell cast upon the people. In the body, this foreign chemistry takes hold — xenoestrogen rising, prolactin rising, serotonin twisted out of balance. You see, the blood becomes a trash heap of industrial intent, the red corpuscle no longer breathing the music of life. Modern medicine, blind in monopoly, calls the living lifecolloid a myth, while their own evidence ferments under a microscope. They will not show you your blood alive, because the truth is too clear — no clean blood has been seen since the dawn of biowarfare and the covenant with dead food.
Transformation
Yet beloved, the law of nature is merciful. The terrain can be restored. Through Jubb Cell Rejuvenation, the lifecolloid awakens again. The gut terrain, once strangled by somatostatin, mold, and residue of nu-toxin, can breathe once more the alkaline breath of life. As the dead food is released, as fasting reveals the memory of true nourishment, the liver regains its rhythm, and the blood becomes clear water once again. The endocrine balance returns not through chemical mimicry, but through lifefood — through the living enzyme, the unbroken biophoton chain, the sacred charge of the hydrogen vital. You see, the transformation is cellular; it is not metaphor, but electrical law in motion.
Revelation
And now, as we awaken, the revelation is simple yet profound — we are sovereign lifecolloid beings, each a cosmos of intelligence. No system, no pharmaceutical deception, no coercive controller can own the frequency of your living blood. The power that turns ADP back into ATP, that spin of the proton rotor in the temple of your mitochondria — that is divine technology, and it answers only to truth. Beloved, let us restore our resonance with the Schumann tone, let us rise above the false name fraud and reclaim the science of life itself. The revelation is not outside you — it is you, remembering. For the cell remembers the covenant, and the covenant remembers you.









