Live Free or Die: Reclaim Your Life... Reclaim Your Country!

By Shona Banda

The new guide to help us all survive in the new world to come. This book will spark something inside each and every one of us. Ms. Banda reminds us that we must re-learn the things we have forgotten in order to truly live free in peace and harmony; respecting others, their property, thoughts, speech, and religion. Live Free or Die is meant to help the reader attain knowledge, it is up to the reader to use this knowledge understanding and knowing the risks/ and rewards, involved. The Author is brilliant at explaining her near death experiences with a terminal case of Crohns Disease. She makes you feel as if you have walked the journey with her as she used a concentrated oil made from the cannabis plant to put her disease to rest. This book exposes deep corruption within our system, and ways to fight it. Picking up Live Free or Die will inevitably change the way the reader may view the world. It may empower the reader to get involved; it will save the lives of many, and will be the spark that will help to ignite the revolution to take back our country.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 2, 2010
• ISBN: 9781449045579

Shona Banda

Shona Banda is the loving and caring mother of two young boys of whom she almost did not get the chance to see grow up. She has struggled and fought hard to find a way to free herself from the tight, firm grip of the reaper; learning essential life lessons for survival in a very unsure world ahead. The State of Kansas has stepped into her life, and has turned her world upside down. This journal of her life, and struggles may not only help others as she states many times, but will save her life. Help Shona, help you by providing a copy of this book to your community and legislature. She is now using this miraculous second chance at life to teach others very simple ways to live and be truly free. Free of Illness Free of Corruption Free of Big Government ...Let the Revolution Begin!

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CHAPTER 1

PHILOSOPHY?

I had never understood the actual concept of philosophy ...until now, at least in my mind, I think. It is nothing more than opinion, a kind of science and mythology combined to find real answers, only to find more questions, leading you to always thirst for knowledge, always feeling as if you never know enough. Theories and guesses on everyday life and the how and why things work. One must look at philosophy just as seriously as he or she would look at anything else.

I feel that a proper education is not actually bought or paid for, or found at any community college. It is the proper education of a person to find truth and knowledge on their own. Self motivated self-searching, for truth and answers. Looking at all angles of any information given---whether on TV, the Internet, or in a textbook. Looking at them as they really are ... someone else's interpretation of knowledge. Yes an opinion. Everything is opinion. When you sit back and look at the world, you will realize a very simple little thing---another person's opinions have paved the way for everything .... Wow! That is a lot to take in.

Now think of what personal liberty really means. It means that your opinion counts too. One must be curious and intrigued by any information that comes in front of them. If the slightest intrigue is missing, you will not care and therefore not learn said information. Only the strong and persistent will survive in this strange, unyielding world that we have recently inherited from our ancestors.

Self-taught knowledge is the one and only thing that will help us all survive as a species. Relying on our current political system for education at this point seems redundant. Seeing the implications on a mass scale brings thick politics in the mix and that, in our day and age, brings only corruption.

When I was a child, I had to know the basics before I was allowed into the school system at the age of five. That put the responsibility on my mother to take the time to teach me my basic shapes, colors, ABCs, and 123s. Now with my second child finishing up his first year of preschool---of course I had taught him his basics before he started---I have realized something dire. The public school system spends the entire year of preschool only learning the basics. The system has made it easy for parents to become lazy and to no longer work with their children. The government will teach your children all they need to know (without college, of course).

The dumbing down of America is a very real thing! I am a perfect example! My education in the public school system consisted of sitting in a small classroom with forty to fifty kids for one teacher to try to calm down and teach. There was absolutely no time for one-on-one attention. As an adult, yearning for more knowledge---and, more importantly, finding the knowledge and retrieving what was needed from it---has formed the person I am today. I know my children will be able to understand and retain the real knowledge out there. Reading many books, the gears in each of their brains will grind and click away with light bulbs of ideas forming left and right.

Our family is meant to do great things! I can feel it at the core of my soul. Teaching my children now, excellent values, high moral standards, and leadership skills; I hope to make their journey through life filled with the kind of success you can look at filled with so much pride that you feel as if it might explode. I teach them to always take pride---and the time---to do things the right way the first time; To think things through, to always look at a problem from all sides, and to put themselves in situations (theoretically) of others to help them solve any problem that may arise.

The point is ...that the knowledge is out there, the Internet is a wonderful tool! If used properly, information can be easily achieved. It is also up to me as a parent to make sure that my children are just as---if not moreso---educated than both of their parents combined by the time they are ready to leave the nest. I have made a conscious effort to look outside the box as well as within. I hope to pass that on to my children who I know are meant to be great leaders one day---leaders and controllers of their own lives and liberties, leaders of their families, and moral mentoring leaders to their friends. Great leaders, which will always do things in a just, and fair way.

In that way, they will be Great Leaders, Great Thinkers, and Great Movers in anything they try to accomplish.

Realizing the realization of all knowledge will always lead anyone down the rabbit hole of truth!

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CHAPTER 2

The Beginning ...

I have come to the conclusion that I must write about my past in order for those who may not know me personally to understand all my body has been through. My friends, my family, and even my physicians over the years do not realize the extent of damage. Pride has always come to the table whenever I had described any part of my sickness to anyone other than my husband---even from my children. When mommy was not feeling well, she was in the garage. I kept myself away from them because I never wanted them to see me grimace in pain or cry out. So I kept a bit of a distance. In some ways, I regret the time away from them; and in some ways ... I don't. No child should have to watch their mother in pain like that. I now have that miraculous second chance at life! I am going to take full advantage! My children will know who I am before I am gone, which had been a major issue with me. I had come to the conclusion that I would pass at a very young age, and that my children would only remember their sick and lifeless mom ... very depressing. For the first time, I am able to envision a great future and living a long and healthy life. I might even get to meet my grandchildren someday, whereas to before, I was not even able to imagine or picture staying on this earth long enough.

My husband is my backbone. I could not have asked for a better man to have been the father of my children or to have stuck through and been by my side every step of the way. Our love over the years truly has deepened more and more as time goes by. Now, at fairly young ages, we are forced to open our eyes to the real world. I feel that for us, we have gone through what most do not experience in a lifetime, and we are smart enough to learn and grow with each experience.

Our love for each other is deep and strong. I will never forget after each surgery, (there were many) just the touch and warmth of his hand holding mine, always gave me a certain peace. I have had so many surgeries and have been in the hospital so much that his warm touch is the one thing that I looked forward to as I woke in pain from a drug-induced slumber.

Throughout my disease, he has been relentless in searching for a cure. He is the one who started the research bug in me. He has literally spent hours and hours on the Internet researching any possible vitamins, diets, or cures that could help me. When people hear what I have been through, they think that it has been horrible for me, but, it has been harder on my family. My husband has had to watch his feisty wife go from bouncy and energetic, to gravely ill. Over the years, he has watched and cared for me gallantly. When I was first diagnosed with Crohn's disease, I ballooned in weight from the high doses of steroids that the doctors were pumping into my body. I thought for sure that he would leave me. How could anyone love such an ugly person, as I thought I had become? I, for the first time in my life, noticed how people looked at me differently. They treated me differently. It was as if my ugliness was going to rub off on them. It is very true that most people judge you on beauty. Some would recognize the prednisone look, and would instantly have pity fill their eyes. Others just looked at me as if I were a fat pig.

My husband stuck it through and surprised me completely. He is my air, my very breath. I love and admire him so much. I'm sure that I would have given up on life long ago if it was not for him and our love. It has to be rough for your family to watch you whittle away and teeter on death's porch. My family and friends are able to plainly see the changes in me. Now it is up to us to make the most of it. Our new life is just starting! It's up to us to make a difference---to start a revolution of sorts and build better, healthier communities! Yes, saving the world is possible! Not one person can ever tell me ever again that something is not possible! Anything is possible! Never give up!! Push, push, push! On anything you want to accomplish---there is a solution to every problem. There is always a way---just be patient and it will happen, even if only in baby steps, but it will happen! Self sought after knowledge, personal research, and keeping all your ideas on paper will allow you to find the truth and find a way to be free!

CHAPTER 3

I have always been a very prideful person. Over the years, I have hidden my sickness from others well. I toughed it out during my job managing a bar. The moment when I was not sure I could count on myself, I planned to step down. I took a bank job thinking that it would be better for my health ... but I was wrong. I had never been an untrustworthy employee, and by that I mean, calling in sick, and missing work often. I found myself getting more and more sick, eventually leaving the workforce completely.

Now climbing out from this HELL I am more excited than ever to get back to work as soon as I am able. Writing a book is the only thing I keep thinking about. It makes me feel useful to think that I may finally be helpful in bringing money in our household once again---helping to lift the financial burden that my sickness has caused, from my husband.

As a kid, I was a hard-core tomboy. I was proud to challenge any boy to any task and win or come close; brandishing any cut or bruises as proud battle wounds. In high school, I got into the sport of power lifting. Winning several state gold, silver, and bronze medals. I had one hell of a body, I just never realized it. LOL! My high school experience really was a good one. I had a high school sweetheart for almost four years and graduated in mediocrity early at semester.

During adolescence, I struggled with tonsillitis and missed a ton of school because of it. At the age of sixteen, I had them taken out. That was my first experience with a hospital. Later that same year, I had severe stomach pain and had my boyfriend at the time take me to the emergency room. I thought I had appendicitis; the pain was unbearable, bringing me to my knees. At the hospital, they informed me I was just having painful ovulation. They gave me a huge amount of pain medication and I don't even remember anything until the next day.

That right there should have been the first red flag, to pop up for me. That, now more than ever, tells me that even the doctors with all of their experience, knowledge, and schooling, are only guessing in the end. I mean, come on! Like my eggs are reaching out and digging claws into my fallopian tubes as they fall down to the uterus, screaming No, I don't want to go! causing that much pain? Give me a break!!

CHAPTER 4

After graduation, my high school sweetheart and I parted ways and I met my husband. After working, drinking, and partying for a little less than a year, I was pregnant with my first child. I was eighteen years old and was sent to live with my grandparents during my pregnancy while my future husband enrolled in college to better himself to support his new family. I will always cherish that experience---being able to live and grow close to my grandparents was a great and wonderful thing for me.

My grandpa, now gone, I am truly grateful I was able to know him. He could have been saved by the oil as well, (which I will explain later) and died very young at the age of sixty-three