back to JP benefit sub-directory Below you will find JP's own words interspersed with the words of her friends. Rosemary Gladstar writes: Dear friends, I know you’ve all been concerned/worried for our sister/friend Jeannine. And for good reason. She is very very ill and needs the help of friends and community in order to get through this ordeal.  I know our lives are very full and there is so much to attend to daily, but please keep your prayers flowing to this incredible and amazing woman. Jeannine has dedicated her life to healing/helping others , has been an outstanding spokeswoman for children of the world and the  home birth movement, and has touched the lives of so many. But at this time in her life, she needs our help. Call for Help from Robin Rose Bennett for the amazing woman called: Jeannine Parvati Baker, author of Hygieia.  The two biggest things we can do for her now are: 1.      Monthly pledges of financial support. If we could get a 100 people to pledge $20 each  month for the next three to four months that would help greatly with her monthly expenses. (Jeannine has no income at this time as she¹s unable to work).  If willing/able to pledge a monthly amount, please let Jeannine know.  If reminders would be helpful for those who have pledged, an email reminder can be sent each month. 2.      Help with locating a capable, loving person who would be willing to live with/near Jeannine and help with her daily health care and email/web work.  Jeannine does have free lodging available in a little farmhouse near her home. With consistent good help for even a month or two,  Jeannine would be able to better rest and recuperate. If you can help, please contact: by letter or phone (no email)  JEANNINE PARVATI BAKER 40 N. State St Joseph UT 84739 USA Call: 435-527-3738 to discuss details (please do not call before 9 AM or after 8 PM MST). Jeannine herself writes: Letter To HCV (Hepatitis C Virus) The time has come and gone for salutation. For almost a year Ive been consciously hosting you in my liver, perhaps in my lymph, as well. You have overstayed your visit and I am commanding you to exit - this is enough suffering. Sure, Ive learned a lot yet being instructive does not justify the anguish wrought upon me and by extension, my family and friends. I had a dream the other night - I was in the Olympics. It was a race - my competitors and I ran a course from our beds to the bathroom, the winner being whoever did not pee before they made it to the toilet. The event was called the Super Bowl. A sense of humor finds me in the dreamtime yet in the day world, I hate you now - my fear has slipped into anger, the other side of the two headed coin and tonight I meet you heads on. No more Ms Nice Gaia - Im pissed and each time I pee, out you go. The fluid in my belly lessens with every visit to my Super Bowl where the game is in the 4th quarter. And I will not only touch down to survive, but be touched by all above and below to thrive. I call upon my ancestors, survivors of the Jewish Holocaust and the Native American Genocide on two continents. Hear this, liver and spleen - our cells, our inherent light, are now fully in motion. All the healing forces of generations have huddled and agreed to go the distance. The goal is full remission. I call upon my beloveds here with me now - cheer with me, my children and grandchildren and countless friends all over the world - focus your love for the sake of my life. I call upon the angels, the healers from all dimensions, to assist in this divine play. Great Spirit, Holy Mystery, let Thy will be done. My heart hurts - fluttering pain pressured by swallowed tears that pool in my belly. This late autumn I looked as if I was pregnant with twins. Now comes winter and the babies are yet to be born. The first was named Joy, the second Faith, as I grew more swollen with grief. Now it feels like the entire lost tribes gestate beneath my ribs and I am stretched to capacity. I feel too weak to push - so in patience, in trust, I let the release of what no longer serves flow through me. I may not be holding new babies anytime soon but Ill be ever so grateful to hold my self. As it is now, I can not even tie my own shoes. I long for when I can stand again and see my own feet. As I write to you, HCV, I notice how much I blame you for malingering - running interference and tackling me to the ground of pitiful being. Yet I love my liver and spleen (all of my organs, blood, bones, lymph, nerves, et. al) but I detest you, the violator. How gracious I was to you, the uninvited guest - citing your civility in answering my unconscious call to render me compost. That was early in my despair as my marriage was ending. NOW I am DONE with that!! I will instead compost you - all half a million viruses or how ever many the ghost counters have seen - and restore, even resurrect, and finally cultivate my embodied soul. From Olympian coliseum, through football stadium, to the field of Joy andFaith, I will arise as the holy, WHOLE garden I am. And what beauty will grow   Blessed Be & Blessed Do, Jeannine Parvati Baker BIRTHKEEPER Also read JP's in absentia keynote address from last fall.