August 2017 update

What happened?

The medicos can only ever say about what happened to Kathryn as ‘we don’t know’
So me being me – went looking and this is what I found . .

Not politically correct . . .
A potted history of my family history – perhaps stop and think about your own.
I now know too much . .

So (too) much . .

Eventually I started looking through all Dr Suzanne Humphries was posting – and this is after my own researching over the decades . .


What was I thinking letting anyone near my precious baby?
NO vaccines are safe and non are indicated when you are breastfeeding – as I was  . .
And never when immuno-compromised – as she was.
And incidentally – ALL of my kids were jaundiced – well – that in the action of Vit K that I did not even know as given up and what is in that?

Poly sorbate 80 (causes infertility in rats – and they make heir own Vit C to detoxify their lives) .
NEVER a study of vaccinated versus unvaccinated ..


more with Hilary Butler #vaxxed #truth #science #Praybig

Posted by We Are Vaxxed on Sunday, August 6, 2017



I started Kathryn on the ncd liquid activated zeolites


I started Kathryn on a Glutathione accelerator


I went down the rabbit hole.


I started my waking up.

Vaxxed happened

What was said about this


The Vaxxed bus parents stories. .
N of 1 Vaxxed versus Unvaxxed children one family . .
This is also the Vitamin K – Why do we think nature gets it wrong?
Why not let nature birth?
Why not let our Jing unfold as it is to do?
Not interfered with?

All that happened to me and Kathryn Skye and brothers is explainable if you yourself look at the vaccine package inserts. Informed consent – not belligerent medical bullying and punitive Govt actions if you do not just trust. .
I trusted.

I am an ex vaccinating parent

This is the pro life /life affirming
I ‘won’ a lottery that a lot of parents have – when /if we stop and investigate – not believe what the orthodox medical people say and tell us to do . .

God help the Aussie kids and future . . as when all are messed with. .

What do we do then?
Not all parents are inquisitive – stroppy kiwi acu-mums as I was/am natural health care thinkers. .
What to do?
Listen to all of we ex vaccinating parents – do you want what we have?
Measles would have been there and gone
Stuffed for life is stuffed for life.
Children are not supposed to be ill – ever.


Kathryn photos

This mother has tried so hard to only present the beautiful shots.
These may be the only ones that exist

Little girl lost . .

1994 – About 7 years old
One of the few photos that exist where she is not sucking her thumb.
Passing for normal – except for the small head.
I suspect she was totally present and being absolutely still as she observed life around her.


March 2015 – a bush walking Kathryn.





Kathryn’s amazing ‘foster’ family in NZ.
(Where is she? At head of table in the blue clothes.


January 2015 – I gave her some acupuncture – and she LET ME!!!




Usual look – is so upsetting knowing that she was so ‘with it’ pre MMR . .


Kathryn with presents – December 2016




2016 (30 years old)
Looking SO MUCH like her dad and brother
Decades of thumb sucking.

Teeth all forwards as she has sucked so proficiently – all her life  ..
Unusual to be looking at the camera . .



Manipulating parents to vaccinate without due informed consent

Especially ‘dissing’ those who with more education being the worst offenders – supposedly making the world an unsafe place for the kids who are vaccinated – where is the logic here?

If we are worried about the babies – why are we not ensuring that they are grown as well as possible – and not scanned – as it is not safe – and are hassled out of mums early – possibly because they are not growing well?

Where are the great dietary models and Magnesium and other crucial nutrients pushed to insure the baby is perfectly made – and then we may ask why are there vaccinations like the totally unnecessary at that age (who is going to have unsafe sex or use contaminated needles on baby?)

Hep B injected – to corrupt an immune system which is not yet turned on – as it does not need to be as mum is to be the bridge out to the world?

Questions that a thinking parent may just ask.

It has taken a lot for me to pop up and say my piece – as I know what happens when anyone does around this hallowed topic.  Vaccination saves lives. What do we do when it wrecks them though?
Do we pretend that the parent is misguided?

Had I known what would happen to Kathryn there is no way I would have let her have the MMR – as even if she had all those at once – Vit C frequently, and clever use of homeopathics, lavendar oil in the bath and possibly Chinese herbs and acupuncture would have nailed it – and would not have left her in the mess the vaccine did – forever.  After all I had all those childhood illnesses – and it just meant time off school and being left in  a darkened room (rubella), being bored witless and getting better in time.

We live in First World conditions – s0 surely we can weather these things  as opposed to having the epidemic of peanut survival issues and autism and neurological and immunological tragedies befall our previously well children.

Perhaps some consideration for what nature would be doing to assist – instead of throwing poisons into a newborn’s blood stream.

Placental transmission. Vaginal preparation for the outside world. Colostrum to get the gut in action. Breast milk – preferably for at least 4 months with no other food substances and preferably for at least the 2 years as suggested by the WHO. Why? Natural immunity.

Research this yourself – it is a well known fact that breast milk is immunologically crucial for babies. If there is such worry about the possibility of babies getting disease – keeping them with mum, who is exclusively breastfeeding after a natural vaginal birth is safest.

Why is this not out there? There are some groups of mothers who are trying to let others know so what happened to their child may not happen to them. Perhaps start here and watch what one doctor discovered when she found herself out on a limb when asking why she had to vaccinate her terminally ill renal patients – their immune systems were alreally in strife . ..

Professor Wakefield already had the right idea – seek and find out why. Is vaccinating against MMR safe? Is it what has worked?

Inconvenient though it is – for him. Parents of damaged children at least had  answers. Solutions are often as easy as withdrawing what is making it worse – and alleviating what is possible – not just giving up when it is too hard for the standard medical people.

The message of this site – never stop looking for answers  – ask questions.

Wait for answers. There are no RCT to prove that vaccination is safe. Hence wait till child is old enough and then judiciously apply what you can to be safe in your eyes – as you are the one to wear the consequences. It is all a bit like arguing that the earth is flat – if we all sit about in fear that we might fall off – it is to us. If we on the other hand, go searching, we may well find more.





You decide where and how to please . . .
We can all drop wining and just be – at least for one minute in every day . . .

Here is the text of an email that was going around recently:

Two Choices

What would you do?….you make the choice. Don’t look for a punch line, there isn’t one. Read it anyway.

My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its Dedicated staff, he offered a question:

‘When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.’

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.

Where is the natural order of things in my son?’

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. ‘I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.’

Then he told the following story:

Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, ‘Do you think they’ll let me play?’

I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father Ialso understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, ‘We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.’

Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate,
The pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. 

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman’s head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, ‘Shay, run to first!

Run to first!’

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, ‘Run to second, run to second!’

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. 

All were screaming, ‘Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay’

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, ‘Run to third!

Shay, run to third!’

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, ‘Shay, run home! Run home!’

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

‘That day’, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, ‘the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world’.

Shay didn’t make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!


We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.

The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you’re thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you’re probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren’t the ‘appropriate’ ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.

We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the ‘natural order of things.’

So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:

Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it’s least fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:

1. Delete

2. Forward

May your day, be a Shay Day.

Stray Thoughts

What is so dreadful about having a massively brain injured daughter?

Seeing her as such, rather than as the whole spirit, who has come here to grow, to teach through example, and through the richness of experience that would have otherwise passed me by.

What is so terrible about being in the spot you personally currently wish you weren’t in?

Seeing it as awful, dreadful, and languishing in the experience, rather than looking at it from a different angle, and cleaning out all those corners that you have hidden from yourself.  Even if they are not the ‘right’ ones to sort out the current situation, they won’t be there to be triggered into action another day, by another incident.

Gathering together people with like belief systems to shore up your position is not likely to do more than make you feel more vindicated in where you stand, and less able to move out of where it is that you are stuck in.

Having Skye in my life touched all those who experienced us.  Hopefully if for no other reason, than a guilty gratitude that it was me walking this path, and not them.  Little did anyone know, that it was me that felt so very grateful, that I had been given the opportunity to see past ‘normal’, and out beyond.





Skye’s Own Journey Interspersed With That of Her Mother

At some point into the ‘rescue’ mission, I realised that my original timespan of three years was not going to be met.  Not ‘normal’ in three years.  The dawning of the realisation that possibly never ‘normal’.  The final acceptance of her perfection, as my perfect daughter.  Not like anyone else’s, as I was not anyone else.  I was living a different life, not always necessarily pleasant or calm for my personality and earthly desires.

Skye often went on what I called her ‘integrative holidays from life”.  Meaning – she is taking time out to decide whether to keep on going, or to opt out.  Usually she did this in a dramatic way.  Stopping eating altogether.  Radically ill.  On a drip in hospital.  Coasting in neutral gear, hibernation mode – very difficult to observe, as her mother holding a desired outcome of well and “normal”.

After each of these, she changed.  Physically, as a naturopath I could watch her changes in a  detached diagnostic manner.   Her irises gradually went from black, through very, very dark brown, to where I could finally see the immense number of nerve rings.  The naturopathic concepts of going back through ‘disease’ seemed to be so if we looked at the progression in her eyes.  She gradually became less autistic. Very slowly.

Her Mother’s Story

I started giving her on powdered Chinese herbs in adult quantities., three times daily, mixed with ripe banana for palatability.  She had to have this to eat.  Thankfully she was obsessed with eating. The previous dance of attempting to align normal body functions became less intense as they worked their magic.  There became a very gradual “un-misting of her consciousness”.  Slowly a spark of possibly someone present looking out through her eyes.  The dawning of more than blankness in her expression.  An awakening.  An occasional reprieve from the chaos and the horror of the unusual that had re-framed our new parameters of ‘normal’, in living with her.

I learnt to watch her suffering, her misery, her frustration, her anger, her terror, her withdrawal, and her incredibly tentative glimpses of reaching out, of opening her barriers, her attempts enough to try again – at her speed.  It was her journey.  Her path.

I had no idea what it was that she had to shift through, before she could get to where everyone else took as a right, as a part of being human.  I did find that I could guide, I could support, but that I could not force the process.  Where I wanted her to go, what I wanted her to be was not necessarily where she WAS to be.

I could then draw a parallel in my old life (at that point there I was early thirties) as a teacher and practitioner of acupuncture.  As I had learnt through my life to date, the easiest path is often the one that looked the hardest.  That which I resisted the most usually ended up being the answer to many apparent problems.  That by stopping and seeing that which I would expend the greatest amount of energy avoiding, was often the short cut. If I just had the wit to see.

In this present life, when people walk in my door wanting me to rid them of some pesky problem, to ‘fix’ something that feels uncomfortable, I often wonder if they really know just what it is that they may also move, if they allow themselves the space, like I learnt to with my daugher.

To see that more is often achieved by allowing the dis-ease, the discomfort and the pain attached to a belief system, to remain – to change the focus and instead – to let go of the belief system.  To work on the ‘self’ that allows the ‘problem’ to be there, rather than be forever distracted by the results of self eating, drinking, being who self thinks self is.


Skye’s mother’s learnings

To complete the picture, to acknowledge the energy giving the structure resonance.  As in the case of the dying baby – when a change was effected in one area, a whole shift in the fabric of all levels of existence.  Consequential to the release of a blockage, all could move on.  Battle ended by appropriate action.

In Skye’s case, the constant battle to Not Be. (here), needing to be addressed, more than the ways she creatively manifested to exist

1) – I came to allow and accept the incredible shifts that needed to happen in order for me to go on to the next step.  I learnt that everything we do as therapists is band-aiding.  Regardless of the apparent causes on this plane, the real reason, acceptance and the understanding, seem to have to come through our time experiencing the fires of life.

2) – The degree of suffering is evidenced by the amount of resistance we put up in not discarding that which no longer serves us.  To be able to cast aside the past, and those conditions and beliefs that hold that past to us, allows us to devise a different set of ‘rules’ in the game of life, to match the present we are in, if we can only be there.

3) – I learnt that this play, the game we see as life can be vastly altered backstage.  In me changing who and what I was, my daughter was granted the space to reassess.  Just as the dying baby’s script was altered when her parents had the courage to confront their worst fears.  Just as the young man who had, until I offered an alternative, thought of himself as ALWAYS AND FOREVER a paraplegic.

4) – Skye showed me how to transcend my own handicaps (what I held dear as my belief systems).  Her labels (blindness, deafness, cerebral palsy, brain injury, profound intellectual impairment, epilepsy, autism) were matched by my own – pride, ego, independence, lack of faith in universal providence, and a general ignorance in thinking that I was in charge.  As I worked through mine, hers moved on.

As I changed and healed, so did she.

Was this a ‘placebo’ effect in some way?  Was it that when I saw her differently, that gave her permission to give it a go?  At times, it seemed so.  Or was it that as she changed, I could?  Ultimately who cares?  If the desired result is achieved because someone believed it to be so, and it was, is this not then healing?  That it is not effected in the orthodox manner is hardly a worry for the recipient.

However, to the observer, ‘unsafe’ may be triggered if the world is not always following ‘the rules’.  After all, this is all ‘anecdotal’.  Where are the double blind trials?  Maybe all a case of misdiagnosis – not really THAT brain injured.  Not really cortically blind, and now seeing well enough to pick little bits off the floor.  Not really THAT damaged, as how could she now possibly have THAT much function?


Kathryn Skye’s family of origin

Our Personal Journey

Why did the soul who chose to be here in my life, as Skye manifest the experience?  Was it to teach me to go beyond what had been my previous limits?  Was it to teach me that I, as an ego driven personality was not in charge?  Was it to allow me to finally break through a vast array of issues that had held me stagnant in my life?  Was it to allow the changes wrought in me to totally alter how I was as a person, a mother, a teacher and a therapist?

It did all of these.

Was it just her story? I have not/can not speak for her father. This definitely shaped the lives of her older brothers.  They both had a major role in her growth.  Sean, more as a co-worker, part of the therapy team, a stand-in adult.  Josh (now Ty) as a brother.  The sort who trips you up, hassles you and generally is more real, than those who see you as ‘damaged’.  She was his little sister.  The only baby he knew.  It was often Josh who just knew what it was she was saying, or wanting.  Both sons had very enriched lives as a consequence of sharing their childhood’s with her.

Both sons were invaluable for their mother, to keep a sense of perspective.

Through all of the intense life and near death dramas we experienced, I learnt to step back.  To be guided not by wanting to rescue, but by acknowledging another’s process.  To recognise beyond the apparent, to respect the life force, the currents flowing through the tapestry of what we believe to be our lives, reality more than this ‘here’ and ‘now’.