Before we venture into Ecuador, I would like to share the story of how Laura and I met. We had a very open and understanding relationship with each other, one of the best I have ever experienced. Our journey together started in Toronto. I was in the process of getting ready to go back to Peru to a center that I helped contribute and organize in the jungle. Unfortunately, I knew I was going into a fight with a Shaman, for which I had unfinished business. He was taking advantage of a friend's fortune, and his ego was starting to vibrate off the charts. There was a good chance that I would not return out of the jungles; I knew deep inside I would die. I began packing my bags and saying goodbye to Toronto friends and Family, but not letting anyone know the reason for my trip back to Peru. Then, low and behold, Laura would show up in my life; we met at a workshop I was co-hosting with a good friend of mine. I was swamped planning my trip to Peru and finishing up my work with some outpatients from a woman's shelter and a psychiatric hospital. But one day, a woman came to see me from the Biahi church in Toronto. She was calm, I have known her for several years now, and I trusted her. This woman explained that Laura wanted to meet, and she had to tell me something vital; I said yes and would arrange a meeting. Laura is exceptionally talented and attractive, and the last thing I was thinking about was her interest in me. I just assumed she had questions about the workshop and wanted to introduce me to the Biahi faith. We met, and both of us were very excited to see each other; we walked through the church with the other woman who accompanied us. We finished up our tour and walked outside. Laura told me an angel came to visit her by the name of Michael. The angel advised her that I should not go to Peru that I would not come back; I ignored Michael for several months. I responded to Laura that it was my mission; I knew something terrible would happen there, and I needed to go. She then told me I had a new purpose, and it was to explore her. I thought about this overnight. Finally, I agreed to stay in Toronto and dive back into another relationship. Besides, there was something in the air, a cosmic return that I wanted to discover, and I knew she had a key that would unlock some of the best work I have done this far. As far as Peru, I let everyone know that I would not be returning and going on the planned vision quest into the Chavin culture visiting the ancient ruins. In the end, a year would pass, the Centre in Peru would fall apart, the Shaman would go to jail for murder, and a young man from America would die. Read all about Peru on this website.
Our relationship was a success; we were experiencing profound connections and helping the community. At one point, Laura and I would rent a large cottage for the weekend to celebrate our work and the success of our relationship. It was not a marriage with legal papers and priests; it was a celebration of life, Union and friendships. We dressed up and had a great time; one friend would bring some healing technology for everybody to use as we set the vibe high. During our weekend celebration, we both agreed to take a vacation. I am well-travelled, and I did have safety concerns for Laura; I asked her to change the beautiful blond to black, she met me halfway and tinted her hair a darker colour. Also, I asked her to dress down, no designer clothing and begged her not to bring the expensive camera. She loves photography very much, and no way was she going to leave it behind. I have never travelled with cameras or phones and did my best to blend in with the locals; many of the places I visited were impoverished. This trip would be the first for me to look like a tourist.
We arrived in Manabí; the stretches of beach were breathtaking with quaint little fishing villages, national parks, Palo Santo Forests and ancient Agua Blanca. Laura picked the perfect place to stay on the beach named Hosteria Mandala, located in Puerto Lopez. Maja (Swiss) and Aurelio (Italian) built the space themselves. It was indeed a work of art with geometry built into the architecture, breathtaking gardens, beachfront property and whales singing at night. We stayed for a long time and became friends with them, we would sit up at night and talk geometry, and at times I would offer healing treatments to some guests and friends that lived in the region. Then, we planned a trip From Just off the coast (La Isla de la Plata), home to many species in the Galapagos Islands. We would also venture out to Machalilla National Park, exploring numerous flora, fauna and jungle animals. I was excited for the next trip, a visit to the Agua Blanca tribe that showcases the remains of one of the oldest archaeological sites and settlements in South America. Temples, artifacts such as skulls and houses of the Manteño culture can be found on display dating 1500 BC. We would swim in a natural sulphur lagoon located on-site with mineral waters and mud. The lagoon was rejuvenating and healing. We returned to the hotel, and the owner asked me if I had heard of Palo Santo before. I explained I did not. He told me he would bring me up to a man in the forest; he lives in the hills and is a guardian and spiritual adviser of this tree. As usual, I was excited, always searching for plant medicines to experience and meeting people native to the lands.
I would begin to prepay my body for the Palo Santo forest; I began to wake early morning to climb the coconut trees, pick the coconuts and drink their water by the seaside. A few days into it, my back was very sore, and my urine became milky white. Laura researched what green coconuts would do during a fast. First, I would consume just coconut water and food. In one cup 250 ml, these gems would provide Fiber: 3 grams, Protein: 2 grams, Vitamin C: 10% of the RDI, Magnesium: 15% of the RDI, Manganese: 17% of the RDI, Potassium: 17% of the RDI, Sodium: 11% of the RDI, Calcium: 6% of the RDI. Young green Coconut water also contains antioxidants that protect our cells from damage caused by the environment and dietary radicals; the water rids kidney stones by reducing crystal and stone formation. This would explain the back pain, the change of urine colour, and, eventually, the screaming in the bathrooms as I passed kidney stones. Now I was ready to meet the Palo Santo shaman and would venture there without Laura first. Up in the hills, off the coast of the Pacific, this man built a small village. Here he devoted his time to working with the earth and the magic of the Palo Santo spirit. His name is Dante; he spoke about the first encounter with the oil and how he was instantly inspired to share this gift with everyone he could. Dante was devoted to this powerful healing oil in the most ethical way possible.
Dante took me into his gardens, and the aroma from the Palo Santo trees was in the air mixed with the smell of seawater. First, he introduced me to the oil extraction process and distillery that involved images and written knowledge of the lunar cycles. Next, Dante explained the oils' properties and showed me the Quartz crystals he put on the ground around the Palo Santo trees to enhance the vibration. Also, more minor Quartz was placed around seedlings. Finally, I asked Dante If I could consume the oils, he advised me not to because there was no research on the consumption of Palo Santo. I would take a bottle of fresh Oil and start my Palo Santo research. Then, I would return to the hotel and begin consuming the Oil. The first day into consumption, I experience an immediate purge with regular trips to the bathroom. The body released a build of extra bile and small stones that evacuated from the liver. I also experienced a release of small intestinal worms. On the second day, I experienced a connection to the plant spirit of Palo Santo and its history of medicine. An abundant selection of these trees is located in Ecuador. The finest and purest oils are from the coastal region of Puerto Lopez. In Ecuador, the Palo Santo is only harvested when tree branches fall due to natural causes (the government protects them). When this occurs, the whole tree is recycled (roots, trunk, bark, everything!) and others planted in its place. Palo Santo means 'holy wood or sacred wood' and can be a holy or purification oil, applied in many ways. First, a diffuser will enhance meditation. Next, the oil can be placed and rubbed into the hands, then inhaled for a good sense of grounding and vitality. I can't disclose all its secrets and use, but the application process is next level when combined with quartz crystal.
Laura and I would take a trip back up to visit Dante in the hills. I would share as much information as I could with him in the short time we were there. Dante then asked for a healing treatment with the oils and wanted to see what I learned. All the nearby village kids heard what was happening; they were excited to see the elder taking treatment himself. They gathered around the windows and watched. First, I applied the oils on his feet, precisely the spine location (in reflexology). 2nd, I would drip Palo Santo oil in the palm of my hand and place the terminated quartz tip into the oil. I would then apply the ends of the quartz to specific pressure points very lightly (minimal contact) on his body. Finally, I would burn a small Palo Santo stick, inhale small amounts of the smoke in my lungs and exhale the smoke back out across this crown reciting mantra. One hour would pass as the sun was going to set. We sat and had tea, and he shared his experience of the treatment. We would say goodbye to Dante; he asked where we were going, I replied, Vilcabamba. He was very concerned and explained the village where we are living has lots of food, fish and fruits; we should stay here where no one goes hungry. We thanked him for his wisdom and continued back to the hotel. On the way down, Laura would end up tripping and falling on her back, specifically her Coccyx. She was in great pain, and we had to start some treatments to loosen her back up. However, she was very excited to move on to the next adventure and did not want this fall to get in the way.
Vilcabamba is known as the Valley of Longevity. It's an Andean village in southern Ecuador. The valley has inspired travellers for decades to experience the richness of youth it provides. Over time, it would become one of the hottest destinations for various healers, soul-searchers, Yogis, and superfood cultivators (The Spanish Goa).The town promises productive soils, long life and everything from affordable living, agriculture, shamanism and hallucinogens. Unfortunately, Laura and I were unaware of its dangers and dark past of murders, robberies, kidnappings and rape. Upon arrival, I found out that some scientists researched the people living in the valley. Unfortunately, the legend of long life and rejuvenation was just a myth for unstable and dangerous tourism. There was no documentation of a single person over 100 who lived in the Valley of Longevity. The average age of life was 87 years old. Laura and I checked into the hotel Izhcayluma with a perfect view of the Cerro Mandango Mountain that sits 6,000ft above Vilcabamba. The mountain is known as the sleeping god in the shape of an Inca face. We heard stories of the great Inca kings from all over South America that would travel to this valley for a retreat. The local people speak of a legend in 1534 after the conquistadors killed the Inca king Atahualpa of Peru; His troops that survived in battle hid all of the king's gold in a Huaca (cave) Mandingo's side. We would venture out into town and visit the local sites; everything seemed okay. However, Laura kept talking about the mountain and would start to express her need to climb it. We spoke to domestic/foreign tourists who hung out at a popular juice bar in the village's centre. Many people expressed that the mountain was closed and not a safe walk because the trail was unstable. Other days we hung out at the hotel we were staying at, with all the tourists excited to see the sites. We spoke with the hotel owners, and they shared similar information as in the village. People hike up to the mountain, some robberies have happened over the years, and the terrain can be steep, but people still climb it. Days would come and go; Laura would stare at the mountain from our terrace while she lay in her hammock. I began to get a little nervous only because I had been in so many difficult situations over the years and did not want another. I started to have nightmares. Something was off, and every time I looked into it, I could not break through that veil.
One morning I awoke and met a man at the hotel planning to visit a shaman with a group of people. The Shaman is a woman who served the San Pedro cactus in the region for many years. I thought to myself that I must go. Maybe this plant has wisdom and information that I would need to settle the nervous energy inside me. I have drunk the Cactus well over 40 times already and am very experienced with the medicine. I asked Laura if it was okay to join the group. She did not want to join and told me to go on my own; she would stay at the hotel and enjoy the amenities. I left during the full moon; it was a small group of 10 people we met together, and the sha-woman with her helpers would educate us about the Cactus and what it could offer in the form of healing. She performed her ceremony and served us the medicine. It was intense, and the group was up all night vomiting and sick with various emotional releases. I received no information from San Pedro about the walk up the mountain Laura and I was planning. At times I wept on how grateful I was to have such a great woman in my life and fulfilled with everything Laura and I Accomplished. The following day I would arrive back at the hotel a mess full of mud from rolling around the ground all night. She laughed sweetly, gave me some fresh fruit, and I went back to bed for the day to rest.
The next day we would awake and climb the mountain. I was still a little woozy from the San Pedro ceremony the night before, and I did not want to go, but she was ready. I was agitated and in a rush to get to the top, and she was slowing me down with hugs, kisses and holding hands, wanting to enjoy the scenery. Finally, we stopped at an exceptional area; she put her hand on my heart and touched my cheek as butterflies and hummingbirds were flying about. She asked me to breathe and enjoy this moment with her. I was still agitated and said Laura; you wanted to climb this mountain, so let's climb it. We started the walk up a steep trail; there was a broken sign that said danger. The path had fallen apart, and it would be difficult to get across. I asked her, are you sure you want to keep going. She said yes, so we ventured on a narrow path high on the side of the mountain. I stopped and asked Laura again, are you sure we can turn around and go back. Again Laura said I need to walk this; it's a vision quest for me. We kept pushing on, and to be honest, all of me wanted to stop and turn around. Finally, we were close to the top, and I asked one more time, please let's go back; at this point, my body was trembling with fear and anger. Finally, Laura stops, looks at me, and says I will fight them if three guys are up here to rob us. Now I was pissed because why would she mention precisely 3 men. I will now articulate something about Laura; Laura is very gifted with visions and strong intuition. At this point, I knew she was holding out on me, or maybe I was getting paranoid.
But low and behold, we made it to the top of the mountain. And three armed men wearing kerchiefs (face masks) arrived at the top while Laura and I enjoyed the valley's view. I was so angry and knew this was not going to go well, so I ran to fight the men, one man hit me across the chest with his machete, and the other man pressed the point of his blade into my chest. Finally, I said fuck it, I am going to fight; there are only 3 of them. I have some boxing and taekwondo training, so it should not be a problem. I even showed Laura some martial arts back home in Canada, just in case. Laura yells and runs towards me and tells me to stop; please don't. As soon as I saw the Gun coming out of the third guy's pocket, I submitted. The Men walked us over to the front of the hill. They only spoke Spanish, so Laura and I had to translate together to formulate what was going on. He took the camera and told me to take pictures; for 10 minutes, I just took photos of the scenery; every time I would turn around, this man would punch me in the back of the head; they were very intoxicated. Now I knew what would happen; they would kill me, and then Laura, it was no robbery. The one-man put a gun to the back of my head. I saw a tattoo of the yin and yang symbol on his arm close to his wrist. Laura started to cry, and she was told to keep looking straight; Laura asked me, Stephen, is that a gun to your head? I told her it was not. She was very close to the edge, and I asked Laura to push her over? You will be safe. I can move fast and push you. If not, they may kill you. She said, no, don't push me; I will jump if needed. I looked away from Laura and into the eyes of the man holding the Gun. They were black and filled with fear, and behind that fear, I witnessed a dull light burning in his eyes; there was some hope. The attackers had a drink with Agua de Florida; it's a Shamanic Cleansing Spirit Water; I knew from the smell as I have used it several times before. They began to drink it and spit the alcohol onto our bodies. They dumped out Laura's bag and began to laugh because she had a bible with her from a religion named Jehovah's Witnesses; a woman gave it to her as a gift. Then, the game-changer, the hotel keys, fell out of my pocket. He pulled the trigger back and put the Gun away; the greed would get the better of him, and he demanded money from the hotel. I called him a coward; he got angry and yelled to look forward. Deep inside, I wanted him to shoot me; unfortunately, that was not in the cards for me. Laura was doing her best to translate during these conversations; she knew more Spanish than I did. We were under the assumption they were asking for three thousand dollars. I asked them to send Laura down to the hotel. They said no and no police or they would kill her. One man took my shoes and gave me his and told me I had two hours. His boots were way too small ripped, and full of holes, so I had to run down in bare feet. Off I went with Laura waving from the top, saying she would be okay. I told her that if she needed to jump, I would find her and fix the body. Laura just waved with a big smile. I ran as fast as I could with his shoes in hand. I would put them on when my feet hurt, but they made the pain worse. I thought to myself, no way I was going to make this trip in two hours. I threw the attacker's shoes away and began to run faster. Finally, I stopped to throw up; I was moving so quickly that my feet were bloody, and one of my toes was broken. I pushed through the pain, making it down below. I yelled for help; someone put me in their truck and took me up to the hotel. I explained to the hotel owners I needed 3 thousand dollars, and Laura was being held hostage; they would want to call the police. I said, please do not call the police; the attackers would kill her. I told the owner to get the money, I would pay him back. All of a sudden, a woman came in front of me and told me to change it. I said, excuse me; she said, you are compelling, change your reality and save Laura. At that moment, I remembered how to do this. I calmed down, took a deep breath placed Laura in my mind. I spoke to Laura and told her the police were coming, the attackers would see this from the mountain, and she would need to jump. I thanked the woman who helped shift the reality and took the ride with the police.
We arrived below the mountain; my face started to hurt, and I had visions of Laura being punched in the head; I felt much pain in my body. I yelled to the police the men were beating her; we needed to move quickly. Then all of a sudden, everything went quiet in the visions, no sound, just a weak pulse. I knew she jumped, but the Angels were with her. We found Laura on the path below, battered and broken. I involved every Spirit guide I knew; I Prayed and began placing my hands on her stomach and head, sending healing energy. Laura asked me who I was; I told her, it's me, Stephen, please rest and don't die; I am by your side. Then, I heard someone's phone ringing, and a police offer handed me the phone and said it was the President of Ecuador. The President said he was sorry; I replied, why would you call while I am holding Laura's broken body, this is not the time for an apology. Now, I am angry with you; Mr. President and Ecuador get ready for big trouble; he told me to stay calm. I replied peace is not an option at this time, and you should be worried. I gave the phone back to the police officer. The police were great; they would carry her down to safety and take her to a local hospital, and then we were transferred to Quito. It was a horrible ambulance ride. She was screaming in pain the whole time, Laura asked me to hold her hips in place because they were moving, and it hurt. Finally, we arrived at the hospital. It was a filthy mess and no staff; she would scream all night and say it felt like her hips were broken. No one could do anything but give her medication. I slept on the floor in filth with my bloody feet as the anger started to grow in me. The pain in Laura's body would not go away, and all I could do was pray for help asking to get us out of the hospital. Finally, a group of men walked in. One man (Juan) spoke English. Juan had security with him and said he was getting us out of here. The hospital held us hostage for ransom; the warden did not want us to leave, even though the President ordered our removal. Eventually, we were moved to a private hospital where Laura received proper care. They scanned her body and found she had fractures in her neck and a broken pelvis. The doctors drilled steel into her hips, and the pain stopped because the bones were in place.
Laura's parents flew in to help; they were very present for their daughter's healing, and I appreciated the help. I explained to Laura that it was time to sit on a toilet in the next few days. I knew it would hurt, but it was essential to regulate her body with healthy bowel and urine movements. Lying in bed would slow down the recovery. Most rehab goes wrong when people can move around but don't; Laura was able to move but was concerned about the status of our relationship. I explained to Laura that rehabilitation comes first, and please put your focus there. I told Laura I needed to leave for two days, and when I got back, I expected her to be up on a toilet. When I arrived from my trip, she was sitting up on the toilet doing bowel movements with a big smile on her face; while I was away, I made preparations to move her into a luxury hotel. Juan, the man who came to the first hospital and moved us out to a private firm, owned the local paper and a chain of English-speaking schools; he was Spanish and Canadian. Juan would take care of all the arrangements with Laura's move to the hotel; also, he was appointed to keep an eye on me and arrange security. One day a police officer would come to the hotel and inform us they caught one of the attackers, and I needed to identify him for the prosecutor. I spoke with Laura because this was going to be a big decision for both of us. I wanted to focus on her healing and not be tied up in courts or the rest of our trip in legal matters. I asked Laura if it was okay to let him go; she agreed and said yes but was not happy with my decision. I kept the details of the reason to myself; I didn't want Laura to know what was happening outside the hotel walls; it was a safety concern. The security team, church leaders and the police told me the attacker would be killed in jail to set an example, and the other two attackers are already dead. One of the security guards told me this man they caught is a fake, put in place for the one they already killed. Also, I was advised by the politicians that these attacks affect the tourist economy. In most cases, the robberies are planned to fight back against the system and stop foreigners from entering the country and purchasing the land. During my travels, I met with many of the local people. They spoke with me and complained that they could not cross property owned by American and Canadian investors to get to their own homes. Essentially the people became homeless. Foreigners were purchasing acreages of beach property and parceling them off to other investors building small suburbia's. So again, the local people would lose beach access. The whole system in Ecuador was a mess, and it needs to be corrected.
I was invited by the Minister of Tourism to give a speech for City officials that represent tourism across the country. The opportunity presented itself, so I agreed and was escorted to the headquarters by the security team. Minister Freddy Ehlers was there to meet me. He was excited about two reasons: to apologize for what happened to Laura, and he was fond of esoteric information. In addition, he was part of a community involved in metaphysics. Freddy walked me into the room where everyone was seated and told me they all speak English, so please say what was needed. I introduced myself and shared my observations about their tourism industry. Over the years, I have learned that it's best to focus on solutions when speaking to people of power. I can't share all the meeting details, but I will share the final closing of our discussion. Your country calls itself Pachamama the world's centre (1978 UNESCO designated Quito as its first Cultural Heritage Site). So give your people access to their lands. Stop letting foreigners buy your properties in mass quantity. Instead, place restrictions on how much foreigners can purchase and tax them on resale; then, you will be the centre. Freddy escorted me out of the room. I told him nicely there is a specific date you will need to have these laws in place. He laughed and asked if I was a prophet. I responded by saying I am a realist.
Laura was relaxing with much-needed family time, but she was still in much pain, and I had to be careful carrying her to the washroom and back to her bed at night. I needed to be extra cautious with her baths; it was like I was taking a porcelain doll into the tub. She was so fragile and in pain when I moved here. The rage grew in me, especially when Laura was hurting; I thought of revenge and maybe sending this man to his death in jail. Juan would come to the hotel to meet; the first topic was preparations for visiting the prison to meet the attacker, and 2nd he explained that TV stations wanted to interview me. Everybody was calling him. I guess I was the story, and Juan was the man in charge. I liked him, and Juan did a lot for me; I said yes but only Lived TV. Juan said he would arrange it; I asked him to tell nobody. We arrived at the jail, a vast open space with many inmates screaming and yelling. I was escorted into the middle of the room and sat in a chair. The assaulter walked out and sat in another chair right in front of me. The rage went through me; I wanted to take the police officer's gun standing next to me and shoot him. The assaulter showed me his arms, and they were full of tattoos. I was unsure because I did not see the yin and yang tattoo; his voice and eyes were familiar, but his life was in my hands. Finally, I said it was not him; you have the wrong guy, the prosecutor was angry, and they needed to jail someone to calm the political situation. The assault happened on international woman's day, and Canada had a huge contract building their airports. Next, we travelled to the TV station, and Juan would ask the questions; we were live. Juan asked about Laura's assault on the mountain. I spoke the truth; I replied that the foreign investors had arrived in Ecuador to purchase your land, and the people of Ecuador are losing property and money. The host of the show and the cameraman were in shock; they were expecting drama. I continued to explain that laws must be passed that will not allow foreigners to buy as much as they want and then resell and parcel the property to other foreign investors. At this moment, the cameras were off, and the show was quickly over. I was rushed out of the studio and back to the hotel. Security would show up and explained I was not allowed to leave the hotel anymore. Everybody was looking for me, TV stations, papers and even local freedom fighters for the country. Political unrest began to escalate in Quito around the same time I was put on TV. Security moved us to a safer location to a hotel up in the hills. Finally, Now I was able to go deeper with Laura’s Rehab.
The new Hotel was perfect. Laura would feel at ease, and I was at her side 24/7; our room had large windows, gardens and all the food we needed. We were both ready to move forward. First, I asked Laura's mother and father to return home, her parents obliged. Next, I would begin to flood Laura's body with large amounts of Methylsulfonylmethane (MSM). It's a sulphur-containing compound found in plants and humans. MSM relieves joint pain, reduces inflammation and helps with the overall rehabilitation process. Next, I added Spirulina powder for its copper properties; plant-based sources are the best. Copper helps maintain healthy bones, blood vessels, nerves and plays an active role in iron absorption. Spirulina provides Protein: 4 grams, Vitamin B1 (thiamine): 11% of the RDA, Vitamin B2 (riboflavin): 15% of the RDA Vitamin B3 (niacin): 4% of the RDA, Copper: 21% of the RDA, Iron: 11% of the RDA. I would add a woman's multivitamin into the concoction also. We would mix these drinks, and Laura would consume the medicine 3 to 4 times a day. Also, we would lay the crystals on her body with the Palo Santo oil. One day Laura screamed and asked me to take the Quartz off her body, she articulated that the oils and crystals were too much, and she was done with the drinks as well. Laura was young, so her immune system was strong enough to handle the healing process on its own now. Now, she was ready for the wheelchair. I would push her around the gardens to breathe the fresh air, admire the flowers and butterflies. A month into the treatments, the tranquil setting and all-you-can-eat Buffett Laura was healing quickly; she would begin using a walker. We played games in the swimming pool when some aspects of her mobility returned. We would go deeper with light tissue work applying the Palo Santo oils again to her body, and the doctors would remove the steel mechanism from her pelvis. The government informed us that our time in Ecuador was at an end. However, Laura was well enough for the airplane, and Ecuador could not pay for any more of our expenses. So we said thank you and returned home to Canada. We moved back to Pickering into the family home. Laura's Doctor scheduled an appointment to the hospital for MRI, X-rays and Ultrasounds; he wanted to make sure everything was healed. When we arrived at the doctor several days later for the results, he was mystified; his exact words (Mystified). According to the hospital scans, there was no sign that Laura fell 30 stories, fractured her neck, broke her pelvis and had a steel mechanism to hold her bones in place; it never happened. The doctor explained it's been a short time since the accident, and the body typically does not heal quickly. He wanted to send her to a special x-ray to inject a die into her bones to double-check; this ink would light up unhealed parts of the skeletal system. Laura declined, and we went on our way. Global TV did do a documentary on the subject. Unfortunately, it was full of dramas, and a lot of the show was misleading. The only reason why the documentary happened was that Laura's Aunt is well known in the media world. Of course, mainstream media wanted to portray their version and cut at least 60 percent of the story. The Husband and wife team from Ecuador who rescued us in the hospital flew to Toronto for the interview. Unfortunately, 16x9 did not show enough respect to share their side of the story. I told the producers we were not on a honeymoon; Ecuador was the beginning of our travels to different parts of the world. They talked us into it, saying it would add drama and catch public interest. I felt uncomfortable with the high drama scene, and inside I was not 100 percent ready and was rushed to do it. During the recording of the documentary, I found out 16x9 was in financial trouble; this story would give the producers fresh hope. One hand washes the other.