ZeroHedge ~ The Subtle Slavery of Obamacare

I’m posting a link to a long explanation of Obamacare from someone who used to sell “health” insurance. I love the author’s pen name, “Cognitive Dissonance,” because that state more than anything is what has allowed the insanity to proceed thus far. Anyway, it’s a long article with actual numbers and insights into the ACA. The author concludes by saying he doesn’t know what to do about it. I don’t have a full on solution, either, but I recently found a seemingly good solution for myself, which I will share here. Perhaps it will help someone reading this. My story is a literal fairytale, which includes the FSOA. (No, that’s not a health code or government agency. It’s what my friend Mitch has affectionately dubbed the “Faery Seal of Approval”). If you prefer to skip my story but want to read the article, you can just click here.

As anyone who has read my book, “If I Only Had a Brain Injury” knows, in 1998, I suffered a “mild” traumatic brain injury that totally disabled me for four years and kept me partially disabled for another two. Workers Comp shopped me around to dozens of doctors, none of whom helped with the brain injury symptoms and few of whom helped at all with my neck injury. Thankfully, my strong intuition warned me not to take one of the medications prescribed, because on my follow-up visit, months later, a panicked doctor rifling through my file asked if I was still taking a particular pain killer. “No, I didn’t like something about it, so I stopped using it after only one pill.” I watched the doctor’s relief and narrowed my eyes while asking, “Why?” “Oh,” he said, “that drug was recently recalled after four people died of kidney failure.” That was the first among many lessons in that TBI recovery that I would do well to heal myself rather than put my trust into incompetent (or worse) hands.

When I finally did find people who knew what was wrong with me and how to treat me, I learned that the various mandated “treatments” Workers Comp approved doctors prescribed had radically complicated and slowed my recovery. To undo the brain damage followed by the exacerbated damage caused by doctors, I spent several years out of pocket on highly alternative treatments that lost me my personal injury settlement but did put me on the path to healing.

Ultimately, I discovered the extreme connection between body, mind, emotions, soul history, spiritual perspective and life path — something learned, not prescribed. Taking control of my own healing got me well. The process, however, of having various overseers like Workers Comp or insurance agencies controlling my available options forever tattooed upon my soul the importance of maintaining health sovereignty. If I had not gone rogue, I would not have since written three books and a prolific blog, because the top neurologist in the US declared I would remain unable to read or work for the rest of my life. Deal with it.

Meanwhile, the other side of the coin tried to get me declared crazy so that Social Security would accept my claim, thereby leaving the insurance companies or Workers Comp off the hook for care demanded by a work injury. Unable to read or tolerate fluorescent lights, I nonetheless spent more hours than I care to count sitting in psychiatrists’ and/or insurance whore psychologists’ offices taking test after written test under fluorescent lights — all with the purpose of catching me in a lie (malingering) or certifying me as nuts. Somehow I passed those tests, although the next part of this story might make people wonder why. 😉

Fast forward to 2014: I’ve now spent years trying to find some way to slip through the fingers of what I experienced at various times as my own personal enslavers, namely, insurance companies and the IRS. I knew about religious exemptions, but I don’t fit into any of the defined religious categories. I’m not Amish. I’m not Muslim. I’m certainly not a right-wing Christian. I briefly looked into becoming a Christian Scientist, because I do believe the body can heal itself through prayer; however, I learned that most of the Christian Scientists actually support Obamacare and see no issues with it. I also couldn’t bring myself to agree to some of their requirements for joining.

I looked into various HealthShare Ministries, and I loved the concept of voluntary giving that goes directly to people’s medical bills; however, joining one appeared to invite in another form of tyranny from religious institutions. For many, I would need to join a church, attend at least three times per month, have my pastor oversee my “Christian lifestyle,” and I would need to take what amounts to an Oath removing the sovereignty of my soul. Can’t do it. Won’t do it.

For awhile, I carried no insurance or non-compliant “temporary insurance” for catastrophic events, but I hate the idea of giving the IRS any kind of power over me either. I don’t want fines, and I don’t want anything on their books to justify any kind of additional extortion from me. I have already dealt with bogus fines from the IRS — ones that they even admitted were bogus but nonetheless continued to demand. I love the idea of supportive group healthcare that really focuses on health and the spiritual component of health, that recognizes my body as my temple, that rewards me (or at least doesn’t punish me) for taking care of myself. I also don’t want to pay for treatments that I consider morally abhorrent, including forced vaccinations of children and/or adults, or mandatory chemotherapy of children.

One night, feeling quite trapped and enslaved by Church, State, the BigPharmafia, and Insurance companies, who apparently get you coming or going with Obamacare, I said a prayer to my faery friends: “Surely there is some loophole, some kind of HealthShare whose tenets I can support. Please, find me a way. Find me a loophole so that I can maintain my spiritual and physical integrity.” The next morning, the very first email I opened came from a client asking me to look at Liberty HealthShare, since she was facing the same Obamacare conundrum I was. As usual, the faeries came through! Of all the HealthShares I’ve investigated, Liberty is the only one that allows you to worship in your own way (or no way), with no Church supervision. It honors our bodies as temples, with the idea that, of course, we will care for our temple rather than abuse it. It offers extreme accountability for funds paid in, negotiates discounts like a regular insurance company, and truly allows you to choose your own care, including alternative treatments.

Despite my excitement, I sat on this for awhile. I did some research to see if I could find any scam alerts or outside testimonials. No scam alerts. I don’t have any way of verifying the testimonials, but for about the same cost per month as my temporary insurance, my annual deductible drops by $9,500. I also stop resetting the pre-existing condition checker every six months, and I get an actual exemption instead of paying fines on top of premiums that get me nothing. I still don’t intend to start using medical care. I’ve only gone to one doctor since 2002, and — shock me — that doctor did nothing to cure what ailed me. I still needed to do that myself.

I eventually decided to apply to Liberty HealthShare. As soon as I completed my online application, I immediately received an email from the “Fairy & Human Relations Congress,” with the Subject heading: “Blessings of Fairy Light from Us to You!” I had to chuckle, because that’s exactly how my faery friends send their signature after answering a request. With a huge, giggly, cosmic sync-wink.

Anyway, I cannot personally vouch for Liberty HealthShare, because I’ve not yet used it. My HealthShare begins on January 1, 2015. I can, however, assure you that it has the Faery Seal of Approval, and I’ll take the FSOA over the ACA any day. 😉

Here’s Cognitive Dissonance with a much more left-brained exploration of Obamacare and its various implications:

The Subtle Slavery of Obamacare
By Cognitive Dissonance

I wish everyone health and well-being on all levels in the coming months and years.