Government admits Cannabis Kills Cancer but ‘Rick Simpson Oil’ is still not legal!
In early 2015, the US government’s Department of Health finally admitted that Cannabis kills cancer cells. It is vital to understand that this is not a ‘discovery’, because it has known for decades that the active ingredient of this naturally occurring plant – called Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) – is highly effective at destroying cancer cells!
In 1974 researchers at the Medical College of Virginia, funded by the National Institute of Health to find evidence that marijuana damages the immune system, instead found that THC slowed the growth of three kinds of cancer in mice — lung and breast cancer, and a virus-induced leukemia.
The DEA quickly shut down the Virginia study and all further cannabis/tumor research, according to Jack Herer in his book, “The Emperor Wears No Clothes”, but the final nail in the coffin, was President Gerald Ford’s unilateral decision to put an end to all public cannabis research, at the same time granting exclusive research rights to major pharmaceutical companies to develop synthetic forms of THC. Not only did these companies fail to get the Golden Egg they were after, they also killed the Golden Goose through their suppression of legitimate research.
Countless numbers of human lives have been lost to cancer and other diseases in the past 40 years, whilst these companies have continued to rake in sickening amounts of profit, all-the-while claiming to do ‘research’ for the benefit of humankind.
Make no mistake, the ‘treatment’ of cancer is BIG Business! Does the theme of ‘profits before people’ sound familiar?
According to one of the top stories on Alternet, back in 2000, researchers in Madrid announced they had destroyed incurable brain tumors in rats by injecting them with THC, and this marked only the second time in history that THC had been administered to tumour-carrying animals.
The Madrid researchers reported in the 2000 March issue of “Nature Medicine” that they injected the brains of 45 rats with cancer cells, producing tumors whose presence they confirmed through magnetic resonance imaging (MRI). On the 12th day they injected 15 of the rats with THC and 15 with Win-55,212-2 a synthetic compound similar to THC. “All the rats left untreated uniformly died 12-18 days after glioma (brain cancer) cell inoculation … Cannabinoid (THC)-treated rats survived significantly longer than control rats. THC administration was ineffective in only three rats, which died by days 16-18. Nine of the THC-treated rats surpassed the time of death of untreated rats, and survived up to 19-35 days. Moreover, the tumor was completely eradicated in three of the treated rats.” The rats treated with Win-55,212-2 showed similar results.
The Spanish researchers, led by Dr. Manuel Guzman of Complutense University, also irrigated healthy rats’ brains with large doses of THC for seven days, to test for harmful biochemical or neurological effects but they found none.
The psychoactive chemical in marijuana promoted the death of brain-cancer cells by helping them feed on themselves in a process known as autophagy. The results were published in the April 2009 issue of the Journal of Clinical Investigation and are available free online.
Today, most people remain unaware of the Madrid discovery and the earlier Virginia discovery because these discoveries were either entirely squashed or not deemed ‘newsworthy’. Incredibly, the Madrid announcement was not carried by major newspapers! Certainly, for those believe that the mainstream media are simply the puppets of those in power, this will certainly not come as a surprise. Instead, the media continues to run gutter-science reports on marijuana’s effects. With so much conflicting information out there, it’s no wonder people are downright confused, not to mention ‘fearful’ of ingesting even small quantities of this health plant for medicinal purposes.
Guzman’s investigation is the only time since the 1974 Virginia study that THC has been administered to live tumor-bearing animals but, in an email interview, the Madrid researcher said he had heard of the Virginia study, but had never been able to locate literature on it. “I am aware of the existence of that research. In fact I have attempted many times to obtain the journal article on the original investigation by these people, but it has proven impossible,” he said.
In 1983 the Reagan/Bush Administration tried to persuade American universities and researchers to destroy all 1966-76 cannabis research work, including compendiums in libraries, and large amounts of information have since disappeared.
What is sad to see is that the story of ‘cannabis killing cancer’ has again been ‘leaked’ this year as though it was something new! The new story also doesn’t tell you that THC is the reason cancer cells die. It has now mixed the ‘facts’, emphasizing the necessity of radiation treatment in conjunction with tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) and cannabidiol (CBD).
“Recent animal studies have shown that marijuana can kill certain cancer cells and reduce the size of others,” the NIDA report said. “Evidence from one animal study suggests that extracts from whole-plant marijuana can shrink one of the most serious types of brain tumours. Research in mice showed that these extracts, when used with radiation, increased the cancer-killing effects of the radiation.”
Do you notice the difference? The natural medicine isn’t good enough on its own (apparently) but ‘must’ be used in conjunction with radiation therapy.
If you read the latest information carefully, you will see (quite clearly) that the emphasis has been placed on radiation, and not on THC. It’s a subtle but powerful from of hypnosis because if you already believe that radiation/chemo is the only way you will ‘kill cancer’, then this subtle type of suggestion will reinforce that belief.
The suppression of key information to the public back in 1974 and then 2000 is sinister enough, and now we have a ‘timed media release’ by those in authority to twist the information to suit their own agenda of profiteering, whilst appearing humanitarian.
Those of you reading this article need to know that these events run in parallel to the wholly unnecessary persecution of a law-abiding and most wonderful Canadian citizen named Rick Simpson, strung up on false charges of ‘drug trafficking’ even though he made and gave away Cannabis Oil to cancer patients for free – so he didn’t make any money!
Man’s history has been dark and protracted largely due to human ignorance and greed. This is another of those stories that will mark the annals of time. One man’s quest to share Cannabis Oil with the world is unjustly persecuted whilst Big Pharma’s tentacles continues to assert its dominance through our mainstream media stories.
What triggered Rick Simpson’s personal journey to discover the medicinal use of Cannabis (also known as Hemp, Marijuana or Pot) was his cousin’s diagnosis of cancer in 1972 and subsequent, rapid progression to death within just a few months.
This event severely impacted Simpson as his cousin was like a brother to him. Two years later, in 1974, Simpson was listening to his car radio when he heard the results of the medical study at the University of Virginia claiming that THC reduced brain tumors in mice. However, ‘the guy on the radio was laughing like a fool’, Simon recalled, so he thought it was a joke. Due to the suppression of that information and further studies on Cannabis, he never heard anything more about it, so he figured it must be a joke.
As we already know, President Gerald Ford put an end to all public cannabis research two years later and granted exclusive rights to major pharmaceutical companies to develop synthetic THC.
In December 1997, more than twenty years later, a severe accident at work lead Rick Simpson down the path to ‘discover’ what is now finally being admitted, in part.
He was covering asbestos on the boiler pipes with duct tape, using an aerosol spray that allowed the tape to stick to the asbestos. The fumes caused a nervous-system shutdown and he fell backwards off his ladder, striking his head on a steel loading ring.
When he eventually came to, he was hung up in the pipes by the side of the boiler. He slowly made his way back to his office and fumbled around for over an hour trying to call for help, but he couldn’t even make the phone work. Finally, when another engineer showed up for his shift, he took Simpson to the emergency room.
When asked his name, Simpson had no response. He was taken to the trauma center and put on oxygen.
“It felt like my head was going to explode,” he says. “I remember it looked like people were moving funny — they were kind of jerky. I told the doctor, and he just kind of shook his head.”
After three hours in the trauma center, the sensation went away and Simpson was told to go home.
He doesn’t remember much about the next few days, including the drive home, but somehow he made it. When his next scheduled shift came up on Christmas Eve, Simpson reported for work even though he was still feeling woozy. At around 10pm that night, while still at work, Simpson’s head began ringing. The ringing got louder and louder. By 3am, he was back in the emergency room seeking immediate treatment. When the nurse checked his blood pressure, she was so alarmed that she immediately gave him a pill and called a doctor.
The ringing never went away.
“At lower levels, it’s about 93 decibels,” he says, “which is about the same as having a lawn mower running in your living room. I became very short-tempered. They tried every possible drug, but nothing worked. It got so bad I wanted to shoot myself.”
Within a year, Simpson was having trouble remembering anything because he was taking 1,000 mg of Tegretol (carbamazepine), an anticonvulsant, a day. Tegretol is an anticonvulsant which works by decreasing nerve impulses that cause seizures and pain.
One day, rather synchronously, Simpson watched an episode of Dr. David Suzuki’s The Nature of Things, Canada’s longest-running documentary series, focusing on the enormous promise of marijuana as a natural medicine, and this triggered his memory of the radio announcement on the Virginia study in 1974.
He immediately went back to his doctor to ask if marijuana would help but was told it was bad for the lungs and still ‘under study’. Heeding his inner voice, Simpson went out nonetheless, got hold of some marijuana and tried it to see for himself.
The results were nothing short of incredible in terms of pain-relief – and based on his experience, Simpson went back again and asked for a prescription for ‘medical use of marijuana’. They still wouldn’t give it to him.
Simpson was facing an entrenched belief system that said ‘Cannabis was bad’ and that the people who used it were drug addicts. There was also the issue of ‘power’ and ‘money’ behind the scenes as to what information was allowed to be given out to the public, and how that information was disseminated.
Since 1972, Cannabis has been on Schedule I of the Controlled Substances Act, the most tightly restricted category reserved for drugs which have ‘no currently accepted medical use’.
By 2001, Simpson was a chemical zombie from all the drugs he’d been taking but ever hopeful to get legal medical access to marijuana, so he asked his doctor, “What would you think if I took the plant and made an essential oil, and then ingested the oil rather than smoked it?”
The doctor agreed that this would be a more medicinal way to take it, but still refused to write a prescription allowing Simpson legal access to the plant!
A few months later, the doctor informed him that they had tried every possible ‘legal’ treatment (remember, ‘legal’ treatment is basically when the pharmaceuticals make a profit from you, and ‘illegal’ when they don’t) and nothing had worked.
Simpson was now on his own and, quite rightly, he decided to stop taking pharmaceuticals and start ingesting cannabis oil exclusively. His testimony shows that the truth doesn’t depend on the approval of man-made laws, which actually seek to control the actions (not to mention access to health) of the many just to increase the wealth and power of just the few.
“I didn’t really believe the hemp oil could bring me back the way it did,” he recalls. “But once the medical system gave up on me, I just continued making oil and taking it on a regular basis. The ringing was still there, but now I could live with it. Within a few months, people saw the difference. The oil controlled the pain, my blood pressure, and it allowed me to sleep. I lost weight and looked 20 years younger.”
For many years, Simpson had lived with three suspicious spots on his skin — two on his face and one on his chest.
In January 2003, the doctor surgically removed the spot near Simpson’s eye and sent it in for a biopsy. A week later, Simpson was sitting at home when he recalled the 1974 news report about THC and cancer. “I knew I was supposed to go back and get the other two spots removed,” Simpson says. “When I removed the bandage from the spot they had removed, I noticed it looked red and infected, and there was pus coming out of it. That’s when the news report from 30 years earlier kicked in. I looked at the oil and I thought, â€˜Well, this is full of THC, and I’ve probably got skin cancer.’ I put a little oil on two band-aids and covered the two little bumps. Four days later, I took the band-aids off and both bumps had disappeared!”
Within a few weeks, the cancer tissue that had been surgically removed reappeared. So Simpson tried the same treatment with the oil and band-aids and got the same results – no further surgery required, and no side effects from the ‘drug’.
Simpson was overjoyed by his innocent discovery, triggered by hearing the radio report on THC back in 1974, and he could hardly wait to share this information with his doctor, who had for so long resisted marijuana as a treatment for his head injury!
After picking up his pathology report, he casually mentioned to the receptionist (who was also the doctor’s wife) that he had something important to discuss with her husband. “I treated my skin cancers with hemp oil — ” he began, but he’d barely gotten the words “hemp oil” out, he recalls, before the receptionist went ballistic: “The doctor will not go there!” she yelled. “The doctor will not prescribe this!”
“I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone,” Simpson says now. “I’d just told her I cured my cancer, and she should have been interested. It was freaky.”
Simpson soon made a visit to his mother’s house. For years, she had suffered from weeping psoriasis. He applied the oil to her infected skin, and within a few weeks the sores were healed and the scales had disappeared.
Thus began the long journey of Rick Simpson and his miraculous cannabis-oil medicine, which has now become affectionately known as RSO (Rick Simpson Oil).
At first, a lot of people didn’t want to put the oil on their skin but, nonetheless, he treated 50 to 60 people for various skin conditions in the first year.
The following year, he was treating a man with a melanoma cancer on his left cheekbone which had been removed five times. “It was a nasty-looking thing — you could put your finger right into the hole. I told him I could heal it, but of course he didn’t believe me. Three weeks later, it was completely healed. And that’s when he mentioned to me he had glaucoma. I said, â€˜Well, hemp is the best treatment for glaucoma.’ He was the first one to start eating the oil other than me. At that time, he also had arthritis and had to sleep with a pillow between his knees. About two weeks after taking the oil, he stopped sleeping with a pillow, and his ocular pressure was already way down. When I started giving him the oil, the pressure was around 31 or 32. Last time I checked, it was 13 or 14.”
Simpson wasn’t a doctor, but he didn’t need to be!
Once Simpson started giving people the oil to take internally, it was only a matter of time before he tried it with cancer patients. Simpson became increasingly confident of the oil’s healing properties after it was successfully used by several people with internal cancers. Even patients with Stage 4 terminal cancer — people who had been given only weeks to live — were miraculously brought back to health. Not only did the oil heal diabetic ulcers with a topical application, it also cured diabetes and allowed some patients to stop using insulin. Simpson kept treating patients until they got better, but he soon determined that a 60-gram treatment was necessary for serious illnesses.
The oil is eaten as quickly as possible, starting with small doses until a resistance is established. Eating a gram of cannabis oil a day can be disorienting at first, but many adapt rapidly to the pharmacological effects.
Simpson wanted to share this information with the world, and with the ‘authorities’ but ingrained belief systems are virtually impossible to shift, especially when there is a power struggle.
After Simpson successfully treated a woman with cervical cancer, she visited the local chapter of the Royal Canadian Legion, a veterans’ organisation whose lodges function as unofficial town halls in remote areas of Canada, to share her story and Rick Dwyer, the bartender, was so fascinated by the woman’s story that he asked her to invite Simpson to drop by.
“I met Rick in 2005,” Dwyer recalls now. “He told me he could cure skin cancer and diabetic ulcers and other skin diseases. I didn’t believe him, but I could see he was sincere, so I asked if I could go with him to visit some of the people he was treating. So I interviewed his patients, and there was no doubt there was something to what he was doing.”
Within a short period of time, Simpson found himself treating members of Dwyer’s Legion chapter, and the cannabis oil continued to show successful results against a variety of chronic illnesses and infections.
As a past president of the organization, Dwyer knew the Legion’s mission — to serve veterans and their dependents, promote remembrance, and act in the service of Canada — and he felt strongly that this included a responsibility to share the information about Simpson’s oil with as many people as possible. Dwyer also contacted the local public-health authorities and asked them to investigate. He made calls to elected officials.
“Nobody would even come look at the evidence,” Dwyer says. “I told the zone commander, â€˜People are suffering, and this stuff works.’ But I just kept running into brick wall after brick wall.”
The Royal Canadian Mounted Police had already raided Simpson’s property in 2003, after hearing reports that he was circulating cannabis oil. They seized all the plants in his backyard and confiscated his oil, but no charges were filed. In 2005, Simpson voluntarily returned to the RCMP office to drop off scientific information supporting his treatment, as well as a videotape containing interviews with patients. He made it clear to the RCMP that he intended to keep helping people who had nowhere else to turn. He continued to get plants to make the oil by working out trades whereby local marijuana farmers brought in their buds and split the oil they generated with Simpson.
Shortly after Simpson dropped off his video with the RCMP, the Mounties returned and seized 1,620 plants from his backyard, this time arresting him and charging him with ‘marijuana possession, cultivation and trafficking.’
Meanwhile, Dwyer’s father had checked into the hospital with Stage 4 lung cancer. “He also had a bad heart and sugar diabetes,” Dwyer says. “I remember telling him, â€˜Dad, don’t take the chemotherapy — if you take it, you’re dead. Go to Rick and get some oil and your chances of survival will be a lot better.’ I remember my father looking at me, and what was he thinking? â€˜My son has no medical background.’ Who’s he going to trust?
“After his first chemotherapy treatment, he swelled up real bad. His legs swelled; his arms were full of fluid. He was suffering horribly. The doctors told us he wasn’t going to make it. He talked to us and said the things a father says to his children when he knows he’s going to die. I just kept thinking about the oil. I knew it worked on skin cancers and diabetic ulcers, but I wasn’t sure it would work internally. So I called Rick and said my dad only had 24 hours to live, 48 at the most. Rick didn’t know if it was too late. I think my dad wanted to die, he was suffering so horribly. It was like he was breathing out of a straw. I had a tube of oil in my pocket, and I remember thinking, â€˜I’ll probably get arrested if I give this to him.’ I asked the nurse to give him the oil, but she refused. The doctors didn’t want to be responsible. So I put some oil on a cracker, and my father ate it. Then I left the hospital, and my brothers stayed on the death watch.”
When Dwyer returned the next morning, something truly miraculous had taken place: His father had slept soundly for the first time in weeks, and he continued to sleep throughout the day. When he finally woke up, he had a smile on his face. “I thought to myself, â€˜My God, he’s got a chance, but I’ve got to get him out of this hospital,’” Dwyer says. An ambulance took his father home, and he continued eating the oil for the next few months. “He was breathing better and didn’t want the oxygen anymore. The oil healed two sores on his legs. The fluid went out of his arms and legs. But what really shocked me was that his prostate was shot, and one day he asked the nurse to take out the catheter. She said he’d have to go back to the hospital to have it put back in, and that would hurt like hell. And I looked at him and said, â€˜Dad, can you pee?’ And he said, â€˜Yes!’ I told the nurse to take it out, and I watched him pee like a racehorse.” Then something even more remarkable happened: “The nurse came to check his lungs one day and said, â€˜Clear as a bell.’”
After that, says Dwyer, “I decided to hold a meeting at the Legion and invite the politicians, the police and the media so they could meet the people who had been cured of cancer and other diseases. The meeting was just supposed to look at the evidence so they could draw their own conclusions.”
But on the day that the meeting was scheduled to be held, Maritime Command changed the locks on his Legion chapter’s doors and informed Dwyer that his rights and privileges had been revoked. The Legion hall would remain closed until a new executive committee could be formed. An anonymous phone caller to Dwyer’s wife said ominously: “Tell Rick he’s getting in over his head.” She took the call as a veiled threat and broke down.
Rick Simpson’s trial in September of 2007 was a carefully stage-managed affair. Simpson had obtained 48 sworn affidavits from patients, but the presiding judge decided that no medical testimony would be allowed. “I had people cured of terminal cancer sitting in the court waiting to testify — they wouldn’t let them on the stand! They wouldn’t let me introduce any scientific evidence. I defended myself, and when I cross-examined the Mounties, first thing I did was hold up a copy of an interview I’d given to the Spring Hill Record from September of 2004, one year before I was charged. It was a full-page article detailing everything I was doing. Would a criminal have a full-page article in the newspaper detailing his activities? Then they brought out their expert. So I said, â€˜You are a marijuana expert for the RCMP, correct? What do you know about hemp?’ He said, â€˜Nothing, because hemp and marijuana are different plants.’ I got out the book and read the law from 1923, which says nothing about â€˜marijuana,’ but does call it â€˜Indian hemp.’ So I shredded himâ€”I beat them hands down, even without the medical testimony.”
The jury needed only three hours to deliberate. But when Simpson was called back into the courtroom for the verdict, he noticed that the crown prosecutor wasn’t in the room. A witness later told him that the prosecutor was seen departing the jury room right before the jury was brought back into the courtroom. It proceeded to find him guilty on all counts. “So I got in touch with the judge, but he wouldn’t do a damn thing. They can tamper with juries, but not us. Then he called me into the side room before sentencing and said, â€˜Rick, the truth of the matter is that the government wants the researchers to bring this out.’ I looked at him and said, â€˜If one of your kids was diagnosed with cancer tomorrow, what would you be looking for?’ And down went his head. So we go back into the courtroom, and he says: â€˜In my 34 years in the legal system, I’ve never seen a case like this. There was no criminal intent.’ He admitted the scientific evidence exists to back up what I was doing. Now I was facing 12 years in jail, but he gave me a $2,000 fine and didn’t even put me on probation, because he was getting a little bit of conscience. One time I used to be proud to be a Canadian; now that word means nothing to me.”
Thanks to an Internet video titled Run From the Cure, which Simpson produced with filmmaker Christian Laurette, hundreds of thousands of people have been introduced to his cannabis-oil treatment.
Unfortunately, not everyone is saved by the oil. Simpson estimates that his success rate with terminal-cancer patients is about 70%. “The ones that can’t be saved are usually the ones who’ve had the most chemotherapy and radiation, or wait too long to start the treatment,” he says. “They have to be able to stay alive long enough for the oil to start to work.”
The fact is that most patients who undergo chemotherapy die from the treatment, not the disease – but because chemotherapy is a trillion dollar industry that supports the biggest pharmaceutical companies in the world, so it’s unlikely these mega corporations – ruled by a handful of greedy, self-serving hypocrites – will give up this immense, continuous profit stream without a severe struggle, no matter how many dead bodies pile up.
It’s your duty to stop believing the crap you are fed in the media. Do your own research, get informed, and test this out for yourself! If you, or a loved one, can benefit, why would you wait for the ‘powers that be’ to grant you the gift of life.
How utterly insane that we have given our power away to such an obscene degree!
Eventually, the law must change when enough people demand change but, right now, you can either tremble in fear of ‘the law’ (made by the same politicians who get paid huge backhanders from Corporate Giants to keep things exactly as they are) or you can take care of yourself without revealing your own healing process to others who are not willing to accept it at this time.
Follow Rick on Facebook, and watch this inspiring 30 minute video titled, “The Rick Simpson Story: Healing Cancer with Cannabis’.
Ps If want to learn how to make a small batch of this oil for yourself, watch this home instructional video by Dr. T. H. Hunt.