nibirushock's video: Pt 3 3 Genetic Mutations Morgellons Fibers: New Reality to Humanity - Time Runs Out

(Pt.3/3) PotentNews.com unveils the covert and most deliberate worldwide chemwebs-related morgellons fiber attacks in most unique and skincreeping way. A heart touching down to earth video documentary. Warning and word of caution: not for mainstream dummies believing any official story (of denial from any government) without taking personal responsibility to research, to discern and to think critically with a rational and logical mind and with reason. Original here (Potent News) 152,000 views: ►https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hf7QqOm7eG4 Watch all video parts in playlist here: ►https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DINKbS1SdrU&index=9&list=PL5C8A42E025039D1D Subtitle: Caution! Blind Global Invasion of Morgellons Micro-Organisms & Fibers. The Nano Ebola Virus. "Perhaps we need some outside, universal threat, to make us recognize this common bond. I occasionally think how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish, if we were facing an alien threat from outside this world." ~ President Ronald Reagan (speech to the United Nations General Assembly, 42nd General Assembly - September 21, 1987) Remember: evil never plays fair, because if it did, it wouldn't stand a chance to win. Don't ever think that when the devil goes down, that he wouldn't take humanity with him, because he will. "If these days weren't cut short, no flesh would survive." ~ The Big Old Wise Book "It's a big club... and you ain't in it." ~ George Carlin Always use discernment. ~ nibirushock 2016 The Itch Nobody Can Scratch A new disease is plaguing thousands, but experts are in conflict over its origins—and whether it exists at all. It began the way it so often begins, so those that tell of it say: with an explosion of crawling, itching and biting, his skin suddenly alive, roaring, teeming, inhabited. A metropolis of activity on his body. This is not what fifty-five-year-old IT executives from Birmingham expect to happen to them on fly-drive breaks to New England. But there it was and there he was, in an out-of-town multiscreen cinema in a mall somewhere near Boston, writhing, scratching, rubbing, cursing. His legs, arms, torso — God, it was everywhere. He tried not to disturb his wife and two sons as they gazed up, obliviously, at Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. It must be fleas, he decided. Fleas in the seat. That night, in his hotel, Paul could not sleep. “You’re crazy, Dad,” said the boys. It must be ticks, mites, something like that. But none of the creams worked, nor the sprays. Within days, odd marks began to appear, in the areas where his skin was soft. Red ones. Little round things, raised from his skin. Paul ran his fingertips gently over them. There was something growing inside them, like splinters or spines. He could feel their sharp points catching. Back home, he told his doctor, “I think it’s something strange.” Paul had tests. It wasn’t scabies. It wasn’t an allergy or fungus. It wasn’t any of the obvious infestations. Whatever it was, it had a kind of cycle. The creeping and the crawling was the first thing. Then the burrowing and then biting, as if he was being stabbed with compass needles. Then the red marks would come and, inside them, the growing spines. One evening, nearly a year after his first attack, Paul’s wife was soothing his back with surgical spirit when she noticed that the cotton swab had gathered a bizarre blue-black haze from his skin. Paul dressed quickly, drove as fast as he could to Maplin’s, bought a microscope and placed the cotton beneath the lens. He focused. He frowned. He focused again. His mouth dropped open. Dear God, what were they? Those weird, curling, colored fibers? He opened his laptop and Googled: ‘Fibers. Itch. Sting. Skin.’ And there it was — it must be! All the symptoms fit. He had a disease called Morgellons. A new disease. According to the website, the fibers were the product of creatures, unknown to science, that breed in the body. Paul felt the strong arms of relief lift the worry away. Everything was answered, the crucial mystery solved. But as he pored gratefully through the information on that laptop screen, he had no idea that Morgellons would actually turn out to be the worst kind of answer imaginable. Morgellons was named in 2002, by American mom Mary Leitao, after she learned of a similar-sounding (but actually unrelated) condition that was reported in the seventeenth century, in which children sprouted hairs on their backs. Leitao’s son had been complaining of sores around his mouth and the sensation of ‘bugs’. Using a microscope, she found him to be covered in red, blue, black and white fibers. Since then, experts at Leitao’s Morgellons Research Foundation say they have been contacted by over twelve thousand affected families. - Read more at: ►https://medium.com/matter/the-itch-nobody-can-scratch-4d980e3ac519 #.40n2gox1d