In Loving Memory of Dr. Jameth Sheridan
I met Dr. Sheridan few years ago on a Health Festival in Sedona, Arizona.
I was passing out anti Coffee and anti Chocolate flyers.
He came to me congratulated and said ... nice to see that someone
is telling the TRUTH about Coffee and Chocolate.
Steve / The Author of this Website
I was passing out anti Coffee and anti Chocolate flyers.
He came to me congratulated and said ... nice to see that someone
is telling the TRUTH about Coffee and Chocolate.
Steve / The Author of this Website
UNBELIEVABLE!
Famous superfood company covers up death of its own founder to
keep selling high heavy metals products;
customers kept in the dark.
See the Article ... End of this Page
Famous superfood company covers up death of its own founder to
keep selling high heavy metals products;
customers kept in the dark.
See the Article ... End of this Page
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We just just received official confirmation ( AFTER SEVERAL MONTH?)
that Dr. Jameth Sheridan, HealthForce co-founder and formulator, crossed over into the realm of Spirit earlier this year. After 25+ years of hard work, tremendous personal sacrifice, and dedication to making the world a healthier and more compassionate place, the world has lost a hero, and Heaven has gained another angel.
His wife, who was also his best friend and soul mate of 25+ years, has been steeped in unfathomable grief and wasn’t in an emotional state to post an official announcement to anyone, not even us or her own friends and family, so we didn’t get the news or the full story until now.
The Sheridans had actually begun unplugging from their stressful public lives in 2015 to live off the grid, write books, and pursue their other dreams, including developing plant-based Permaculture and farming methods for more sustainable living. So Jameth had stepped down from his position as HealthForce CEO and was finally pursuing his dream of living off the land and developing farming methods to help save the world.
His goal was to then put the power into the people’s hands to grow and create their own plant-based food supplements in their own yards rather than having to rely on products in bottles, which he always said was second-best but usually the best people could do in the modern world. Sadly, he never got to see his dream come to full fruition, and our hearts are breaking for what his widowed soul mate must be going through.
Jameth ultimately passed due to an unexpected complication from septic shock, but this was after a long and complicated journey, which he was writing about in a forthcoming book that his widow will eventually complete. Jameth was actually battling health complications from an early age, and his interest in health, which began in his teenage years, not only helped him to deal with his own health issues but also enabled him to share that knowledge to help others, which was always his passion. In fact, he usually spent more time helping others than taking care of himself.
Anyone who knew him personally knew that this is just the kind of person he was. He was always the one to stop and help people at the side of the road when everyone else just whizzed by, regardless of how exhausted or hungry or late he was to his next destination. These are traits of a rare and true hero; a truly compassionate soul.
These traits began in early childhood, as he was also the boy who stood up for other children on the playground even if it meant he ended up being the one who got attacked instead. By the end of his teenage years, he instinctively knew he needed to do more for his health than than average person, and intensive study in Iridology confirmed that he was born with tremendous genetic weaknesses. In fact, Iridology professionals often used him as an example of a person with the worst genetic constitution they had ever seen. He was told on more than one occasion that he “had his work cut out for him” right there in his own body.
Jameth always kept a positive attitude and felt that perhaps all of his genetic weaknesses were somehow Divinely ordained, putting him in the unique position of having to go the extra mile to really understand how to keep the body healthy – even if that body starts out with tremendous disadvantage. By his early twenties, he already had early stage kidney cancer of a very aggressive form. He didn’t yet realize exactly what he was dealing with or just how aggressive it really was.
Thanks to adopting a pure organic raw food vegan diet, coupled with superfood formulas that he created to help bolster his health, he managed to regain his health and survive far longer than people typically survive this form of cancer, which is considered untreatable by mainstream medicine. Proponents of the usual chemo and radiation agree that those therapies don’t work for this form of cancer, and their best bet is to surgically remove the kidney and hope for the best. Rather than just looking at alleged statistics, Jameth kept track of countless real-world cases of kidney cancer over the years.
100% of the cases he studied, who had the kidney removed even in stage 1, still ended up with metastatic cancer that eventually killed them. He was determined to find another way. He again always kept a positive attitude, feeling that the fact that he had an extra difficult form of cancer was also Divinely ordained, making his mission to find a cure more important, as he would be able to help even the toughest and most aggressive cases of cancer.
He was making great strides in cancer research and unfortunately was often under attack behind the scenes for his research and intention to eventually go public with the alternative cures he uncovered. He was literally a walking laboratory with the goal of using what he learned to help countless others, regardless of the risk it posed to his own safety.
Jameth did remarkably well for decades, despite the odds being against him, compounded by the constant stress of being under relentless attack from both sides of the fence (both the mainstream and the alternative), as true pioneers often are. The only hope for his particular type of cancer (with a lot of very similar traits to aggressive melanoma) was intense immune therapy. As anyone knows, constant stress is the antithesis of immune therapy, so it was his nutrition alone that got him through for so long under the circumstances.
Unfortunately, he ended up running two companies and having separate cell phones for each of the two companies, which he kept clipped to the top of his belt for over 10 years, both flanking his right kidney, not realizing until too late that he had added tremendous fuel to the fire, and the beast that he had conquered for so long was back. Yet again, he kept a remarkably positive attitude, feeling that this too was somehow Divinely ordained, as it led him to do tremendous research into the connection between cell phones (and wi fi in general) and cancer.
This became yet another mission of his, and he made great strides in researching ways to reduce cell phone radiation and wi fi as much as possible while still living in the modern world. He met with countless other people at alternative cancer clinics who had cancers exactly where they kept their cell phones on their bodies (breast cancer in women with tumors exactly where they kept their cell phones in their bras, brain cancer in those who held up their cell phones to their heads for hours per day, and others types of cancer directly correlating to where people clipped their cell phones on their belts or other part of their bodies).
He soon realized that there was a tremendous cover-up behind the true dangers of cell phones, and he was working on going public with this information in a much larger way, again often personally attacked behind the scenes for wanting to stand up for what was right.
Ultimately, and with the insistence of his worried wife, Jameth realized he was spending too much time trying to help others and not nearly enough time taking care of himself. So he tried numerous times to step away from the stressful position of being CEO of a growing company constantly under fire, but the company kept being unfairly attacked, so he continually felt it was his duty to step back in and defend the company rather than taking care of himself.
When the Prop 65 situation began its brutal attack on the natural products industry at large (some speculate that this can be traced back to conflicting special interests, but we won’t venture into that territory), it became an intense passion of his to research the natural occurrence of heavy metals in natural foods, the balance of nature, and how this differs from the occurrence of heavy metals in inorganic substances.
He insisted on spending tremendous amounts of money on this research, meticulously testing every product and every ingredient both through a cutting-edge in-house research lab (for which he spared no expense) and also independent third party research labs. Whenever a batch didn’t meet his approval (even if it was “good enough” according to industry standards), he insisted on dumping the product and starting over.
This level of dedication nearly drove HealthForce to the point of bankruptcy, but his mission was never about profit; it was about the truth and about helping people and making the world a better place. When the Prop 65 legislation first took effect in California and began demanding that companies in the natural products industry put warning labels on health products regardless of those products’ proven track record of helping people, he felt the most honorable thing to do was to fight this legislation for the sake of preserving the natural products industry and not allowing what he felt was an evil agenda trying to take down the natural/alternative industry as a whole.
(NOTE: In keeping Prop 65 compliant, we hereby make the disclaimer that these statements are not official HealthForce statements regarding Prop 65 or its agenda; this is simply the accurate telling of one man’s motives behind standing up for a cause he believed in.)
He soon learned the hard way that this was no less than stepping into a lion’s pit without any armor, and HealthForce was in over its head, so he backed down, spearheaded a product recall, and approved having the Prop 65 labels applied as required to products shipped to California. However, because of his initial attempts to fight the attack, he succumbed to huge legal fees that HealthForce is still struggling to pay. So, once again he was being attacked and harmed for standing up for a cause he felt it was important enough to stand up for, a common theme throughout his life, and throughout human history.
Along the way, Jameth discovered all of the emotional components that have significant involvement in human health issues. Beyond the obvious correlation between stress and the immune system, and how it relates to the disease process, he began uncovering the lesser known but very strong correlation between early childhood emotional wounds and adulthood cancers, and this became yet another passion of his, with the intention of helping others.
He also began to realize the importance of living one’s dreams in order to fully self-actualize and overcome disease, so he began exploring all of his goals and dreams and deciding what he wanted to do with the second half of his life. Ultimately, he began putting together all the pieces he had learned through decades of research into diet/nutrition/lifestyle, cell phones and wi fi, stress, emotional wounds, and living one’s full purpose.
Throughout this process, and throughout his life, he helped many others along the way. He used his knowledge to help both people and animals to overcome a whole host of conditions, and (along with his wife) gained a reputation among veterinarians for having rescued animals who live far longer than they are “supposed” to live, by feeding them a uniquely healthy organic vegan diet along with the superfood formulas he created. The health and longevity of his own pets, in addition to the health and youthfulness of his wife and extended family, are a testament to the value of the products he formulated.
As the final leg of his journey, Jameth decided it was time to realize his own unfulfilled dreams. So in 2015 he stepped down from HealthForce, put a trusted long time friend in place behind the scenes to make sure the company continued running according to his standards of highest integrity, and put plans in place to unplug and go off-grid with his wife and beloved soul mate to finally live their unfulfilled dreams together after spending the first 25 years of their relationship helping others at their own sacrifice.
In doing so, he began making significant progress in his healing and was so close to beating the cancer completely and permanently, with plans to then share this cancer cure with the world, when he suddenly, unexpectedly, and tragically incurred a wound that caused an undetected blood infection and as a result, he went into septic shock and his wife rushed him to the emergency room in the middle of the night.
It was actually complications from the treatment of the septic shock in the ICU that caused heart failure, which ultimately killed him, leading his beloved wife Kim down a spiral of emotional hell that can only be truly understood by someone who has lost a soul mate with whom they have been inseparable for the majority of their life.
Half of Kim had died, and after fighting for the life of her beloved husband/best friend in the ICU among medical personnel who “decided” he was a goner as soon as they found out he had been battling an aggressive form of cancer (not knowing the whole story or how much progress he had made and that he had nearly beat it – or perhaps not wanting to open their minds to the fact that alternative therapies really do work and he would be spearheading this truth), she lost the love of her life and fell into a state of deep emotional pain that is beyond words and beyond comfort. That is why she chose to go within and couldn’t face the devastation of even discussing it with her own friends and family, let alone those of us still running HealthForce after they had moved on. No one can say what someone else’s grief should look like, or how they will handle it themselves until the unthinkable happens.
Ironically, Jameth’s wife is an afterlife researcher who had devoted a considerable amount of her own life (with Jameth’s ongoing support and assistance behind the scenes) doing work to help those grieving the loss of their beloved pets. Like her husband, she had always walked a path of true integrity from childhood on, often helping others at her own expense, and standing up for others (including animals) even when others criticized her for being a voice for the voiceless. With the help of her husband, she rescued countless animals over the decades, even small animals with shorter life spans, so she had tremendous experience in grief and loss.
She often said that, as painful as it was, she felt all the grief and loss she experienced was for the greater good, as it enabled her to help many others. Sadly, she is now facing the biggest type of loss a human being can fathom: the loss of a soul mate, a best friend, a life partner, a twin, so to speak. She has truly lost her other half, and we fully respect and understand that she wasn’t ready to talk to anyone about it until now.
In fact, she still isn’t ready, but circumstances beyond her control have forced her to tell us the story in response to an inaccurate attack against HealthForce, the company that she and her life partner worked hard and sacrificed so much to build from the ground up, literally starting out homeless and putting everything into a business and a cause they believed in, originally hand writing, Xeroxing, and stapling catalogs themselves before they could afford a computer, and selling products out of the trunk of the beat-up car they lived in, long before the internet became a place of commerce. They chose to do it the hard way and never to “sell out” and do it the easy way, because they wanted to do things the right way.
The Sheridans spearheaded research and supported causes too numerous to mention here, and their great work goes on in many ways that most people don’t even realize traces back to them and their hard work behind the scenes, never stopping to enjoy life enough, or even get enough sleep, because they were always driven to do good and to help others and to make up for all those who aren’t doing enough. The world has truly lost a high vibration Power Couple and has been left with a single broken soul still picking up the pieces.
Under the circumstances, out of respect we ask that this information be treated with the sensitivity in which it is being presented to you. This is not a piece of gossip to slander over the internet. This is the story of a truly unique soul who went above and beyond to make a positive difference in the world, often at his own expense, and it is also the tragic love story of real life people with real emotions and real hearts that break when dealt such a shocking blow. Jameth’s wife has been dealt that blow, and in time she will heal and be better equipped to share the full version of this story and help the world in a much larger way. For now, we all need to allow her privacy and space to grieve.
HealthForce, too, is now grieving the loss of this incredible man who did so much for the world. His love for humanity, the Earth, and all beings – and his unstoppable passion to help others – fueled all of the exhausting work he did on this planet. Jameth was a pioneer and a visionary leader. In time his controversial theories will meet acceptance at large, as is often the case with those who effect positive change in the world.
We believe he will now be able to see this eventual acceptance from a higher vantage point. He was a powerful warrior and a compassionate loving soul. He dedicated his life to helping others heal, rescuing animals, and honoring Mother Earth. Jameth touched many people's lives with his mission, one that he executed with great passion, generosity, and love for the world and everyone in it. His spirit will live on forever through his legacy, which HealthForce continues to carry forward.
To honor Jameth’s life, we intend to expand our product offerings over the coming years to encompass more of the essential tools that we all need to thrive in the modern world. Quality nutrition is an excellent foundation, but in addition to that, there are other important aspects of health, which we intend to illuminate and support in his honor.
We sincerely thank you all for your prayers in this time of transition. In particular, please send love and light to his grieving wife and soul mate, Kim Sheridan. May Dr. Jameth Sheridan rest in peace, as his legacy is carried forward. Knowing Jameth, he’s likely very busy in Heaven now, making a positive difference there, too.
that Dr. Jameth Sheridan, HealthForce co-founder and formulator, crossed over into the realm of Spirit earlier this year. After 25+ years of hard work, tremendous personal sacrifice, and dedication to making the world a healthier and more compassionate place, the world has lost a hero, and Heaven has gained another angel.
His wife, who was also his best friend and soul mate of 25+ years, has been steeped in unfathomable grief and wasn’t in an emotional state to post an official announcement to anyone, not even us or her own friends and family, so we didn’t get the news or the full story until now.
The Sheridans had actually begun unplugging from their stressful public lives in 2015 to live off the grid, write books, and pursue their other dreams, including developing plant-based Permaculture and farming methods for more sustainable living. So Jameth had stepped down from his position as HealthForce CEO and was finally pursuing his dream of living off the land and developing farming methods to help save the world.
His goal was to then put the power into the people’s hands to grow and create their own plant-based food supplements in their own yards rather than having to rely on products in bottles, which he always said was second-best but usually the best people could do in the modern world. Sadly, he never got to see his dream come to full fruition, and our hearts are breaking for what his widowed soul mate must be going through.
Jameth ultimately passed due to an unexpected complication from septic shock, but this was after a long and complicated journey, which he was writing about in a forthcoming book that his widow will eventually complete. Jameth was actually battling health complications from an early age, and his interest in health, which began in his teenage years, not only helped him to deal with his own health issues but also enabled him to share that knowledge to help others, which was always his passion. In fact, he usually spent more time helping others than taking care of himself.
Anyone who knew him personally knew that this is just the kind of person he was. He was always the one to stop and help people at the side of the road when everyone else just whizzed by, regardless of how exhausted or hungry or late he was to his next destination. These are traits of a rare and true hero; a truly compassionate soul.
These traits began in early childhood, as he was also the boy who stood up for other children on the playground even if it meant he ended up being the one who got attacked instead. By the end of his teenage years, he instinctively knew he needed to do more for his health than than average person, and intensive study in Iridology confirmed that he was born with tremendous genetic weaknesses. In fact, Iridology professionals often used him as an example of a person with the worst genetic constitution they had ever seen. He was told on more than one occasion that he “had his work cut out for him” right there in his own body.
Jameth always kept a positive attitude and felt that perhaps all of his genetic weaknesses were somehow Divinely ordained, putting him in the unique position of having to go the extra mile to really understand how to keep the body healthy – even if that body starts out with tremendous disadvantage. By his early twenties, he already had early stage kidney cancer of a very aggressive form. He didn’t yet realize exactly what he was dealing with or just how aggressive it really was.
Thanks to adopting a pure organic raw food vegan diet, coupled with superfood formulas that he created to help bolster his health, he managed to regain his health and survive far longer than people typically survive this form of cancer, which is considered untreatable by mainstream medicine. Proponents of the usual chemo and radiation agree that those therapies don’t work for this form of cancer, and their best bet is to surgically remove the kidney and hope for the best. Rather than just looking at alleged statistics, Jameth kept track of countless real-world cases of kidney cancer over the years.
100% of the cases he studied, who had the kidney removed even in stage 1, still ended up with metastatic cancer that eventually killed them. He was determined to find another way. He again always kept a positive attitude, feeling that the fact that he had an extra difficult form of cancer was also Divinely ordained, making his mission to find a cure more important, as he would be able to help even the toughest and most aggressive cases of cancer.
He was making great strides in cancer research and unfortunately was often under attack behind the scenes for his research and intention to eventually go public with the alternative cures he uncovered. He was literally a walking laboratory with the goal of using what he learned to help countless others, regardless of the risk it posed to his own safety.
Jameth did remarkably well for decades, despite the odds being against him, compounded by the constant stress of being under relentless attack from both sides of the fence (both the mainstream and the alternative), as true pioneers often are. The only hope for his particular type of cancer (with a lot of very similar traits to aggressive melanoma) was intense immune therapy. As anyone knows, constant stress is the antithesis of immune therapy, so it was his nutrition alone that got him through for so long under the circumstances.
Unfortunately, he ended up running two companies and having separate cell phones for each of the two companies, which he kept clipped to the top of his belt for over 10 years, both flanking his right kidney, not realizing until too late that he had added tremendous fuel to the fire, and the beast that he had conquered for so long was back. Yet again, he kept a remarkably positive attitude, feeling that this too was somehow Divinely ordained, as it led him to do tremendous research into the connection between cell phones (and wi fi in general) and cancer.
This became yet another mission of his, and he made great strides in researching ways to reduce cell phone radiation and wi fi as much as possible while still living in the modern world. He met with countless other people at alternative cancer clinics who had cancers exactly where they kept their cell phones on their bodies (breast cancer in women with tumors exactly where they kept their cell phones in their bras, brain cancer in those who held up their cell phones to their heads for hours per day, and others types of cancer directly correlating to where people clipped their cell phones on their belts or other part of their bodies).
He soon realized that there was a tremendous cover-up behind the true dangers of cell phones, and he was working on going public with this information in a much larger way, again often personally attacked behind the scenes for wanting to stand up for what was right.
Ultimately, and with the insistence of his worried wife, Jameth realized he was spending too much time trying to help others and not nearly enough time taking care of himself. So he tried numerous times to step away from the stressful position of being CEO of a growing company constantly under fire, but the company kept being unfairly attacked, so he continually felt it was his duty to step back in and defend the company rather than taking care of himself.
When the Prop 65 situation began its brutal attack on the natural products industry at large (some speculate that this can be traced back to conflicting special interests, but we won’t venture into that territory), it became an intense passion of his to research the natural occurrence of heavy metals in natural foods, the balance of nature, and how this differs from the occurrence of heavy metals in inorganic substances.
He insisted on spending tremendous amounts of money on this research, meticulously testing every product and every ingredient both through a cutting-edge in-house research lab (for which he spared no expense) and also independent third party research labs. Whenever a batch didn’t meet his approval (even if it was “good enough” according to industry standards), he insisted on dumping the product and starting over.
This level of dedication nearly drove HealthForce to the point of bankruptcy, but his mission was never about profit; it was about the truth and about helping people and making the world a better place. When the Prop 65 legislation first took effect in California and began demanding that companies in the natural products industry put warning labels on health products regardless of those products’ proven track record of helping people, he felt the most honorable thing to do was to fight this legislation for the sake of preserving the natural products industry and not allowing what he felt was an evil agenda trying to take down the natural/alternative industry as a whole.
(NOTE: In keeping Prop 65 compliant, we hereby make the disclaimer that these statements are not official HealthForce statements regarding Prop 65 or its agenda; this is simply the accurate telling of one man’s motives behind standing up for a cause he believed in.)
He soon learned the hard way that this was no less than stepping into a lion’s pit without any armor, and HealthForce was in over its head, so he backed down, spearheaded a product recall, and approved having the Prop 65 labels applied as required to products shipped to California. However, because of his initial attempts to fight the attack, he succumbed to huge legal fees that HealthForce is still struggling to pay. So, once again he was being attacked and harmed for standing up for a cause he felt it was important enough to stand up for, a common theme throughout his life, and throughout human history.
Along the way, Jameth discovered all of the emotional components that have significant involvement in human health issues. Beyond the obvious correlation between stress and the immune system, and how it relates to the disease process, he began uncovering the lesser known but very strong correlation between early childhood emotional wounds and adulthood cancers, and this became yet another passion of his, with the intention of helping others.
He also began to realize the importance of living one’s dreams in order to fully self-actualize and overcome disease, so he began exploring all of his goals and dreams and deciding what he wanted to do with the second half of his life. Ultimately, he began putting together all the pieces he had learned through decades of research into diet/nutrition/lifestyle, cell phones and wi fi, stress, emotional wounds, and living one’s full purpose.
Throughout this process, and throughout his life, he helped many others along the way. He used his knowledge to help both people and animals to overcome a whole host of conditions, and (along with his wife) gained a reputation among veterinarians for having rescued animals who live far longer than they are “supposed” to live, by feeding them a uniquely healthy organic vegan diet along with the superfood formulas he created. The health and longevity of his own pets, in addition to the health and youthfulness of his wife and extended family, are a testament to the value of the products he formulated.
As the final leg of his journey, Jameth decided it was time to realize his own unfulfilled dreams. So in 2015 he stepped down from HealthForce, put a trusted long time friend in place behind the scenes to make sure the company continued running according to his standards of highest integrity, and put plans in place to unplug and go off-grid with his wife and beloved soul mate to finally live their unfulfilled dreams together after spending the first 25 years of their relationship helping others at their own sacrifice.
In doing so, he began making significant progress in his healing and was so close to beating the cancer completely and permanently, with plans to then share this cancer cure with the world, when he suddenly, unexpectedly, and tragically incurred a wound that caused an undetected blood infection and as a result, he went into septic shock and his wife rushed him to the emergency room in the middle of the night.
It was actually complications from the treatment of the septic shock in the ICU that caused heart failure, which ultimately killed him, leading his beloved wife Kim down a spiral of emotional hell that can only be truly understood by someone who has lost a soul mate with whom they have been inseparable for the majority of their life.
Half of Kim had died, and after fighting for the life of her beloved husband/best friend in the ICU among medical personnel who “decided” he was a goner as soon as they found out he had been battling an aggressive form of cancer (not knowing the whole story or how much progress he had made and that he had nearly beat it – or perhaps not wanting to open their minds to the fact that alternative therapies really do work and he would be spearheading this truth), she lost the love of her life and fell into a state of deep emotional pain that is beyond words and beyond comfort. That is why she chose to go within and couldn’t face the devastation of even discussing it with her own friends and family, let alone those of us still running HealthForce after they had moved on. No one can say what someone else’s grief should look like, or how they will handle it themselves until the unthinkable happens.
Ironically, Jameth’s wife is an afterlife researcher who had devoted a considerable amount of her own life (with Jameth’s ongoing support and assistance behind the scenes) doing work to help those grieving the loss of their beloved pets. Like her husband, she had always walked a path of true integrity from childhood on, often helping others at her own expense, and standing up for others (including animals) even when others criticized her for being a voice for the voiceless. With the help of her husband, she rescued countless animals over the decades, even small animals with shorter life spans, so she had tremendous experience in grief and loss.
She often said that, as painful as it was, she felt all the grief and loss she experienced was for the greater good, as it enabled her to help many others. Sadly, she is now facing the biggest type of loss a human being can fathom: the loss of a soul mate, a best friend, a life partner, a twin, so to speak. She has truly lost her other half, and we fully respect and understand that she wasn’t ready to talk to anyone about it until now.
In fact, she still isn’t ready, but circumstances beyond her control have forced her to tell us the story in response to an inaccurate attack against HealthForce, the company that she and her life partner worked hard and sacrificed so much to build from the ground up, literally starting out homeless and putting everything into a business and a cause they believed in, originally hand writing, Xeroxing, and stapling catalogs themselves before they could afford a computer, and selling products out of the trunk of the beat-up car they lived in, long before the internet became a place of commerce. They chose to do it the hard way and never to “sell out” and do it the easy way, because they wanted to do things the right way.
The Sheridans spearheaded research and supported causes too numerous to mention here, and their great work goes on in many ways that most people don’t even realize traces back to them and their hard work behind the scenes, never stopping to enjoy life enough, or even get enough sleep, because they were always driven to do good and to help others and to make up for all those who aren’t doing enough. The world has truly lost a high vibration Power Couple and has been left with a single broken soul still picking up the pieces.
Under the circumstances, out of respect we ask that this information be treated with the sensitivity in which it is being presented to you. This is not a piece of gossip to slander over the internet. This is the story of a truly unique soul who went above and beyond to make a positive difference in the world, often at his own expense, and it is also the tragic love story of real life people with real emotions and real hearts that break when dealt such a shocking blow. Jameth’s wife has been dealt that blow, and in time she will heal and be better equipped to share the full version of this story and help the world in a much larger way. For now, we all need to allow her privacy and space to grieve.
HealthForce, too, is now grieving the loss of this incredible man who did so much for the world. His love for humanity, the Earth, and all beings – and his unstoppable passion to help others – fueled all of the exhausting work he did on this planet. Jameth was a pioneer and a visionary leader. In time his controversial theories will meet acceptance at large, as is often the case with those who effect positive change in the world.
We believe he will now be able to see this eventual acceptance from a higher vantage point. He was a powerful warrior and a compassionate loving soul. He dedicated his life to helping others heal, rescuing animals, and honoring Mother Earth. Jameth touched many people's lives with his mission, one that he executed with great passion, generosity, and love for the world and everyone in it. His spirit will live on forever through his legacy, which HealthForce continues to carry forward.
To honor Jameth’s life, we intend to expand our product offerings over the coming years to encompass more of the essential tools that we all need to thrive in the modern world. Quality nutrition is an excellent foundation, but in addition to that, there are other important aspects of health, which we intend to illuminate and support in his honor.
We sincerely thank you all for your prayers in this time of transition. In particular, please send love and light to his grieving wife and soul mate, Kim Sheridan. May Dr. Jameth Sheridan rest in peace, as his legacy is carried forward. Knowing Jameth, he’s likely very busy in Heaven now, making a positive difference there, too.
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UNBELIEVABLE!
Famous superfood company covers up death of its own founder to
keep selling high heavy metals products;
customers kept in the dark.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
by Mike Adams, the Health Ranger
Tags: superfood company, founder death, conspiracy cover-up
(NaturalNews)
Famous superfood company covers up death of its own founder to
keep selling high heavy metals products;
customers kept in the dark.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
by Mike Adams, the Health Ranger
Tags: superfood company, founder death, conspiracy cover-up
(NaturalNews)
I'm asking for your moral support on this story, because there are times in journalism when we must be extremely mindful of balancing the public's need to know the truth with respect for the privacy of those involved. So I ask you this serious question: What would you do in my situation?
What would you do if you had a very large audience of health conscious consumers and the ability to tell millions of people about something really, really important? What would you do if you then found out that the founder of a well known superfood manufacturer and retail brand had died almost six months ago, most likely stemming from the fact that many of his products were loaded with concerning levels of heavy metals such as arsenic and lead?
And what would you do if the company continued on but didn't tell its customers that the founder died, pretending like the founder was still alive even though he most likely died from complications relating to the toxicity of his own products? (See the astonishing transcript of our phone calls with this company below...)
What would you do if you called the company several times, asking for a statement from their founder, and they insisted he was still alive but "unavailable" for comment? But in the mean time, you already found and confirmed the death record for that same person?
What would you do if that same company attacked you as a "rumor" spreader and posted documents calling you a liar for telling the truth about their products?
And finally, what would you do if you knew that tens of thousands of people were taking those products right now, and you also knew that those products contain alarmingly high levels of toxic heavy metals like lead, arsenic, cadmium and aluminum?
I'm calling for this company to come clean... or I'll release the details myselfI've pondered these ethical questions at length, and I've decided that I'm not going to release the name of the deceased founder in this article. Instead, I'm going to call on the company itself to come clean on all this, and if they don't, then I'm going to release the details later... because the public has a right to know(but I want to give the company an opportunity to announce this in their own way, out of respect for the deceased, who accomplished a tremendous amount of public education on the subject of health and nutrition).
This is a company whose sales are largely contingent upon the almost super-human health claims of the founder and formulator... a person well under 50 years of age who died nearly six months ago from kidney cancer, according to my sources.
That information is clearly relevant, and it is just astonishing to me that a superfood company would engage in a massive cover-up of the founder's death, all in a Hillary Clinton-style campaign of deception and denials. They even claim on their web site that any talk about this death is nothing but a rumor, and they have a special "rumor email" set up for fans to report more "rumors" so they can keep lying to the public.
This is NOT the kind of transparency we all demand from so-called "clean" superfood companies who are supposed to tell the truth.
Here's the information I'm willing to release so far, without divulging the name of this person or the company he foundedHere's what I can tell you so far while respecting the privacy of the deceased and his family. I hope you understand that I am trying to protect the privacy of this person while granting the company an opportunity to do the right thing and acknowledge all this in their own way. This company's customers have a right to know that the founder and formulator who sold them all these products did not survive past the age of 46... (it's highly relevant and a matter of public safety).
This person was a very public, extremely well known formulator and promoter of raw foods, vegan lifestyles and superfoods. His products are still sold everywhere at retail and at various in-person festivals and events. I've interviewed him in the past, and his videos are all over Youtube. Over the years, he offered a tremendous amount of very useful information to the public, through numerous books, videos, public appearances and so on.
His company has been in trouble before over heavy metals, and the operators of the business have been extremely deceptive in the past about hiding this information from the public. They were hit very hard a little over a year ago with a nationwide recall related to the heavy metals content of their products. This recall put them in a rather dire financial situation.
The founder died at age 46, so he wasn't very old. Those who were close to him told Natural News that he died from kidney cancer. We have already obtained proof of his death through publicly available death records.
You can't find the death records of this person by using the name you know him by. That was actually a stage name. His real name is almost entirely unknown by the public. The death record under his real name is readily available online. Once you attain his real name, all the rest is just a matter of public record.
He passed away in March of 2016, and the company he founded and ran decided to conceal this information from the public, almost certainly as a scheme to keep the money flowing in from product sales.
Obviously, if news of the manner of his death were made public, the company might lose credibility with its own customers. So the company's current operators apparently made a truly bizarre and wildly unethical decision to hide this death from their own customers.
(Just f'ing WOW... what do you even say to something like that?)
As a result, this company's products continue to sell very well, even though some of the products contain levels of toxic heavy metals that are very high compared to most other superfoods. In my mind, I am personally convinced that these heavy metals strongly contributed to the death of the founder. Another source tells me that the personal stress from the forced product recall may have also played a role in his cancer condition.
This person aggressively talked about how his products PREVENTED cancer. That was the strong emphasis of his public talks. In my view, this is almost certainly why his death is being covered up. Personally, I feel very sorry for anyone who dies of cancer, and I have no intention of mocking this person for his mistakes, suffering or physical death.
I wish him love and peace in whatever existence there is after this world, but we must be honest in acknowledging that the heavy metals in his products may be right now contributing to cancers in other people, too. It's a harsh truth, but it must be stated out of concern for the many thousands of people who still purchase and consume his many popular products.
What gravely concerns me is the idea that this company's products are continuing to expose consumers to heavy metals across the country and around the world, all while the death of the founder has been covered up and apparently lied about for nearly six months.
The product line is a premium priced line that almost everybody is convinced is incredibly pure, clean and super amazing. And that's also highly disturbing, because it just goes to prove that even a highly contaminated product line that's loaded with heavy metals can be perceived by the public as ultra-clean, pure and powerful. (This is why I run my ICP-MS laboratory and test everything I sell for heavy metals. I will NOT sell products to the public unless I can verify they are clean first.)
Legitimate questions we must all askYou probably share some of my very serious and legitimate questions about all this:
Why didn't the company share the news about the death of its founder with the public? Why have they chosen to engage in a massive cover-up instead of telling the truth?
What caused the death of the founder? Once the name of this company comes out, will they also lie to us about the cause of death?
Why does this company not seem to care about transparency with its own customers? Has the almighty dollar become so supreme in their minds that they are willing to compromise their ethics just to keep the money train running?
Will this company now go public and admit its founder has died, or will they call all this a "Mike Adams rumor" and continue to pretend their founder is still alive?
How much longer will the company's current operators keep playing "Weekend at Bernie's" and try to trick the public into thinking their founder is still alive?
What was their long term plan, exactly, about the questions that would obviously arise when no one had heard from the founder for a year? Two years? Five years? Were they planning on keeping up this Big Lie for years on end?
Exactly how is this company going to wage a character assassination attack against me personally for being the only person in this industry with enough honesty and courage to actually warn the public about all this? My punishment for telling the truth has always been to be vilified by the f---tards living in denial. I can't wait to see how they're all going to make this somehow MY fault... trust me, that's coming any day now.
As all this explodes, remember one thing: You read it here first on Natural News. I take no joy in bringing you this story, by the way. But I have a moral and ethical responsibility to do so. And there's no question that Natural News has the kind of courage to publish real, honest news that nobody else will even touch.
All the customers of this company have the right to know when the founder passes on.
And they deserve honest answers, not an organized conspiracy cover-up from the company itself.
Transcripts of our phone calls with the companyNOTE: The names of the receptionists have been changed to protect their privacy.
FIRST PHONE CALL:
NN: Hi I was hoping to speak with Dr. -----------...
Cris: He's not available. How can I help you?
NN: I am a writer with naturalnews.com. We recently put out an article on Dr. ----------'s ---------- product. I was hoping to get a comment from him.
Cris: Oh, well Dr. ----------- doesn't own the company anymore. I can get you the email of someone you can contact to reach out to the new owner.
NN: Oh ok, did Dr. --------- just hand over the company or did him and (owner) make a deal?
Cris: I'm not sure.
NN: Well, we've worked with Dr. ---------- in the past and we were just wondering why we haven't heard from him in awhile? Or why he hasn't appeared anywhere in awhile?
Cris: Dr. ---------- stepped down to live a more private life... I think to maybe even write a book or spend time with his family.
NN: Well, how long ago was this? And when did (name) take over?
Cris: A couple months ago. I think 4 or 5 months.
NN: Well we had an anonymous tip that Dr. --------- may have passed away... would you care to comment?
Cris: No I don't want to comment at this time.
NN: Ok thank you for your time. have a nice day.
SECOND PHONE CALL:
Cris: Thanks for calling -------------- this is Cris, how may I assist you today?
NN: Yes I was hoping to speak to Dr. ----------- please.
(long pause and big exhale before answering)
Cris: Dr. ---------- is not in the office.
NN: Okay is there a way I could contact him on his direct line or an email address please?
Cris: Dr. ------------ is no longer the CEO, we have a new CEO.
...
NN: Okay, wonderful. Dr. ----------- no longer involved with (company name)?
Cris: He's no longer the CEO.
NN: Is he still involved? Because we were looking to hopefully get a comment from him.
Cris: I'm pretty sure his involvement, I know that they're still following his ideas and the things that he wanted to implement, but –pause -- I would recommend -- pause -- speaking with the CEO with further information about Dr. ---------- for further information.
NN: Well, we did some work with Dr. ----------- in the past though and we just wanted to get some comments on products that he had put out in the past...
Cris: yes
NN: So if I contact (other person), will he be able to get me in contact with Dr. ----------?
-- long pause --
Cris: Possibly... possibly, I'm not sure.
NN: Okay. Well, is there an email address for Dr. ---------- so I could send something to him as well as Chris?
Cris: We don't have an email for Dr. -------------.
NN: Alright, well I appreciate your help then, thank you so much.
Cris: You're welcome, sir, thanks for calling (company name) you have a great day.
THIRD PHONE CALL:
Bill: Thank you for calling (company name).
NN: Hi I was hoping to speak with Dr. ------------ please.
Bill: Thank you sir, he is no longer with ------------. Is there someone else I can direct you to?
NN: I was hoping to get a comment from Dr. ------------ about a product he put out in the past. Is he still involved with (company name)?
Bill: No he is moving on to other products... projects rather ...ummm (pause) is there anything in particular I can address with you or get you in touch with a product specialist?
NN: Is there any way we can get in contact with Dr. -------------?
Bill: No he asked not to be contacted with issues like this...
Email from the company's national sales managerReceived 9/13/2016:
To answer your question regarding Dr. -----------, after 25 years of hard work and dedication, Dr. ------------ actually stepped down as a burnt-out CEO in 2015 to go off grid, write books, and pursue other goals. (CEO name) is a longtime friend of Dr. -------------- and was asked to take over because he has high integrity and can be trusted to run everything to meet Dr. ----------------'s high standards.
- National Sales Manager
My comments on the phone transcripts
So what you are witnessing here is a company that's pretending their founder didn't die.
This is a group of people who all claim to be about honesty, transparency, healing, health and high vibration. And they are all involved in a death cover-up conspiracy to deceive the world.
Just WOW.
I ask you: Is this the proper way to honor the life work of this individual who passed away? To cover up his death and not even give people a chance to attend his funeral?
If I had been purchasing these products, and if I believed all the claims of the founder, and I'd been putting this stuff into my body year after year, I'd feel pretty betrayed about all this. And I would sure wonder about all the "high integrity" and "high standards" claims this company keeps touting all over its website.
My questions to YOU
How do YOU feel about all this?
Do you believe I should have kept my mouth shut and participated in the cover-up? (Gosh, I hope not...)
Do you feel I've balanced the public interest with protecting the privacy of this person, or do you think I should have named the person and the company?
I also have laboratory tests for many products made by the company. Do you think I should now release those lab test results?
I am genuinely interested in your take on all this, because there's a lot at stake here in terms of public health.
I hope I've made a responsible, ethical choice to go public with the details you're seeing in this article. It is not my intention to mock or shame anyone, and I hope the person I'm talking about here rests in peace and is remembered fondly for his significant contributions to public awareness about health and nutrition.
He's the only one who refused to bow down to the Prop 65 lawyers. He refused to pay the lawyers, and he refused to put the cancer sticker on his products, and it f---ing killed him. - Industry source, 9/13/2016, in a voice call to Natural News.
Learn more:
http://www.naturalnews.com/055284_superfood_company_founder_death_conspiracy_cover-up.html#ixzz4KIX9yEcr
What would you do if you had a very large audience of health conscious consumers and the ability to tell millions of people about something really, really important? What would you do if you then found out that the founder of a well known superfood manufacturer and retail brand had died almost six months ago, most likely stemming from the fact that many of his products were loaded with concerning levels of heavy metals such as arsenic and lead?
And what would you do if the company continued on but didn't tell its customers that the founder died, pretending like the founder was still alive even though he most likely died from complications relating to the toxicity of his own products? (See the astonishing transcript of our phone calls with this company below...)
What would you do if you called the company several times, asking for a statement from their founder, and they insisted he was still alive but "unavailable" for comment? But in the mean time, you already found and confirmed the death record for that same person?
What would you do if that same company attacked you as a "rumor" spreader and posted documents calling you a liar for telling the truth about their products?
And finally, what would you do if you knew that tens of thousands of people were taking those products right now, and you also knew that those products contain alarmingly high levels of toxic heavy metals like lead, arsenic, cadmium and aluminum?
I'm calling for this company to come clean... or I'll release the details myselfI've pondered these ethical questions at length, and I've decided that I'm not going to release the name of the deceased founder in this article. Instead, I'm going to call on the company itself to come clean on all this, and if they don't, then I'm going to release the details later... because the public has a right to know(but I want to give the company an opportunity to announce this in their own way, out of respect for the deceased, who accomplished a tremendous amount of public education on the subject of health and nutrition).
This is a company whose sales are largely contingent upon the almost super-human health claims of the founder and formulator... a person well under 50 years of age who died nearly six months ago from kidney cancer, according to my sources.
That information is clearly relevant, and it is just astonishing to me that a superfood company would engage in a massive cover-up of the founder's death, all in a Hillary Clinton-style campaign of deception and denials. They even claim on their web site that any talk about this death is nothing but a rumor, and they have a special "rumor email" set up for fans to report more "rumors" so they can keep lying to the public.
This is NOT the kind of transparency we all demand from so-called "clean" superfood companies who are supposed to tell the truth.
Here's the information I'm willing to release so far, without divulging the name of this person or the company he foundedHere's what I can tell you so far while respecting the privacy of the deceased and his family. I hope you understand that I am trying to protect the privacy of this person while granting the company an opportunity to do the right thing and acknowledge all this in their own way. This company's customers have a right to know that the founder and formulator who sold them all these products did not survive past the age of 46... (it's highly relevant and a matter of public safety).
This person was a very public, extremely well known formulator and promoter of raw foods, vegan lifestyles and superfoods. His products are still sold everywhere at retail and at various in-person festivals and events. I've interviewed him in the past, and his videos are all over Youtube. Over the years, he offered a tremendous amount of very useful information to the public, through numerous books, videos, public appearances and so on.
His company has been in trouble before over heavy metals, and the operators of the business have been extremely deceptive in the past about hiding this information from the public. They were hit very hard a little over a year ago with a nationwide recall related to the heavy metals content of their products. This recall put them in a rather dire financial situation.
The founder died at age 46, so he wasn't very old. Those who were close to him told Natural News that he died from kidney cancer. We have already obtained proof of his death through publicly available death records.
You can't find the death records of this person by using the name you know him by. That was actually a stage name. His real name is almost entirely unknown by the public. The death record under his real name is readily available online. Once you attain his real name, all the rest is just a matter of public record.
He passed away in March of 2016, and the company he founded and ran decided to conceal this information from the public, almost certainly as a scheme to keep the money flowing in from product sales.
Obviously, if news of the manner of his death were made public, the company might lose credibility with its own customers. So the company's current operators apparently made a truly bizarre and wildly unethical decision to hide this death from their own customers.
(Just f'ing WOW... what do you even say to something like that?)
As a result, this company's products continue to sell very well, even though some of the products contain levels of toxic heavy metals that are very high compared to most other superfoods. In my mind, I am personally convinced that these heavy metals strongly contributed to the death of the founder. Another source tells me that the personal stress from the forced product recall may have also played a role in his cancer condition.
This person aggressively talked about how his products PREVENTED cancer. That was the strong emphasis of his public talks. In my view, this is almost certainly why his death is being covered up. Personally, I feel very sorry for anyone who dies of cancer, and I have no intention of mocking this person for his mistakes, suffering or physical death.
I wish him love and peace in whatever existence there is after this world, but we must be honest in acknowledging that the heavy metals in his products may be right now contributing to cancers in other people, too. It's a harsh truth, but it must be stated out of concern for the many thousands of people who still purchase and consume his many popular products.
What gravely concerns me is the idea that this company's products are continuing to expose consumers to heavy metals across the country and around the world, all while the death of the founder has been covered up and apparently lied about for nearly six months.
The product line is a premium priced line that almost everybody is convinced is incredibly pure, clean and super amazing. And that's also highly disturbing, because it just goes to prove that even a highly contaminated product line that's loaded with heavy metals can be perceived by the public as ultra-clean, pure and powerful. (This is why I run my ICP-MS laboratory and test everything I sell for heavy metals. I will NOT sell products to the public unless I can verify they are clean first.)
Legitimate questions we must all askYou probably share some of my very serious and legitimate questions about all this:
Why didn't the company share the news about the death of its founder with the public? Why have they chosen to engage in a massive cover-up instead of telling the truth?
What caused the death of the founder? Once the name of this company comes out, will they also lie to us about the cause of death?
Why does this company not seem to care about transparency with its own customers? Has the almighty dollar become so supreme in their minds that they are willing to compromise their ethics just to keep the money train running?
Will this company now go public and admit its founder has died, or will they call all this a "Mike Adams rumor" and continue to pretend their founder is still alive?
How much longer will the company's current operators keep playing "Weekend at Bernie's" and try to trick the public into thinking their founder is still alive?
What was their long term plan, exactly, about the questions that would obviously arise when no one had heard from the founder for a year? Two years? Five years? Were they planning on keeping up this Big Lie for years on end?
Exactly how is this company going to wage a character assassination attack against me personally for being the only person in this industry with enough honesty and courage to actually warn the public about all this? My punishment for telling the truth has always been to be vilified by the f---tards living in denial. I can't wait to see how they're all going to make this somehow MY fault... trust me, that's coming any day now.
As all this explodes, remember one thing: You read it here first on Natural News. I take no joy in bringing you this story, by the way. But I have a moral and ethical responsibility to do so. And there's no question that Natural News has the kind of courage to publish real, honest news that nobody else will even touch.
All the customers of this company have the right to know when the founder passes on.
And they deserve honest answers, not an organized conspiracy cover-up from the company itself.
Transcripts of our phone calls with the companyNOTE: The names of the receptionists have been changed to protect their privacy.
FIRST PHONE CALL:
NN: Hi I was hoping to speak with Dr. -----------...
Cris: He's not available. How can I help you?
NN: I am a writer with naturalnews.com. We recently put out an article on Dr. ----------'s ---------- product. I was hoping to get a comment from him.
Cris: Oh, well Dr. ----------- doesn't own the company anymore. I can get you the email of someone you can contact to reach out to the new owner.
NN: Oh ok, did Dr. --------- just hand over the company or did him and (owner) make a deal?
Cris: I'm not sure.
NN: Well, we've worked with Dr. ---------- in the past and we were just wondering why we haven't heard from him in awhile? Or why he hasn't appeared anywhere in awhile?
Cris: Dr. ---------- stepped down to live a more private life... I think to maybe even write a book or spend time with his family.
NN: Well, how long ago was this? And when did (name) take over?
Cris: A couple months ago. I think 4 or 5 months.
NN: Well we had an anonymous tip that Dr. --------- may have passed away... would you care to comment?
Cris: No I don't want to comment at this time.
NN: Ok thank you for your time. have a nice day.
SECOND PHONE CALL:
Cris: Thanks for calling -------------- this is Cris, how may I assist you today?
NN: Yes I was hoping to speak to Dr. ----------- please.
(long pause and big exhale before answering)
Cris: Dr. ---------- is not in the office.
NN: Okay is there a way I could contact him on his direct line or an email address please?
Cris: Dr. ------------ is no longer the CEO, we have a new CEO.
...
NN: Okay, wonderful. Dr. ----------- no longer involved with (company name)?
Cris: He's no longer the CEO.
NN: Is he still involved? Because we were looking to hopefully get a comment from him.
Cris: I'm pretty sure his involvement, I know that they're still following his ideas and the things that he wanted to implement, but –pause -- I would recommend -- pause -- speaking with the CEO with further information about Dr. ---------- for further information.
NN: Well, we did some work with Dr. ----------- in the past though and we just wanted to get some comments on products that he had put out in the past...
Cris: yes
NN: So if I contact (other person), will he be able to get me in contact with Dr. ----------?
-- long pause --
Cris: Possibly... possibly, I'm not sure.
NN: Okay. Well, is there an email address for Dr. ---------- so I could send something to him as well as Chris?
Cris: We don't have an email for Dr. -------------.
NN: Alright, well I appreciate your help then, thank you so much.
Cris: You're welcome, sir, thanks for calling (company name) you have a great day.
THIRD PHONE CALL:
Bill: Thank you for calling (company name).
NN: Hi I was hoping to speak with Dr. ------------ please.
Bill: Thank you sir, he is no longer with ------------. Is there someone else I can direct you to?
NN: I was hoping to get a comment from Dr. ------------ about a product he put out in the past. Is he still involved with (company name)?
Bill: No he is moving on to other products... projects rather ...ummm (pause) is there anything in particular I can address with you or get you in touch with a product specialist?
NN: Is there any way we can get in contact with Dr. -------------?
Bill: No he asked not to be contacted with issues like this...
Email from the company's national sales managerReceived 9/13/2016:
To answer your question regarding Dr. -----------, after 25 years of hard work and dedication, Dr. ------------ actually stepped down as a burnt-out CEO in 2015 to go off grid, write books, and pursue other goals. (CEO name) is a longtime friend of Dr. -------------- and was asked to take over because he has high integrity and can be trusted to run everything to meet Dr. ----------------'s high standards.
- National Sales Manager
My comments on the phone transcripts
So what you are witnessing here is a company that's pretending their founder didn't die.
This is a group of people who all claim to be about honesty, transparency, healing, health and high vibration. And they are all involved in a death cover-up conspiracy to deceive the world.
Just WOW.
I ask you: Is this the proper way to honor the life work of this individual who passed away? To cover up his death and not even give people a chance to attend his funeral?
If I had been purchasing these products, and if I believed all the claims of the founder, and I'd been putting this stuff into my body year after year, I'd feel pretty betrayed about all this. And I would sure wonder about all the "high integrity" and "high standards" claims this company keeps touting all over its website.
My questions to YOU
How do YOU feel about all this?
Do you believe I should have kept my mouth shut and participated in the cover-up? (Gosh, I hope not...)
Do you feel I've balanced the public interest with protecting the privacy of this person, or do you think I should have named the person and the company?
I also have laboratory tests for many products made by the company. Do you think I should now release those lab test results?
I am genuinely interested in your take on all this, because there's a lot at stake here in terms of public health.
I hope I've made a responsible, ethical choice to go public with the details you're seeing in this article. It is not my intention to mock or shame anyone, and I hope the person I'm talking about here rests in peace and is remembered fondly for his significant contributions to public awareness about health and nutrition.
He's the only one who refused to bow down to the Prop 65 lawyers. He refused to pay the lawyers, and he refused to put the cancer sticker on his products, and it f---ing killed him. - Industry source, 9/13/2016, in a voice call to Natural News.
Learn more:
http://www.naturalnews.com/055284_superfood_company_founder_death_conspiracy_cover-up.html#ixzz4KIX9yEcr
Health Force becomes Health FARCE:
Data dump confirms mass deception and cover-up of the death of Jameth Sheridan
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
by Mike Adams, the Health Ranger
Tags: Healthforce, Jameth Sheridan, death records
Data dump confirms mass deception and cover-up of the death of Jameth Sheridan
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
by Mike Adams, the Health Ranger
Tags: Healthforce, Jameth Sheridan, death records
Imagine my surprise when HealthForce, a raw foods / superfoods company, suddenly posted a "Memorial Page" yesterday, lamenting the passing of their founder and formulator Jameth Sheridan.
The page pretends that the HealthForce company just now found out about their founder's death.
If you believe them, they apparently learned about it from Natural News and had NO IDEA otherwise...
This is a company that states they know exactly what they're putting in their products, even when a vast number of their items contain alarmingly high heavy metals content.
So they LIED to their own customers for six months to keep the money machine rolling, and they are believed to be the most honest, upstanding, high vibration people in the industry. Yeah, it's disgusting. This is the kind of behavior we would expect from Monsanto or Big Pharma, not a superfood company that touts its "integrity" and high standards.
I guess "transparency" is selective with some of these companies. HealthForce has now become a Health FARCE. Makes you wonder what other things they're still hiding, doesn't it?
The page pretends that the HealthForce company just now found out about their founder's death.
If you believe them, they apparently learned about it from Natural News and had NO IDEA otherwise...
This is a company that states they know exactly what they're putting in their products, even when a vast number of their items contain alarmingly high heavy metals content.
So they LIED to their own customers for six months to keep the money machine rolling, and they are believed to be the most honest, upstanding, high vibration people in the industry. Yeah, it's disgusting. This is the kind of behavior we would expect from Monsanto or Big Pharma, not a superfood company that touts its "integrity" and high standards.
I guess "transparency" is selective with some of these companies. HealthForce has now become a Health FARCE. Makes you wonder what other things they're still hiding, doesn't it?
(NaturalNews)
THIS IS A NATURAL NEWS "LEAKS" DATA DUMP
EDITOR'S NOTE: May Jameth Sheridan rest in peace and find love and happiness in the realm beyond this world. He was a cherished soul to many, and his contributions to knowledge and inspiration were many. It's just sad that his own friends and family members covered up his death for six months to keep selling products for profit, denying their own customers their chance to honor his passing.
The deliberate lack of transparency you are witnessing here is unprecedented and inexcusable for a company that claimed to uphold the highest standards of integrity, honesty and transparency. Any honest, trustworthy company should be open with their customers and acknowledge critical events such as the death of their founder and formulator.
Partial data
Company name: HealthForce
Website: Healthforce.com
Founder: "Doctor" Jameth Sheridan
Real name: James Guenthur Dina
Are of residency: San Diego area, Escondido, etc.
Company products: Vitamineral Green, Warrior Force, Healthforce Detox, Healthforce Superfoods, ZeoForce Detoxify, Shilajit, etc.
Publicly available death record for James Guenthur Dina: Mooseroots.com.
Born: 1969
Died: 2016
Date of death: March 14, immediately after the natural products expo in Las Vegas, Nevada, spring of 2016.
Screen shot showing date of death:
THIS IS A NATURAL NEWS "LEAKS" DATA DUMP
EDITOR'S NOTE: May Jameth Sheridan rest in peace and find love and happiness in the realm beyond this world. He was a cherished soul to many, and his contributions to knowledge and inspiration were many. It's just sad that his own friends and family members covered up his death for six months to keep selling products for profit, denying their own customers their chance to honor his passing.
The deliberate lack of transparency you are witnessing here is unprecedented and inexcusable for a company that claimed to uphold the highest standards of integrity, honesty and transparency. Any honest, trustworthy company should be open with their customers and acknowledge critical events such as the death of their founder and formulator.
Partial data
Company name: HealthForce
Website: Healthforce.com
Founder: "Doctor" Jameth Sheridan
Real name: James Guenthur Dina
Are of residency: San Diego area, Escondido, etc.
Company products: Vitamineral Green, Warrior Force, Healthforce Detox, Healthforce Superfoods, ZeoForce Detoxify, Shilajit, etc.
Publicly available death record for James Guenthur Dina: Mooseroots.com.
Born: 1969
Died: 2016
Date of death: March 14, immediately after the natural products expo in Las Vegas, Nevada, spring of 2016.
Screen shot showing date of death:
Jameth Sheridan's biological brother: Rick Dina, chiropractor and natural health practitioner
Photo showing resemblance:
Link to photo source page at RawFoodSupport.com: This link.
Photo showing resemblance:
Link to photo source page at RawFoodSupport.com: This link.
Link to photo source page at RawFoodSupport.com: This link.
Link to the HealthForce.com "rumors" page claiming Jameth Sheridan's death is a wild rumor, and emphasizing the company's outstanding "integrity" and "standards" and honest: Rumors page. (NOTE: Page may have been altered / updated by the time you read this.)
Here's a screen shot of the original rumors page:
Link to the HealthForce.com "rumors" page claiming Jameth Sheridan's death is a wild rumor, and emphasizing the company's outstanding "integrity" and "standards" and honest: Rumors page. (NOTE: Page may have been altered / updated by the time you read this.)
Here's a screen shot of the original rumors page:
Healthforce now says they "just got word" of Jameth Sheridan's death: In other words, they learned about the death of their own company founder from Natural News!From the Healthforce Memorial Page posted 9/14/2016 (only because they had to post it):
Heartbreaking news... We just got word that Dr. Jameth Sheridan, HealthForce co-founder and formulator, crossed over into the realm of Spirit earlier this year. After 25+ years of hard work, tremendous personal sacrifice, and dedication to making the world a healthier and more compassionate place, the world has lost a hero, and Heaven has gained another angel.
Current Healthforce owners are now claiming they never knew the company founder died. Just stunning the level of deception, conspiracy and denial...
HealthForce deception timeline Timeline:
1) California company founder dies in March, 2016.
2) Nobody running the company or working at the company notices, apparently.
3) Six months later, in September of 2016, they hear about it from a news outlet in Texas (Natural News).
4) They post a "rumors" page claiming all their founders are doing just great, and anyone questioning that is spreading "rumors."
5) Natural News calls them, tells them we have a copy of the death certificate.
6) Company operators act ASTONISHED and claim they never knew!
7) The company posts a memorial page that begins, "Heartbreaking news... We just got word that Dr. Jameth Sheridan, HealthForce co-founder and formulator, crossed over into the realm of Spirit earlier this year..."
JUST WOW. Yes, I am sad that Jameth has passed. He was a gift to so many people. But what the hell is the deal with lying about it for so long? What was their plan on all this? To pretend they didn't know, year after year, and hope nobody noticed?
From the HealthForce "rumors" page, since removed and then alteredQuestion: What is the deal with the founders?
We regularly hear all sorts of rumors about our founders. These rumors sometimes surface when products are out of stock, whether due to raw material shortages, regulatory delays, or other hold-ups. On more than one occasion, our reps were even told by customers and health food store employees that it was because the founders had split up and were fighting over the products. This one is just plain laughable. The truth is, running an ethical company in a not-so-ethical world, and dealing with the stress of the constant battles one must contend with in this position, eventually takes its toll.
So our original founders changed direction entirely and relocated with the goal of going off grid and raising a family as they set out to pursue other dreams and write books that make a positive difference in the world. In order to do so, they needed to get a lot of projects off their plates and go offline in order to experience some much-needed personal privacy and focus in these new directions.
Meanwhile, HealthForce has an amazing team of individuals who hold the same level of ethics and integrity, and work hard behind the scenes with a commitment to maintaining our founders’ original vision and keeping it intact. To sum it up, our founders’ mission to make the world a better place continues, and HealthForce is the same hard-core company it has always been!
Transcripts of our phone calls with the company
NOTE: The names of the receptionists have been changed to protect their privacy.
Phone calls placed 9/13/2016:
FIRST PHONE CALL:
NN: Hi I was hoping to speak with Dr. Sheridan...
Cris: He's not available. How can I help you?
NN: I am a writer with naturalnews.com. We recently put out an article on Dr. Sheridan's shijalit product. I was hoping to get a comment from him.
Cris: Oh, well Dr. Sheridan doesn't own the company anymore. I can get you the email of someone you can contact to reach out to the new owner.
NN: Oh ok, did Dr. Sheridan just hand over the company or did him and (owner) make a deal?
Cris: I'm not sure.
NN: Well, we've worked with Dr. Sheridan in the past and we were just wondering why we haven't heard from him in awhile? Or why he hasn't appeared anywhere in awhile?
Cris: Dr. Sheridan stepped down to live a more private life... I think to maybe even write a book or spend time with his family.
NN: Well, how long ago was this? And when did (name) take over?
Cris: A couple months ago. I think 4 or 5 months.
NN: Well we had an anonymous tip that Dr. Sheridan may have passed away... would you care to comment?
Cris: No I don't want to comment at this time.
NN: Ok thank you for your time. have a nice day.
SECOND PHONE CALL:
Cris: Thanks for calling Sheridan this is Cris, how may I assist you today?
NN: Yes I was hoping to speak to Dr. Sheridan please.
(long pause and big exhale before answering)
Cris: Dr. Sheridan is not in the office.
NN: Okay is there a way I could contact him on his direct line or an email address please?
Cris: Dr. Sheridan is no longer the CEO, we have a new CEO.
...
NN: Okay, wonderful. Dr. Sheridan no longer involved with (company name)?
Cris: He's no longer the CEO.
NN: Is he still involved? Because we were looking to hopefully get a comment from him.
Cris: I'm pretty sure his involvement, I know that they're still following his ideas and the things that he wanted to implement, but –pause -- I would recommend -- pause -- speaking with the CEO with further information about Dr. Sheridan for further information.
NN: Well, we did some work with Dr. Sheridan in the past though and we just wanted to get some comments on products that he had put out in the past...
Cris: yes
NN: So if I contact (other person), will he be able to get me in contact with Dr. Sheridan?
-- long pause --
Cris: Possibly... possibly, I'm not sure.
NN: Okay. Well, is there an email address for Dr. Sheridan so I could send something to him as well as Chris?
Cris: We don't have an email for Dr. Sheridan.
NN: Alright, well I appreciate your help then, thank you so much.
Cris: You're welcome, sir, thanks for calling (company name) you have a great day.
THIRD PHONE CALL:
Bill: Thank you for calling (company name).
NN: Hi I was hoping to speak with Dr. Sheridan please.
Bill: Thank you sir, he is no longer with Sheridan. Is there someone else I can direct you to?
NN: I was hoping to get a comment from Dr. Sheridan about a product he put out in the past. Is he still involved with (company name)?
Bill: No he is moving on to other products... projects rather ...ummm (pause) is there anything in particular I can address with you or get you in touch with a product specialist?
NN: Is there any way we can get in contact with Dr. Sheridan?
Bill: No he asked not to be contacted with issues like this...
Email from the company's national sales managerReceived 9/13/2016:
To answer your question regarding Dr. Sheridan, after 25 years of hard work and dedication, Dr. Sheridan actually stepped down as a burnt-out CEO in 2015 to go off grid, write books, and pursue other goals. (CEO name) is a longtime friend of Dr. Sheridan and was asked to take over because he has high integrity and can be trusted to run everything to meet Dr. Sheridan’s high standards.
- National Sales Manager
Learn more: http://www.naturalnews.com/055298_Healthforce_Jameth_Sheridan_death_records.html#ixzz4KMHZXzya
Heartbreaking news... We just got word that Dr. Jameth Sheridan, HealthForce co-founder and formulator, crossed over into the realm of Spirit earlier this year. After 25+ years of hard work, tremendous personal sacrifice, and dedication to making the world a healthier and more compassionate place, the world has lost a hero, and Heaven has gained another angel.
Current Healthforce owners are now claiming they never knew the company founder died. Just stunning the level of deception, conspiracy and denial...
HealthForce deception timeline Timeline:
1) California company founder dies in March, 2016.
2) Nobody running the company or working at the company notices, apparently.
3) Six months later, in September of 2016, they hear about it from a news outlet in Texas (Natural News).
4) They post a "rumors" page claiming all their founders are doing just great, and anyone questioning that is spreading "rumors."
5) Natural News calls them, tells them we have a copy of the death certificate.
6) Company operators act ASTONISHED and claim they never knew!
7) The company posts a memorial page that begins, "Heartbreaking news... We just got word that Dr. Jameth Sheridan, HealthForce co-founder and formulator, crossed over into the realm of Spirit earlier this year..."
JUST WOW. Yes, I am sad that Jameth has passed. He was a gift to so many people. But what the hell is the deal with lying about it for so long? What was their plan on all this? To pretend they didn't know, year after year, and hope nobody noticed?
From the HealthForce "rumors" page, since removed and then alteredQuestion: What is the deal with the founders?
We regularly hear all sorts of rumors about our founders. These rumors sometimes surface when products are out of stock, whether due to raw material shortages, regulatory delays, or other hold-ups. On more than one occasion, our reps were even told by customers and health food store employees that it was because the founders had split up and were fighting over the products. This one is just plain laughable. The truth is, running an ethical company in a not-so-ethical world, and dealing with the stress of the constant battles one must contend with in this position, eventually takes its toll.
So our original founders changed direction entirely and relocated with the goal of going off grid and raising a family as they set out to pursue other dreams and write books that make a positive difference in the world. In order to do so, they needed to get a lot of projects off their plates and go offline in order to experience some much-needed personal privacy and focus in these new directions.
Meanwhile, HealthForce has an amazing team of individuals who hold the same level of ethics and integrity, and work hard behind the scenes with a commitment to maintaining our founders’ original vision and keeping it intact. To sum it up, our founders’ mission to make the world a better place continues, and HealthForce is the same hard-core company it has always been!
Transcripts of our phone calls with the company
NOTE: The names of the receptionists have been changed to protect their privacy.
Phone calls placed 9/13/2016:
FIRST PHONE CALL:
NN: Hi I was hoping to speak with Dr. Sheridan...
Cris: He's not available. How can I help you?
NN: I am a writer with naturalnews.com. We recently put out an article on Dr. Sheridan's shijalit product. I was hoping to get a comment from him.
Cris: Oh, well Dr. Sheridan doesn't own the company anymore. I can get you the email of someone you can contact to reach out to the new owner.
NN: Oh ok, did Dr. Sheridan just hand over the company or did him and (owner) make a deal?
Cris: I'm not sure.
NN: Well, we've worked with Dr. Sheridan in the past and we were just wondering why we haven't heard from him in awhile? Or why he hasn't appeared anywhere in awhile?
Cris: Dr. Sheridan stepped down to live a more private life... I think to maybe even write a book or spend time with his family.
NN: Well, how long ago was this? And when did (name) take over?
Cris: A couple months ago. I think 4 or 5 months.
NN: Well we had an anonymous tip that Dr. Sheridan may have passed away... would you care to comment?
Cris: No I don't want to comment at this time.
NN: Ok thank you for your time. have a nice day.
SECOND PHONE CALL:
Cris: Thanks for calling Sheridan this is Cris, how may I assist you today?
NN: Yes I was hoping to speak to Dr. Sheridan please.
(long pause and big exhale before answering)
Cris: Dr. Sheridan is not in the office.
NN: Okay is there a way I could contact him on his direct line or an email address please?
Cris: Dr. Sheridan is no longer the CEO, we have a new CEO.
...
NN: Okay, wonderful. Dr. Sheridan no longer involved with (company name)?
Cris: He's no longer the CEO.
NN: Is he still involved? Because we were looking to hopefully get a comment from him.
Cris: I'm pretty sure his involvement, I know that they're still following his ideas and the things that he wanted to implement, but –pause -- I would recommend -- pause -- speaking with the CEO with further information about Dr. Sheridan for further information.
NN: Well, we did some work with Dr. Sheridan in the past though and we just wanted to get some comments on products that he had put out in the past...
Cris: yes
NN: So if I contact (other person), will he be able to get me in contact with Dr. Sheridan?
-- long pause --
Cris: Possibly... possibly, I'm not sure.
NN: Okay. Well, is there an email address for Dr. Sheridan so I could send something to him as well as Chris?
Cris: We don't have an email for Dr. Sheridan.
NN: Alright, well I appreciate your help then, thank you so much.
Cris: You're welcome, sir, thanks for calling (company name) you have a great day.
THIRD PHONE CALL:
Bill: Thank you for calling (company name).
NN: Hi I was hoping to speak with Dr. Sheridan please.
Bill: Thank you sir, he is no longer with Sheridan. Is there someone else I can direct you to?
NN: I was hoping to get a comment from Dr. Sheridan about a product he put out in the past. Is he still involved with (company name)?
Bill: No he is moving on to other products... projects rather ...ummm (pause) is there anything in particular I can address with you or get you in touch with a product specialist?
NN: Is there any way we can get in contact with Dr. Sheridan?
Bill: No he asked not to be contacted with issues like this...
Email from the company's national sales managerReceived 9/13/2016:
To answer your question regarding Dr. Sheridan, after 25 years of hard work and dedication, Dr. Sheridan actually stepped down as a burnt-out CEO in 2015 to go off grid, write books, and pursue other goals. (CEO name) is a longtime friend of Dr. Sheridan and was asked to take over because he has high integrity and can be trusted to run everything to meet Dr. Sheridan’s high standards.
- National Sales Manager
Learn more: http://www.naturalnews.com/055298_Healthforce_Jameth_Sheridan_death_records.html#ixzz4KMHZXzya
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Vitamineral Green superfood from Healthforce Nutritionals packs high-density nutrition that goes beyond organic
Interview with Dr Jameth Sheridan, founder of Healthforce Nutritionals
Ayurvedic shilajit supplement found to contain alarmingly high levels of LEAD and ARSENIC heavy metals: Health Ranger issues consumer warning
Personal Health Transformation Video Contest won with story of healing Lyme Disease
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What is Shilajit Powder
Shilajit’s origin lies in the ancient organic plant material preserved in the dark crevices of the Himalayan Mountains. As the sun warms up the mountain and melts the snow, a soft, heavy resin seeps out and is collected by local farmers.
This thick resin is then dried and ground into a fine powder known as shilajit, meaning “rock-invincible” in Sanskrit. It has a natural smoky flavor and is high in iron with important nutrients like fulvic acid, calcium, selenium and magnesium.
Shilajit’s origin lies in the ancient organic plant material preserved in the dark crevices of the Himalayan Mountains. As the sun warms up the mountain and melts the snow, a soft, heavy resin seeps out and is collected by local farmers.
This thick resin is then dried and ground into a fine powder known as shilajit, meaning “rock-invincible” in Sanskrit. It has a natural smoky flavor and is high in iron with important nutrients like fulvic acid, calcium, selenium and magnesium.
Shilajit heavy metals test results released by the non-profit
Consumer Wellness Center:
HealthForce shows by far the highest in lead and aluminum among brands tested
by Mike Adams, the Health Ranger
Tags: Shilajit, heavy metals, lab test results
http://www.naturalnews.com/055381_Shilajit_heavy_metals_lab_test_results.html
(NaturalNews) The non-profit Consumer Wellness Center has just published heavy metals tests results for eight of the most popular brands of Shilajit, a black tar-like substance that oozes out from between the rocks of mountains. See published results here. Many U.S. dietary supplement consumers are eating Shilajit without having any clue whatsoever about its composition.
In a previous Natural News article, I warned about high levels of lead and aluminum in a HealthForce Shilajit product (plus lower levels of arsenic, copper and other elements). Since that time, I also learned that the founder and formulator of HealthForce, a natural medicine pioneer named Jameth Sheridan, passed away six months ago, reportedly from disease of the kidneys. The HealthForce company, it turns out, had conspired to cover up the death of their own founder and prevent their customers from learning this fact. The day after my article appeared on Natural News, the HealthForce company announced it had suddenly learned about the death of their founder, and they were shocked and heartbroken. (Yes, we're all supposed to believe they had no idea Jameth Sheridan died six months ago... and that they first learned about it from Natural News.)
What follows here are data produced via ICP-MS analysis in my laboratory, Consumer Wellness Center Labs (CWClabs.com), which is an internationally accredited, ISO-17025 laboratory. What these data show are a very wide range of lead and aluminum composition among competing brands of Shilajit. (For the record, I do not sell Shilajit, and I will never sell Shjilajit because I don't think it's a safe supplement to sell to the public. Many Shilajit supplements have been banned in Canada and other countries, by the way.)
All numbers are in parts per billion (ppb). It takes 1,000 ppb to equal 1 ppm. Here are the brands whose products were tested:
Shilajit Supreme (HealthForce)
Shilajit Powder (Ojio)
Authentic Shilajit (Lotus Blooming Herbs)
Shilajit Fulvic Acid Complex (Jarrow Formulas)
Shilajit Powder (The Right Herb Company)
Shilajit (Vitajing Herbs)
High Mountain Shilajit (Dragon Herbs)
Shilajit (Pure Himalayan)
To find out how many micrograms, milligrams or grams of lead or aluminum you would be consuming with these products, you can use the online Heavy Metals Calculator at CWC Labs.
Heavy metals limits and published standards (including Prop 65 limits) are found at this link.
Aluminum results (ppb) published by the Consumer Wellness
Center
Shilajit Supreme (HealthForce) = 1303344 ppb
Shilajit Powder (Ojio) = 66019 ppb
Authentic Shilajit (Lotus Blooming Herbs) = 122521 ppb
Shilajit Fulvic Acid Complex (Jarrow Formulas) = 18952 ppb
Shilajit Powder (The Right Herb Company) = 24811 ppb
Shilajit (Vitajing Herbs) = 31040 ppb
High Mountain Shilajit (Dragon Herbs) = 1188975 ppb
Shilajit (Pure Himalayan) = 511910 ppb
Lead results (ppb) published by the Consumer Wellness Center
Shilajit Supreme (HealthForce) = 2814 ppb
Shilajit Powder (Ojio) = 70 ppb
Authentic Shilajit (Lotus Blooming Herbs) = 396 ppb
Shilajit Fulvic Acid Complex (Jarrow Formulas) = 414 ppb
Shilajit Powder (The Right Herb Company) = 97 ppb
Shilajit (Vitajing Herbs) = 141 ppb
High Mountain Shilajit (Dragon Herbs) = 1561 ppb
Shilajit (Pure Himalayan) = 1134 ppb
In terms of lead, the cleanest products tested were from Ojio and The Right Herb Company.
Interpreting the numbersWhat's clear from these data is that HealthForce Shilajit contains by far the highest level of lead compared to all other brands tested, nearly doubling the next highest level. HealthForce Shilajit is also significantly higher in aluminum than all other brands tested, delivering an astonishing 1303 ppm of aluminum (or over 1 part per thousand!).
Eating Shilajit from HealthForce apparently involves eating a very high concentration of aluminum. Keep in mind that many of the very same people who consume HealthForce products are those who decry aluminum in vaccines and aluminum in "chemtrails." Most of these people won't dare use antiperspirants containing aluminum, yet they are eating huge concentrations of aluminum that oozes out from mountain rocks. (Just WOW.)
The recommended serving size for HealthForce Shilajit is 940 mg (two capsules). When you multiply that serving size by the lead content using my online heavy metals calculator, you discover that you're eating 2.65 micrograms of lead per day, or almost a full milligram of lead over the course of a year from this product alone.
HealthForce has a long history of deliberate deception in its attempts to tell customers heavy metals don't matter. This is entirely consistent with the company's recent conspiracy to cover up the death of its own founder, a person who is widely known throughout the industry to use raw materials from China, where heavy metals contamination of natural products is very high. Other products from HealthForce also test much higher in lead than most other brands, including their spirulina and Vitamineral Green products.
Out of this list, I personally would not consume any product with a lead concentration higher than 100 ppb. A low lead number can only be achieved in two ways:
1) Sourcing cleaner raw materials.
2) "Cutting" the raw materials with cleaner material to reduce the resulting concentration.
Thus, it's impossible to know whether the "low lead" Shilajit products in this list are actually cleaner raw materials or are perhaps mixed with other materials during manufacturing.
I have also found, through experience, that nearly none of the natural product companies in America systematically test their products for heavy metals. Truly, most companies in this industry have absolutely no idea what they're selling in terms of elemental composition. This should be a huge red flag for health product consumers.
Unscrupulous sellers deny the toxicity of lead, sounding a whole lot like Monsanto denying the toxicity of GMOsTo those Table of Elements Denialists who claim heavy metals are good for you, here's how to get educated and protect yourself from the charlatans:
INDUSTRY IN DENIAL: Health Ranger warns about the massive heavy metals poisoning problem in the dietary supplements industry.
Eating heavy metals more dangerous to your health than SMOKING: Watch this urgent presentation (it could save you from EARLY DEATH).
Sources for this article include:
http://www.consumerwellness.org/Shilajit-Hea...
http://www.naturalnews.com/055266_shilajit_h...
http://cwclabs.com/HeavyMetalsCalculator.htm...
http://cwclabs.com/HeavyMetalsStandards.html
http://www.naturalnews.com/055298_Healthforc...
http://www.naturalnews.com/055283_dietary_su...
http://www.naturalnews.com/055311_heavy_meta...
Learn more: http://www.naturalnews.com/055381_Shilajit_heavy_metals_lab_test_results.html#ixzz4Kux66H4p
Consumer Wellness Center:
HealthForce shows by far the highest in lead and aluminum among brands tested
by Mike Adams, the Health Ranger
Tags: Shilajit, heavy metals, lab test results
http://www.naturalnews.com/055381_Shilajit_heavy_metals_lab_test_results.html
(NaturalNews) The non-profit Consumer Wellness Center has just published heavy metals tests results for eight of the most popular brands of Shilajit, a black tar-like substance that oozes out from between the rocks of mountains. See published results here. Many U.S. dietary supplement consumers are eating Shilajit without having any clue whatsoever about its composition.
In a previous Natural News article, I warned about high levels of lead and aluminum in a HealthForce Shilajit product (plus lower levels of arsenic, copper and other elements). Since that time, I also learned that the founder and formulator of HealthForce, a natural medicine pioneer named Jameth Sheridan, passed away six months ago, reportedly from disease of the kidneys. The HealthForce company, it turns out, had conspired to cover up the death of their own founder and prevent their customers from learning this fact. The day after my article appeared on Natural News, the HealthForce company announced it had suddenly learned about the death of their founder, and they were shocked and heartbroken. (Yes, we're all supposed to believe they had no idea Jameth Sheridan died six months ago... and that they first learned about it from Natural News.)
What follows here are data produced via ICP-MS analysis in my laboratory, Consumer Wellness Center Labs (CWClabs.com), which is an internationally accredited, ISO-17025 laboratory. What these data show are a very wide range of lead and aluminum composition among competing brands of Shilajit. (For the record, I do not sell Shilajit, and I will never sell Shjilajit because I don't think it's a safe supplement to sell to the public. Many Shilajit supplements have been banned in Canada and other countries, by the way.)
All numbers are in parts per billion (ppb). It takes 1,000 ppb to equal 1 ppm. Here are the brands whose products were tested:
Shilajit Supreme (HealthForce)
Shilajit Powder (Ojio)
Authentic Shilajit (Lotus Blooming Herbs)
Shilajit Fulvic Acid Complex (Jarrow Formulas)
Shilajit Powder (The Right Herb Company)
Shilajit (Vitajing Herbs)
High Mountain Shilajit (Dragon Herbs)
Shilajit (Pure Himalayan)
To find out how many micrograms, milligrams or grams of lead or aluminum you would be consuming with these products, you can use the online Heavy Metals Calculator at CWC Labs.
Heavy metals limits and published standards (including Prop 65 limits) are found at this link.
Aluminum results (ppb) published by the Consumer Wellness
Center
Shilajit Supreme (HealthForce) = 1303344 ppb
Shilajit Powder (Ojio) = 66019 ppb
Authentic Shilajit (Lotus Blooming Herbs) = 122521 ppb
Shilajit Fulvic Acid Complex (Jarrow Formulas) = 18952 ppb
Shilajit Powder (The Right Herb Company) = 24811 ppb
Shilajit (Vitajing Herbs) = 31040 ppb
High Mountain Shilajit (Dragon Herbs) = 1188975 ppb
Shilajit (Pure Himalayan) = 511910 ppb
Lead results (ppb) published by the Consumer Wellness Center
Shilajit Supreme (HealthForce) = 2814 ppb
Shilajit Powder (Ojio) = 70 ppb
Authentic Shilajit (Lotus Blooming Herbs) = 396 ppb
Shilajit Fulvic Acid Complex (Jarrow Formulas) = 414 ppb
Shilajit Powder (The Right Herb Company) = 97 ppb
Shilajit (Vitajing Herbs) = 141 ppb
High Mountain Shilajit (Dragon Herbs) = 1561 ppb
Shilajit (Pure Himalayan) = 1134 ppb
In terms of lead, the cleanest products tested were from Ojio and The Right Herb Company.
Interpreting the numbersWhat's clear from these data is that HealthForce Shilajit contains by far the highest level of lead compared to all other brands tested, nearly doubling the next highest level. HealthForce Shilajit is also significantly higher in aluminum than all other brands tested, delivering an astonishing 1303 ppm of aluminum (or over 1 part per thousand!).
Eating Shilajit from HealthForce apparently involves eating a very high concentration of aluminum. Keep in mind that many of the very same people who consume HealthForce products are those who decry aluminum in vaccines and aluminum in "chemtrails." Most of these people won't dare use antiperspirants containing aluminum, yet they are eating huge concentrations of aluminum that oozes out from mountain rocks. (Just WOW.)
The recommended serving size for HealthForce Shilajit is 940 mg (two capsules). When you multiply that serving size by the lead content using my online heavy metals calculator, you discover that you're eating 2.65 micrograms of lead per day, or almost a full milligram of lead over the course of a year from this product alone.
HealthForce has a long history of deliberate deception in its attempts to tell customers heavy metals don't matter. This is entirely consistent with the company's recent conspiracy to cover up the death of its own founder, a person who is widely known throughout the industry to use raw materials from China, where heavy metals contamination of natural products is very high. Other products from HealthForce also test much higher in lead than most other brands, including their spirulina and Vitamineral Green products.
Out of this list, I personally would not consume any product with a lead concentration higher than 100 ppb. A low lead number can only be achieved in two ways:
1) Sourcing cleaner raw materials.
2) "Cutting" the raw materials with cleaner material to reduce the resulting concentration.
Thus, it's impossible to know whether the "low lead" Shilajit products in this list are actually cleaner raw materials or are perhaps mixed with other materials during manufacturing.
I have also found, through experience, that nearly none of the natural product companies in America systematically test their products for heavy metals. Truly, most companies in this industry have absolutely no idea what they're selling in terms of elemental composition. This should be a huge red flag for health product consumers.
Unscrupulous sellers deny the toxicity of lead, sounding a whole lot like Monsanto denying the toxicity of GMOsTo those Table of Elements Denialists who claim heavy metals are good for you, here's how to get educated and protect yourself from the charlatans:
INDUSTRY IN DENIAL: Health Ranger warns about the massive heavy metals poisoning problem in the dietary supplements industry.
Eating heavy metals more dangerous to your health than SMOKING: Watch this urgent presentation (it could save you from EARLY DEATH).
Sources for this article include:
http://www.consumerwellness.org/Shilajit-Hea...
http://www.naturalnews.com/055266_shilajit_h...
http://cwclabs.com/HeavyMetalsCalculator.htm...
http://cwclabs.com/HeavyMetalsStandards.html
http://www.naturalnews.com/055298_Healthforc...
http://www.naturalnews.com/055283_dietary_su...
http://www.naturalnews.com/055311_heavy_meta...
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Heartbreaking News
Heartbreaking news... We received official confirmation that Dr. Jameth Sheridan, HealthForce co-founder and formulator, crossed over into the realm of Spirit earlier this year. After 25+ years of hard work, tremendous personal sacrifice, and dedication to making the world a healthier and more compassionate place, the world has lost a hero, and Heaven has gained another angel.
His wife, who was also his best friend and soul mate of 25+ years, has been steeped in unfathomable grief and wasn’t in an emotional state to post an official announcement to anyone, not even us or her own friends and family, so we didn’t get the news or the full story until now.
The Sheridans had actually begun unplugging from their stressful public lives in 2015 to live off the grid, write books, and pursue their other dreams, including developing plant-based Permaculture and farming methods for more sustainable living. So Jameth had stepped down from his position as HealthForce CEO and was finally pursuing his dream of living off the land and developing farming methods to help save the world.
His goal was to then put the power into the people’s hands to grow and create their own plant-based food supplements in their own yards rather than having to rely on products in bottles, which he always said was second-best but usually the best people could do in the modern world. Sadly, he never got to see his dream come to full fruition, and our hearts are breaking for what his widowed soul mate must be going through.
Jameth ultimately passed due to an unexpected complication from septic shock, but this was after a long and complicated journey, which he was writing about in a forthcoming book that his widow will eventually complete. Jameth was actually battling health complications from an early age, and his interest in health, which began in his teenage years, not only helped him to deal with his own health issues but also enabled him to share that knowledge to help others, which was always his passion. In fact, he usually spent more time helping others than taking care of himself.
Anyone who knew him personally knew that this is just the kind of person he was. He was always the one to stop and help people at the side of the road when everyone else just whizzed by, regardless of how exhausted or hungry or late he was to his next destination. These are traits of a rare and true hero; a truly compassionate soul. These traits began in early childhood, as he was also the boy who stood up for other children on the playground even if it meant he ended up being the one who got attacked instead.
By the end of his teenage years, he instinctively knew he needed to do more for his health than the average person, and intensive study in Iridology confirmed that he was born with tremendous genetic weaknesses. In fact, Iridology professionals often used him as an example of a person with the worst genetic constitution they had ever seen. He was told on more than one occasion that he “had his work cut out for him” right there in his own body.
November 5, 1969 – March 14, 2016
Jameth always kept a positive attitude and felt that perhaps all of his genetic weaknesses were somehow Divinely ordained, putting him in the unique position of having to go the extra mile to really understand how to keep the body healthy – even if that body starts out with tremendous disadvantage. By his early twenties, he already had early stage kidney cancer of a very aggressive form.
He didn’t yet realize exactly what he was dealing with or just how aggressive it really was. Thanks to adopting a pure organic raw food vegan diet, coupled with superfood formulas that he created to help bolster his health, he managed to regain his health and survive far longer than people typically survive this form of cancer. Proponents of the usual chemo and radiation agree that those therapies don’t typically work for this form of cancer, and their best bet is to surgically remove the kidney and hope for the best. Rather than just looking at alleged statistics,
Jameth kept track of countless real-world cases of kidney cancer over the years. 100% of the cases he studied, who had the kidney removed even in stage 1, still ended up with metastatic cancer that eventually killed them. He was determined to find another way. So he chose not to undergo surgery but rather to seek alternative therapies.
He again always kept a positive attitude, feeling that the fact that he had an extra difficult form of cancer was also Divinely ordained, making his mission to find a cure more important, as he would be able to help even the toughest and most aggressive cases of cancer. He was making great strides in cancer research and unfortunately was often under attack behind the scenes for his research and intention to eventually go public with the alternative cures he uncovered. He was literally a walking laboratory with the goal of using what he learned to help countless others, regardless of the risk it posed to his own safety.
Jameth did remarkably well for decades, despite the odds being against him, compounded by the constant stress of being under relentless attack from both sides of the fence (both the mainstream and the alternative), as true pioneers often are. The only hope for his particular type of cancer (with a lot of very similar traits to aggressive melanoma) was intense immune therapy.
As anyone knows, constant stress is the antithesis of immune therapy, so it was his nutrition alone that got him through for so long under the circumstances. Unfortunately, he ended up running two companies and having separate cell phones for each of the two companies, which he kept clipped to the top of his belt for over 10 years, both flanking his right kidney, not realizing until too late that he had added tremendous fuel to the fire, and the beast that he had conquered for so long was back. Yet again, he kept a remarkably positive attitude, feeling that this too was somehow Divinely ordained, as it led him to do tremendous research into the connection between cell phones (and wi fi in general) and cancer.
This became yet another mission of his, and he made great strides in researching ways to reduce cell phone radiation and wi fi as much as possible while still living in the modern world. He met with countless other people at alternative cancer clinics who had cancers exactly where they kept their cell phones on their bodies (breast cancer in women with tumors exactly where they kept their cell phones in their bras, brain cancer in those who held up their cell phones to their heads for hours per day, and others types of cancer directly correlating to where people clipped their cell phones on their belts or other parts of their bodies).
He soon suspected that there was a tremendous cover-up behind the true dangers of cell phones, and he was working on going public with this information in a much larger way, again often personally attacked behind the scenes for wanting to stand up for what was right.
Ultimately, and with the insistence of his worried wife, Jameth realized he was spending too much time trying to help others and not nearly enough time taking care of himself. So he tried numerous times to step away from the stressful position of being CEO of a growing company constantly under fire, but the company kept being unfairly attacked, so he continually felt it was his duty to step back in and defend the company rather than taking care of himself.
When the Prop 65 situation led to a brutal attack on the natural products industry at large (some speculate that this can be traced back to conflicting special interests, but we won’t venture into that territory), it became an intense passion of his to research the natural occurrence of heavy metals in natural foods, the balance of nature, and how this differs from the occurrence of heavy metals in inorganic substances. He insisted on spending tremendous amounts of money on this research, meticulously testing every product and every ingredient both through a cutting-edge in-house research lab (for which he spared no expense) and also independent third party research labs. Whenever a batch didn’t meet his approval (even if it was “good enough” according to industry standards), he insisted on dumping the product and starting over.
This level of dedication nearly drove HealthForce to the point of bankruptcy, but his mission was never about profit; it was about the truth and about helping people and making the world a better place. When the Prop 65 legislation first took effect in California and began demanding that companies in the natural products industry put warning labels on health products regardless of those products’ proven track record of helping people, he felt the most honorable thing to do was to fight this legislation for the sake of preserving the natural products industry and not allowing what he felt was an evil agenda trying to take down the natural/alternative industry as a whole.
(NOTE: In keeping Prop 65 compliant, we hereby make the disclaimer that these statements are not official HealthForce statements regarding Prop 65 or its agenda; this is simply the accurate telling of one man’s motives behind standing up for a cause he believed in.) He soon learned the hard way that this was no less than stepping into a lion’s pit without any armor, and HealthForce was in over its head, so he backed down, spearheaded a product recall, and approved having the Prop 65 labels applied as required to products shipped to California.
However, because of his initial attempts to fight the attack, he succumbed to huge legal fees that HealthForce is still struggling to pay. So, once again he was being attacked and harmed for standing up for a cause he felt it was important enough to stand up for, a common theme throughout his life, and throughout human history.
Along the way, Jameth discovered all of the emotional components that have significant involvement in human health issues. Beyond the obvious correlation between stress and the immune system, and how it relates to the disease process, he began uncovering the lesser known but very strong correlation between early childhood emotional wounds and adulthood cancers, and this became yet another passion of his, with the intention of helping others. He also began to realize the importance of living one’s dreams in order to fully self-actualize and overcome disease, so he began exploring all of his goals and dreams and deciding what he wanted to do with the second half of his life.
Ultimately, he began putting together all the pieces he had learned through decades of research into diet/nutrition/lifestyle, cell phones and wi fi, stress, emotional wounds, and living one’s full purpose. Throughout this process, and throughout his life, he helped many others along the way. He used his knowledge to help both people and animals to overcome a whole host of conditions, and (along with his wife) gained a reputation among veterinarians for having rescued animals who live far longer than they are “supposed” to live, by feeding them a uniquely healthy organic vegan diet along with the superfood formulas he created. The health and longevity of his own pets, in addition to the health and youthfulness of his wife and extended family, are a testament to the value of the products he formulated.
As the final leg of his journey, Jameth decided it was time to realize his own unfulfilled dreams. So in 2015 he stepped down from HealthForce, put a trusted long time friend in place behind the scenes to make sure the company continued running according to his standards of highest integrity, and put plans in place to unplug and go off-grid with his wife and beloved soul mate to finally live their unfulfilled dreams together after spending the first 25 years of their relationship helping others at their own sacrifice. In doing so, he began making significant progress in his healing and was so close to beating the cancer completely and permanently, with plans to then share this cancer cure with the world, when he suddenly, unexpectedly, and tragically incurred a wound that caused an undetected blood infection and as a result, he went into septic shock and his wife rushed him to the emergency room in the middle of the night.
It was actually complications from the treatment of the septic shock in the ICU that caused heart failure, which ultimately killed him, leading his beloved wife Kim down a spiral of emotional hell that can only be truly understood by someone who has lost a soul mate with whom they have been inseparable for the majority of their life.
Half of Kim had died, and after fighting for the life of her beloved husband/best friend in the ICU among medical personnel who “decided” he was a goner as soon as they found out he had been battling an aggressive form of cancer (not knowing the whole story or how much progress he had made and that he had nearly beat it – or perhaps not wanting to open their minds to the fact that alternative therapies really do work and he would be spearheading this truth), she lost the love of her life and fell into a state of deep emotional pain that is beyond words and beyond comfort.
That is why she chose to go within and couldn’t face the devastation of even discussing it with her own friends and family, let alone those of us still running HealthForce after they had moved on. No one can say what someone else’s grief should look like, or how they will handle it themselves until the unthinkable happens.
Ironically, Jameth’s wife is an afterlife researcher who had devoted a considerable amount of her own life (with Jameth’s ongoing support and assistance behind the scenes) doing work to help those grieving the loss of their beloved pets. Like her husband, she had always walked a path of true integrity from childhood on, often helping others at her own expense, and standing up for others (including animals) even when others criticized her for being a voice for the voiceless. With the help of her husband, she rescued countless animals over the decades, even small animals with shorter life spans, so she had tremendous experience in grief and loss.
She often said that, as painful as it was, she felt all the grief and loss she experienced was for the greater good, as it enabled her to help many others. Sadly, she is now facing the biggest type of loss a human being can fathom: the loss of a soul mate, a best friend, a life partner, a twin, so to speak.
She has truly lost her other half, and we fully respect and understand that she wasn’t ready to talk to anyone about it until now. In fact, she still isn’t ready, but circumstances beyond her control have forced her to tell us the story in response to an inaccurate attack against HealthForce, the company that she and her life partner worked hard and sacrificed so much to build from the ground up, literally starting out homeless and putting everything into a business and a cause they believed in, originally hand writing, Xeroxing, and stapling catalogs themselves before they could afford a computer, and selling products out of the trunk of the beat-up car they lived in, long before the internet became a place of commerce. They chose to do it the hard way and never to “sell out” and do it the easy way, because they wanted to do things the right way.
The Sheridans spearheaded research and supported causes too numerous to mention here, and their great work goes on in many ways that most people don’t even realize traces back to them and their hard work behind the scenes, never stopping to enjoy life enough, or even get enough sleep, because they were always driven to do good and to help others and to make up for all those who aren’t doing enough. The world has truly lost a high vibration Power Couple and has been left with a single broken soul still picking up the pieces.
Under the circumstances, out of respect we ask that this information be treated with the sensitivity in which it is being presented to you. This is not a piece of gossip to slander over the internet. This is the story of a truly unique soul who went above and beyond to make a positive difference in the world, often at his own expense, and it is also the tragic love story of real life people with real emotions and real hearts that break when dealt such a shocking blow. Jameth’s wife has been dealt that blow, and in time she will heal and be better equipped to share the full version of this story and help the world in a much larger way.
For now, we all need to allow her privacy and space to grieve.
HealthForce, too, is now grieving the loss of this incredible man who did so much for the world. His love for humanity, the Earth, and all beings – and his unstoppable passion to help others – fueled all of the exhausting work he did on this planet. Jameth was a pioneer and a visionary leader. In time his controversial theories will meet acceptance at large, as is often the case with those who effect positive change in the world. We believe he will now be able to see this eventual acceptance from a higher vantage point. He was a powerful warrior and a compassionate loving soul. He dedicated his life to helping others heal, rescuing animals, and honoring Mother Earth.
Jameth touched many people's lives with his mission, one that he executed with great passion, generosity, and love for the world and everyone in it. His spirit will live on forever through his legacy, which HealthForce continues to carry forward. To honor Jameth’s life, we intend to expand our product offerings over the coming years to encompass more of the essential tools that we all need to thrive in the modern world.
Quality nutrition is an excellent foundation, but in addition to that, there are other important aspects of health, which we intend to illuminate and support in his honor. We sincerely thank you all for your prayers in this time of transition. In particular, please send love and light to his grieving wife and soul mate, Kim Sheridan. May Dr. Jameth Sheridan rest in peace, as his legacy is carried forward. Knowing Jameth, he’s likely very busy in Heaven now, making a positive difference there, too.
Statement from Kim Sheridan
Heartbreaking news... We received official confirmation that Dr. Jameth Sheridan, HealthForce co-founder and formulator, crossed over into the realm of Spirit earlier this year. After 25+ years of hard work, tremendous personal sacrifice, and dedication to making the world a healthier and more compassionate place, the world has lost a hero, and Heaven has gained another angel.
His wife, who was also his best friend and soul mate of 25+ years, has been steeped in unfathomable grief and wasn’t in an emotional state to post an official announcement to anyone, not even us or her own friends and family, so we didn’t get the news or the full story until now.
The Sheridans had actually begun unplugging from their stressful public lives in 2015 to live off the grid, write books, and pursue their other dreams, including developing plant-based Permaculture and farming methods for more sustainable living. So Jameth had stepped down from his position as HealthForce CEO and was finally pursuing his dream of living off the land and developing farming methods to help save the world.
His goal was to then put the power into the people’s hands to grow and create their own plant-based food supplements in their own yards rather than having to rely on products in bottles, which he always said was second-best but usually the best people could do in the modern world. Sadly, he never got to see his dream come to full fruition, and our hearts are breaking for what his widowed soul mate must be going through.
Jameth ultimately passed due to an unexpected complication from septic shock, but this was after a long and complicated journey, which he was writing about in a forthcoming book that his widow will eventually complete. Jameth was actually battling health complications from an early age, and his interest in health, which began in his teenage years, not only helped him to deal with his own health issues but also enabled him to share that knowledge to help others, which was always his passion. In fact, he usually spent more time helping others than taking care of himself.
Anyone who knew him personally knew that this is just the kind of person he was. He was always the one to stop and help people at the side of the road when everyone else just whizzed by, regardless of how exhausted or hungry or late he was to his next destination. These are traits of a rare and true hero; a truly compassionate soul. These traits began in early childhood, as he was also the boy who stood up for other children on the playground even if it meant he ended up being the one who got attacked instead.
By the end of his teenage years, he instinctively knew he needed to do more for his health than the average person, and intensive study in Iridology confirmed that he was born with tremendous genetic weaknesses. In fact, Iridology professionals often used him as an example of a person with the worst genetic constitution they had ever seen. He was told on more than one occasion that he “had his work cut out for him” right there in his own body.
November 5, 1969 – March 14, 2016
Jameth always kept a positive attitude and felt that perhaps all of his genetic weaknesses were somehow Divinely ordained, putting him in the unique position of having to go the extra mile to really understand how to keep the body healthy – even if that body starts out with tremendous disadvantage. By his early twenties, he already had early stage kidney cancer of a very aggressive form.
He didn’t yet realize exactly what he was dealing with or just how aggressive it really was. Thanks to adopting a pure organic raw food vegan diet, coupled with superfood formulas that he created to help bolster his health, he managed to regain his health and survive far longer than people typically survive this form of cancer. Proponents of the usual chemo and radiation agree that those therapies don’t typically work for this form of cancer, and their best bet is to surgically remove the kidney and hope for the best. Rather than just looking at alleged statistics,
Jameth kept track of countless real-world cases of kidney cancer over the years. 100% of the cases he studied, who had the kidney removed even in stage 1, still ended up with metastatic cancer that eventually killed them. He was determined to find another way. So he chose not to undergo surgery but rather to seek alternative therapies.
He again always kept a positive attitude, feeling that the fact that he had an extra difficult form of cancer was also Divinely ordained, making his mission to find a cure more important, as he would be able to help even the toughest and most aggressive cases of cancer. He was making great strides in cancer research and unfortunately was often under attack behind the scenes for his research and intention to eventually go public with the alternative cures he uncovered. He was literally a walking laboratory with the goal of using what he learned to help countless others, regardless of the risk it posed to his own safety.
Jameth did remarkably well for decades, despite the odds being against him, compounded by the constant stress of being under relentless attack from both sides of the fence (both the mainstream and the alternative), as true pioneers often are. The only hope for his particular type of cancer (with a lot of very similar traits to aggressive melanoma) was intense immune therapy.
As anyone knows, constant stress is the antithesis of immune therapy, so it was his nutrition alone that got him through for so long under the circumstances. Unfortunately, he ended up running two companies and having separate cell phones for each of the two companies, which he kept clipped to the top of his belt for over 10 years, both flanking his right kidney, not realizing until too late that he had added tremendous fuel to the fire, and the beast that he had conquered for so long was back. Yet again, he kept a remarkably positive attitude, feeling that this too was somehow Divinely ordained, as it led him to do tremendous research into the connection between cell phones (and wi fi in general) and cancer.
This became yet another mission of his, and he made great strides in researching ways to reduce cell phone radiation and wi fi as much as possible while still living in the modern world. He met with countless other people at alternative cancer clinics who had cancers exactly where they kept their cell phones on their bodies (breast cancer in women with tumors exactly where they kept their cell phones in their bras, brain cancer in those who held up their cell phones to their heads for hours per day, and others types of cancer directly correlating to where people clipped their cell phones on their belts or other parts of their bodies).
He soon suspected that there was a tremendous cover-up behind the true dangers of cell phones, and he was working on going public with this information in a much larger way, again often personally attacked behind the scenes for wanting to stand up for what was right.
Ultimately, and with the insistence of his worried wife, Jameth realized he was spending too much time trying to help others and not nearly enough time taking care of himself. So he tried numerous times to step away from the stressful position of being CEO of a growing company constantly under fire, but the company kept being unfairly attacked, so he continually felt it was his duty to step back in and defend the company rather than taking care of himself.
When the Prop 65 situation led to a brutal attack on the natural products industry at large (some speculate that this can be traced back to conflicting special interests, but we won’t venture into that territory), it became an intense passion of his to research the natural occurrence of heavy metals in natural foods, the balance of nature, and how this differs from the occurrence of heavy metals in inorganic substances. He insisted on spending tremendous amounts of money on this research, meticulously testing every product and every ingredient both through a cutting-edge in-house research lab (for which he spared no expense) and also independent third party research labs. Whenever a batch didn’t meet his approval (even if it was “good enough” according to industry standards), he insisted on dumping the product and starting over.
This level of dedication nearly drove HealthForce to the point of bankruptcy, but his mission was never about profit; it was about the truth and about helping people and making the world a better place. When the Prop 65 legislation first took effect in California and began demanding that companies in the natural products industry put warning labels on health products regardless of those products’ proven track record of helping people, he felt the most honorable thing to do was to fight this legislation for the sake of preserving the natural products industry and not allowing what he felt was an evil agenda trying to take down the natural/alternative industry as a whole.
(NOTE: In keeping Prop 65 compliant, we hereby make the disclaimer that these statements are not official HealthForce statements regarding Prop 65 or its agenda; this is simply the accurate telling of one man’s motives behind standing up for a cause he believed in.) He soon learned the hard way that this was no less than stepping into a lion’s pit without any armor, and HealthForce was in over its head, so he backed down, spearheaded a product recall, and approved having the Prop 65 labels applied as required to products shipped to California.
However, because of his initial attempts to fight the attack, he succumbed to huge legal fees that HealthForce is still struggling to pay. So, once again he was being attacked and harmed for standing up for a cause he felt it was important enough to stand up for, a common theme throughout his life, and throughout human history.
Along the way, Jameth discovered all of the emotional components that have significant involvement in human health issues. Beyond the obvious correlation between stress and the immune system, and how it relates to the disease process, he began uncovering the lesser known but very strong correlation between early childhood emotional wounds and adulthood cancers, and this became yet another passion of his, with the intention of helping others. He also began to realize the importance of living one’s dreams in order to fully self-actualize and overcome disease, so he began exploring all of his goals and dreams and deciding what he wanted to do with the second half of his life.
Ultimately, he began putting together all the pieces he had learned through decades of research into diet/nutrition/lifestyle, cell phones and wi fi, stress, emotional wounds, and living one’s full purpose. Throughout this process, and throughout his life, he helped many others along the way. He used his knowledge to help both people and animals to overcome a whole host of conditions, and (along with his wife) gained a reputation among veterinarians for having rescued animals who live far longer than they are “supposed” to live, by feeding them a uniquely healthy organic vegan diet along with the superfood formulas he created. The health and longevity of his own pets, in addition to the health and youthfulness of his wife and extended family, are a testament to the value of the products he formulated.
As the final leg of his journey, Jameth decided it was time to realize his own unfulfilled dreams. So in 2015 he stepped down from HealthForce, put a trusted long time friend in place behind the scenes to make sure the company continued running according to his standards of highest integrity, and put plans in place to unplug and go off-grid with his wife and beloved soul mate to finally live their unfulfilled dreams together after spending the first 25 years of their relationship helping others at their own sacrifice. In doing so, he began making significant progress in his healing and was so close to beating the cancer completely and permanently, with plans to then share this cancer cure with the world, when he suddenly, unexpectedly, and tragically incurred a wound that caused an undetected blood infection and as a result, he went into septic shock and his wife rushed him to the emergency room in the middle of the night.
It was actually complications from the treatment of the septic shock in the ICU that caused heart failure, which ultimately killed him, leading his beloved wife Kim down a spiral of emotional hell that can only be truly understood by someone who has lost a soul mate with whom they have been inseparable for the majority of their life.
Half of Kim had died, and after fighting for the life of her beloved husband/best friend in the ICU among medical personnel who “decided” he was a goner as soon as they found out he had been battling an aggressive form of cancer (not knowing the whole story or how much progress he had made and that he had nearly beat it – or perhaps not wanting to open their minds to the fact that alternative therapies really do work and he would be spearheading this truth), she lost the love of her life and fell into a state of deep emotional pain that is beyond words and beyond comfort.
That is why she chose to go within and couldn’t face the devastation of even discussing it with her own friends and family, let alone those of us still running HealthForce after they had moved on. No one can say what someone else’s grief should look like, or how they will handle it themselves until the unthinkable happens.
Ironically, Jameth’s wife is an afterlife researcher who had devoted a considerable amount of her own life (with Jameth’s ongoing support and assistance behind the scenes) doing work to help those grieving the loss of their beloved pets. Like her husband, she had always walked a path of true integrity from childhood on, often helping others at her own expense, and standing up for others (including animals) even when others criticized her for being a voice for the voiceless. With the help of her husband, she rescued countless animals over the decades, even small animals with shorter life spans, so she had tremendous experience in grief and loss.
She often said that, as painful as it was, she felt all the grief and loss she experienced was for the greater good, as it enabled her to help many others. Sadly, she is now facing the biggest type of loss a human being can fathom: the loss of a soul mate, a best friend, a life partner, a twin, so to speak.
She has truly lost her other half, and we fully respect and understand that she wasn’t ready to talk to anyone about it until now. In fact, she still isn’t ready, but circumstances beyond her control have forced her to tell us the story in response to an inaccurate attack against HealthForce, the company that she and her life partner worked hard and sacrificed so much to build from the ground up, literally starting out homeless and putting everything into a business and a cause they believed in, originally hand writing, Xeroxing, and stapling catalogs themselves before they could afford a computer, and selling products out of the trunk of the beat-up car they lived in, long before the internet became a place of commerce. They chose to do it the hard way and never to “sell out” and do it the easy way, because they wanted to do things the right way.
The Sheridans spearheaded research and supported causes too numerous to mention here, and their great work goes on in many ways that most people don’t even realize traces back to them and their hard work behind the scenes, never stopping to enjoy life enough, or even get enough sleep, because they were always driven to do good and to help others and to make up for all those who aren’t doing enough. The world has truly lost a high vibration Power Couple and has been left with a single broken soul still picking up the pieces.
Under the circumstances, out of respect we ask that this information be treated with the sensitivity in which it is being presented to you. This is not a piece of gossip to slander over the internet. This is the story of a truly unique soul who went above and beyond to make a positive difference in the world, often at his own expense, and it is also the tragic love story of real life people with real emotions and real hearts that break when dealt such a shocking blow. Jameth’s wife has been dealt that blow, and in time she will heal and be better equipped to share the full version of this story and help the world in a much larger way.
For now, we all need to allow her privacy and space to grieve.
HealthForce, too, is now grieving the loss of this incredible man who did so much for the world. His love for humanity, the Earth, and all beings – and his unstoppable passion to help others – fueled all of the exhausting work he did on this planet. Jameth was a pioneer and a visionary leader. In time his controversial theories will meet acceptance at large, as is often the case with those who effect positive change in the world. We believe he will now be able to see this eventual acceptance from a higher vantage point. He was a powerful warrior and a compassionate loving soul. He dedicated his life to helping others heal, rescuing animals, and honoring Mother Earth.
Jameth touched many people's lives with his mission, one that he executed with great passion, generosity, and love for the world and everyone in it. His spirit will live on forever through his legacy, which HealthForce continues to carry forward. To honor Jameth’s life, we intend to expand our product offerings over the coming years to encompass more of the essential tools that we all need to thrive in the modern world.
Quality nutrition is an excellent foundation, but in addition to that, there are other important aspects of health, which we intend to illuminate and support in his honor. We sincerely thank you all for your prayers in this time of transition. In particular, please send love and light to his grieving wife and soul mate, Kim Sheridan. May Dr. Jameth Sheridan rest in peace, as his legacy is carried forward. Knowing Jameth, he’s likely very busy in Heaven now, making a positive difference there, too.
Statement from Kim Sheridan
Statement from Kim Sheridan
Jameth and Kim Sheridan
1990 – 2016
Jameth and Kim Sheridan
1990 – 2016
For Those Who Are Confused as to
Why I Didn't Share This News Sooner, Here Is My Story:
I thought I knew grief.
My first pet died when I was a very young child. Over the years, this led to many more beloved pets and many more losses. Over time, one by one, I also lost my great-grandparents, my grandparents, a very close friend, and other friends and relatives. To varying degrees, depending on the closeness of the relationship, all of the losses were painful. All of them were important souls in my life with whom I had spent a lot of time and shared warm memories, and they were sorely missed after they departed. Whenever I was hit with a particularly difficult loss, I tried various outlets for grief support. Along the way, evidence of an afterlife came to me unexpectedly and provided significant comfort. Then I found myself on a path into a new career that I had never chosen or expected; it chose me. I became known as an expert on animals and the afterlife, and I became known as a grief expert for those suffering the loss of a beloved animal. I devoted many, many years to providing comfort to those in grief. Comforting others was interspersed with going through losses of my own. I became certified in a successful form of grief therapy. I continually researched both the afterlife and grief in an effort to find ever greater comfort for those in grief.
I thought I knew grief.
Then life took me on a path that I never, ever expected at all. I was on an intense journey with my life partner, and we thought it was preparing us to help countless others to overcome a most deadly disease, a disease that causes intense physical pain and suffering, and one that takes nearly half of our population away, often far too soon. I thought this would in turn prevent many others from having to experience the intense emotional pain that follows these untimely and miserable losses. I had done my time with grief; now I wanted to prevent it from happening to people in the first place.
I thought I knew grief.
Then crisis hit, suddenly and unexpectedly in the middle of the night, and I spent a day in the Emergency Room and two weeks in the ICU with the love of my life. For two weeks, I literally lived in the ICU, sleeping in a little cot with hard metal springs protruding into my back during the sparse and constantly interrupted sleeping hours. I doted over my Beloved, argued with hospital personnel who were completely closed-minded to the idea that alternative therapies could possibly help, and spent hours online at a little table next to the cot, gathering research data to support the use of these therapies in a futile attempt to get permission to incorporate therapies that the hospital wouldn’t allow. For those two weeks, I ate virtually nothing. Literally. I was dehydrated and exhausted, running on pure adrenaline. When my Beloved slipped into a semi coma, I suddenly felt very alone. More alone than I’ve ever felt in my life. But I kept fighting. I did everything I could. I filled the hospital room with as many therapies, positive affirmations, subliminals and other healing sounds as I could. Every day I had a new list of things for family and friends to bring to the hospital. I brought in healers and therapists. I chanted with mala beads, as did two close friends. I prayed the rosary, and I’m not even Catholic. In fact, I prayed the rosary all night long every night, occasionally falling asleep and dropping the beads, only to suddenly awaken in a panic and start again. Every time I went to the public bathroom down the long cold hallway, I literally got down on my hands and knees and prayed, begged, pleaded, bargained. I envisioned and I intended.
People came in to pray over my Beloved, and others gathered to pray from afar. I talked to my Beloved, stroked him, tried to make him more comfortable. Hospital staff insisted that he had no idea what was going on and that he was no longer responding to anyone, but whenever I was the one who got right up close to him and looked him in the eyes, he suddenly responded. He responded to me and me alone. He still knew what was going on. He still knew his Beloved was by his side and on a mission much like a similar mission we had been on together ten years earlier when our closest friend was hospitalized and we were fighting for our friend’s life together. This time, rather than fighting side by side with my Beloved, I was fighting for my beloved. It had always been us against the world, so to speak, and we could accomplish anything together. Now it was me against the world. My only goal in life anymore was to get him out of shock and well enough to take him home and go back to our life together, the only life I had known for most of my years on this Earth, and a life that we had only just started redesigning in a way that incorporated more fun and less stress, with all new goals and dreams we shared. I always believed I would succeed in getting him out of the hospital and back to the way things were before.
Then one day he finally woke up. He suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head in my direction, and looked straight at me. His lips moved, but I couldn’t tell what he was trying to say. He looked better, and his pupils were no longer dilated. He was no longer in shock. After looking at me, he looked over at my mom, who was right there next to me, and then back at me. We were overjoyed and started talking about getting him out of there ASAP, telling him that the worst was over. Or so I thought. I had no idea that this was the last time my Beloved and I would ever look each other in the eyes. And then, just as suddenly and unexpectedly as he had opened his eyes, they closed. Later that night, things went downhill very rapidly. I was more terrified than I had ever been in my life. Nevertheless, I didn’t believe I was going to lose him. He and I had made a pact. He had told me that if he ever found himself accidentally slipping out of his body and heading toward the Light, he would tell them he wanted to go back, no matter how wonderful it seemed when he got there. He promised. We had listened to an audiobook, which came into our lives on two separate occasions as if to emphasize the importance for us to hear it, about Anita Moorjani, a woman who died and then came back to life and had a miraculous healing. That was our Plan B. As the night wore on I eventually realized that Plan B was at hand. I still didn’t believe he was going to die. His breath slowed down, as did his pulse. Every time he flatlined, his vitals mysteriously improved for a moment but then flatlined again. I saw his aura coming and going. I literally watched what appeared to be him trying to get back into a body that just wasn’t cooperating with our plan. For hours after he had taken his last breath, I was still watching and waiting. I still didn’t believe he was going to die. Things hadn’t gone as planned. But I still didn’t believe he was really going to die, even long after he had died. Eventually I was told I had no more time and needed to leave... without the love of my life. I was in shock.
I thought I knew grief.
I stroked the face and hair and kissed the lifeless lips of my Beloved. The now cold, still body was the body I had laid next to every night for my entire adult life. The lips I had kissed goodnight every night. The strong warm shoulders and arms that had held me close and comforted me through countless moments of grief over a 25+ year span as I had weathered the loss of special pets, friends, and family. This time, when I needed those strong warm shoulders and arms more desperately than ever before, they weren’t there.
I thought I knew grief.
He was the one. The one I knew was “the one” the moment our eyes first met. He knew it too. Instantly. We had both felt a strong indescribable call to be in a certain place at a certain time because we both somehow knew that the other would be there. And we were. We each had loved one other person before we met each other. But it was nothing like this. He was my one true love, my soul mate, my twin flame, my other half. He was also my life partner, my business partner, my husband, my best friend, my sidekick, my everything. I hadn’t lost just one person. I had lost a whole clan of important people all wrapped up into one. We had been homeless together. We had been failures together. We had been successes together. We had been together. For the majority of our lives. We had inside jokes and pet names and games and songs and adventures together. We had laughed hysterically together, somehow finding things funny that no one else saw the humor in but us. In a way, we had our own language that only the two of us understood. Every memory that flooded my brain included him. On the list of the most stressful events a person can go through, death of a spouse is at the top, high above the others. Death of this kind of a spouse is that much higher.
Then I heard myself saying out loud – and really feeling it – that it’s better never to have loved at all than to have loved and lost. It’s just too painful.
I thought I knew grief.
Suddenly I found no comfort in the afterlife at all. I knew he was in a better place, but he was in that better place without me. We had vowed to always be together. We had even removed “til death do us part” from our marriage vows. But suddenly we found ourselves on opposite sides of the veil that separates the physical world from the world of spirit. This wasn’t the plan. What the HELL had happened??!!
I thought I knew grief.
Then I found myself trying to raise my Beloved from the dead. Literally. I literally spent three months trying to raise my Beloved from the dead. As insane as it sounds, raising my Beloved from the dead was the only thing that kept me sane. Keeping hope alive that there was still a chance, that he’d still come home with me, was the only thing that kept me alive. Otherwise, I would have become one of those people who literally die of a broken heart. I wouldn’t have survived the first day, or the first week, or the first month, or the first three months. I stayed up all night reading books on raising the dead. I prayed special prayers. I did affirmations and special ceremonies and held the vision. I insisted to close friends that he had risen from the dead. Some believed me, some didn’t. But I was terrified that if people didn’t believe he was still alive, they’d stop praying for him. They’d stop holding the vision. I believe in the power of prayer and visualizing and manifesting, and I had seen that power in action many times in my life, so in my mind, the more people who were holding that vision, the greater the chances of success. I also still truly believed that he would be raised from the dead, so there was no sense in telling people he had died, because it was only temporary. He’d be back to life soon, and life would go back to normal.
After three months without seeing my Beloved rise from the dead, I began researching time travel. Perhaps I could go back and change things. Perhaps I could prevent this dreadful thing from happening in the first place. I was constantly finding ways to keep hope alive, which was still the only thing keeping me alive.
I thought I knew grief.
I never really understood until now that grief is actually multiple emotions all in one, often all at the same time. Grief is also fear and it is also anger. I found myself having angry outbursts that I had never before experienced in my life. When my printer malfunctioned for the LAST time, it ended up at the bottom of the pool. When the handset of my internet phone wouldn’t hang up properly, I beat it against the phone until the display screen shattered and no longer displayed the name or number of the person who was calling, so I stopped answering the phone. I beat the crap out of my cell phone until the display screen cracked and then I stopped using it entirely. I ransacked my own office. I threw things. I broke things. And I did a lot of screaming and wailing. I often yelled at the top of my lungs when in the car. I yelled at my GPS. I yelled at other drivers. I yelled at parking spaces that were too narrow for even the smallest of cars to realistically fit into. I yelled at people who hadn’t parked straight and ended up using two parking spaces. I yelled at parking lots that didn’t have enough spaces to begin with. I yelled at people who didn’t use their blinkers. I yelled at God. I yelled at the Universe. I yelled at myself. I mean, really YELLED. At the TOP OF MY LUNGS. When people sent me emails saying they didn’t believe that my Beloved was really alive, or that I needed to make a formal announcement, I was FURIOUS. How DARE they stop holding the vision of my Beloved being alive?! How DARE they accuse my Beloved of being dead?!! He and I don’t die on each other. That’s not what we do. I never believed he was going to die. For months after he had died, as crazy as it sounds, I still didn’t believe he was really going to die. I’m not a psychotic person. I’m about as sane and logical as they come. I’m not a stupid person. I actually have a very high IQ. I understand the difference between fantasy and reality. Yet I was coping the only way I could. My body/mind/spirit was in survival mode, and it knew what it needed to do to somehow get me through this.
I thought I knew grief.
For the first time ever, I realized that grief is also fear. Fear is the opposite of love. Intense love had been taken from me and replaced with intense fear. Fear about the future. Fear of facing the next 50+ years alone. One day I was trying to figure out exactly what was this physical feeling inside my body that gripped me 24/7. I was trying to figure out how to describe it. It finally hit me. It was like that feeling you get when someone you love dearly is in the ICU, or in surgery, or late coming home and you can’t reach them on the phone and you fear the worst. That feeling of terror that grips your gut and stays there, makes your heart race, tenses your whole body, puts a lump in your throat that practically strangles you, and nearly takes your breath away. That horrible intense whole-body feeling that doesn’t loosen its grip until your loved one wakes up alive, or comes out of surgery, or comes home safe and sound, and then it releases your body with a profound sigh of relief. This was that feeling but without the part where it goes away in a sigh of relief. It stays and moves in and becomes who you are. At that point, you’re just a living, breathing bundle of terror. You don’t know what joy is anymore. You don’t know what laughter is anymore. All you know is terror. It becomes you, and you become it. You live in fear. Constant fear. Fear that the unthinkable not only MIGHT happen; it HAS happened: your Beloved really isn’t coming home after all. The temporary fear of “What if this terrible thing really happens?” becomes the permanent terror of, “Oh my God, this terrible thing REALLY HAPPENED!!!”
I thought I knew grief.
I was well versed in the “stages of grief.” But somehow I had always thought of them as a checklist, and the job of a grieving person was to get through each of them, one by one, until all the boxes were checked and life went back to normal. In reality, the stages of grief come and go in waves and in random order, sometimes one at a time and sometimes all at the same time. You’re in one stage one moment and then you’re in another stage in the next moment, and then you’re back to the one you thought you already got through. It’s like a roller coaster through Hell. A living Hell.
I thought I knew grief.
All of the types of grief therapy and grief support that are supposed to work sometimes don’t. They just made me feel worse. I found no comfort in words that were supposed to comfort. Words meant to soothe just cut like knives. Words like, “He’s in a better place” just incited furious responses of “But I’M NOT!!!” Words like, “His spirit is all around us now” just conjured up emotionally devastating mental images of my Beloved no longer being intact, but rather torn up into a million pieces and splattered all over the Universe, never to be put back together again. When well-meaning people sent sympathy cards in spite of my insistence that there was nothing to sympathize, I refused to read them, fearing that seeing those words in black and white might somehow etch them into my reality and take away my hope that I might really be able to raise my Beloved from the dead. When I made the mistake of actually opening and reading a card, it opened a floodgate of tears and pain and anger and rage like I never knew one body could contain. When I tried various forms of grief therapy, it often just made me feel worse. When I read books that were intended to comfort and discovered that they were telling me to say goodbye to my Beloved and move forward, I dug my proverbial heels into the ground and said, “HELL NO!” When I listened to grief support CDs, the sad soothing tone of the narrator and the depressing music often just made me feel more miserable than I already did, if that’s even possible.
I thought I knew grief.
I once loved music and believed it was very healing. I now hated it. Instrumental music made me too sad, and music with lyrics brought up memories and reminded me of the way things were, conjuring up images of slow dancing or ballroom dancing or freestyle boogie or cranking it up and playing air guitars with my Beloved. Images of laughing and singing on road trips with my Beloved. Now hearing that same music was absolutely devastating. If I got into the car and accidentally hit the “on” button and it started playing music, I found myself yelling “Shut the FUCK up!” as I immediately punched the “off” button. If I had to go out to an appointment at the vet or the dentist, if they had the NERVE to play MUSIC in the waiting room, it was a living Hell. I tried to drown out the music with distracting thoughts inside my own head, silently yelling “Shut the FUCK UP!” over and over in my mind. If that didn’t work, I went outside. No one had a clue of the emotional hell going on inside my own mind. I put on a “happy face,” was friendly to everyone I met, acting on the outside like everything was completely normal and wonderful. If I happened to run into someone I knew and they asked me how my husband was doing, I said, “He’s doing great – thanks for asking!” More smiles. I kept up this front for as long as I could, and then I raced to the car or home and collapsed, as it was exhausting and torturous to keep up this front for prolonged periods of time. But the only alternative would have been to respond with, “He’s dead. He died. My whole world has been torn apart, the rug has been pulled out from under me, and I honestly don’t know how I can go on.” This would open up a floodgate of convulsive sobbing and tears that I couldn’t allow to happen in public. I already knew what that looked like in private, and it was nothing I wanted to subject innocent strangers or even acquaintances or actual friends to. People usually don’t know how to talk to someone in grief. They don’t teach this stuff in school. So people fall back on cliches they’ve heard, or things that are supposed to be helpful but in reality just make the griever feel worse. At least that’s the case with this kind of grief. It’s hard on the griever, and it’s very awkward for the kindhearted person trying to help. If people knew that I was in grief, they might think that I must need a hug, so they’d hug me, not knowing that the only hug I want is the one I can’t have: the warm, strong familiar hug of my Beloved. So I felt it was better, for their sake and mine, not to go there. Other than essential appointments, I became a recluse. I was in hiding. I was hiding from music. I was hiding from painful social interactions. I desperately needed the whole world to just leave me alone for awhile and let me do this in the only way that worked for me. Grief is like a fingerprint. No two people’s experience of it are exactly the same.
I thought I knew grief.
I was a hermit. I needed the world to stop interfering with my process. Unfortunately and ironically, because my Beloved and I had lived lives in service to the world, now that I was going through the most painful experience of my life – more painful than I could have possibly imagined – more pain than I thought a human being could go through and even survive – that same world we had served for so long was now looming in the background, threatening to pounce if I made one wrong move. When you live a public life, you’re not really allowed to honor your own privacy, and the world at large isn’t willing to honor it either. They want to make your business their business. In some cases, you’re expected to announce the very personal hardships of your own personal life for all the world to see. Experts say you’re supposed to wait a year before making any big decisions when dealing with this kind of grief. Deciding exactly how to make an announcement of this caliber is a big decision. A very big decision. I knew I’d only have one chance to decide exactly how to do it, and then I’d have to live with it, because I wouldn’t be able to go back and undo it if it came out wrong. If I announced my private business to the world too soon, I’d likely do it wrong in my incapacitated state, and it would incite a backlash of cruel people who would just LOVE to slam my Beloved and everything he stood for. If I waited until I was actually ready to come out of my cocoon and do it right, I’d be criticized for waiting too long, or accused of hiding something. I knew I was in a no-win situation. I also realized we live in a world of conformity where unique and ethical lifestyle choices are always in question. Vegans aren’t allowed to have cancer. Raw fooders aren’t allowed to get sick. Health conscious people aren’t ever allowed to have anything wrong with them. The rest of the population can be wrought with cancer (not to mention heart disease and diabetes and a whole host of other health conditions) and they’re treated with sympathy. But when health conscious vegans have cancer or any other health condition, it’s blamed on their diet. If veganism and health products were actually the cause of cancer, then that would be great news for the rest of the population, because that would mean that the vast majority of people would never have to worry about cancer. Such is not the case. If my Beloved’s diet and supplements had caused his demise, then I would have died too, as we were both on the same diet and supplement regime for 25+ years. But I know the world we live in and the industry my Beloved is known in. In a world of good versus evil, so to speak, the evil seem to enjoy going after the good while making it appear that it is the other way around. They want to make your hardship their glory. They want to kick you when you’re down. They want to make you wrong. And because they feel that your private life is their business, the times when you need space and privacy the most are the times when you’ll end up being criticized the most for it. The truth is, I couldn’t even bring myself to announce anything to my own close friends and family. Even putting it into words was too devastating to entertain. That would make it too real. My pain was raw and deep, and I just needed everyone to leave me alone for awhile. Immediate family already knew, and they were honoring my process. They were going through their own process. I couldn’t even think about dealing with public relations or what would become of the company, or how the company would pay its legal debts, or even my own future. None of it mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was preserving the honor of my Beloved, the most kindhearted, generous, selfless, and compassionate man I have ever known. This wasn’t about a PR campaign, or a company, or public opinion. This was about two real living, breathing human beings who were each other’s world, who had tragically and unexpectedly become separated, causing more pain than one can even fathom if they haven’t been through it themselves.
I thought I knew grief.
When you don’t think you’re going to die, you don’t get your affairs in order. When your affairs aren’t in order, someone else has to handle them post-mortem. The paperwork involved in getting one’s affairs in order is more time consuming and complicated than I ever realized, especially when your life is as busy, complicated, and multifaceted as ours was and still is. So I never really took actual time off. Along with grieving, I was still working. I had a lot of responsibilities still on my plate. I was now also doing all his jobs, all my jobs, all his chores, all my chores, and handling all the required paperwork that was coming at me because of his passing. So I was still at my desk all day virtually every day, dealing with credit card companies and files and reports and taxes and other things that just kept coming at me. And all of it was constantly reminding me of a harsh reality that I didn’t even want to believe, which made me feel even worse. Life wasn’t letting me take time to just grieve. It was forcing me to grieve while simultaneously doing ten other things at once.
I thought I knew grief.
My home was silent. A home once filled with music and laughter was now silent. Deafeningly silent. I needed something to drown out the silence. Something to drown out my own thoughts. I decided to give music another chance, but I knew it had to be music that didn’t remind me of him. I tried to recall the music from my high school days, a million years ago, before I had found my Beloved. Music that didn’t bring up memories that I couldn’t allow in. Music that I could resonate with in my current state. Music that could be a companion, whose lyrics spoke what I was feeling. Music that expressed on my behalf, to help share the burden. Only one song fit that bill: Fade to Black by Metallica, so I found it on YouTube and played it on my computer, over and over, for hours on end as I worked at my desk. Whenever it got to the long guitar solo at the end, I started it over. I needed the lyrics. I needed those words to be the only words in my world for awhile, because those words understood me. Then I ordered the song online and put it on our stereo in the middle of the house and cranked it up. Really loud. DEAFENINGLY LOUD. I looped it and cranked it for hours and hours and hours, over and over. Somehow, I couldn’t turn it down. It had to be LOUD. I played that song over and over, over and over, only turning it off at bedtime. This went on for days. Then my ears began ringing so loudly that I feared I’d lose my hearing. So I turned it off. And my home was silent once again. Deafeningly silent.
I thought I knew grief.
I’ve never been a suicidal person, but when a small earthquake hit in the middle of the night, for a moment I got excited, thinking, ”Maybe this is FINALLY the BIG ONE – here to take me out of this Hell!” When a sonic boom soared through the sky overhead when I was in bed, I seriously thought, “Awesome – maybe World War 3 just began, and a bomb is about to put me out of my misery!” When I heard the news that some people were murdered in their home not far from me, I felt sad for the victims and their families, but also deeply disappointed that the murderer had gone to their home instead of mine. If someone else killed me, it would provide me a much-welcomed exit because I could never actually kill myself. As enticing as suicide sounded, I never actually entertained the idea for three reasons: 1. I would NEVER want to put my family through even a tiny dose of this kind of grief; 2. It might land me in a different level of the afterlife from where where my Beloved was, thereby defeating my whole purpose in going there; and 3. If he did rise from the dead and come back to me, only to discover that my own body was now lifeless, it would be a very tragic Romeo and Juliet story, and we’d still be on opposite sides of the veil. So I’d have to stick it out here on Earth, as miserable as I was 24/7.
I thought I knew grief.
Never before had I spent so much time making comparisons like, why is THAT person still alive, doing nothing good for the world, and my Beloved isn’t. Why is THAT person still alive, causing so much harm to others, and my Beloved isn’t. Why are THOSE people alive, and my Beloved isn’t. This led to creating mental bargains. “Okay, God, how about this: Let’s trade those six – eight – ten – whatever – worthless lives for this one good one. Send this one back, and we’ll all be glad to send that other dozen over. They’re doing no good here, and their souls don’t appear to have the capacity for any more growth in their current existence anyway.” Sometimes this even degraded to, I wish THAT person had died instead. And on and on went these negative and non-productive thought processes. This inevitably led to relentless rounds of coulda-woulda-shoulda that nearly drove me insane. Painful images played over and over in my head, which led to more could-woulda-shouldas. Eventually I would yell, “STOP THINKING!!!!! Don’t think! Don’t feel! Just be. Just do. NO THINKING!” Then I forced myself to do positive affirmations and fill my mind with something empowering for as long as I could sustain it before the negativity forced its way back in. I talked to myself incessantly, in a frenzied pace, like a madwoman, saying the same things over and over again. As I walked across the room, I heard myself saying, “I’m walking across the room... I’m walking across the room... I’m walking across the room...” This would continue until the next task, and then it was “I’m sitting at my desk... I’m sitting at my desk....” or “I’m filling out this form...I’m filling out this form...” etc. And on and on it went. Eventually I realized it was my mind’s way of keeping me in the Now. What seemed like the actions of a person who had finally lost it were in reality getting me out of my downward spiral of coulda-woulda-shouldas and into the Now. Not the past. Not the future. Now. My body/mind/spirit seemed to know what it was doing, and it was able to do so better than any book or CD or other attempt at working through this. But it needed its own space and it needed its own time.
I thought I knew grief.
I became dependent on anti-anxiety herbs just to get me from one dose to the next. I had fits of sobbing for literally hours on end until there were no tears left to cry. I spent a lot of time hyperventilating while rocking back and forth in the fetal position on the hard cold floor. Even when I sat at my computer and worked, I moaned and rocked back and forth uncontrollably like a madwoman. I’d have periods of quiet and then suddenly, unexpectedly, I’d get triggered by something – something I saw or heard or read or came across – and then I’d spontaneously burst into tears. I’ve never been one to cry very easily, so this was new for me. I’d go from screaming to deep wailing to moaning. Sometimes I’d literally cry all night long without stopping. In the morning I’d lie there for hours trying to find a reason to get out of bed, then finally force myself to do so because I needed to take care of something. I’d try to exercise, but then collapse on the floor because I was just in so much emotional agony that I couldn’t even hold myself up. As the day wore on, I began praying for exhaustion so that I could have a few solid hours of blissful ignorance in slumberland before being awakened by harsh cold reality and having to face this reality yet again. Each time I awakened from sleep, it was like being dealt a fresh blow. When I first awakened, there was a mere split second of blissful ignorance, but then I was attacked by reality all over again. It was like losing him over and over again, night after night after night. When I reached over to the other side of the bed, instead of feeling the warm safe body that had been there for nearly 26 years, I felt nothing, which was horrifying. All I had now was a bag of my Beloved’s hair, which I had collected from his hairbrush, and his lifeless photograph.
I thought I knew grief.
My heart was empty. My heart was broken. I had never before realized how much a broken heart physically hurts. My heart literally, physically ached all the time. Sometimes it was more of a stabbing pain. It felt like my heart had been brutally ripped out of my chest, torn into pieces, thrown on the floor, and stomped on. I also felt like I had been punched in the stomach, and my throat had a permanent lump in it. I never knew that this level of extreme grief had so many other physical symptoms that I had never experienced before. I didn’t know that grief could cause things to taste different, or that it could cause dehydration, dry skin, shortness of breath, or other symptoms that had now become a regular part of my everyday existence. My appetite went away, and when I forced myself to eat anyway, I didn’t really digest it. Not even a simple piece of fruit. For months on end, even the simplest foods just ran right through me without really absorbing, and I began losing weight until I got down to 92 pounds. I began researching the physical symptoms of extreme grief and realized I had them all.
I thought I knew grief.
I was living in territory that I had never known before. Thankfully I had my mom, who was my rock. She too was extremely close to my Beloved and felt her own pain over this loss, but she made it her mission to focus on somehow getting me through this. If not for her getting me out of bed and keeping me fed, I probably would have starved to death. She kept me company, even overnight for the first few months, and she provided as much support as any human being could possibly do under these circumstances. I was grateful to have her, but I was also terrified. I was afraid I might lose her too. And the rest of my family. Nothing felt safe. Nothing felt secure. I was waiting for the next shoe to drop. Thankfully, it didn’t. I gradually found grief outlets that worked for me, at least to a tiny degree, and that was progress. I had never stopped praying, but now I also had an increasing collection of other tools working for me instead of against me. The extreme physical symptoms lessened, the weight started coming back on, and instead of just shutting down as I had hoped, my damn resilient body was recovering in spite of me. I was just starting to come out of my shell. Preparing to take the next step. And then the other shoe dropped. It was a different shoe than I was fearing. I didn’t lose anyone else, thankfully, but the outside world caved in on me and invaded the personal life of my Beloved and me. It felt like fresh wounds had been cut, and acid had been dumped into them. I am still weathering this new storm and doing the best I can under the circumstances. I feel terrible about all the stress this has caused others, as I would have preferred to just go on living in my own private Hell than to have the details of my private life spread over the internet and used to dishonor my Beloved, everything he stood for, and everything he worked so hard for, thereby affecting the lives of countless others, saddening some, frightening others, and angering still others. I want to apologize to them all, but I fear that my words will just be used against me. Against my Beloved. Against everything we created together. I don’t know how long this new storm will last, so I’ve completely withdrawn once again, protecting my fragile and broken heart from a sometimes cruel and vicious world. I am not ready to be hugged. I am not ready to read sympathy cards that might tell me things I don’t want to hear. I may never be ready to read those cards. I’m just taking it one day at a time, trusting the inner voice that has somehow guided me through this nightmare thus far. But it’s by no means over.
Up until six months ago, I thought I knew grief.
In hindsight, I realize I didn’t really know grief at all.
Now I know grief.
Kim Sheridan, September 14, 2016
Where did the name Sheridan come from?
Dear Friends, Family, HealthForce Team, Fans, and Strangers Alike,
I am terribly sorry that so many of you had to learn of this devastating news via the cruel and heartless actions and false assumptions of one man and his followers who have chosen to turn my personal nightmare into vicious rumors. I am currently not in the space to even entertain the thought of planning a funeral, but if/when I am, I will be sure to announce the details to family, friends, fans, and the entire HealthForce team.
To Those Who Have Chosen to Initiate and Spread Rumors, and All Those With a Mob Mentality Who so Readily Believe What You're Told,
I forgive you, for I realize that you truly don’t know any better.
Kim Sheridan
September 18, 2016
Why I Didn't Share This News Sooner, Here Is My Story:
I thought I knew grief.
My first pet died when I was a very young child. Over the years, this led to many more beloved pets and many more losses. Over time, one by one, I also lost my great-grandparents, my grandparents, a very close friend, and other friends and relatives. To varying degrees, depending on the closeness of the relationship, all of the losses were painful. All of them were important souls in my life with whom I had spent a lot of time and shared warm memories, and they were sorely missed after they departed. Whenever I was hit with a particularly difficult loss, I tried various outlets for grief support. Along the way, evidence of an afterlife came to me unexpectedly and provided significant comfort. Then I found myself on a path into a new career that I had never chosen or expected; it chose me. I became known as an expert on animals and the afterlife, and I became known as a grief expert for those suffering the loss of a beloved animal. I devoted many, many years to providing comfort to those in grief. Comforting others was interspersed with going through losses of my own. I became certified in a successful form of grief therapy. I continually researched both the afterlife and grief in an effort to find ever greater comfort for those in grief.
I thought I knew grief.
Then life took me on a path that I never, ever expected at all. I was on an intense journey with my life partner, and we thought it was preparing us to help countless others to overcome a most deadly disease, a disease that causes intense physical pain and suffering, and one that takes nearly half of our population away, often far too soon. I thought this would in turn prevent many others from having to experience the intense emotional pain that follows these untimely and miserable losses. I had done my time with grief; now I wanted to prevent it from happening to people in the first place.
I thought I knew grief.
Then crisis hit, suddenly and unexpectedly in the middle of the night, and I spent a day in the Emergency Room and two weeks in the ICU with the love of my life. For two weeks, I literally lived in the ICU, sleeping in a little cot with hard metal springs protruding into my back during the sparse and constantly interrupted sleeping hours. I doted over my Beloved, argued with hospital personnel who were completely closed-minded to the idea that alternative therapies could possibly help, and spent hours online at a little table next to the cot, gathering research data to support the use of these therapies in a futile attempt to get permission to incorporate therapies that the hospital wouldn’t allow. For those two weeks, I ate virtually nothing. Literally. I was dehydrated and exhausted, running on pure adrenaline. When my Beloved slipped into a semi coma, I suddenly felt very alone. More alone than I’ve ever felt in my life. But I kept fighting. I did everything I could. I filled the hospital room with as many therapies, positive affirmations, subliminals and other healing sounds as I could. Every day I had a new list of things for family and friends to bring to the hospital. I brought in healers and therapists. I chanted with mala beads, as did two close friends. I prayed the rosary, and I’m not even Catholic. In fact, I prayed the rosary all night long every night, occasionally falling asleep and dropping the beads, only to suddenly awaken in a panic and start again. Every time I went to the public bathroom down the long cold hallway, I literally got down on my hands and knees and prayed, begged, pleaded, bargained. I envisioned and I intended.
People came in to pray over my Beloved, and others gathered to pray from afar. I talked to my Beloved, stroked him, tried to make him more comfortable. Hospital staff insisted that he had no idea what was going on and that he was no longer responding to anyone, but whenever I was the one who got right up close to him and looked him in the eyes, he suddenly responded. He responded to me and me alone. He still knew what was going on. He still knew his Beloved was by his side and on a mission much like a similar mission we had been on together ten years earlier when our closest friend was hospitalized and we were fighting for our friend’s life together. This time, rather than fighting side by side with my Beloved, I was fighting for my beloved. It had always been us against the world, so to speak, and we could accomplish anything together. Now it was me against the world. My only goal in life anymore was to get him out of shock and well enough to take him home and go back to our life together, the only life I had known for most of my years on this Earth, and a life that we had only just started redesigning in a way that incorporated more fun and less stress, with all new goals and dreams we shared. I always believed I would succeed in getting him out of the hospital and back to the way things were before.
Then one day he finally woke up. He suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head in my direction, and looked straight at me. His lips moved, but I couldn’t tell what he was trying to say. He looked better, and his pupils were no longer dilated. He was no longer in shock. After looking at me, he looked over at my mom, who was right there next to me, and then back at me. We were overjoyed and started talking about getting him out of there ASAP, telling him that the worst was over. Or so I thought. I had no idea that this was the last time my Beloved and I would ever look each other in the eyes. And then, just as suddenly and unexpectedly as he had opened his eyes, they closed. Later that night, things went downhill very rapidly. I was more terrified than I had ever been in my life. Nevertheless, I didn’t believe I was going to lose him. He and I had made a pact. He had told me that if he ever found himself accidentally slipping out of his body and heading toward the Light, he would tell them he wanted to go back, no matter how wonderful it seemed when he got there. He promised. We had listened to an audiobook, which came into our lives on two separate occasions as if to emphasize the importance for us to hear it, about Anita Moorjani, a woman who died and then came back to life and had a miraculous healing. That was our Plan B. As the night wore on I eventually realized that Plan B was at hand. I still didn’t believe he was going to die. His breath slowed down, as did his pulse. Every time he flatlined, his vitals mysteriously improved for a moment but then flatlined again. I saw his aura coming and going. I literally watched what appeared to be him trying to get back into a body that just wasn’t cooperating with our plan. For hours after he had taken his last breath, I was still watching and waiting. I still didn’t believe he was going to die. Things hadn’t gone as planned. But I still didn’t believe he was really going to die, even long after he had died. Eventually I was told I had no more time and needed to leave... without the love of my life. I was in shock.
I thought I knew grief.
I stroked the face and hair and kissed the lifeless lips of my Beloved. The now cold, still body was the body I had laid next to every night for my entire adult life. The lips I had kissed goodnight every night. The strong warm shoulders and arms that had held me close and comforted me through countless moments of grief over a 25+ year span as I had weathered the loss of special pets, friends, and family. This time, when I needed those strong warm shoulders and arms more desperately than ever before, they weren’t there.
I thought I knew grief.
He was the one. The one I knew was “the one” the moment our eyes first met. He knew it too. Instantly. We had both felt a strong indescribable call to be in a certain place at a certain time because we both somehow knew that the other would be there. And we were. We each had loved one other person before we met each other. But it was nothing like this. He was my one true love, my soul mate, my twin flame, my other half. He was also my life partner, my business partner, my husband, my best friend, my sidekick, my everything. I hadn’t lost just one person. I had lost a whole clan of important people all wrapped up into one. We had been homeless together. We had been failures together. We had been successes together. We had been together. For the majority of our lives. We had inside jokes and pet names and games and songs and adventures together. We had laughed hysterically together, somehow finding things funny that no one else saw the humor in but us. In a way, we had our own language that only the two of us understood. Every memory that flooded my brain included him. On the list of the most stressful events a person can go through, death of a spouse is at the top, high above the others. Death of this kind of a spouse is that much higher.
Then I heard myself saying out loud – and really feeling it – that it’s better never to have loved at all than to have loved and lost. It’s just too painful.
I thought I knew grief.
Suddenly I found no comfort in the afterlife at all. I knew he was in a better place, but he was in that better place without me. We had vowed to always be together. We had even removed “til death do us part” from our marriage vows. But suddenly we found ourselves on opposite sides of the veil that separates the physical world from the world of spirit. This wasn’t the plan. What the HELL had happened??!!
I thought I knew grief.
Then I found myself trying to raise my Beloved from the dead. Literally. I literally spent three months trying to raise my Beloved from the dead. As insane as it sounds, raising my Beloved from the dead was the only thing that kept me sane. Keeping hope alive that there was still a chance, that he’d still come home with me, was the only thing that kept me alive. Otherwise, I would have become one of those people who literally die of a broken heart. I wouldn’t have survived the first day, or the first week, or the first month, or the first three months. I stayed up all night reading books on raising the dead. I prayed special prayers. I did affirmations and special ceremonies and held the vision. I insisted to close friends that he had risen from the dead. Some believed me, some didn’t. But I was terrified that if people didn’t believe he was still alive, they’d stop praying for him. They’d stop holding the vision. I believe in the power of prayer and visualizing and manifesting, and I had seen that power in action many times in my life, so in my mind, the more people who were holding that vision, the greater the chances of success. I also still truly believed that he would be raised from the dead, so there was no sense in telling people he had died, because it was only temporary. He’d be back to life soon, and life would go back to normal.
After three months without seeing my Beloved rise from the dead, I began researching time travel. Perhaps I could go back and change things. Perhaps I could prevent this dreadful thing from happening in the first place. I was constantly finding ways to keep hope alive, which was still the only thing keeping me alive.
I thought I knew grief.
I never really understood until now that grief is actually multiple emotions all in one, often all at the same time. Grief is also fear and it is also anger. I found myself having angry outbursts that I had never before experienced in my life. When my printer malfunctioned for the LAST time, it ended up at the bottom of the pool. When the handset of my internet phone wouldn’t hang up properly, I beat it against the phone until the display screen shattered and no longer displayed the name or number of the person who was calling, so I stopped answering the phone. I beat the crap out of my cell phone until the display screen cracked and then I stopped using it entirely. I ransacked my own office. I threw things. I broke things. And I did a lot of screaming and wailing. I often yelled at the top of my lungs when in the car. I yelled at my GPS. I yelled at other drivers. I yelled at parking spaces that were too narrow for even the smallest of cars to realistically fit into. I yelled at people who hadn’t parked straight and ended up using two parking spaces. I yelled at parking lots that didn’t have enough spaces to begin with. I yelled at people who didn’t use their blinkers. I yelled at God. I yelled at the Universe. I yelled at myself. I mean, really YELLED. At the TOP OF MY LUNGS. When people sent me emails saying they didn’t believe that my Beloved was really alive, or that I needed to make a formal announcement, I was FURIOUS. How DARE they stop holding the vision of my Beloved being alive?! How DARE they accuse my Beloved of being dead?!! He and I don’t die on each other. That’s not what we do. I never believed he was going to die. For months after he had died, as crazy as it sounds, I still didn’t believe he was really going to die. I’m not a psychotic person. I’m about as sane and logical as they come. I’m not a stupid person. I actually have a very high IQ. I understand the difference between fantasy and reality. Yet I was coping the only way I could. My body/mind/spirit was in survival mode, and it knew what it needed to do to somehow get me through this.
I thought I knew grief.
For the first time ever, I realized that grief is also fear. Fear is the opposite of love. Intense love had been taken from me and replaced with intense fear. Fear about the future. Fear of facing the next 50+ years alone. One day I was trying to figure out exactly what was this physical feeling inside my body that gripped me 24/7. I was trying to figure out how to describe it. It finally hit me. It was like that feeling you get when someone you love dearly is in the ICU, or in surgery, or late coming home and you can’t reach them on the phone and you fear the worst. That feeling of terror that grips your gut and stays there, makes your heart race, tenses your whole body, puts a lump in your throat that practically strangles you, and nearly takes your breath away. That horrible intense whole-body feeling that doesn’t loosen its grip until your loved one wakes up alive, or comes out of surgery, or comes home safe and sound, and then it releases your body with a profound sigh of relief. This was that feeling but without the part where it goes away in a sigh of relief. It stays and moves in and becomes who you are. At that point, you’re just a living, breathing bundle of terror. You don’t know what joy is anymore. You don’t know what laughter is anymore. All you know is terror. It becomes you, and you become it. You live in fear. Constant fear. Fear that the unthinkable not only MIGHT happen; it HAS happened: your Beloved really isn’t coming home after all. The temporary fear of “What if this terrible thing really happens?” becomes the permanent terror of, “Oh my God, this terrible thing REALLY HAPPENED!!!”
I thought I knew grief.
I was well versed in the “stages of grief.” But somehow I had always thought of them as a checklist, and the job of a grieving person was to get through each of them, one by one, until all the boxes were checked and life went back to normal. In reality, the stages of grief come and go in waves and in random order, sometimes one at a time and sometimes all at the same time. You’re in one stage one moment and then you’re in another stage in the next moment, and then you’re back to the one you thought you already got through. It’s like a roller coaster through Hell. A living Hell.
I thought I knew grief.
All of the types of grief therapy and grief support that are supposed to work sometimes don’t. They just made me feel worse. I found no comfort in words that were supposed to comfort. Words meant to soothe just cut like knives. Words like, “He’s in a better place” just incited furious responses of “But I’M NOT!!!” Words like, “His spirit is all around us now” just conjured up emotionally devastating mental images of my Beloved no longer being intact, but rather torn up into a million pieces and splattered all over the Universe, never to be put back together again. When well-meaning people sent sympathy cards in spite of my insistence that there was nothing to sympathize, I refused to read them, fearing that seeing those words in black and white might somehow etch them into my reality and take away my hope that I might really be able to raise my Beloved from the dead. When I made the mistake of actually opening and reading a card, it opened a floodgate of tears and pain and anger and rage like I never knew one body could contain. When I tried various forms of grief therapy, it often just made me feel worse. When I read books that were intended to comfort and discovered that they were telling me to say goodbye to my Beloved and move forward, I dug my proverbial heels into the ground and said, “HELL NO!” When I listened to grief support CDs, the sad soothing tone of the narrator and the depressing music often just made me feel more miserable than I already did, if that’s even possible.
I thought I knew grief.
I once loved music and believed it was very healing. I now hated it. Instrumental music made me too sad, and music with lyrics brought up memories and reminded me of the way things were, conjuring up images of slow dancing or ballroom dancing or freestyle boogie or cranking it up and playing air guitars with my Beloved. Images of laughing and singing on road trips with my Beloved. Now hearing that same music was absolutely devastating. If I got into the car and accidentally hit the “on” button and it started playing music, I found myself yelling “Shut the FUCK up!” as I immediately punched the “off” button. If I had to go out to an appointment at the vet or the dentist, if they had the NERVE to play MUSIC in the waiting room, it was a living Hell. I tried to drown out the music with distracting thoughts inside my own head, silently yelling “Shut the FUCK UP!” over and over in my mind. If that didn’t work, I went outside. No one had a clue of the emotional hell going on inside my own mind. I put on a “happy face,” was friendly to everyone I met, acting on the outside like everything was completely normal and wonderful. If I happened to run into someone I knew and they asked me how my husband was doing, I said, “He’s doing great – thanks for asking!” More smiles. I kept up this front for as long as I could, and then I raced to the car or home and collapsed, as it was exhausting and torturous to keep up this front for prolonged periods of time. But the only alternative would have been to respond with, “He’s dead. He died. My whole world has been torn apart, the rug has been pulled out from under me, and I honestly don’t know how I can go on.” This would open up a floodgate of convulsive sobbing and tears that I couldn’t allow to happen in public. I already knew what that looked like in private, and it was nothing I wanted to subject innocent strangers or even acquaintances or actual friends to. People usually don’t know how to talk to someone in grief. They don’t teach this stuff in school. So people fall back on cliches they’ve heard, or things that are supposed to be helpful but in reality just make the griever feel worse. At least that’s the case with this kind of grief. It’s hard on the griever, and it’s very awkward for the kindhearted person trying to help. If people knew that I was in grief, they might think that I must need a hug, so they’d hug me, not knowing that the only hug I want is the one I can’t have: the warm, strong familiar hug of my Beloved. So I felt it was better, for their sake and mine, not to go there. Other than essential appointments, I became a recluse. I was in hiding. I was hiding from music. I was hiding from painful social interactions. I desperately needed the whole world to just leave me alone for awhile and let me do this in the only way that worked for me. Grief is like a fingerprint. No two people’s experience of it are exactly the same.
I thought I knew grief.
I was a hermit. I needed the world to stop interfering with my process. Unfortunately and ironically, because my Beloved and I had lived lives in service to the world, now that I was going through the most painful experience of my life – more painful than I could have possibly imagined – more pain than I thought a human being could go through and even survive – that same world we had served for so long was now looming in the background, threatening to pounce if I made one wrong move. When you live a public life, you’re not really allowed to honor your own privacy, and the world at large isn’t willing to honor it either. They want to make your business their business. In some cases, you’re expected to announce the very personal hardships of your own personal life for all the world to see. Experts say you’re supposed to wait a year before making any big decisions when dealing with this kind of grief. Deciding exactly how to make an announcement of this caliber is a big decision. A very big decision. I knew I’d only have one chance to decide exactly how to do it, and then I’d have to live with it, because I wouldn’t be able to go back and undo it if it came out wrong. If I announced my private business to the world too soon, I’d likely do it wrong in my incapacitated state, and it would incite a backlash of cruel people who would just LOVE to slam my Beloved and everything he stood for. If I waited until I was actually ready to come out of my cocoon and do it right, I’d be criticized for waiting too long, or accused of hiding something. I knew I was in a no-win situation. I also realized we live in a world of conformity where unique and ethical lifestyle choices are always in question. Vegans aren’t allowed to have cancer. Raw fooders aren’t allowed to get sick. Health conscious people aren’t ever allowed to have anything wrong with them. The rest of the population can be wrought with cancer (not to mention heart disease and diabetes and a whole host of other health conditions) and they’re treated with sympathy. But when health conscious vegans have cancer or any other health condition, it’s blamed on their diet. If veganism and health products were actually the cause of cancer, then that would be great news for the rest of the population, because that would mean that the vast majority of people would never have to worry about cancer. Such is not the case. If my Beloved’s diet and supplements had caused his demise, then I would have died too, as we were both on the same diet and supplement regime for 25+ years. But I know the world we live in and the industry my Beloved is known in. In a world of good versus evil, so to speak, the evil seem to enjoy going after the good while making it appear that it is the other way around. They want to make your hardship their glory. They want to kick you when you’re down. They want to make you wrong. And because they feel that your private life is their business, the times when you need space and privacy the most are the times when you’ll end up being criticized the most for it. The truth is, I couldn’t even bring myself to announce anything to my own close friends and family. Even putting it into words was too devastating to entertain. That would make it too real. My pain was raw and deep, and I just needed everyone to leave me alone for awhile. Immediate family already knew, and they were honoring my process. They were going through their own process. I couldn’t even think about dealing with public relations or what would become of the company, or how the company would pay its legal debts, or even my own future. None of it mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was preserving the honor of my Beloved, the most kindhearted, generous, selfless, and compassionate man I have ever known. This wasn’t about a PR campaign, or a company, or public opinion. This was about two real living, breathing human beings who were each other’s world, who had tragically and unexpectedly become separated, causing more pain than one can even fathom if they haven’t been through it themselves.
I thought I knew grief.
When you don’t think you’re going to die, you don’t get your affairs in order. When your affairs aren’t in order, someone else has to handle them post-mortem. The paperwork involved in getting one’s affairs in order is more time consuming and complicated than I ever realized, especially when your life is as busy, complicated, and multifaceted as ours was and still is. So I never really took actual time off. Along with grieving, I was still working. I had a lot of responsibilities still on my plate. I was now also doing all his jobs, all my jobs, all his chores, all my chores, and handling all the required paperwork that was coming at me because of his passing. So I was still at my desk all day virtually every day, dealing with credit card companies and files and reports and taxes and other things that just kept coming at me. And all of it was constantly reminding me of a harsh reality that I didn’t even want to believe, which made me feel even worse. Life wasn’t letting me take time to just grieve. It was forcing me to grieve while simultaneously doing ten other things at once.
I thought I knew grief.
My home was silent. A home once filled with music and laughter was now silent. Deafeningly silent. I needed something to drown out the silence. Something to drown out my own thoughts. I decided to give music another chance, but I knew it had to be music that didn’t remind me of him. I tried to recall the music from my high school days, a million years ago, before I had found my Beloved. Music that didn’t bring up memories that I couldn’t allow in. Music that I could resonate with in my current state. Music that could be a companion, whose lyrics spoke what I was feeling. Music that expressed on my behalf, to help share the burden. Only one song fit that bill: Fade to Black by Metallica, so I found it on YouTube and played it on my computer, over and over, for hours on end as I worked at my desk. Whenever it got to the long guitar solo at the end, I started it over. I needed the lyrics. I needed those words to be the only words in my world for awhile, because those words understood me. Then I ordered the song online and put it on our stereo in the middle of the house and cranked it up. Really loud. DEAFENINGLY LOUD. I looped it and cranked it for hours and hours and hours, over and over. Somehow, I couldn’t turn it down. It had to be LOUD. I played that song over and over, over and over, only turning it off at bedtime. This went on for days. Then my ears began ringing so loudly that I feared I’d lose my hearing. So I turned it off. And my home was silent once again. Deafeningly silent.
I thought I knew grief.
I’ve never been a suicidal person, but when a small earthquake hit in the middle of the night, for a moment I got excited, thinking, ”Maybe this is FINALLY the BIG ONE – here to take me out of this Hell!” When a sonic boom soared through the sky overhead when I was in bed, I seriously thought, “Awesome – maybe World War 3 just began, and a bomb is about to put me out of my misery!” When I heard the news that some people were murdered in their home not far from me, I felt sad for the victims and their families, but also deeply disappointed that the murderer had gone to their home instead of mine. If someone else killed me, it would provide me a much-welcomed exit because I could never actually kill myself. As enticing as suicide sounded, I never actually entertained the idea for three reasons: 1. I would NEVER want to put my family through even a tiny dose of this kind of grief; 2. It might land me in a different level of the afterlife from where where my Beloved was, thereby defeating my whole purpose in going there; and 3. If he did rise from the dead and come back to me, only to discover that my own body was now lifeless, it would be a very tragic Romeo and Juliet story, and we’d still be on opposite sides of the veil. So I’d have to stick it out here on Earth, as miserable as I was 24/7.
I thought I knew grief.
Never before had I spent so much time making comparisons like, why is THAT person still alive, doing nothing good for the world, and my Beloved isn’t. Why is THAT person still alive, causing so much harm to others, and my Beloved isn’t. Why are THOSE people alive, and my Beloved isn’t. This led to creating mental bargains. “Okay, God, how about this: Let’s trade those six – eight – ten – whatever – worthless lives for this one good one. Send this one back, and we’ll all be glad to send that other dozen over. They’re doing no good here, and their souls don’t appear to have the capacity for any more growth in their current existence anyway.” Sometimes this even degraded to, I wish THAT person had died instead. And on and on went these negative and non-productive thought processes. This inevitably led to relentless rounds of coulda-woulda-shoulda that nearly drove me insane. Painful images played over and over in my head, which led to more could-woulda-shouldas. Eventually I would yell, “STOP THINKING!!!!! Don’t think! Don’t feel! Just be. Just do. NO THINKING!” Then I forced myself to do positive affirmations and fill my mind with something empowering for as long as I could sustain it before the negativity forced its way back in. I talked to myself incessantly, in a frenzied pace, like a madwoman, saying the same things over and over again. As I walked across the room, I heard myself saying, “I’m walking across the room... I’m walking across the room... I’m walking across the room...” This would continue until the next task, and then it was “I’m sitting at my desk... I’m sitting at my desk....” or “I’m filling out this form...I’m filling out this form...” etc. And on and on it went. Eventually I realized it was my mind’s way of keeping me in the Now. What seemed like the actions of a person who had finally lost it were in reality getting me out of my downward spiral of coulda-woulda-shouldas and into the Now. Not the past. Not the future. Now. My body/mind/spirit seemed to know what it was doing, and it was able to do so better than any book or CD or other attempt at working through this. But it needed its own space and it needed its own time.
I thought I knew grief.
I became dependent on anti-anxiety herbs just to get me from one dose to the next. I had fits of sobbing for literally hours on end until there were no tears left to cry. I spent a lot of time hyperventilating while rocking back and forth in the fetal position on the hard cold floor. Even when I sat at my computer and worked, I moaned and rocked back and forth uncontrollably like a madwoman. I’d have periods of quiet and then suddenly, unexpectedly, I’d get triggered by something – something I saw or heard or read or came across – and then I’d spontaneously burst into tears. I’ve never been one to cry very easily, so this was new for me. I’d go from screaming to deep wailing to moaning. Sometimes I’d literally cry all night long without stopping. In the morning I’d lie there for hours trying to find a reason to get out of bed, then finally force myself to do so because I needed to take care of something. I’d try to exercise, but then collapse on the floor because I was just in so much emotional agony that I couldn’t even hold myself up. As the day wore on, I began praying for exhaustion so that I could have a few solid hours of blissful ignorance in slumberland before being awakened by harsh cold reality and having to face this reality yet again. Each time I awakened from sleep, it was like being dealt a fresh blow. When I first awakened, there was a mere split second of blissful ignorance, but then I was attacked by reality all over again. It was like losing him over and over again, night after night after night. When I reached over to the other side of the bed, instead of feeling the warm safe body that had been there for nearly 26 years, I felt nothing, which was horrifying. All I had now was a bag of my Beloved’s hair, which I had collected from his hairbrush, and his lifeless photograph.
I thought I knew grief.
My heart was empty. My heart was broken. I had never before realized how much a broken heart physically hurts. My heart literally, physically ached all the time. Sometimes it was more of a stabbing pain. It felt like my heart had been brutally ripped out of my chest, torn into pieces, thrown on the floor, and stomped on. I also felt like I had been punched in the stomach, and my throat had a permanent lump in it. I never knew that this level of extreme grief had so many other physical symptoms that I had never experienced before. I didn’t know that grief could cause things to taste different, or that it could cause dehydration, dry skin, shortness of breath, or other symptoms that had now become a regular part of my everyday existence. My appetite went away, and when I forced myself to eat anyway, I didn’t really digest it. Not even a simple piece of fruit. For months on end, even the simplest foods just ran right through me without really absorbing, and I began losing weight until I got down to 92 pounds. I began researching the physical symptoms of extreme grief and realized I had them all.
I thought I knew grief.
I was living in territory that I had never known before. Thankfully I had my mom, who was my rock. She too was extremely close to my Beloved and felt her own pain over this loss, but she made it her mission to focus on somehow getting me through this. If not for her getting me out of bed and keeping me fed, I probably would have starved to death. She kept me company, even overnight for the first few months, and she provided as much support as any human being could possibly do under these circumstances. I was grateful to have her, but I was also terrified. I was afraid I might lose her too. And the rest of my family. Nothing felt safe. Nothing felt secure. I was waiting for the next shoe to drop. Thankfully, it didn’t. I gradually found grief outlets that worked for me, at least to a tiny degree, and that was progress. I had never stopped praying, but now I also had an increasing collection of other tools working for me instead of against me. The extreme physical symptoms lessened, the weight started coming back on, and instead of just shutting down as I had hoped, my damn resilient body was recovering in spite of me. I was just starting to come out of my shell. Preparing to take the next step. And then the other shoe dropped. It was a different shoe than I was fearing. I didn’t lose anyone else, thankfully, but the outside world caved in on me and invaded the personal life of my Beloved and me. It felt like fresh wounds had been cut, and acid had been dumped into them. I am still weathering this new storm and doing the best I can under the circumstances. I feel terrible about all the stress this has caused others, as I would have preferred to just go on living in my own private Hell than to have the details of my private life spread over the internet and used to dishonor my Beloved, everything he stood for, and everything he worked so hard for, thereby affecting the lives of countless others, saddening some, frightening others, and angering still others. I want to apologize to them all, but I fear that my words will just be used against me. Against my Beloved. Against everything we created together. I don’t know how long this new storm will last, so I’ve completely withdrawn once again, protecting my fragile and broken heart from a sometimes cruel and vicious world. I am not ready to be hugged. I am not ready to read sympathy cards that might tell me things I don’t want to hear. I may never be ready to read those cards. I’m just taking it one day at a time, trusting the inner voice that has somehow guided me through this nightmare thus far. But it’s by no means over.
Up until six months ago, I thought I knew grief.
In hindsight, I realize I didn’t really know grief at all.
Now I know grief.
Kim Sheridan, September 14, 2016
Where did the name Sheridan come from?
Dear Friends, Family, HealthForce Team, Fans, and Strangers Alike,
I am terribly sorry that so many of you had to learn of this devastating news via the cruel and heartless actions and false assumptions of one man and his followers who have chosen to turn my personal nightmare into vicious rumors. I am currently not in the space to even entertain the thought of planning a funeral, but if/when I am, I will be sure to announce the details to family, friends, fans, and the entire HealthForce team.
To Those Who Have Chosen to Initiate and Spread Rumors, and All Those With a Mob Mentality Who so Readily Believe What You're Told,
I forgive you, for I realize that you truly don’t know any better.
Kim Sheridan
September 18, 2016