Occasionally, I am asked questions about the product referred to as the “Miracle Mineral Supplement” (evolved to “Master Mineral Solution”) or “MMS”. The product is a specific solution of sodium chlorite (NaClO2) that is “activated” using a light acid. In the beginning, it was lemon or lime juice, even vinegar. Over time the acid of choice changed to a specific strength of citric acid (50%). Today it is hydrochloric acid (HCl) (4%).
Back in the day, going back to the latter part of 2007, I was first introduced to the product. Following the instructions given, which have evolved since then, I experienced, several days later, a massive “expectorant” response.
That response, which included vigorous bouts of diarrhea and vomiting, is why some factions contend, to this day, that MMS is “dangerous,” a potent industrial bleach, and should not be used at any cost. We won’t get into the relative merits, pro or con, of these assertions.
The main faction representing the position is that credible organization, bastion of public concern, the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). Their experts claim that the product is dangerous, although they fail to say to who.
On this recommendation, however, they went after, and through the Dept of Justice, eventually secured a conviction, of Daniel Smith for selling the product.
The title of the DoJ announcement reads:
Seller of “Miracle Mineral Solution” Convicted for Marketing Toxic Chemical as a Miracle Cure
Daniel is presently serving time in federal prison.
I received the following communique from Daniel a couple weeks ago. Instead of trying to summarize it or add my own spin, I’ll let him speak to you directly, as you won’t hear this perspective on CNN, 60 Minutes or Dateline.
Feb. 2, 2016
Daniel (Smith) here, sending warmth and gratitude for all your support from Sheridan Federal Prison (USA). Thanks to Dad for keeping the family up to date. I’m sorry its taken so long to write. Alas, I have seen the cold concrete walls of at least 25 cells in 10 separate facilities, shackled and shuffled between four states in too many vans, buses and airplanes to count, all with fellow prisoners, many of whom harmed no one but found themselves equally at odds with government policies fueled by greed. I now languish hopeful in a 10×15, 6-man cube with five other inmates, most of whom are “political” prisoners of war – the government’s “war on drugs” that is, primarily marijuana, while me, sodium chlorite (MMS). It would be a satire if it weren’t a tragedy.
One gentleman in my cube, age 65, ran a fully licensed medical marijuana dispensary in California and another, 64 yesterday, is serving his eighth year for growing his own plants in Oregon where it is now legal! Their stories don’t differ much from my own. In fact, many of the stories here sound about the same… underhanded trickery and extortion tactics by zealous prosecutors aided by complacent judges in an effort to warehouse more bodies as sureties for bonds sold on Wall Street to make the rich richer and keep the powerful in power. It’s the greatest human trafficking scheme since 18th century American slavery. Many Americans have little clue what their penal system has descended into. I tell you this to explain that one does not come to this forsaken place filled with society’s almost-forgotten without first great expense to both the public and the human spirit. This is from whence I will now fight my appeal and, with your help, win.
As I write these words by a waning book light, I am listening in headphones to a song that Karis (my wife) recently dedicated to me. You’ve probably heard it… “Like a small boat on the ocean… sending big waves into motion… like how a single word… can make a heart open… I may only have one match, but I can make an explosion… This is my fight song, take back my life song, prove ’em all right song. My power’s turned on… starting right now I’ll be strong… I’ll play my fight song… and I don’t really care if nobody else believes, cuz I still got alotta fight left in me!” (“Fight Song” by: Rachel Platten). Thank you, Rachel Platten, for breathing life into the human spirit!
For those of the family who need an update… on May 27, 2015, after being denied an opportunity to present a case in defense, yours truly was found ostensibly “guilty” for Project GreenLife’s involvement in the worldwide distribution of MMS, which the FDA arbitrarily deemed a “misbranded drug” in order to subject it to the agency’s tyrannical regulatory scheme. Seemingly pleased with how the government’s one-sided show trial went, the judge immediately remanded me to U.S. Marshal custody.
At the sound of the gavel, I looked to the gallery to find Karis’ eyes and steadied my gaze as they cuffed my wrists and walked me away. In a back room I was stripped of my coat, tie, belt, shoe laces, and placed alone in a dimly lit cell where I immediately closed my eyes and reached out in front of me to trace Karis’ and the kids’ faces and replayed a scene from the previous evening when I watched Sabby make a heart with her little hands through the car window. If this would be my last memory of her for awhile, I wanted to hold onto it… make it last. I grieved that I would miss her school performance that night and that she would not even know why her Dad missed it until it was over. I wanted to tell her I was sorry.
For months I fought from a tiny cell for the right to take up my own defense again. This would not be granted until I made known that I possessed a recording of my court-appointed attorney admitting the judge had supplanted former standby counsel with the federal defenders office, despite a well-established conflict, in order to have an attorney of her own preference handle my case, which was described as being “a problem child” for my having put forth a vigorous defense.
On October 27, 2015, I was ceremoniously sentenced to 51 months in federal prison, 48 months of probation, and a $12,500 fine. The courtroom was packed… one side with family, friends and supporters, the other with government employees and two rows of law students who came to see the show. ABC News’ Cindi Galli and her film crew from New York also flew in for the proceedings in hopes to obtain an interview. Ms. Galli later stated to an interviewee that she had received hundreds of emails from supporters all over the world. Thank you!
I represented myself during sentencing … won some arguments, lost some arguments. You could have heard a pin drop during my cross-examination of the lead FDA agent as she struggled in silence not to admit that she in fact had no firsthand knowledge of any victims, financial or otherwise in regards to MMS. I had a fever and headache during the proceedings and the U.S. Marshals prohibited me from taking the Advil the nurse had given me before I left the jail. One by one, people came to the podium and spoke about their relationship with me, business, family and community. There were many tears and I remember feeling afterwards that I had never felt more loved on any other day in my life. Thank you!
One supporter, a film-maker, informed the court that the history of the case had been well documented and that there would be a documentary exposing all the shenanigans. Another supporter flew in from Ecuador to explain how his mother had been cured of breast cancer using MMS. At one point he turned to the lead FDA agent and prosecutor and asked how they could sleep at night and told them they should be ashamed of themselves.
A special petition for leniency in sentencing was presented bearing thousands of signatures obtained the week prior. The judge breezed through it and commented something to the effect: “I see several people claim that MMS cured their cancer, but we have no way of knowing if they weren’t just in remission.” I’ve since concluded there is no earthly cure for pathological disbelief. All in all, the consensus is that your prayers and support helped reduce the sentence that could have been as high as 37 years. Thank you!
Immediately following sentencing, I was transported back to county jail. One marshal commented that I sure had a lot of people who loved me. Another said, “I have to ask… what is MMS?” He said he was looking up “MMS” on his cell phone while people were giving testimony about it. Back at the jail, a friendly corrections officer and proponent of alternative health well versed in oxygen therapies asked me through my cell door if I would do it all over again knowing now what they would put me through. Before I could reply, she answered her own question with a smile. “Of course you would, because of all the lives that have been saved.” This reminded me that there are still good and honest people who work for the government.
On my very first night in this prison, I met an inmate who’d cured himself of prostrate cancer using MMS in 2011. He later went on, after PGL went out of business, he said, to purchase MMS by the case from another vendor in order to share it with friends and family. Standing next to him in the same line was an inmate whose wife was presently using MMS for skin cancer. A few days later I met someone who used to work with a group that administered MMS regularly with spectacular results. Having since had Jim Humble’s book (“Master Mineral of the Third Millennium”) sent into the prison for my personal library, its been perpetually checked out by a growing list of inmates.
There are really no words to express my gratitude for having been given these experiences my first day here, because they remind me that none of this has ever been in vain. MMS continues to change lives everywhere. What the FDA meant for ill-will and vindictive purposes has merely served to further expose corporate greed and government malfeasance, while educating the masses that there are viable, inexpensive alternatives to the costly poisons of big pharma.
Yesterday, an inmate asked me the one question that every inmate is eventually asked: “So, did you do it?” “Did I do what,” I asked? “Whatever they said you did, did you actually do it?” This gave me the opportunity to reflect. After all, I have to believe this journey has, in part, been for the purpose of self discovery. To answer the question, did Daniel Smith sell a misbranded drug with the intent to defraud or mislead the FDA (or anyone else) as the government boldly alleged? Not even in the slightest. Did PGL fraudulently import a misbranded drug into the United States? Certainly not, and the government always knew as much. Did anyone conspire to break any law or to obstruct the FDA? Not even.
These questions seem even more absurd to me today than they did when I first read the indictment. But when all of the incredible power of the government is marshaled against you, one eventually has to ask, “What did I step in? Am I really that person they are saying I am?” I’ll never forget the words of a dear friend who captured in a single question the essence of the ego’s greatest fear… “What if everyone finds out I’m a fraud?” I have since learned that it is not until we face that question within ourselves, and come out on the other side, that we could ever know who we really are… and who we aren’t.
As I come to this portion of the letter, I am listening in headphones to the song “Through All of It”, by Colton Dixon, a song that has become my private anthem in this season of my life. If while reading this you have access to the Internet, you might find it on YouTube, or somewhere, and it can better provide the poignant context with which I share these lyrics…
“There are days of taking more than I can give, and there are choices that I’ve made that I wouldn’t make again. I’ve had my share of laughter, of tears and troubled times. This has been the story of my life. I have won, and I have lost. I got it right sometimes, but sometimes I did not. Life’s been a journey. I’ve seen joy. I’ve seen regret. Oh and you have been my God through all of it.” (“Through All of It” by: Colton Dixon).
When I lay down to sleep at night, I put this song on in my headphones and daydream of being home again with my family, dancing with my wife within the periphery of my children who may one day tell their families how they remember seeing mom and dad dance and being glad to have grown up in a loving home. I daydream of them telling our grandchildren that grandpa always said, “There’s nothing like a home filled with laughter, love and music.”
I pray that I’ve handed down something important by my example… that having the courage to stand up for what you believe, right or wrong, even against the worst odds, is totally worth it, and that having courage does not mean that you won’t be afraid. Whoever I was when I first started this journey has been transmuted by all the love and support of those who have believed in me, even when I have struggled to believe in myself. If God is love, then truly, your love has been God to me, through all of it. And for this, I thank you.
So, where are we today? We have a ways to go and, as always, I have no idea how we’ll get there without a miracle. Thankfully, love specializes in miracles and there has never been a shortage. Miracles are the only things that have carried us this far. I am told by consulting counsel that we have as good a chance of success on our appeal as could be imagined. That is because, for as far as the American criminal justice system has slid down the slippery slope, there is still the 5th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, which guarantees (when justice works) a fair trial, implying the right to effective assistance of counsel, the right to present a defense, the right to call witnesses, the right to confront your accuser, the right to testify in one’s own behalf, the right to conflict free counsel, the right to due process, etc, etc; all rights clearly violated in our case.
There are other positive things happening that I am not at liberty to make public until certain things are concluded, but they could be important and historical in nature “sending big waves into motion.” The time is ripe for reform and this case gives us standing. Our goal is not only a complete reversal, but declaratory relief that the FDA may not abuse process to interfere with the lawful sale of sodium chlorite (MMS) ever again. This world has grown tired of health tyranny and its days are numbered. This is our fight song!
In Deep Love and Appreciation
The linked image below was among my Facebook feeds today, outlining the approved, safe uses of chlorine dioxide for human consumption. The approving entity is the FDA.
It appears that chlorine dioxide has been approved in the Code of Federal Relations since 1995.