Sometimes God Pulls Through like a Cadillac

Mold Refugee Dispatch: June 2nd, 2026

Today had a surprise. A big one. So this is a good follow up to yesterdays public dispatch, where I expressed in poem form somewhat of a crisis in faith — which has since been edited, since I said some things about God that I have now redacted.

By redacted, I mean the letters still exist but I crossed them out like this. I included why I did that with an added Author’s Note. Though I retract certain things (which was done last night), I still think it’s important to show the places we go when we wrestle with faith and our lack of understanding around fate, free will, and God.

You can view the updated version here. Now, we’ll get into what happened today, because… whaaaaat.

God Furiosa

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Sometimes God pulls through like a Cadillac on a road of silk. Elegant and subtle like the wind.

That’s what crossed my mind as I drove away.

God feels different in different situations… this time? Cadillac. Silk. Wind.

This is the Mold Refugee Dispatch for June 2nd, 2026. I am documenting the journey so when I recover, I can compile them into something coherent and publish it, that it may help others on this journey. I am one of hundreds of thousands — potentially millions.

I went to Longmont this morning to meet two women for coffee. I’d become acquainted with them through a private online community for those healing from mold illness and Lyme disease, those who have what they call CIRS.

This is where the internet really wins — I trash talk it so much because I value in person connection over everything, but had it not been for the internet, and this group, SOOOO Much that has taken place just in the last 24 hours would have never happened.

Bullet points before I get into detail and the big story — this is all the stuff that has gone down in 24 hours all due to two different online communities (one public, one private) for those struggling with environmentally acquired illness (mold):

• A girl just drove down here from PA. She’s at the same hotel I’m currently at. We’d been talking for weeks in the group. She made it here because I told her the hotel was safe mold-wise. I made it here because a man in the mold avoiders group on FB posted that this hotel was safe. It’s a chain of people helping people.

• A woman reached out with a possible lead to some serious healthcare shit. That was not a… professional way to put it. Basically, I’m tired of charlatans in the “alternative medicine” space, they are just as bad as the conventional med people. I want treatments backed by DATA — things that are proven to work specifically for this. She gave me a lead to a hospital here who has an actual team of doctors who specialize in mold illness, environmentally acquired illness. You need a referral to get in, but I’m going to see what they have to offer, because I refuse to chase my tail for years on bullshit. That’s a huge win. All because a stranger was comfortable sharing her journey with me. A lot of people are happy to help, which is really wonderful.

• I met up with “J” and “A” from the CHC group. This is the private mold illness group. Both of these women are incredibly knowledgable, helpful, and are much farther along in their recovery journey than I am. They have incredible resources and honestly it’s just nice to talk to people who not only get it, but have genuinely begun to recover — almost back to 100 percent.

• I had something fall into my lap that to this very moment has me in disbelief….. okay, now is when the story begins.