Tas Grace Sanctuary

29/11/2025

COURAGE to change
Sometimes restoring your health requires a lot of courage............. When following "same old, same old, same result ". Same routine prescription, and your health is getting worse and more complex.

Here at Tas Grace Sanctuary, Nubeena, we stepped up to offer a new way of supporting your journey back to health.

We incorporate
Einstein's 'Frequency is the future of medicine', INTO THE NOW!.

We created a healing space.... an environment that helps your body and mind to relax deeply and recharge the cells to efficiently restore balance.....
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Scalar, light, colour, sound, PEMF, infrared, vielight alpha /gamma
Amethyst, jade, tourmaline crystals.
Every item enhances your wellbeing
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All you need is courage. Courage to give yourself permission to change. To experience a new way of supporting & restoring your health 🦋 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️.

Concession and bartering available

Mini session.. 1 hr..$50
Regular.... 2hrs.. $90
Intensive...10hrs..$260

2-day detox& recharge package includes accommodation and mindfulness activities
Call 0412190909 to book www.tasgracesanctuary.org

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Ingrid Bergman
A life of courage and authenticity
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She was three years old when her mother died.
Twelve when her father followed.
Six months later, the aunt who'd taken her in died of a heart attack in her arms.
By age thirteen, Ingrid Bergman had been orphaned three times.
She learned early that nothing was permanent. Not love. Not safety. Not even home.
So when Hollywood called in 1939, offering her a new life across the ocean, she went.
Alone.
At twenty-three, she left Sweden with a suitcase and a dream, speaking barely any English, knowing no one, risking everything on the belief that she could make it in American cinema.
She did more than make it.
She became a star.
By 1944, Ingrid Bergman was the most beloved actress in America. She'd played Ilsa in Casablanca. Won an Oscar for Gaslight. Made three films with Hitchcock. Audiences couldn't get enough of her natural beauty, her luminous performances, her wholesome image.
They called her a saint.
America's sweetheart.
The perfect wife and mother.
But Ingrid was suffocating.
Hollywood kept casting her in the same roles. The virtuous woman. The noble victim. The saintly martyr. Her producer, David O. Selznick, was satisfied. Why change a winning formula?
But Ingrid wanted more.
She wanted to be challenged. Pushed. Transformed.
Then in 1948, she saw two Italian films that changed everything.
Rome, Open City and Paisà. Both directed by Roberto Rossellini, a pioneer of Italian neorealism. The films were raw, honest, revolutionary. Nothing like the polished Hollywood productions she'd been making.
She had to work with him.
So she did something audacious. She sat down and wrote him a letter.
"Dear Mr. Rossellini," it began. "I saw your films Open City and Paisan, and enjoyed them very much. If you need a Swedish actress who speaks English very well, who has not forgotten her German, who is not very understandable in French, and who in Italian knows only 'ti amo,' I am ready to come and make a film with you."
The letter arrived on May 8, 1948.
Rossellini's birthday.
He wrote back immediately, ecstatic.
But there was a problem.
They were both married.
Ingrid to Dr. Petter Lindstrom, a Swedish surgeon who controlled her career. Roberto to costume designer Marcella de Marchis, though he was living with actress Anna Magnani.
They met anyway.
And within weeks of filming Stromboli on a volcanic island off the coast of Sicily, they fell desperately in love.
The attraction was instant. Overwhelming. Undeniable.
By early 1950, Ingrid was pregnant.
She was still married to Lindstrom, with a ten-year-old daughter named Pia. Roberto was still married to Marcella. The baby would be born out of wedlock.
This was 1950.
Conservative America.
The scandal was nuclear.
On February 2, 1950, Ingrid gave birth to a son, Robertino.
On March 14, 1950, Senator Edwin C. Johnson of Colorado stood on the floor of the United States Senate and denounced her.
He called her "a powerful influence for evil."
An assault on marriage itself.
He and another senator labeled Ingrid and actress Rita Hayworth—who was also in an extramarital affair—"apostles of degradation."
Johnson proposed a bill to license actors and revoke their licenses for "moral turpitude."
The backlash was savage.
Ed Sullivan banned her from his show. Churches condemned her from the pulpit. Her films were boycotted across America. Hate mail poured in—ten to fourteen huge bags of it.
"You are a dirty pr******te," one telegram read. "You are a disgrace to womanhood."
"The best thing for you to do would be to take an overdose of sleeping pills," wrote another.
One former fan wrote: "You are just a common adulteress, worse than a streetwalker. I hope that you will never darken our fair shores again."
Art Buchwald, who read through the mail, recalled: "Oh, that mail was bad. 'Dirty w***e.' 'Bitch.' And they were all Christians who wrote it."
The woman who'd been called a saint was now being called evil.
For following her heart.
Most people would have crumbled. Apologized. Begged for forgiveness.
Ingrid did none of those things.
On May 24, 1950, she married Roberto Rossellini by proxy in Mexico.
She moved to Italy permanently.
She chose love over her career. Her passion over public approval. Her truth over America's script for her life.
And she never apologized.
Not once.
The exile lasted seven years. During that time, she made five films with Rossellini, including the masterpiece Journey to Italy. On June 18, 1952, she gave birth to twin daughters—Isabella and Isotta.
But the Hollywood blacklist was real. Her American career was over. She couldn't see her daughter Pia, who'd been turned against her by her father.
The films with Rossellini were critically acclaimed in Europe but bombed commercially in America.
And the marriage itself was complicated.
Rossellini was possessive, jealous, controlling. He didn't want her working with other directors. He was a spendthrift who left them in mounting debt. He returned to his womanizing ways.
By 1957, after making a documentary in India, Roberto had another affair—this time with screenwriter Sonali Dasgupta.
The marriage was over.
They divorced in November 1957.
Ingrid was forty-two years old. Divorced twice. Exiled from Hollywood. Separated from her children.
Many would have given up.
But Ingrid Bergman had been orphaned three times by age thirteen.
She knew how to survive.
In 1956, before the divorce was final, she'd been offered a role in Anastasia—a film about a woman trying to prove she's a Russian princess.
20th Century Fox was taking a huge risk. Would American audiences accept the "fallen" actress?
They did.
The film premiered December 13, 1956, and was an instant success.
On March 27, 1957, at the 29th Academy Awards, Ingrid Bergman won her second Oscar for Best Actress.
She was in Paris, performing in a play. She couldn't attend.
Her friend Cary Grant—who'd stood by her through the entire scandal—accepted the award on her behalf.
Ingrid heard it on the radio.
While she was in the bathroom.
She later wrote to Grant: "Having known about it all day, but still not GETTING it, I GOT it in the bathroom! What a place to get an Oscar!"
The following year, in 1958, she returned to the Academy Awards in person.
Cary Grant introduced her.
The audience rose to their feet.
The standing ovation was thunderous. It lasted several minutes.
The woman they'd called evil was welcomed home.
She went on to make many more films. Won a third Oscar for Murder on the Orient Express in 1974. Worked until her final year, winning an Emmy for playing Golda Meir in 1982.
She died on August 29, 1982.
Her sixty-seventh birthday.
She'd never regretted leaving America for love. Never regretted choosing Rossellini. Never regretted following her heart instead of Hollywood's script.
She once said: "I've gone from saint to w***e and back to saint again, all in one lifetime."
But the truth is simpler.
She was never a saint.
She was never a w***e.
She was a woman who refused to apologize for being human.
Who chose authenticity over approval.
Who lost everything—and built it back again.
Ingrid Bergman's story isn't about scandal.
It's about courage.
The courage to leave home at twenty-three and build a career in a foreign country. The courage to walk away from that career for love. The courage to endure public hatred without breaking. The courage to return, head held high, and reclaim what was hers.
She was orphaned three times before she was thirteen.
But she refused to be a victim.
She lived on her own terms. Loved on her own terms. Made art on her own terms.
And in the end, the world had no choice but to forgive her.
Because they finally understood what she'd known all along.
She was never theirs to forgive.

27/11/2025

Community Gifting Day
REMINDER INVITATION
Saturday 29th 10-2pm
1 hr sessions on the hr

www.tasgracesanctuary.org
1583 Nubeena rd
Nubeena 7184
Sms 0412190909

Experience the benefits of a healing space filled with scalar, sound, colour, and views of Parsons Bay
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Enjoy this soothing bedtime music..
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Play in the background when feeling unsettled or in need of deep relaxation when falling asleep.

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Tas Grace Sanctuary - A 24-Unit Energy Enhancement System. Phone 0412 19 0909. A safe & nurturing environment to relax, recharge & rejuvenate

27/11/2025

We noticed a problem and decided to step up and do something about it..
More people are now suffering from ill health.

We set up our Tas Grace Sanctuary 24 unit eesystem in Nubeena Tasmania providing a beautiful nurturing healing space to recharge and restore health.

This
SATURDAY 29TH NOV
10 -2PM
COMPLIMENTARY
COMMUNITY gifting DAY
1 hr sessions
Call 0412190909 to book

An invitation to experience the benefits of scalar, light, sound and colour frequencies.

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An inspiring share.
I was standing in the kitchen, halfway through making dinner, when my phone rang.

It was my husband, Mark. He was out in the mountains for the day, about two and a half hours from our home, and I knew he was supposed to be in the middle of a long ride, so my first thought was that he must have finished early.

“Hey, you done already?” I answered, still stirring the pot on the stove.

There was a pause on the other end, then a sigh.

“Not exactly,” he said. “Please don’t freak out.”

My hand froze.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I’m okay,” he rushed to say. “I promise. I just… lost the truck key on the trail.”

He explained it in pieces. He was riding a sixteen mile loop in the mountains he loved, the kind with rocks, roots, and steep switchbacks that make him feel alive. He kept his key in a small zippered pouch on his bike frame, like he always did. Only somewhere along the way, the zipper gave up. When he reached for the key at the end of the ride, the pouch hung open and the key was gone.

He had already turned around and ridden back along the same route once, scanning the ground, checking every spot where he’d stopped. It was like searching for a pebble on a beach. Nothing.

“I called the dealership,” he said. “It’s Saturday. They’re closed until Monday. AAA can get into the truck, but they can’t make a new key. My spare key is… well… in the bowl by our front door.”

Our front door was three hours away from where I stood in Raleigh and about five hours from where his truck sat locked and useless at a trailhead in the mountains.

I pressed my fingers to my forehead. “Okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “We’ll figure it out.”

While I mentally ran through options, Mark told me he had waved down another rider on the trail and asked if he’d seen a stray key. The man had stopped immediately and joined the search like it was his own problem. After they’d given up the second pass, they rode back to the parking lot together.

“That guy still with you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Mark replied. “He’s here. His name’s Chris.”

In the background, I heard another voice, cheerful and calm. “Tell her hi,” the stranger said.

Mark put me on speaker, and that is how I met the man who turned a stressful day into a story I will tell for the rest of my life.

“Hi, Jenna,” he said. “I’m Chris Lawson. We were out on the same trail. Your husband looks a lot less panicked now that he’s on the phone with you.”

I laughed weakly. “You’re already helping more than you know,” I said.

They explained that they’d gone over the same stretch of trail multiple times, asked other riders, checked every spot where Mark had stopped to catch his breath. No key. The trail was long, full of leaves and rocks. It could have bounced into any crack, slid under any root.

“I teach my kids that when they have a problem, they should find a way to fix it,” Chris said. “And your husband has a problem I can help with.”

There was a brief pause, and then he said the words that stunned both of us.

“I’m going to drive him to your house to get the spare,” he said. “We can be there tonight.”

I honestly thought I’d misheard him. “Wait,” I said. “You… you mean drive all the way out here? That’s hours. You don’t even know us.”

He laughed, easy and light. “I know enough,” he replied. “Your husband’s stuck. I’ve got a truck, a full tank of gas, and nothing tonight that can’t be rearranged. Why leave him stranded when there’s a solution?”

Mark tried to argue. “Man, that’s too much,” he said. “You’ve already spent half your afternoon helping me look for a key. I can sleep in the truck or find a cheap motel. I’ll be fine.”

Chris didn’t budge.

“Look,” he said, “I tell my students all the time: if you see a problem and you can do something about it, you step up. You don’t just talk about kindness, you practice it. You’ve got a wife waiting at home, and a job you probably need to be at on Monday. Let’s go get that key.”

Chris mentioned that he was a high school social studies teacher in a small town not far from the trail. He’d planned to go home, grade papers, and get ready for the week. Instead, he was volunteering to spend close to ten hours in a car with a man he’d just met.

There are still moments when my faith in people wavers. This was not one of those moments.

By four in the afternoon, they were on the highway, heading toward our place. Mark called periodically with updates. They swapped stories, talked about bikes and kids and teaching and the best trails in the state. Mark offered to take Chris out to dinner anywhere he wanted on the way.

“I mean it,” Mark said. “Name a steakhouse, seafood place, anything. It’s on me.”

Chris thought about it and then said, almost shyly, “Honestly? I almost never get fast food. We’ve got three kids and we watch the budget pretty carefully. Could we stop at Burger King?”

After everything he was doing, that was his big ask. Not a fancy meal. A cheeseburger.

Mark practically forced him to get whatever he wanted. The total for dinner for two came to just over ten dollars.

Around nine that night, Chris’s truck pulled up in front of our house. I stood on the porch with the porch light on, holding the spare key in my hand, heart pounding with relief.

When they got out, Chris looked like someone I’d known for years – dusty from the trail, hair flattened from the helmet, eyes kind and tired. I hugged my husband first and then turned to Chris.

“Thank you,” I said, the words feeling impossibly small. “I don’t even know how to begin to repay you.”

He shrugged it off. “You don’t have to,” he said. “I was in the right place at the right time.”

We invited him to stay the night in the guest room. It was late, and he’d already driven for hours. He smiled and shook his head.

“I’d love to,” he said, “but my wife’s birthday is tomorrow. I promised I’d be home when she wakes up. I already texted her about all of this. She told me I was crazy, but the good kind.”

They stayed just long enough to stretch their legs, use the bathroom, and refill travel mugs with coffee. Mark grabbed the spare key from my hand, kissed me, and climbed back into Chris’s truck.

They turned right around and started the five hour drive back to the mountains.

At two in the morning, Mark’s text came through: “We made it. Truck starts. I’ll be home after I sleep a little in the parking lot.”

The next day, when he finally rolled back into our driveway, he was exhausted but still glowing from the whole experience. As they were saying goodbye in the cold mountain air earlier that night, Mark had tried to press all the cash he had in his wallet into Chris’s hand.

“Please,” he said. “Gas, food, all of this time… take it.”

Chris pushed it back.

“You can keep your money,” he said. “Just remember this and pass it on when you get the chance.”

So Mark left the bills tucked into the cup holder in Chris’s truck where he’d be sure to find them later. A small thank you for a huge kindness.

I thought that was the end of the story. But life had one more surprise waiting.

Two days later, Mark got a message from a number he didn’t recognize. It was from a man named Tyler who wrote:

“Hey, I think I found your truck key on the Ridgeway Trail. It was near the creek crossing. Took some searching, but I managed to match the fob number to your truck make and track you down through the park office. I can mail it back if you send me your address.”

There was a photo attached of the missing key, dirt smeared, a little scratched, but very much real.

Mark called him immediately. Tyler explained that he had heard about “the guy who lost his key and had to get a ride across the state,” and had kept an eye out on his next ride. When he spotted a dark shape half buried under leaves, he hopped off his bike and checked. Instead of pocketing it and moving on, he spent time figuring out who it belonged to.

He refused anything in return, even when Mark offered to pay for shipping and then some.

“No need,” Tyler said. “I know what it feels like to lose something important. Just glad I could get it back to you.”

A few days later, the original key arrived in our mailbox in a padded envelope with a short note: “Found on the trail. Hope your next ride is less exciting. – Tyler.”

Now both keys sit in our kitchen drawer, and every time I see them, I think about the two strangers who turned a mess into proof that kindness is alive and well.

Chris, the teacher who teaches his students to fix problems and then walks the talk by driving ten hours through the night for a man he just met.

Tyler, the rider who could have ignored a dirty key on the ground but instead took the time to make sure it got back home.

We always hear about what’s wrong in the world, about how people are selfish and disconnected. But that weekend in the mountains, two ordinary men quietly did what was right without asking for credit or reward.

To say there are good people out there feels too small.

There are people who see a stranger’s problem and say, “I can help with that.”

There are people who value their promises, whether it’s to be home for a birthday or to mail a lost key.

There are people who show our kids, not by lectures but by their actions, what generosity and responsibility really look like.

Every time Mark loads his bike onto the truck now, he checks his pouch twice. The zipper is new and strong. But there is a part of us that knows that even if something goes wrong again, we live in a world where “mountain biker Chris” and “trail rider Tyler” exist.

And that makes all the difference.

25/11/2025

We decided to dream bigger than the limitations that society placed on us....
GROW OLD..SURVIVE ON A PENSION..

NOT US.

There is more to managing dis-ease than just taking tablets.
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We chose to set up a healing space that supports and enhance health and wellbeing.
We incorporated Einstein's "Frequency is Medicine of the future"

In our Tas Grace Sanctuary we have scalar waves, frequencies of sound, colour, light, PEMF, VIELIGHT neuro alpha and gamma, Dr Rife s Spooky2, infrared crystal mats, Biowell scan.

We also offer EFT, Resilience and life coach as well as NLP.

Restore balance in the whole person.
Body Mind Spirit

Call 0412190909 to book a session.
We also have RETREAT PACKAGES for those wanting to immerse in total self care for a few days. Annual self care time🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️💕
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Monthly
COMPLIMENTARY DAY
COMMUNITY GIFTING
Saturday 28th November
1hr sessions 10-2pm

Welcome to come and sit in our comfy recliners
In a nurturing healing space.
Experience the benefits of cellular recharge.
Relax and rebalance
Enhance your wellbeing

Our dream manifested

Call 0412190909

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21/11/2025

This is an inspiring share from one of the other eesystem centres
We are blessed to have a similar eesystem here in Nubeena , Tasmania

www.tasgracesanctuary.org

An invitation to come and experience for yourself some of the
benefits from spending time in our healing space.
Call 0412190909 for an appt

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Amazing testimonial about our scalar wave technology EESystem technology 🙌
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I am a medically trained trial lawyer with 35 years experience as a litigator, some of which involve suing doctors for malpractice. I’m also a parent who recovered their child from autism using multiple methods which at the time were considered experimental. Now they are standard. I tell you this so you are equipped to assess my credibility in this testimony. September 23 I was rearended in my car by a truck. I suffered a commuted displaced closed multi- fracture of the right forearm. After surgery Which was an open reduction, internal fixation involving two plates multiple screws and long incisions on both the interior and exterior of my right forearm, my right index finger and thumb was numb. I also suffered additional injuries to my shoulder and right side of my neck which hurt. After 1.5 months OTPT, I had plateaued with limited right hand function, nightly pain in hand and in the neck pain, which I ignored because the neck pain was secondary.There were many things I could not do. Most things I could not do without pain.

November 11, 2025 I entered a session of scaler wave therapy.

I fell into the deepest sleep. That fact slone I found completely disconcerting since I was in a strange place with strange people, it was only 11 o’clock in the morning, and I had my usual full energy. Despite this, upon entering the room, I felt the need to crash into a sleep, which I did for four hours.

These are the functions I regained the next day:
I could bring my fork to my mouth without excruciating pain in my wrist.
I could use dental floss.
I could curl my hair.
I found myself lifting things without pain and with strength such as a gallon of water by its strap.
I could open my car trunk without assisting my hand with my other hand.
I found myself with my hand on my hip, which was something I would do unconsciously before my injury but not since.

I reported this to Wendy with great excitement and frankly shock.

I decided to wait to do a testimonial to see if the effect wore off. It did not, but actually increased —meaning additional sustained function was obtained.

I scheduled a second therapy. I was suspicious that this time would be different as when I entered the therapy room I didn’t feel an immediate need to sleep. Despite this, I laid down and to my shock woke up 3 1/2 hours later. During the second session I vividly recall, coming back to awareness feeling an itching spot on the inside of my injured forearm. It was directly in a spot that had a fluid collection early on in my healing. It was no longer visible, but I found it interesting that the wave effect favored that area.

The day after my second session, I trimmed the Eureka hedge. Yes it’s true. True flabbergasting!! I also shoveled a small ravine to capture the water to feed the Eureka’s. I left the Frantz on the ground, cause I was out of energy. But the next morning I got up, pick them all up, clutching them in my fists and carry them to the front end of the driveway. I also bought lighter wrist weights for my morning exercise routine, which I had not been able to do I strap them on and went for my walk, lifting my arms in my routine fashion. I was able to do this pain-free with no effects the day after or the following day. (I had attempted this a week before scalar therapy and ended up in a lot of pain.) Last and remarkably, I had put my upper right shoulder and neck pain on the back burner because it was so secondary to my thumb numbness. But after the first treatment had reduced my thumb numbness eliminated the pain and restored weight-bearing function and other functions, I had noticed my neck pain more and more. In fact, I had specifically taken pain medication for my neck several nights in a row before my second scalar treatment. After my second treatment, my neck pain was nearly gone. I really couldn’t believe it, but I’m telling you that’s how it was.

I’ve asked myself if any of these effects could be attributed to something else such as the lapse of time or the positive effects of the OT I had undergone. The answer to this is no for these reasons: one, I had completed OT and had not gone back for a period of two weeks due to scheduling reasons, so there was no other treatment being administered prior to scaler, and two My condition as a function of time had plateaued, and I was sometimes taking pain medication still due to waking up at night, so there was nothing leading up to this fantastical change To which the change could be attributed.

With all of the technologies, we now are learning have existed for sometime yet denied from public view.
Sandra Cassidy
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Tas Grace Sanctuary - A 24-Unit Energy Enhancement System. Phone 0412 19 0909. A safe & nurturing environment to relax, recharge & rejuvenate

20/11/2025

This Sophia Smith and Pastor Greene story inspired me to share our www.tasgracesanctuary.org vision

We opened our wellbeing hub with a knowing that Albert Eistein's
"Frequency the future of Medicine" is unfolding now.

If you are feeling exhausted, overwhelmed, depressed or 'out of sort' , we invite you to come and experience how frequency healing and rebalancing can support your health and wellbeing.

SCALAR LIGHT COLOUR SOUND INFRARED***

Please call 0412190909
For a session
1hr mini...$60
2 hrs basic $100
10 hrs intensive $260
Concessions available

Tas Grace Sanctuary
1583 Nubeena rd
Nubeena 7184

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HA HA...A JOKE The critics of 1870s Women's brain cannot handle serious study?

Thank you ... Sophia Smith and Pastor Greene , you showed them a possibility beyond the expectations of the era... 🙏💖

Tas Grace Sanctuary - A 24-Unit Energy Enhancement System. Phone 0412 19 0909. A safe & nurturing environment to relax, recharge & rejuvenate

13/11/2025

We support the body's innate capacity to heal and rebalance itself.
Our Eesystem provides cellular recharge with light, sound, colour frequencies and scalar
www.tasgracesanctuary.org

Educate yourself and make wise decisions.
HEALTH TOPIC
TETANUS fear ...
Fun facts on tetanus that clearly most doctors don't know (or lie about) since they give the DTaP vaccine for even sinus infections and any minor cut:

1. Tetanus is an anaerobic bacteria meaning it can't survive in oxygenated environments meaning if the wound bled, NO tetanus.
2. Just because you get cut on metal (rusty or not), it doesn't automatically mean tetanus bacteria is present. Tetanus is normally found in manure/dirt and not on a clean plumbing fixture.
3. Even if there was a deep puncture wound that did not bleed, caused by an object that had tetanus bacteria on it, you literally can NOT "vaccinate" against a bacterial infection AFTER the exposure. The vaccine is not an instant tetanus killer; it would take weeks for your body to produce enough antibodies (provided the vaccine is even successful at all).
4. If there were serious concerns about tetanus exposure (as previously explained) then the ONLY thing that could help (outside of allowing the wound to bleed, if possible, and cleaning the wound with soap, water, or hydrogen peroxide) would be the TiG shot (tetanus immunoglobulin), which is an anti-toxin and not a vaccine.
5. There is no "tetanus vaccine" available in that , only the DTaP which is a 3-in-1 cocktail vaccine consisting of Diptheria, Tetanus & Pertussis (whooping cough) or Td (tetanus and diphtheria).

To summarize:

1. A tetanus shot would not help a current case of tetanus as a vaccine takes several weeks to create antibodies. If a current case of tetanus is truly a concern, the TiG shot is what should be given.
2. According to the VAERS database, reactions to vaccines for tetanus and diptheria are not rare. As of August 2012, there were over 22,000 adverse reactions reported and 67 deaths.
3. Lastly, the CDC states that efficacy of the tetanus toxoid has never been studied in a vaccine trial.

BE HAPPY BE HEALTHY

Tas Grace Sanctuary - A 24-Unit Energy Enhancement System. Phone 0412 19 0909. A safe & nurturing environment to relax, recharge & rejuvenate

11/11/2025

For those who like research...

Our research partners at UC San Diego have published a new paper in the scientific journal Communications Biology.

The landmark study demonstrates how intensive meditation can trigger the same profound brain activity previously documented only with psychedelic substances – while simultaneously activating measurable biological transformations throughout the entire body.

The published findings suggest that in just seven days, without any pharmaceutical intervention, Dr Joe’s Week Long Retreat participants achieved what researchers are calling a “biological reset.”

Visit the link to read the full paper, download it, and share it with your family, friends, and communities. Together, we can create the greatest possible impact. https://bit.ly/3JTtDmu

🎼"Ambiology 5: Eden" by Barry Goldstein Music

Our research partners at UC San Diego have just announced revolutionary findings that challenge conventional understanding of human biology.