{"id":27603,"date":"2013-10-12T10:00:29","date_gmt":"2013-10-12T14:00:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/static\/?p=27603"},"modified":"2013-10-13T18:17:18","modified_gmt":"2013-10-13T22:17:18","slug":"baily-is-suffering-im-shelling-out-500-please-join-me-vermont","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/2013\/baily-is-suffering-im-shelling-out-500-please-join-me-vermont\/","title":{"rendered":"Baily is suffering. I’m shelling out $500. Please join me (Vermont)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Bailey
\nBaily<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span>
\n—Calvin Luther Martin, PhD<\/p>\n

Here’s the deal. \u00a0Steve & Luann Therrien<\/a> live off-grid in Vermont. \u00a0On 50 acres of mixed hardwood which they’ve turned into a wilderness haven, complete with cozy cabin, wood stove, and all the good stuff Henry David Thoreau and John Muir rhapsodized over.<\/p>\n

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear.<\/p>\n

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.\u201d<\/p>\n

—H.D. Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In God’s wildness lies the hope of the world.<\/p>\n

—John Muir (founder of the Sierra Club)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

God’s wildness got shattered two years ago by the noise and vibration of newly built gigantic wind turbines within a mile of their home.<\/p>\n

The Therriens<\/a>, mind you, were not notified of the impending wind plant. \u00a0Nor did they oppose it when they noticed it being built, convincing themselves it would be a minor nuisance. \u00a0(After all, they had lived here within earshot of the Interstate for 17 years.)<\/p>\n

By the end of 6 months they admitted to one another that they were horribly wrong. \u00a0That something weird and very wrong was happening to their health<\/a>. \u00a0And whatever it was, it was getting worse.<\/p>\n

No, they did not read Dr. Pierpont’s book, nor had they heard of her or “Wind Turbine Syndrome” (WTS). \u00a0(In fact, as I write this, they still have not read the book.) \u00a0They had no idea of the public uproar that has been raging, for over a decade, over people suffering bizarre health effects from badly placed turbines.<\/p>\n

All they knew is that they were getting more and more nausea, vertigo, headaches, problems concentrating, feelings of pressure in the head, tinnitus, anxiety, little to no sleep, awakening in the night in a panic, etc.<\/p>\n

They were “living” Pierpont’s book—without the slightest clue the book existed.<\/p>\n

I just got off the phone with Luann. \u00a0I told her that they have “textbook” WTS. \u00a0Since they are flat broke at the moment—a point I will come back to—I said I would mail a copy of the book, gratis. \u00a0\u201cYou will be reading about yourselves, and will weep,” I warned. \u00a0\u201cRead it anyhow, to understand what’s really going on.”<\/p>\n

It’s not just Steve & Luann. \u00a0It’s Baily (2-year-old daughter) and Seager (4-year-old son). \u00a0Both children are suffering—except, with limited communication skills, their parents have difficulty pinpointing exactly how. \u00a0Clearly there is fear in both children (seeking refuge in their parents’ bed at night). \u00a0And at times pain. \u00a0Head pain? \u00a0Earache? \u00a0And Seager refuses to get on the swing he used to love.<\/p>\n

\"Seager\"
\nSeager<\/span><\/p>\n

I have said they have classic WTS. \u00a0Luann, who was a cook at the now shuttered King George School nearby, is having trouble remembering and following simple recipes. \u00a0(Right out of Pierpont’s book!) \u00a0Steve, a carpenter and master mechanic—the kind of man who can build and equip a sturdy cabin for his young family—had to quit his job at the wood-shop because he couldn’t follow directions and was in danger of hurting himself with the saws. \u00a0(Right out of Pierpont’s book!)<\/p>\n

They have to move. \u00a0Flat broke, having spent what little money they had fighting this terrorism—the Therriens absolutely have to move. \u00a0(Yes, they put their 50 acres up for sale—but no takers.) \u00a0The wind energy company (First Wind), preoccupied by the lucrative business of saving the planet from global warming<\/a>, refuses to acknowledge their illness and refuses to buy them out. \u00a0The governor’s office and state agencies are indifferent, having drunk the Kool-Aid that “wind energy can do no harm.”<\/p>\n

They have to move, pronto! \u00a0This is northern Vermont; winter comes early to these boreal forests and mountains. \u00a0All those trees lose their leaves in winter, making turbine noise & vibration worse than in summer. \u00a0And in winter, the family is confined indoors much of the time, where the infrasound is demonstrably worse than outdoors.<\/p>\n

Besides, they are discovering the horrific sequelae of WTS: \u00a0one becomes increasingly sensitized to it. \u00a0(Luann confirmed this on the phone a few minutes ago.)<\/p>\n

This website has been at the forefront of fighting this scourge. \u00a0It’s one thing to argue with the likes of Simon “Nocebo-effect” Chapman and Geoff “If-you-can’t-hear it, it-won’t-hurt-you” Leventhall. \u00a0It’s another to provide emergency financial support for victims of WTS.<\/p>\n

I’m asking for money. \u00a0Your money. \u00a0Sent directly to Luann Therrien. \u00a0By check. \u00a0Please.<\/p>\n

It sucks asking for money. \u00a0To try and sweeten this embarrassing task, Nina & I propose the following: \u00a0We will contribute $500 to the Therriens if 20 other people each contribute $500—a matching funds proposition, with 20 other people. \u00a0(Please, no checks over $500! \u00a0I mean that.) \u00a0If you’re not in a position to contribute $500, then I propose that you find someone you can pair up with so that, between you, your combined gift is $500.<\/p>\n

Twenty people, or twenty groups, each contributing $500. \u00a0No more than this. \u00a0So these people can buy a crappy old mobile home (I’ve seen photos of the one they’re considering) and move it onto land belonging to Steve’s mother, nearby, where they hope to start life anew. \u00a0(Unfortunately, they can’t just lock the door of the cabin and, traveling light, go live someplace else. \u00a0Luann explained that all the cabins in their forest are routinely broken into and robbed and vandalized. \u00a0Broken windows. \u00a0Kicked-in doors. \u00a0Trashed. \u00a0Yes, even when the cabins are left—unlocked. \u00a0No, they have to assume the cabin will be rendered uninhabitable in their absence.)<\/p>\n

I don’t have $500 to give these people. \u00a0You don’t either. \u00a0But I’m doing it anyhow. \u00a0And I hope you join me. \u00a0Somewhere in this narrative, basic humanity kicks in, and we wind up doing things we’d prefer not to—because altruism is a primal human instinct. \u00a0And because you and I have not forgotten that key ingredient of the “immense journey” of our species.<\/p>\n

Do it this way, if you will: \u00a0Send me an email (rushtoncanoe@aol.com<\/a>) pledging your $500 or portion thereof. \u00a0I will match up donors with others, so each chunk amounts to $500 in total. \u00a0With 20 “chunks” of $500 each. \u00a0When we’ve reached the $10,000 mark, I’ll contact Steve & Luann and tell them they are going to receive a bunch of checks. \u00a0I will then contact you with their mailing address—along with their profound appreciation.<\/p>\n

Instead of donating to your favorite environmental organization this Christmas, make an early Christmas present to these victims of “environmentalism” run amok.<\/p>\n

Nina & I thank you.<\/p>\n

We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. \u00a0They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: \u00a0the last of the human freedoms—to choose one\u2019s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one\u2019s own way.<\/p>\n

A thought transfixed me: \u00a0for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. \u00a0The truth—that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire.<\/p>\n

Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: \u00a0The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved.<\/p>\n

In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way—an honorable way—in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment.\u201d<\/p>\n

—Viktor E. Frankl, Man\u2019s Search for Meaning<\/em> (1988)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

 <\/p>\n

October 9, 2013 update<\/strong>: \u00a0Here is the note we got from Luann Therrien the other day:<\/p>\n

\"Seager<\/p>\n

Please please please help us. We are a family of 4, ages 52, 44, almost 4 & 2, having children so late is whole other heart-wrenching story.<\/p>\n

We live in Sheffield, Vermont by 16 wind turbines. The closest is under 3\/4 of a mile, 5 are under a mile, and all 16 are under 2 miles away.<\/p>\n

We are suffering terribly, my husband and I have all the signs of Wind Turbine Syndrome- (1) Sleep disturbance. Not simply awakened, but awakening in a panic (\u201cflight or fight\u201d response). (2) Headache. (3) Tinnitus. (4) Ear pressure. (5) Dizziness. (6) Vertigo. (7) Nausea. (8) Visual blurring. (9) Tachycardia. (10) Irritability. (11) Problems with concentration and memory. (12) Panic episodes associated with sensations of internal pulsation or quivering, which arise while awake or asleep. (This latter involving other, non-vestibular organs of balance, motion, and position sense.)<\/p>\n

Have also been put on anti-depressants + sleeping pills + motion sickness medication, and as per our Dr. have been told to not even try to work.<\/p>\n

The children are too small to articulate how they are being impacted. But when we get a lot of noise we see a definite change in their behavior and not for the better.<\/p>\n

How long will we have to wait for officials to admit there is a problem associated with living in too close proximity to wind turbines? Needless to say they will not tell us if our still developing children will have long term damage. In the meantime we are getting more and more ill.<\/p>\n

We desperately need to move. Wind Turbine Syndrome is no joke.<\/p>\n

Our hope was to get into a reasonably decent home. \u00a0That was why we original posted in gofundme<\/a> asking for $90,000.00. In the hopes of covering the cost of a home, moving expenses, and all the other expenses that would be necessary.<\/p>\n

Winter is coming and we have to get out of here. The worst of the noise for us has begun. With the hopes for a home slipping away from us we realize an older mobile home is more realistic, but at this point nowhere near in sight.<\/p>\n

We have gone through all of our savings and are flat broke. We have reduced our goal to $40,000.00.<\/p>\n

We HAVE reached the point of desperation. We HAVE to move for the sake of our health and sanity.<\/p>\n

Please if you or someone you know could help us, we are desperate.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Baily . —Calvin Luther Martin, PhD Here’s the deal. \u00a0Steve & Luann Therrien live off-grid in Vermont. \u00a0On 50 acres of mixed hardwood which they’ve turned into a wilderness haven, complete with cozy cabin, wood stove, and all the good stuff Henry David Thoreau and John Muir rhapsodized over. I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.\u201d —H.D. Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods In God’s wildness lies the hope of the world. —John Muir (founder of the Sierra Club) God’s wildness got shattered two years ago by the noise and vibration of newly built gigantic wind turbines within a mile of their home. The Therriens, mind you, were not notified of the impending wind plant. \u00a0Nor did they oppose it when they noticed it being built, convincing themselves it would be a minor nuisance. \u00a0(After all, they had lived here within earshot of the Interstate for 17 years.) By the end of 6 months they admitted to one another that they were horribly wrong. \u00a0That something weird and very wrong was happening to their health. \u00a0And whatever it was, it was getting worse. No, they did not read Dr. Pierpont’s book, nor had they heard of her orRead More…<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[157,166,16],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27603"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27603"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27603\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27603"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27603"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27603"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}