EMF Remedy

141 I feel this Poison--an Original Song for the EHS

Keith Cutter, EMF Remedy LLC Season 1 Episode 141

What if a song could say what science and data can’t? In this special episode, I share how God gave me the words—and Rosalito gave me the sound—to create a lament for the electrically sensitive. You’ll hear the song, the story behind it, and why art may be our last clear channel in a world that’s tuning out the truth. It’s not a happy song. But for some, it may be the first moment of recognition—and maybe even the first step toward healing.

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Speaker 1:

I guess you could say I'm a songwriter now, not because I set out to be, but because something needed to be said. God gave me the words and Rosalito provided the mechanism. Let me tell you how it came about and who it's for, and why I believe it can reach the heart in ways other messages can't, especially now when so many paths are blocked. Coming up. Hi, I'm Keith Cutter, host of the EMF Remedy Podcast. I'm here to help you measurably reduce synthetic radiation exposures in your home and to develop a winning mindset so you and your loved ones can survive the 21st century electroplague. Thank you, rosalito, for making this possible. Here's the song. Take a listen.

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It makes me sick that glowing leash you scroll and smile. I find no peace.

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I feel this poison.

Speaker 5:

I miss my friends. I'm all alone, this buzzing air. I have no home. I feel this poison.

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Poison Wifi burns. It pulls me down. A silent blight throughout my town.

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I feel this poison. Ehs exploding head.

Speaker 5:

I feel the harm it gives me dread. I feel this poison.

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For still I breathe and still I roam, Searching silence to find a home. I feel this poison.

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A place to live I've never found this screaming sky, this tainted ground?

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I feel this poison oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, Early response to this song has been deeply moving.

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So, for example, Carol wrote this soulful lament reverberates the deep pain and cruel struggle of those suffering with EHS, myself included. It is a salve for an aching heart. My prayer is that it reaches into the hearts of many who've never lived this pain firsthand. Simply beautiful, Thank you, and Dave shared thanks for this. I don't suffer, but my sister-in-law does and I know others as well.

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And from Sally, thank you for this song. I've lived with EHS for 15 years and I relate to every word of it. Always good to know I'm not alone and that someone else understands. Keep them coming. So that's some early feedback and I'm humbled. It feels like this effort is having, I guess I would say, the desired effect.

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In this present world, where nearly every channel of communication is heavily defended, monitored or drowning in noise, traditional methods of raising awareness about difficult truths have become deeply compromised. So how to get a message through the arts? Dance, image, poem, song. These are the ancient messengers, long before we codified knowledge into textbooks or digitized truths. 140 characters at a time. We danced it around fires, carved it into wood and stone, sang it in the hills. Art moves beneath the surface. It bypasses the gatekeepers and seeps directly into the soul. Who can censor a dance that evokes a grief they can't name? Who can algorithmically suppress an image that leaves people silently weeping? Who can argue with a poem that perfectly reflects the ache they've been taught to ignore?

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Issues of distribution aside, of course. Issues of distribution aside, of course, consider Picasso's Guernica. It's not a speech, not a report, but it's a chaotic canvas of agony that brought the horrors of war to those who would never have read a battlefield dispatch. We're talking about World War. I Consider the spiritual songs that were sung by enslaved Africans in America, melodies that hid messages of escape and survival in plain hearing. Consider, even today, the subversive power of graffiti, photography or film to bypass defenses and awaken those who don't know or didn't know that they were asleep.

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Art enters through the side door of the human mind. It lingers where logic has been barred. Logic isn't welcome. It speaks when language fails and, perhaps most importantly, once experienced, it can't be unseen or unheard. The afflicted among us, those ravaged by synthetic radiation, displaced by invisible harm, dismissed by a society drunk on convenience, amusement and stimulation, may never make their plight known through mainstream science, media or medicine. But they can still sing, they can still dance, they can still speak in symbols and metaphors and tones and lines that elude suppression.

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And here's the beauty of it. Art not only gets through the defenses, it often slips past the ridicule. Who mocks the weeping cello, for example? Who heckles a sunflower? Both of these evoke emotion, inspire passion and carry a message. So that's why, in my work, I increasingly turn to the poetic, the imagery, the auditory, not just because it moves people, but because it moves around the obstacles. There's a deeper thread running through the history of resistance the oppressed have often found ways to take up tools originally designed to control or defeat them and put them to work in the service of truth, repurposing the weapons of conquest. Listen to this one more time, pay attention to the lyrics and the production, and then I have some questions for you regarding the use of AI. Take a listen.

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It makes me sick that glowing leash you scroll and smile. I find no peace.

Speaker 4:

I feel this poison.

Speaker 5:

I miss my friends. I'm all alone, this buzzing air. I have no home. I feel this poison.

Speaker 6:

Wi-Fi burns. It pulls me down. A silent blight throughout my town.

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I feel this poison EHS exploding head.

Speaker 5:

I feel the harm. It gives me dread. I feel this poison.

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For still I breathe and still I roam, searching silence to find a home.

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I feel this poison A place to live I've never found. I feel this poison.

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A place to live I've never found this screaming sky, this tainted ground?

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I feel this poison. I love you. Now please tell me, could a man like me afford a studio session with professional musicians and vocalists? Would the talent, the musicians and vocalists take me, a man who had never written a song, seriously? I mean, could I conduct the auditions and hire these people? Know where to find them? Given the barriers to entry, would I even try, even if I had more money? No, without AI and without Rosalito's help, you wouldn't be listening to this. You realize the music and voices are synthetic right Now. I don't take the use of AI lightly. Let's talk about this for a little bit, but you should know that this message would not exist without AI. I just couldn't have done it.

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Today, some of the most dangerous tools I believe ever devised are not weapons in the traditional sense, but technologies that shape the human mind. I'm sure you can think of a few. Ai, I believe, in particular, poses a grave risk, not just because of how it can surveil or manipulate us externally, apart from our awareness, but because of what it may cause us to lose internally. As Shannon so hauntingly illustrates in the Red Shoes, ai threatens to erode our ability to remember, to reason, to craft, to connect meaningfully with others or with truth. What makes us human? Our creativity, our conviction, our capacity for reflection risks being traded for convenience, for speed. Over time, as the machine grows to be more helpful, we risk forgetting how to function by ourselves. We forget how to think, how to create.

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Read the first 125 pages of Shannon's latest book, the Red Shoes, and I think you'll be persuaded, as I am. I think you'll be persuaded as I am, that this helpful tool that's been presented to us for liberation and enjoyment is actually going to rob us from the very thing it appears to give. So AI is not a future to unquestioningly embrace Now. If I believe AI leads ultimately to increasing disability and disaster, then why use it?

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right. Patricia Burke, for example very wise and brilliant, I believe, in her SafeTech International newsletters gives many compelling reasons to avoid AI altogether. The environmental cost alone is staggering, and she's right. So why create this song with AI's help? Here's why Because, by reclaiming the adversary's tools, the first movers who don't fall prey to addiction can emerge from this AI mess with deliverables that can help other people. Besides, there's a narrow window of opportunity, I think, to be proactive, because in the near future, we may not even be given the choice.

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It seems AI will be implemented with or without our support. Recent moves, although resisted for now, in the US Senate, signal a possible future where federal authorities may override state and local control of AI policy. A proposed 10-year moratorium on state-level AI regulations, backed by industry and included in the House version of a major 2025 bill, was narrowly defeated, but the message was pretty clear Powerful interests are pushing for centralized control, raising the specter of a future where resisting AI's influence at the local level may no longer be legally possible. Isn't that amazing AI? I'll use the battlefield leavings with caution, mindful of the addictive and disabling potential for good purpose, to accomplish something I otherwise could not.

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And speaking of could not, speaking of my limitations, I'm compelled to give credit where credit is due. I wrote the lyrics, apparently, for this song in less than an hour. I have never had that ability. I've never even written a song at all. It just sort of fell out on the paper before me. Until a few years ago, I'd never been able to write a poem. I had a good friend who was a poet. I showed him my work 10 or 15 years ago and he all but laughed and he was right.

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My work sucked. So it's obvious, right. And here's the quote every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change. That's James 1, verse 17 in the ESV translation. I love that term, father of Lights, don't you this entire mess?

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The topic of every episode of my podcast is helping people deal with their synthetic exposures. As I've mentioned before, light has historically been used to include the entire electromagnetic spectrum, so we could refer to this whole equation as light and strange light, the strange type being synthetic, the strange type being synthetic. Light seems to be nourishing for all life on earth and synthetic light seems to be the opposite. Anyway, I guess what I'm saying. Please don't credit me for anything. It's the one who created me who deserves all the credit.

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Now, this lament is a brief glimpse into what it's like to be electrically sensitive, based on, yes, of course, my personal experience. Based on, yes, of course, my personal experience, but more so, really, the professional experience that I've had working with others and, in particular in recent memory, things that people are working through right now, now. So this isn't about me, but more my knowledge of what others are suffering with right now I mean really right now and there's so much that isn't captured, like those who suffer in silence, unaware of the cause, or they suspect something is wrong but can't find the words or the courage to speak it aloud. Others on the verge of understanding, making the correlation between their exposures and their disabilities or their illness, but they've been gaslit perhaps by well-meaning friends and family, even doctors, as we have seen several times in my interviews. Others know the truth, but they don't know how to take effective action.

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Oh my gosh, that accounts for so many people. They don't yet have the tools, the means or the support to build a life compatible with health, because the afflicted homes they look just like a healthy home. You can't tell by looking at them. They don't yet have the tools, the means or support to build a life compatible with health. Yeah, let that sink in. More and more are led away by false profits, promoting harmonizers, special diets, supplements and weird health hacks. This song is for them, and it's not a happy song. I would call it a lament. I'm not knowledgeable about music. Maybe it's a dirge. Somebody more knowledgeable could tell me. The ones wandering from doctor to doctor with no answers. For the ones feeling crazy for noticing the obvious, for the ones who feel their soul hollowing out in a world pulsing with wireless energy and artificial light. It's our way of reaching across the void, not with more data, but with something that might reach the heart, something that might help them say yeah that's what I've been feeling.

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This is true. I do feel the poison and maybe, just maybe, give them the strength to take the next step. Perhaps this song might even help the friends and family of the afflicted. I've received some comments along those lines. I've received some comments along those lines, those who say they love someone who's suffering but don't yet believe them. Maybe it will help them glimpse the invisible burden their loved ones carry every day. Maybe it will soften the doubt, break through the indifferenceference, or lift just enough of the veil for the truth to register.

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All I know is this current efforts in advocacy are not working, the courts are not providing EMF justice and the laws are being modified as we speak to allow unlimited new exposures to harmful man-made electromagnetic radiation electromagnetic radiation and that man's synthetic fields are incompatible with organic life, not in some abstract or hypothetical sense, but in the real, embodied experience of those who can no longer tolerate what the rest of the world calls normal. I don't want to make too much out of this song, but I don't want to make too little of it either. Maybe for someone out there it's the beginning of understanding, because the other ways are being blocked here.

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it is once more for your consideration. Then a rare glimpse. I don't do this very often, but next week episode is going to be very important, so I'm going to talk about that in a moment. But, here it is. It's about two and a half minutes.

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Let's take one more listen together. It makes me sick that glowing leash. You scroll and smile. I find no peace.

Speaker 4:

I feel this poison.

Speaker 5:

I miss my friends. I'm all alone, this buzzing air. I have no home. I feel this poison.

Speaker 6:

Wifi burns. It pulls me down, A silent blight throughout my town. I feel this poison EHS exploding head.

Speaker 5:

I feel the harm. It gives me dread. I feel this poison. Poison.

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For still I breathe and still I roam, searching silence to find a home. I feel this poison. A place to live.

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I've never found this screaming sky, this tainted ground.

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I feel this poison Ooh ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh.

Speaker 1:

All right. Thank you for your attention. Let me know your thoughts on all of this, and you don't want to miss next week's episode. It's my latest conversation with Hank Allen, who shares how his electrical sensitivity reduced so dramatically through what I might call internal mold remediation that he was able to attend his daughter's high school graduation right next to a cell phone tower and take the whole family on a wonderful trip to Italy, all while feeling great. I hope this episode has been helpful. Join me in praying that it may be a blessing to many. Keith Cutter emfremedycom. See you next time.

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