On June 27th, one of my greatest friends and my New Enlightened Lifestyle Medicine cohost moved on from this plane of existence.
While we were all shocked and saddened by this loss, there was also a sense of happiness about it; happiness for Randall. He was now free from the restraints imposed by his complete blindness.
I knew Randall very well and I knew his struggles and frustrations. From his rise to the top of dentistry complete with a multimillion dollar lifestyle to the two tragic incidents that caused him to lose his eyes, Randall’s life was one of both magnificent accomplishments and terrible tragedies. In typical Randall fashion, he owned both sides of this spectrum and his ability to overcome was something to behold.
Randall was born and raised in Hawaii and throughout his youth and into his young adulthood pursued athletic perfectionism. He would often tell me that he felt motivated to prove himself due to his small size, being 5’9″ in height. His exceptionalism didn’t end with physical prowess as he was also a mental behemoth. Able to exceed in both the physical and mental arena, there was literally nothing this man couldn’t accomplish.
He was the epitome of the self-made man. His adopted family lived very poor with him sleeping on the floor as a child. It was for these reasons that he was motivated to become a financial success and dentistry was the profession from which he would accomplish this goal, and he did so quite spectacularly.
He would often tell me of all the practices he opened, all of the houses he owned, and all of the exotic cars he drove. He would also tell me that none of it brought him happiness.
When at the top of his game, tragedy struck.
Driven off the road in 2003 while on his way home after meeting with an attorney, and also on his first daughter’s 11th birthday, Randall crashed his car into a tree. The airbag did not deploy and his head smashed into the steering wheel, crushing the bones in his face and knocking out his left eye. This was in combination with a tree branch damaging the right eye by going through the right eye socket and coming out of the left side of his head. His face needed to be rebuilt and for a dentist who depends upon his vision to perform even the most basic of dental procedures, the entire episode was catastrophic. After a lengthy recovery, where he had to relearn even the most rudimentary of movements such as being able to walk, he would attempt to continue to pursue his job functions; however, his inability to find an appropriate visual apparatus, such as a powerful lens that would overcome the difficulty he had seeing in his remaining eye, proved to be too difficult. Ultimately, he had to abandoned dentistry altogether and close all of his practices.
Randall was not the kind of guy to just give up, however, and from here he pursued an education in everything from psychology to nutrition, excelling in these subjects as well. His interest in nutrition would ultimately lead him to a man named John Williams (Branden), a seemingly brilliant man with a seemingly brilliant business idea, for which Randall would dedicate his time and energy.
Randall, John, and John’s wife Turi Bentley forged a close familial relationship; however, after spending time with the couple, Randall’s psychological knowledge gave him insight into some of John’s negative and somewhat disturbing behavioral patterns.
John would ultimately reveal himself to be a dangerous fugitive living under a different identity, and on one fateful night in March 2007, Randall was invited over by Turi in an attempt to calm a raging John over a domestic dispute, a frequent occurrence between the couple. It was on this night that Turi would attempt to expose John for the fugitive that he was, and as she was in the process of confronting him in front of Randall, John retrieved a revolver from his bedroom and, at gunpoint, executed Turi. Shortly after, he would turn the gun on Randall, shooting him in the head which would destroy his right eye entirely and severely damage his face. Afterwards, John turned the gun on himself.
This event was widely publicized and there have been two television productions of this story, the most recent being Lifetime’s Sleeping With Danger. Randall’s story was also featured on Handsome Devils Episode 10 – The Abusive Charmer.
Randall survived after being on life support for two months, and his ability to bounce back from tragedy earned him the nickname “the bounce back blind guy” which he would often introduce himself as. From then on, he would pursue a life of helping others overcome tragedy, though internally he himself struggled with his frustrations over everything that had transpired over the course of his life. This route ultimately brought us together.
When I first began this blog, I began writing about everything I had learned regarding what is often referred to as a “Global Conspiracy,” even though there is no conspiracy about any of it. I had sent some of my articles to popular sites, most notably Waking Times. It was there that Randall would come across one of my articles and reached out to me, requesting to interview me on his show Be The Change on the Pyramid One Network. Even while I was shocked that anyone would want to interview me, I gladly accepted.
The first time I talked to Randall, I was pleasantly surprised at just how candid he was. He told me he was blind, suggested he talked with a lisp (though I never noticed), and just had this pleasant and sincere way about him. This was the begging of what would become a beautiful friendship filled with love and trust, blossoming into a collaboration on both his radio show and then his YouTube show, New Enlightened Lifestyle Medicine.
Randall and I would talk by phone and email almost daily. I encouraged him to use an iPhone as Siri would let him text and, sure enough, we began texting all the time. Eventually, like two teenagers, we would be calling and texting each other all day.
On June 10th, his wife Debbie notified me that they had taken him to the hospital due to dizziness, weakness, and disorientation. Randall, who was in top physical shape, told me from the hospital that he was having trouble getting to his feet after having collapsed. As is standard procedure, they gave both he and his wife a COVID-19 PCR test which came back positive. In true Randall fashion, he informed them that the test is not a diagnostic tool and has a very high false positive rate. Nonetheless, they sent his wife home and admitted him into the COVID ward at the hospital.
Then the nightmare began.
He initially resisted being treated with Remdesivir, but ultimately gave in. This toxic pharmaceutical affected his blood pressure and caused a diabetic reaction. Their solution to this was, of course, more pharmaceuticals: blood pressure medication and daily insulin injections. His blood oxygen levels began to fluctuate between the 60s and 90s and over the course of this time he developed a respiratory infection, which they began treating with intravenous antibiotics and corticosteroids. Ultimately breathing became difficult and they had to move him onto a continuous positive airway pressure (CPAP) machine.
From the beginning, both Debbie and Randall were opting for alternative treatments, such as vitamins in combination with Hydroxychloroquine or Ivermectin. The hospital flat-out refused this treatment, saying they are not allowed to use those treatment options, something which boggles the mind and surely contributes to morbidity rates across the country for those hospitalized with similar symptoms.
From here, things truly became bizarre as the doctors began insisting that they send him home to die, and when Debbie insisted that he stay, the doctors became somewhat hostile toward her. I suppose they wanted to free up the bed so that they can bring in another patient and collect on those financial incentives being paid out for every COVID-19 patient that passes through the door.
It is worthy to note that, also during this time, Debbie, Randall’s daughters, and myself, were constantly trying to contact him and we were consistently given the runaround by hospital staff. They would frequently tell us that he was sleeping when he was not. After 5 days of this, Debbie finally had enough and insisted that she be able to speak to her husband and she was fortunate to finally be able to talk to him, as was I.
On the CPAP machine, Randall’s blood oxygen level was stable, though when they took him off, it would begin to drop again. Even though his condition wasn’t getting any worse, they insisted on mechanical ventilation. Mechanical ventilation was nothing new to Randall, as he was on a ventilator when recovering from having been shot in the head. Randall, however, knew the morbidity rate of mechanical ventilation from our combined research and he resisted at first, though he would ultimately acquiesce. At this point in his so-called treatment, he was exhausted and had explicitly said he wanted out of this experience by whichever way came first: death or recovery.
Ultimately, they sedated him and moved him to mechanical ventilation. Though he was stable and his condition wasn’t getting any worse, he developed sepsis. The doctors insisted that this was due to a hole somewhere in his body and would never consider that it may be from a combination of the 6 toxic pharmaceuticals and deadly sedatives plus morphine that they were pumping into his blood stream. They failed to find any supposed hole after carrying out two CT scans.
The sepsis, and the treatment, would ultimately be fatal. Randall suffered a massive heart attack as they rolled him over onto his back, a common procedure that they do for ventilated patients who are often in the prone position for the purposes of making it easier to breathe. Though they were able to get his heart pumping again, they pronounced him to be brain dead.
Randall did not suffer as a result of this; however, the world lost one of the most remarkable human beings I have ever known. While I certainly miss my friend, I know that the body is a bio-mechanical vehicle for infinite awareness and I know Randall is not far as he has been sending both Debbie and myself very direct signs that he is still around, and at certain times during the day I will receive very strong impressions that he is observing me and those moments are accompanied by a palpable energetic phenomena. So to those of us who knew him, Randall is not gone – he is free and just a little different now.
I will end this article with what Randall would say to me at the end of every email: Onward.