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Julia McCoy

Julia McCoy

I am that girl.

The one that got sick with more than 15 diagnoses, the one the doctors gave up on, and the one that was supposed to end up with chronic illness ALL her life… …but instead, I dug in and found the truth.

God gave me total healing.

And now — I will carry the truth wherever I go.

I am unafraid to speak out.

I am on fire and I am willing to be an advocate for the countless victims in America.

If I am invited places, then those places will know the truth.

I am not afraid of censorship.

I do not care if I lose followers.

Your health, your life, your deliverance from evil is infinitely more important to me.

You will hear it constantly from me.

My children will know the TRUTH of the world they grow up in.

Thank God we never vaccinated my second. He is three years old, way ahead of his age, and hasn’t been sick once.

My first is detoxing and back to full health after chronic illness tried to get her too last year in 5th grade. She starts school again in a couple of weeks.

I thought my husband should’ve worn a tinfoil hat lol since the day I married him.

“C’mon, our systems can’t be THAT corrupt!” I said.

Now, I think he’s absolutely right on everything.

And 2026 will be the year we ALL homestead together and learn to live off the land. Rich, organic, seasonal, beautiful, natural living. The way God intended and set up His beautiful world, before mankind ruined it.

Wanna go down the rabbit hole too, but maybe you’re like I was and you’re not sure health systems in America are as corrupt as we hear they are?

The best answers come from the best questions. Ask yourself this.

Why was America one of the healthiest nations in the world — until after World War II?

And then, under Dr. Fauci’s reign, we suddenly became the nation with the highest infant mortality rates and the highest rate of obesity and chronic illness — in the WORLD?

Why is it that, when Dr. Fauci led the integration of all of the policies of the major health organizations in America (since 1984), who were set up by Congress with a goal of finding CURES for chronic illness and cancer?

Why did chronic illness then explode from 1 in 10,000 to 1 in 30?

Why does the NIH, CDC, FDA own patents to countless vaccination and make royalties off of them in the pharmaceutical industry?

Why are all of the many, unending chronic illnesses now rampant in America all listed as side effects of every vaccine?

Why are children supposed to get 68 vaccinations?

If this was true and necessary for our safety, why didn’t God design a needle with shots to be dropped from heaven along with our child when we birthed them?

I also don’t think doctors and nurses and first responders are to blame. I believe we live in a system more broken than we even realize. And it is broken on purpose. It’s not broken from inept stupidity casualties. It is set up for our demise.

Don’t even get me started on what happened to us during Covid.

RFK is the real deal.

No one would’ve published a 450-page book that lays out this much truth in such a courageous, unafraid manner, if they weren’t the real deal.

If you read one book about health and American wellness this year, make it this one.

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Want Stem Cells? Regular Exercise Blows Away Commercial Stem Cell Clinics

Stem Cell Representation

Definition of Stem Cell: In multicellular organisms, stem cells are undifferentiated or partially differentiated cells that can change into various types of cells and proliferate indefinitely to produce more of the same stem cell. They are the earliest type of cell in a cell lineage. From: Atala A, Lanza R (2012). Handbook of Stem Cells. Academic Press. ISBN 978-0-12-385943-3.

The human body is capable of remarkable regeneration when properly stimulated, and few stimuli are as powerful as exercise. While modern stem cell clinics—particularly in Mexico—offer concentrated infusions of mesenchymal stem cells (MSCs) sourced from umbilical cords, bone marrow, or adipose tissue, vigorous physical exercise itself mobilizes the body’s innate stem cell reserves. Comparing these two forms of stem cell “delivery”—one endogenous and one exogenous—reveals both the scale and potential of natural biology versus commercialized medical intervention.

https://www.thefocalpoints.com/p/want-stem-cells-regular-exercise

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A Message To The Unvaccinated

A Message To The Unvaccinated

I fully agree with this author.It took a certain level of awareness, integrity, courage and strength of conviction to come out unjabbed the other end of the largest psyop in living history. If that applies to you – congratulations!

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Study Finds Bovine Colostrum 3× More Effective Than Flu Vaccination in Preventing Flu Illness

Bovine Colostrum Beats Flu Shot

The study authors concluded:

Colostrum, both in healthy subjects and high-risk cardiovascular patients, is at least 3 times more effective than vaccination to prevent flu and is very cost-effective.

This conclusion was later corroborated in a second registry study, in which colostrum-based immunomodulators again outperformed flu vaccination, reducing flu episodes by ~40–50%, cutting illness duration by roughly half, and lowering costs by more than 2-fold, while vaccination performed no better than no prevention.

https://open.substack.com/pub/petermcculloughmd/p/study-finds-bovine-colostrum-3-more

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Theo Colborn

Theo Colborn

She went shopping and found poison on every shelf.
Not the kind that burns your throat, but the kind that smiles back at you in pastel bottles.
In the late 1970s, she pushed a metal cart down fluorescent aisles just like everyone else. The wheels rattled. The radio overhead played soft rock. Everything looked clean, reassuring, modern. Floors sparkled. Labels promised freshness, safety, progress.
She was a mother. She was a scientist. And she could not stop reading the ingredients.
At first it was a quiet discomfort, the kind you feel but cannot yet name. She had spent her days in laboratories, learning how small chemical changes could ripple through the body for years. She understood dose, accumulation, latency. She knew that harm did not always announce itself right away. Sometimes it waited. Sometimes it hid inside normal life.
So when she picked up a bottle of glass cleaner, she noticed the words no one else paused on. When she turned over a popular shampoo, she felt her stomach tighten. When she passed the cosmetics counter, with its pink promises and gentle language, she felt something close to grief.
These were not industrial solvents locked behind warning signs. These were products sitting under kitchen sinks. These were powders shaken near cribs. These were creams rubbed into skin every morning by women who trusted them.
At home that night, she lined items up on her kitchen table. Dish soap. Floor cleaner. Baby lotion. Lipstick. Laundry detergent. She opened her notebook, the same kind she used in her professional work, and began writing names that had no place near a child.
Formaldehyde releasers. Phthalates. Chlorinated compounds. Ingredients known to persist in the body, known to interfere with hormones, known to accumulate quietly in fat and blood.
What unsettled her most was not just that the chemicals existed. It was that no one had bothered to look at them together. No one had asked what happens when exposure is constant, low level, lifelong. No one had asked what happens to developing bodies, to unborn children, to women whose biology is shaped by cycles and sensitivity.
This was not an accident. It was an absence.
At work, she raised questions. She asked colleagues whether anyone was tracking long term effects. She asked regulators why safety testing stopped at short windows. She asked why women and children were treated as afterthoughts rather than central subjects.
The room often went quiet.
She was told she was overthinking it. That the doses were small. That the products were approved. That people had been using them for years.
Years, she knew, meant nothing in toxicology.
She began to test anyway. Not dramatically. Methodically. She studied how chemicals behaved once inside the body, how they mimicked hormones, how they confused signals that had taken millions of years to evolve. She followed the data where it led, even when it made people uncomfortable.
What she found was not a single smoking gun but a pattern. Tiny disruptions repeated daily. A chorus of whispers instead of a scream. Changes that did not look like poisoning, but like something softer and harder to trace. Early puberty. Fertility problems. Developmental delays. Cancers that appeared decades later, with no obvious culprit left behind.
The betrayal settled in slowly.
This was not about one bad product or one careless company. It was about a system that assumed safety until proven otherwise, while quietly shifting the burden of proof onto families who would never know what harmed them.
When she spoke publicly, she chose her words carefully. She did not want panic. She wanted clarity. She wanted the world to understand that absence of evidence was not evidence of absence.
Years later, she would stand on stages far from grocery aisles, explaining these ideas to rooms full of strangers. On the red circle of a TED stage, she spoke calmly about invisible chemicals, vulnerable windows of development, and why the smallest exposures can matter the most. Millions watched not because she frightened them, but because she respected them enough to tell the truth without drama.
Her name, Theo Colborn, became inseparable from a field that barely existed when she first felt uneasy in that store. Endocrine disruption entered public language. Precaution stopped sounding radical and started sounding responsible.
She never framed herself as a hero. She framed herself as a witness.
What sustained her was not fear but protection. The belief that knowing is a form of care. That testing is an act of love. That asking harder questions is how you stand between harm and those who cannot defend themselves.
Today, many of the ingredients she warned about are regulated, renamed, or quietly removed. Not all. Not everywhere. But the conversation exists because someone once refused to accept that clean-looking meant safe.
Every time you flip a bottle over and read the fine print, you are walking in that legacy. Every time you choose curiosity over convenience, you are continuing work that began with one woman, one cart, and a notebook full of chemical names.
The shelves still shine. The labels still reassure. But fewer of us are shopping blind.
And that is how protection often begins. Not with alarms, but with attention.