Why I Give So Much to the Lyme Disease Movement

Many of you already know I am a survivor of advanced neurological Lyme disease, whom defied the 10% odds of recovery I was given, to now be thriving and sharing my knowledge, story and health care expertise with my books, workshops, “Lyme Light Radio” show and steady social media stream. I carry this healing passion forward because I was given a ‘second’ chance in life, and I do not take it casually. In fact, it is close to impossible for me to sit on the sidelines when I witness so much suffering from this misdiagnosed, mistreated and misunderstood illness; often over-lapping to the autoimmune spectrum.

As a young child I was an innate caretaker, toting home motherless bunnies and the lonely classmate at school. My favorite biography was Florence Nightengale. By age 13, I was working as a ‘candy-striper’ at the community hospital and deemed I would be either an endocrinologist or orthopedic surgeon when I grew up. Off I went to Duke University undergrad as a Pre-med major. But, on volunteering in the hospital wards, I discovered ‘doctoring’ in the 1970’s was NOT what I wanted to ‘grow up’ to be. These very intelligent physicians were silent and hidden behind their clip boards, while it was the nurses who bore all the healing, caring ways with their patients and studied their fine nuances. I never saw a physician soothe someone’s troubles in this era. This rattled my course of destiny.

I had a HUGE identity crisis! I could not become one of those clip board physicians and my strong willed father, vetoed me becoming a nurse!

“After all the money I have put into your private school education, Katina, I am NOT going to settle for you being a nurse. You can transfer to a community college for that kind of life. Work hard, you are too smart to not use your quick-silver mind. Stay at Duke, make something of your life!”

So, I was confused and without direction- a first for uber ambitious, clear visioned me. The result was that my mother encouraged me to get a ‘well-rounded education’ so I could have multiple options for a career. Inconceivably, I ended up with a double major in Economics and French Literature (yes, fluent in french then) and, I miraculously accrued all the pre-med credits too!! I look back now and wonder how my brain handled all that?

1980: I ended up working on Wall Street in International Finance to the BeneLux countries for Irving Trust Bank. What a mis-match this was for empathic, people-person me! Bored to death, moving money around overseas for the account managers and finessing the details of incoming execs, I was in constant mischief; doing cross world puzzles when I was bored and flirting with the cute accountants in the credit department! My manager was ‘annoyed’ with me when I told her I had finished all my work for the day by noon and ‘what could I do next?’

“Just sit at your desk and be quiet, Katina,” she glared at me. “Do not work so quickly.”

I was mystified.

Of course I ended up quitting Wall Street and went back to runway modeling (from prior experience in my late teens) until I could figure out what to do with my intelligent and caring nature? A year or more floundered by.

Soon I had developed severe seasonal allergies and asthma. All the over the counter meds or allergist methods gave me severe side effects. I was pretty miserable, feeling crummy physically and emotionally alone, as my friends were all soaring ahead on their law school and PR field trajectories. What a misfit I seemed to be.

My dad came home from his overseas office in London one week, and handed me a packet of homeopathic pellets from Nelson’s Pharmacy, for seasonal allergies.

“Here honey, try these. They have no side effects and work like silk. The Nelson’s pharmacist fixed up my GI troubles 1-2-3, and he said this is perfect for you,”came George’s confident words.

“But, Dad, you know I get side effects to everything! These will mess me up, too.”

“No honey, homeopathic remedies are not drugs. They are diluted herbal substances that match your symptoms. I promise you, they will not make you feel jittery or dopey. Try them. Come on, trust me.”

I put them on my shelf and quietly ignored the pretty white packet, with green lettering. I was scared to try this unknown stuff.

Three weeks later, trapped indoors with weeping allergy eyes and wheezing asthma, we had a family wedding to attend outdoors on Long Island, on a May day of full bloomed blossom glory. Desperate, I figured I would try the homeopathic pellets. Damn- within 10 minutes the snuffy nose and tearing eyes cleared totally!! 2 hours later the asthmatic wheezing had stopped! I was astonished. I repeated a dose, as the instructions suggested, when the symptoms returned – about 4 hours later.

By the time we returned from the wedding, I was quizzing my then husband, a talented Chiropractor, ‘what is this homeopathic medicine?’

“Oh wow!! Why didn’t I think of this earlier for you?” He effused. “Homeopathy is the perfect healing modality for you. It is sensitive and gentle and totally natural. Let’s find you a practitioner!”

I don’t really recall how we found the National Center for Homeopathy, in Arlington, VA (this was over 35 years ago and before the internet existed). But, I recall speaking on the phone to the Center and they directing me to a Homeopath in NYC. It was a 2 month wait to get in to see him, so I inquired about what books I could read on the subject in the meanwhile. We ordered Kent’s Repertory and Boericke’s Materia Medica.

From paragraph one of Kent’s Repertory I was a ‘duck to water’, soaking in the centuries old medical knowledge like a sponge. I LOVED HOMEOPATHY! All the 4,000 remedies and their tiny detailed specifics intrigued me, as well as how a practitioner collated ‘key’ symptoms to pinpoint the patient’s condition and emotions to an exact synergistic match to a substance from nature. Of deep fascination was ‘treating the person and not the disease’ – that symptoms were merely expressions of where the body and psyche were off balance. The homeopath’s job was not to suppress a reaction the body was exhibiting but to instead help it swiftly ‘throw off’ the energetic states of asthma, diarrhea, headache, joint swelling, etc. “Likes treat likes” is Homeopathy’s motto- that has been copied in concept by vaccinations and allergy shots, yet we take homeopathics in finer dilutions and sublingually.

All the remedy provings had been done on trials of humans, not animals, over 180 years ago and are still true to this very day. I read more books and couldn’t stop. By the time I made it into Dr. Ofgang’s office 2 months later, I had figured out what two remedies best matched my symptom picture and born constitutional type. Dr Ofgang was amazed with my apptitude!

“Katina, you are a natural! I agree with your remedy choices and also consider a third one for you, too, as a back-up”.

I smiled like a ten year old with pride 🙂

“How can I become a Homeopath?” I asked the empathic, perceptive doctor whom just spent 90 minutes with me, and not hidden behind a clip board.

“Do you happen to have any pre-med classes under your belt?” asked Dr Ofgang. “They are required for post-grad education.”

“All of them! from Duke!” I crowed.

“Well, your timing is impeccable, Katina. We are starting the first full year 2 year post-grad training program in the USA in decades, in 2 months, with the world famous master Homeopathic physician from Buenos Aires, Dr Francesco Eizayaga. Let’s get you an application form.”

The rest is etched in stone. Dr. Eizayaga was in his late 70’s, filled with savvy and debonaire charm and he chaired a top notch hospital in Argentina, where his clinical expertise could restore collapsed lung, uterine prolapse or dissolve kidney stones. There I sat at the feet of the master, with my steel trap memory retaining everything with wonder. I was lit with a fire within. I found my ‘match’- homeopathy fit me perfectly! My attuned, healing nature could finally be put to work professionally.

The rest of the 1980’s were a bit of a living miracle for me, as the revered great European Homeopathic Masters came to teach in NYC and Berkley, CA. I studied with them all, and began practicing under the umbrella of my chiropractor husband’s license. I witnessed, sciatica, asthma, IBS evaporate with the homeopathics I prescribed. I hosted a study group at our home with another homeopathic newbie, Vega Rozenberg.

1991: Divorce loomed and I needed to relocate to a ‘safe state’ as homeopathy was not legal to practice in every USA state, though all of Europe, Indian, South America, Canada include it in their national health care systems. Sadly, Homeopathy, formerly the predominant medicine in the USA during the 1800s, had been dissolved in the 1930s (along with Naturopathic and herbal medicine) by a man named Abraham Flexner, whom the new FDA had hired to place patent laws in effect- which were truly needed with all the snake oils and elixirs being peddled at circus side shows and in barber shops. But, Flexner, supported the new fast acting pharmaceutical trade and deemed all the other ‘old fashioned’ medicinals as out dated, or worse yet, ‘quackery’. Homeopathy was illegal to practice in New York I sadly discovered in 1991. New Hampshire was a ‘safe haven’.

I blessedly was invited to join a Natural Medicine clinic in a quaint country town, and within a matter of months I was ensconced in a full tilt practice as the only homeopath in a 80 mile radius, clients driving in from Maine, Vermont, Massachusetts and elsewhere. New Hampshire touched my soul, with its velvet green pine forests, high mountain streams and the call of the melodious hermit thrush at dusk. My new friends were authentic and outdoorsy, attuned to organic living and very like minded to me. Soon area physicians were forging bonds with me, referring to me their ‘stubborn’ cases of fibromyalgia and much more.

1993: I passed the Council for Homeopathy Certification national exam (the first in nearly 75 years) and volunteered to sit on their board, where I gladly helped to write the national exam and interview candidates, and mentor interns for 7 lovely years.

1996: I remarried and settled into country living with our free range chickens, huge organic garden and home baked bread. My clientele became extended family to me, as I helped raise so many youngsters without pharmaceuticals and ease the elderly through gout, arthritis and dementia. In my 30 + years I have never had a childhood ear infection case I could not solve, nor a menopausal crisis not resolve with the magic of my homeopathic remedies. One severe winter, a bad strain of pneumonia hit our region. My 18 cases all swiftly resolved within 3 weeks, while the others whom relied upon allopathic medical doctors ended up hospitalized and well over 8 weeks to heal. Homeopathy shined at its finest for me in those times 🙂

2000: A vicious summer time flu hit me hard! Vertigo, blinding headache, clammy sweats, profound weakness and wicked sore throat slammed me in bed. 3 days later I tried to wobble into work, propped up on zinc and the homeopathic gelsemium- but the second client had me feeling too weak to stand, and I teetered into my colleague M.D’s office : “Tom, I am so sick! Something is way wrong with me, this feels like malaria, like when I was 15 years old in Africa.”

Dr. Tom gave me an exam, drew some blood and insisted I stay in bed through the weekend as my blood pressure was so low. I felt like hell- too weak to shower without help!

My multi-award winning memoir “Out of The Woods, Healing Lyme Disease, Body, Mind & Spirit” details the 10 year decimating journey I experienced at the hand of what was actually undiagnosed Lyme disease. My M.D. colleague did not test me for Lyme that sunny June day, (no one even thought it existed in New Hampshire in 2000) and the later tests in the years to pass were all false negatives. I was cross diagnosed with CFS, fibromyalgia, migraine complex, IBS, anxiety disorder and had early MS symptoms. My world was falling away from me, I was terrified and traumatized.

Sadly, I lost everything I loved and created in my 50 years of life. My beautiful homeopathic practice, income, savings, handsome husband and woodland home, popular newspaper health column, confidence and identity were stripped at the hand of this insidious and deeply destructive bacterial infection, which found its way into my organs, endocrine system, spinal fluid and brain. Sadly, my spirit broke along with my body. I was bereft.

2005: Bedridden for 2 years by now, a gifted PhD clinical nutritionist colleague finally properly diagnosed the neurological Lyme disease via state of the art testing at Igenex Labs. I was never so elated and simultaneously furious when the I saw the glaringly positive results there in front of me on paper! No wonder why a formerly picture-perfect healthy, athletic, holistic, vibrant woman in her 40’s deteriorated into such a fragile wreck! I was NOT imagining this nightmare, and HOW angry I was that the medical world was relying on a shoddy 40 year old out dated ELISA lyme disease test, with a 70% false negative track record? Why is this test not pulled off the market and replaced with something more accurate?

Welcome to the apex of the global pandemic infectious disease health care crisis! Lyme disease is found in 89 countries of the world, is surging in Germany with over 800,000 new cases per year, the CDC finally upped the skimpy 30,000 cases per year to an estimated 300,000 cases annually in the USA (we know the figures are higher) and Lyme is soaring 4x faster than AIDS! Everyone is vulnerable to being infected, as ticks are the primary carrier (red ants, too), and anyone can wander in a meadow, golf course fescu, take a woodland hike or go fishing along side a creek, where ticks reside and climb aboard the closest heat emitting mammal they can sense.

The CDC and IDSA do not educate physicians on what a ‘chronic’ or post acute case of Lyme disease look like, whereby multiple systems of the body have been infected, as this spirochete corkscrew style bacteria augers its way from the bloodstream into tissues, joints, fascia, organs and the neurological system, akin to its cousin syphilis. Instead, patients are told they have over 300 type conditions, that Lyme disease actually creates.

2010: My beloved father passed away to a massive stroke. Deeply saddened, I vowed to his mighty spirit that I would thrive once again in my life, in spite of the shaky days I still sometimes had even with my now 5 years of steady natural medicine treatments we were using to cure me. After all, I had a 12 year old son to raise, and with my majestic father gone, I had to teach my son how to ‘soar high’ like the incredible gene pool of our ancestors before us.

I decided to submit my manuscript for “Out of The Woods” to publishers. 54 rejections later, #55 called me on the phone;
“Katina Makris, this is Dawson Church at Elite Books, you are a very talented writer and what a testimony to personal transformation at the hand of illness your story is! We would like to publish your book. You are an example of what we call a ‘thriver’ in epigentic medicine. You have turned on a gene set that everyone bears, but don’t always engage. Did other members of your family defy life odds?” this polished, genial man’s voice enquires.

“Yes, my dad had 3 near death experiences, white light and all. My paternal grandfather had to leave home at age 11 and live as a street urchin in Romania with his 13 year old brother, packing potatoes in sacks, to make money and send back home to their mother in Greece, as their father had died. My papou lived to 99. My dad coached me to use my mind, to ‘see’ myself as healthy and strong and exactly as I wanted myself to be, even when I was flat on the sofa for years floundering. He taught me to set a visual intention.”

“Yes, I know. I read it in your story. He was brilliant. You are brilliant. Your work is brilliant. We published Brian Lipton’s “The Biology Of Belief“. You are an example of his theory. I believe in you. Let’s get your work out there. You have so much to share and so much good work to bring to others.”

My heart rang to the hilltops of my pineclad township. Standing in my living room the winter sunlight refracting off the snow onto the coffee table glass top, I felt the plates of my life shifting ever so slightly. “Oh my God, Dawson! Thank you! Thank you, I promise to be an excellent author.” I was elated, tears on my eyelashes.

“Of course you will Katina. You have lost your sense of ego. Thrivers do not live from that place, any longer. Once you defy death, and come back again, the ego does not drive you. You live for mankind, you serve a higher purpose. You live for a mission, or a love of humanity that takes you to a selfless place. Your beautiful book will touch the lives of thousands, maybe millions. Your gift of healing is profound. Let’s get to work!”

And, so my first book was released in the fall of 2011 and my spirit flew to the sun and back again at those early book signings. People came to meet me and hear my words of insight on Lyme disease- testing, treatments, inspiration. I realized I needed to reach out to the Lyme disease community, as too many thousands were lying lifeless and forlorn on beds and sofas like I had for a decade, as I saw them teetering in on walkers and canes to my signings. Through LymeDisease.org and ILADS.org and then my cutting edge radio show “Lyme Light Radio”, I volunteered to speak at support groups, conferences, rallies and more, bringing hope and healing. I walked into the open maw of what I would come to recognize as a dire state of illness for the USA and more.

50 million Americans have been diagnosed with autoimmune illnesses. These conditions did not exist 100 years ago. MS, Lupus, CFS were very rare. The confluence of environmental, dietary and pharmaceutical toxins have burdened the human body significantly since post WW2. We add in the accelerated fast pace, the electromagnetic fields and emotionally charged lifestyles we lead, and when an aggressive bacteria like borrelia burg. infects one of us, well then the immune system can not defend its own self and flips into a cytocine storm within, triggering all sorts of internal inflammation. My second book, “Autoimmune Illness & Lyme Disease Recovery Guide, Mending Body, Mind & Spirit” details all the pieces you need to understand in order to get well from Lyme or autoimmune illness. I must say, (even of my own work), this is an amazing book-  I spell it all out for you! My 35 years of experience in natural medicine weaves together with such ease. People tell me they call it a “healing bible”. That makes me feel more than proud- I am touched. This means my life has not been lived in vain.

Like Dawson Church said, “You live for mankind, you serve a higher purpose.”


2017: Today, I swam my now daily half mile, in the crystal pool at the glamorous high-rise condo I am renting in sunny Miami for the winter. I basked in the glorious 85 degree heat, soaking up as much vitamin D as my mediterranen skin will take. As lovely as beaucolic New Hampshire has been for me these 25 years, the winters have become too harsh, setting off SADD syndrome in me with spades! I have the wits about me to work remotely on skype and phone, counseling Lyme disease and autoimmune cases from all over the world these days, relocating to the sunshine state to help me stay healthy.

It is 7 years now since my dad passed away, and my health has been vibrant. I travel extensively to teach workshops, log in long hours with my client load, burn the midnight oil writing ( 3 more manuscripts in the works!) and I am a social butterfly, too. I love to dance- music heals me. In 5 years time I have given over 170 presentations! That is a lot of work!! Thrivers are moved to touch humanity, so I am told. I am here to bring healing energy to others.

I have met thousands and thousands of people in these last 5 years out on the road. I have treated thousands in my private practice over these 35 years. I have interviewed some of the world’s most talented specialists and researchers. I taught with some of the greatest health care practitioners of our time. I have learned so very much.  And, deep within my core, I sense the weary, the wounded, the searching souls whom are tired of suffering, with scant support of recovery.

You are not alone. I am here because I care. There are many of us here because we care. The absolutely sterling fine people I have met, whom host me on book tours, at support groups across this nation, in foreign countries and whom join me in facing this Lyme disease crisis are brave and resourceful and strong. You are too! Belief is a life altering tool we carry within. It is one of the 7 inner gifts we bear for igniting the mind-body healing pathway. 7 is a magical number. You own your personal inner magic.

Join me and the world revered Dr. Jodie Dashore for two break-through healing weekend retreats.

May 10-14, Art of Living Retreat Center, Boone, NC  www.ArtOfLivingRetreatCenter.org

October 13-15, Rowe Center, Berkshires, MA   http://www.RoweCenter.org

And, with gifted editor and Gateless Writing founder, Suzanne Kingsbury for a mind-spirit week retreat;

August 24- September 1, Omega Institute, Rhinebeck, NY  www.eOmega.comkatina-101016-woodward-1

Healing happens on the inside. Let’s shift the plates in your life path. I believe in you.


Katina Makris, CCH, CIH

Miami, Fla ,

April 2017



Reporting From ILADS 2013 Conference- The Sun and Moon Meet the Stars

The International Lyme and Associated Disease Society conference, held in sunny San Diego was a sight to behold. 420 attendees from all over the globe, on lush Paradise Point Resort. I must say it was a true privilege to be conversing and dinning with world class researchers, doctors, practitioners, advocates, innovative thinkers, risk taking individuals and many Lyme patients. My mind was swarming with new information, brilliant moments of synchronicity and the back drop of glimmering Mission Bay bathing us all in good fortune and promise for creating a healthier Lyme-free or at least Lyme-controlled tomorrow.

A special thanks to Dorothy Leland of LymeDisease.org whom invited me to come give the inspirational speech at the Lyme disease Walk and Rally on Saturday, and for ILADS executive director, Barbara Buchman for recognizing the value of the enormous amount of Lyme advocacy work I do speaking nationwide and the launch of the brand new, already popular, “Lyme Light Radio with Katina” show I host, on The Dr Pat Show Network, every Wednesday- reaching a global audience in the multimillions.

Nancy Dougherty, Bonni Ronney, Joy Rothberger, Mualla McManus, Mara Williams, Dr. Kenneth Liegner, Dr.Micheal Arata, Dr Andy Kopelman, Dr. Christine Green, Dr. David Kaufmann and so many, many others I shared meals and moments conversing with was just as fabulous as the material taught at the conference.

As we dined al fresco, Perseus Major, Venus and the golden full moon bathing us in a fluid blend of companionship, passionate commitment to a public health crisis, and the poetry of inner attunement to mankind’s plight, I felt at times as if I was living in a chrysalis of another reality. Like we were gestating and weaving together; harmonies, individual talents, trainings, visions and the personal ‘ Lyme trenches’ experience of tragedy, coming to the table in a certain gestalt, preparing for the birth of something very important.

This is my Intuitive self speaking here~ a sense of something beyond me personally, beyond each of of us individually, but palpably threaded in a cohesive tapestry. It is a work in progress, like any great painting or sculpture; melding, blending, growing in proportion and form. I do not know the final outcome, but I sense it will be real, and valuable and we will turn the tides of this now worldwide infectious disease epidemic. I know millions of people (me included) have lost years of our lives, incomes, careers, relationships, homes to mismanaged Lyme disease: faulty lab testing, inadequate physician training on signs and symptoms as well as treatments, along with slack prevention alerts, allowing a microscopic stealthy and seriously damaging bacteria to creep its way into our homes and communities. People are ravaged, lives have been lost, too many spirits have been broken.

At ILADS 2014 I listened to the brilliant and interesting presentations on co-infections, glutathione pathways, retroviruses, biofilms, endocrine disorders, Hyperbaric oxygen therapy and much more. The very obvious pattern at this years ILADS was that it was VERY treatment based and less science research focused compared to 2013. Practitioners left with many ideas and tools to implement with their cases, helping to rebuild depletions, attack infections, and to a veteran Homeopath like me, the most ASTOUNDING realization was that Integrative Medicine was being promoted!!!!

30 years ago as a newbie Classical Homeopath I was looked at as an odd-ball at a cocktail party, my job too ‘weird’ sounding for many to stomach. To find this cutting edge, open minded Medical based health care community gladly reaching to enzyme therapy, homeopathic formulas, detoxification methods and herbs to kill bugs and rebuild damage was beyond my wildest imaginings from decades ago (antibiotics still in full force for acute infections and dire central nervous system issues). BUT, if it takes a public health care crisis, called Lyme disease, to marry the two hands of health care, well than let it be!

I don’t ever wish Lyme disease or a tick borne co-infection on anyone, it can be traumatic and life decimating. BUT, America is beyond the times— we sorely lack the Integrative Health Care models of Germany, France, UK, Canada, S. America. Our pharmaceutical based methods of wiping out an infection with antibiotics, ignoring the restorative capacities our very resilient body is capable of when given proper support with nutraceuticals and other modalities, and the idea of just squelching a symptom via a palliative drug is soon to be ancient history, a relic of 20th century doctoring.

To quote Thomas Edison: “The doctor of the future will give no medication, but will interest his patients in the care of the human frame, diet and in the cause and prevention of disease. ~ ”

Lyme Disease can be a deadly illness. It affects every person in a unique way beyond the initial feverish, flu-like pains and malaise of the acute phase. It morphs and lingers, disseminates and moves its way into the central nervous system- ALS, Parkinson’s, Bells Palsy, Lupus, CFS, migraines all too ugly when not ‘caught’ quickly enough. Hourly, I learned a story of death to Lyme disease from an attendee. This illness can NO longer be brushed off. We must work HARD! We need billions of dollars, the way AIDS received in the 1990’s, to crack the code. Right now that is NOT happening.

Some excellent studies are being done to figure out the persistent nature of the illness in certain people and the reasons why it triggers ‘auto-immune’ style states in so many. Also, how can more rapid, accurate diagnostic tests be developed quickly? But, sadly, the NIH has doled out very little money to the Lyme crisis, unlike the ample amounts diabetes, MS, HIV receive. And, shockingly the Lyme numbers are more frightening!! We need help now, and fast. Money must be granted, raised, donated immediately.

At the peak of the HIV/AIDS epidemic in the early 1990’s the annual cases contracted were 104,000, while the CDC acknowledged in August 2013, that over 300,000 Lyme disease cases are contracted annually just in the USA (Australia, Norway, Germany, Canada are stricken perhaps even more densely)!!!! That is 3x higher than the AIDS peak and climbing! And, yet Lyme receives a mere fraction of NIH funding or attention. The tides must shift if we wish to protect our very vulnerable nation. Everyone is at risk; not just IV users, homosexuals or prostitutes. Children in tall grass, a hike in a national park, gardening in your own yard puts us in proximity to ticks- the primary carrier.

A particularly poignant moment came for me, when a small group of 4 of us stood on the soft San Diego beach sand, city lights littering the bay and a giant full moon dangling overhead, nurturing and inspiring the Earth. Renowned physician Dr. Kenneth Liegner serenaded us with his marvelous trumpet playing, ending with a very moving rendition of TAPS, played in memorial for all those whom have died due to Lyme disease. Our hearts hung heavy and I was deeply touched to be in such sterling company of dedicated people.

It was my great privilege to give the inspirational address at the San Diego Lyme Walk and Rally. What a great group was there!  Dr Richard Horowitz, Brooke Landau, Mara Williams, Dr Stricker, Lorraine Johnson, more. How many impassioned voices, hard working folks and frail victims.

I have survived the Lyme Calamity- I work daily to voice the need for recognition, Integrative Medicine, spiritual healing for the very weary and worn. May “Lyme Light Radio” be a channel of dialogue, education, tools to battle this problem. I am blessed to be a messenger and healing vessel for many. I need your sponsorship too, to help this show continue to broadcast. Visit LymeLightRadio.com and see how you can help. I am aiming to start an IndieGoGo campaign to get what we need. (any volunteers to help me launch this? please email me).

Please do not sit on the sidelines regarding Lyme disease. If you are too ill to move, tune into TheDrPatShow.com or WBLQ.net every Wednesday 1pm PT/4pm ET, put LymeLightRadio in the search box and listen to my fabulous guests. They will give you tools. If you are mobile, get to or start a Lyme disease support group. If you are a health care practitioner, start learning about Integrative Medicine or align with one in your community or get ILADS trained on Lyme disease treatments. If you are curious, go to TBDA.org, ILADS.org or LymeDisease.org and get involved. WE all need able hands, minds, sympathies, fund-raisers to arrest this plague.

I left ILADS 2013, buoyed with hope. Brilliant, devoted people converged for 4 days, learning, sharing, caring about this illness, the victims, what they can bring to the table, what they can bring home and utilize. Or how they can better educate or evoke change of consciousness?

Meanwhile, I packed up Sunday night and had a delicious water side dinner with old friends. While walking along the bay, a wizened old Haitian witch-doctor sat crossed-legged on the grass alongside the quay in the park, reading palms and telling futures. Ever curious me, I sat down with the aged one, leathered dark skin, glowing amber eyes, peering deeply into my own. I asked for a ‘reading’.

“I am in the presence of an angel” he spoke and bowed to me, taking my hands, cupping them in his warmth. “You are a gifted and powerful healer, a soul older than my own. My skins prickles with your mighty powers bathing me now,” his lyrical voice streamed.

I felt my spine tingle and was caught a bit off-guard and even doubting. The soft California night whispered in the palm trees. He sprinkled me with “Florida Water” and said,

“You will not pay me for this time. It is not right. You are a mystic. It is my privilege to be with you now.”

I did not know what to think. Was this old man ‘putting his moves on’ me or onto something deeper than I even sensed?

“ A man has left your side recently (my mate, Hunter, this June). A family member, a man, died 3 years ago (my dad). But, do not worry, I very big heart will be with you soon. Someone grand and generous who understands you are a very rare person is coming in the near future. A man of deep love and wealth. You will have 5 grandchildren. You are on a mission, like a saint or Queen. Do not hesitate or feel sad for yourself ever. Your eyes tell me it all. You have seen the great mysteries of the Universe. I can teach you even more, the old ways of African priests. You will heal thousands, maybe millions. Allow me to teach you.”

I am sitting, listening, semi-uncertain and beckon my best friend of 43 years over to hear this. She sits near me. She listens too. She smiles at the witch-doctor/shaman when he repeats,

“She is an angel”. She nods a Yes.

He proceeds. More prophecies are shared, some about my writing work and speaking to large masses of people. I do not know what to truly absorb. Eventually, with the cool night steeped in purple hues, I stand and bow to the old man. He hands me his bracelet, a worn woven wrap and a CD of his own healing music.

“I pass this to you. Protection in the sea of life. I will pray for you every day. Come here again. I will teach you to SEE even deeper. Through thousands of years.”

“I live 3500 miles away, it is impossible,” comes my reply.

“Nothing is impossible. You are a master healer. I will teach you, even if I must come to where you are. I have been waiting for you to appear from my dream for a very long time. I must do a ceremonial cleansing Botanica on you for more teaching to come. Are you here tomorrow to take the rites?”

“No, I fly out in the morning.”

Is this guy a nut or truly a sage? Now, completely bewitched with eve falling, I shake hands with the crinkled one.

“Thank you for seeing my true essence,” come my words of gratitude. “You are a kind man, and very generous.”

“I am only reminding you to BE who you are,” his Haitian accent, jumbled and colored with rhythms and melody convey. “Very big work lies ahead for you. Do not be afraid. Your spirit knows what to do. Just listen to it. I will not push you. But, you will call me when you are ready to learn more. As a mystic you know just what I mean- words are not necessary.” He smiles, yellowed teeth flashing in a quick crescent. “God bless you, Angel of Mercy. You move with God’s protection.”

We walk away, or rather I float away. I am anointed in ancient magic, while simultaneously steeped in 4 days of modern medical training. What do I think? How am I the conduit, the elixir, the carrier of Mother Earth’s Universal wisdom entwined with Western medicine’s scientific workings. My senses swim. I am in semi-trance, all of this somehow stewed together within an eclipsing health crisis and a full golden moon riding in the Eastern sky?

Nancy looks at me, grinning her mischievous smile.

“Leave it to you, to find a witch-doctor in the wake of this weekend of left brained didactics. Somehow, you manage to meld the two halves of healing, old and new, heaven and Earth.”

We both chuckle, our eyes locked together in a smile; over four decades under our belt as soul-sisters, with my mysterious nature always magnetically drawing unusual folks and circumstances out of the blue.

“I don’t know what to really think of him?” I question her.

Pragmatic, poised, regal Nancy soothes, “He is correct. You are a powerful healer, he probably really does want to help you and YES, you are positioned exactly in the midst of a health care crisis with personal experience and professional knowledge and skills unique to all others. I believe his vision that you are destined for something important. It is just for us to wonder if he is a charlatan or not regarding the training? Sit on it for a few days, you will know.”

I nod. I ponder. I sense. I want to try his ancient African healing magic. And, I will leave on a jet plane in the morning. Somehow, I try to let it all sift through me. I feel a bit off kilter. But, really I intuit, I am just rebalancing. ‘Prince Alex’ the soothe-sayer helped recalibrate me in that reading. After 4 days of science mind and analytical reasoning, he brought me into my right brain hemisphere of sensing, intuitive knowings.

Whether he is correct in his prophecies or not, it is OK. I must walk my path, lamplight of inspiration lit for those struggling on The Lyme Road. As a messenger I offer hope and faith and information. ILADS, Lyme support groups, clients in need, radio audience, publishers and editors, friends and community, I ‘move with God’s protection’,  though the footpath is never so clear.

Step by step, day by day, I meet the sun, the sky, the ebony night and the unknown challenges, plus the remarkable beauty of it all. We will amend the Lyme disease travesty. I am forever grateful for all who I meet in this incredible journey of discovery and living. Thank you ILADS 2013 for an absolutely stunning conference and ground breaking work being shared. It was such an enormous privilege to be gathered with such talented people. The sun, the moon and the stars all aligned for the highest good.

Blessings to all.

Katina Makris, CCH, CIH


Lyme Disease Memoir Author Autographed at Holiday Discount

Seal-2012Winner-300With the season of gift giving upon us I am happy to announce a HOLIDAY Sale for “Out of The Woods, Healing Lyme Disease, Body, Mind & Sprit”.

$12.95 with free shipping in USA, autographed by me! retail price is $18.00.

I was able to get a few cases from the publisher and can mail a book directly to you. Contact me at my email with your address Katina.Makris@comcast.net or you can pay directly at PayPal, my email there is katina.makris@comcast.net

This is a wonderful gift for a loved one in need of hope, healing and inspiration. “Out of The Woods” was awarded by USA Book News as a finalist for Best Book in Alternative Health. It is my recovery memoir from advanced chronic Lyme disease, as well as a guide on diagnostics, labs, treatment options, for the epidemic of our era. Filled with emotional support and a riveting plot, this book

is a universal voice for those walking the often lonely and confusing ‘Lyme Road’.

Auto Immune Illness Support Website



Katherine T. Owens Hosts a wonderful and supportive website oriented to helping others with auto-immune disorders. I love the essence of her messages, helping others find resource and solace in the spiritual domain of life. Please visit the link above to see more.

She kindly has featured an article I wrote, highlighting how Lyme disease, the tick borne bacterial illness, is a hidden link behind many auto-immune disorders. The majority of doctors do NOT even know the appropriate tests to order to screen for these lyme organisms, ending up misdiagnosing hundreds of thousands. Please read and find out IF you can be properly tested and heal. Wouldn’t it be ‘miraculous’ to regain your health. This is exactly what happened to me~5 years misdiagnosed with CFS/migraines, 2 years bedridden and now 7 years later, healthy and whole!!