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They taught us that healing comes in a bottle, a pill, or a blade. That to get better, we must first surrender—to insurance codes, white coats, and the approved pharmakeia of the Beast. But the Scriptures say otherwise. They tell us that healing was spoken, that it was breathed, that it was sung. Jesus did not prescribe; He declared. He touched. He called life out of death with frequency and authority. And there was a man in our own time who came dangerously close to doing the same.
His name was Royal Raymond Rife. He was not a prophet, but he saw the invisible. Not a healer, but he restored life. Trained in optics and electricity, he built a microscope so powerful it could see viruses alive in real time—something science still denies. But Rife did not stop there. He went further. He discovered that every disease-causing organism has a specific mortal oscillatory rate—a frequency at which it self-destructs. He then tuned his machine to that frequency and destroyed what pharmakeia could only manage. Bacteria shattered. Cancer cells collapsed. Pain fled. And the registry of the human body—its frequency, its code—began to correct.
And that’s when they came.
The AMA. The FDA. The syndicate of sickness. They offered him wealth if he’d sell it to them. He refused. So they took everything else. They raided his lab, confiscated his instruments, destroyed his manuscripts. His allies died under strange circumstances. His name was erased from textbooks. And his invention—the Rife Machine—was labeled quackery, despite curing terminal patients in front of doctors.
Why? Because the machine worked. And when something works outside their control, it must be demonized, dismantled, and disappeared. Because sickness is not a misfortune in this world—it is a business. And healing that bypasses their system is a threat to the throne of pharmakeia.
But God keeps receipts. And frequencies do not die.
This is where the story picks up again—not in a lab, but in a bloodline. Matthew Rife, Royal’s great-nephew, found the journals, the truth, and the tech. And he rebuilt it—not just as a machine, but as a testimony. He is the remnant from that lineage. The echo of a silenced voice. And he has sent the machine to me—not for profit, not for publicity, but for healing.
I am not here to worship technology. I worship Christ. But I do not reject the tools that align with what He already made. The Rife Machine does not override God—it honors what God encoded. It does not replace healing by faith—it aids the realignment of the registry that faith already activates.
And yet, even now, the government watches. The FBI still calls Matthew Rife, asking questions, probing, intimidating. Why? Because the threat remains. Because a healed population is an uncontrollable population. Because when the temple of the body is restored, the priests of pharmakeia lose their altar.
This episode is not just about a machine. It’s about a war. A war over breath. Over resonance. Over who has the right to define healing. The Scriptures say, “He sent His word and healed them.” That’s frequency. The walls of Jericho fell to sound. David cast demons out with a harp. Ezekiel prophesied breath into dry bones. Jesus said, “Lazarus, come forth”—and the tomb obeyed. The power of life and death is not in the syringe. It is in the sound.
So today, I speak not just as a host, or a father, or a researcher. I speak as a witness. A witness to what was buried and now returns. A witness to the remnant frequency of healing that this world tried to erase. And I say:
Let the registry be restored.
Let the temple of the body be reclaimed.
Let the breath remember its design.
And let the Beast tremble at the return of what it tried to silence.
This is the Frequency War. And the remnant is waking up.
Part 1 – The Man Who Saw Frequencies
Royal Raymond Rife was not a mystic or a healer in the traditional sense—he was an inventor, a machinist, and a disciplined observer of life’s smallest enemies. Born in 1888, in Elkhorn, Nebraska, Rife possessed a mind far ahead of his time. Where others were bound by the visible, Rife was obsessed with the invisible. He believed that light and sound were not just byproducts of existence but the tools by which existence itself could be manipulated. He did not merely theorize—he built. He constructed microscopes that could magnify viruses live, in motion, without staining or killing them. Modern science still pretends this cannot be done. But Rife did it in the 1920s, using prisms, quartz optics, and variable wavelengths that bent the rules of physics.
With his microscope, Rife began studying disease. What he saw changed everything. Each pathogen had a unique signature, a resonance, a “mortal oscillatory rate” that, when matched, could rupture its membrane and destroy it without harming surrounding tissue. He did not burn or poison—he vibrated. Using electromagnetic frequencies broadcast through plasma tubes, Rife began to treat bacterial and viral infections. When he applied these targeted frequencies to cancer cells, they began to die.
In 1934, under clinical observation by a team of medical doctors from the University of Southern California, Rife treated 16 terminal cancer patients. Within 90 days, 14 of them were fully cured. The remaining two recovered after a few additional weeks of frequency tuning. These were not vague anecdotes. They were recorded, logged, and verified. And yet, this breakthrough never reached the public.
Why? Because Rife’s approach could not be patented. It could not be bottled or sold in pharmacies. It threatened to collapse the entire business model of 20th-century medicine. The American Medical Association, under the leadership of Morris Fishbein, offered Rife money and partnership. He refused. What followed was a brutal campaign of suppression. Labs were raided. Equipment was stolen. Researchers died mysteriously. The 1934 cancer clinic records vanished. And Rife, once celebrated, was driven into obscurity, accused of quackery, and eventually silenced.
Yet what he discovered remains true. Every disease has a signature. Every cell sings. And the body, when struck with the right frequency, can be tuned back into harmony. Rife’s machines were not cures in themselves—they were instruments of realignment. They worked with the body’s registry, not against it. They respected design.
This part of the story is not just historical. It is prophetic. Because when God raises up a man to expose the darkness, the system always tries to bury him. But truth vibrates at a frequency that cannot be permanently silenced. And in this war—this frequency war—the first note was struck by Royal Rife.
Part 2 – The Machine That Healed Without Touch
To understand the full magnitude of Royal Rife’s invention, we must abandon the pharmaceutical worldview that healing is only real when it is invasive, painful, or chemical. Rife’s machine—his frequency generator—operated in a paradigm older than modern medicine, one more aligned with the physics of heaven than the economy of hospitals. It healed by vibration, not incision. By resonance, not drugs. It didn’t fight the body—it helped the body remember the pitch it was born to carry.
At its core, the Rife machine was based on the theory that every organism—healthy or malignant—has a natural frequency at which it vibrates. When you match that frequency and amplify it, you don’t just agitate the organism—you shatter it, like an opera singer breaking a glass. This phenomenon, called the mortal oscillatory rate, became the foundation of Rife’s protocol. He mapped frequencies for cancer, tuberculosis, typhus, syphilis, and dozens of other conditions. But unlike today’s treatments that indiscriminately attack both healthy and diseased cells, Rife’s technology was scalpel-precise—targeting only the invaders, leaving the body’s design untouched.
The machine itself used a plasma tube—filled with inert gases like argon or helium—that emitted radiant frequencies into the surrounding space. Patients didn’t need to be hooked up or cut open. They simply sat near the device while the frequencies passed harmlessly through the body, seeking and destroying pathogens with surgical exactness. Rife wasn’t just treating symptoms. He was re-tuning the human instrument. He was honoring the body’s blueprint, not rewriting it.
This kind of healing—non-invasive, non-chemical, non-commercial—terrified the gatekeepers of modern medicine. Pharmaceutical companies saw no profit in a machine that could be reused indefinitely without ongoing purchases. Hospitals saw no billing codes for “resonant healing.” The AMA saw a threat to its monopoly on treatment standards. The machine didn’t just work—it bypassed the entire structure of monetized suffering.
In one of the most remarkable and well-documented events in American medical history, Rife and his associates treated sixteen terminal cancer patients in 1934 at the Scripps-affiliated clinic in California. After just three months of regular exposure to the correct frequencies, fourteen of the patients were declared cured, with the remaining two fully healed shortly thereafter. This wasn’t speculation or conspiracy—it was attested to by medical doctors who witnessed the results and signed off on them. And yet, no national headlines followed. No Nobel Prize. No mass production of the technology. Instead, a wall of silence. And then—retaliation.
The machine worked by cooperating with the body’s registry—the encoded frequencies and divine harmonics that govern how cells replicate, how blood flows, how breath speaks into flesh. Rife was not practicing “alternative medicine.” He was rediscovering original medicine—a language written into the fabric of creation long before the first pill was swallowed. In a world obsessed with molecular dissection and biochemical warfare against the body, Rife was calling us back to design, to the voiceprint of health itself.
That is what made his invention so dangerous. Not the box of wires and tubes—but the idea that we are not broken machines, that disease is not always a random biochemical failure, but sometimes a disharmony—a fallen note in a divine song. And if disease is dissonance, then healing can be resonance. That truth, if accepted, would overthrow the very priesthood of modern medicine.
So they struck. The AMA, led by Morris Fishbein, demanded control. When Rife refused to sell out, his laboratory was mysteriously raided. Files disappeared. Microscopes were stolen. Partners died. His reputation was systematically dismantled by articles labeling him a fraud, even as suppressed testimonies and patient records confirmed his success. The medical machine did not confront him with science—it confronted him with bureaucracy and silence, the twin weapons of institutional control.
And yet, even in exile, Rife’s work survived. Quietly, through the testimonies of those who were healed. Through handwritten notes passed down. Through modified machines and garage-built replicas. And now, through the bloodline of his family, it rises again.
What Royal Rife built was not just a machine—it was a challenge to the darkness, a tuning fork of rebellion in a world addicted to pharmakeia. And like any good tuning fork, its sound still lingers, vibrating through time, calling the remnant to remember that the Word was spoken—and what was spoken can be sung again.
Part 3 – The Suppression Machine: How the AMA and FDA Declared War on Healing
When the results of Rife’s machine began leaking out—quiet miracles whispered from clinic to clinic, testimony to testimony—the powers that ruled medicine did not offer praise. They launched a war. Not a war of science, but a war of silencing. Not a debate of data, but a suppression of salvation. Rife had broken the unwritten law of the Beast System: healing must be profitable, repeatable, and patented—or it must be destroyed.
The American Medical Association (AMA), under the leadership of Morris Fishbein, moved swiftly. Fishbein was no scientist. He was a media mogul who transformed the AMA from a guild into an empire. And Rife’s technology threatened the empire’s altar: pharmaceutical revenue. If frequency could cure what surgery and pills could not, the entire house of cards—the hospitals, the drug companies, the cancer institutes—would tremble. So Fishbein made his offer: sell the rights, surrender the machine, and become rich—or be ruined.
Again Rife refused.
He would not commercialize suffering. He would not place healing into the hands of an elite priesthood. He wanted to give the machine to the people, not to the patent office. That’s when the doors began to close. Clinics were raided. Papers vanished. Rife’s lab was broken into. Equipment smashed. His microscope—capable of seeing viruses alive without staining, a feat still not duplicated by conventional optics—was destroyed. Colleagues were threatened, bribed, and in some cases, found dead.
In 1944, the Journal of the Franklin Institute published one of the few surviving scientific validations of Rife’s instruments, only to be buried without circulation. The FDA entered the fray next, labeling any use of his machine as illegal under “unapproved medical devices.” Raids followed. Machines were confiscated. Technicians jailed. Patients left untreated. Healing had become a crime.
It was the Inquisition of Modern Medicine, with the scalpel replacing the stake, and the bureaucracy replacing the burning. And like all inquisitions, it masked fear with authority. The fear that the people might awaken to the idea that healing was never meant to be hidden behind insurance codes and hospital walls—but carried in the very breath and blueprint of the body.
Royal Rife died alone in 1971, impoverished and shamed, declared a crank by the system he once tried to serve. But in death, his story refused to fade. Files resurfaced. Machines reassembled. Survivors spoke. A remnant carried the spark. And now, decades later, his own bloodline answers the call.
Today, Matthew Rife—Royal’s great-nephew—does not work in a laboratory surrounded by prestige. He operates in the trenches, in homes and hidden clinics, with a frequency generator nearly identical to the one that once healed the incurable. And the suppression has not ended. According to Matthew, the FBI has called him repeatedly, not with warrants, but with warnings. Veiled threats. Curious questions. Legal ambiguity. Why? Because the machine still works. Because the registry is still real. Because the darkness still fears light that it cannot profit from.
We are witnessing the second wave of suppression—not by fire, but by confusion. The medical machine now uses language as its scalpel: “disinformation,” “dangerous,” “unapproved.” They don’t have to burn machines if they can convince the public they are fake. But truth resonates. It vibrates. It cannot be silenced. And the testimonies rise again.
The Rife Machine is not a relic—it is a revolution. A revolution not just in medicine, but in spiritual perception. It reminds us that the system we trusted to heal has become a gatekeeper of sickness. And it forces us to ask: if healing has always been this simple, this beautiful, and this accessible—who benefits from keeping us broken?
Part 4 – Bloodline Awakens: The Story of Matthew Rife
Royal Rife did not have children, but his legacy didn’t end in the grave. It traveled through bloodlines, memory, and the call of destiny. His great-nephew, Matthew Rife, was not born into the scientific establishment, nor was he handed the blueprints by an academic institution. He was called—drawn like a tuning fork to a sound he had not yet heard but already recognized in his bones. Matthew didn’t just inherit a family name; he inherited a spiritual mandate: resurrect what they tried to bury.
The path wasn’t romantic. It was filled with resistance, obscurity, and spiritual warfare. Matthew didn’t step into a polished laboratory; he entered a battlefield strewn with misinformation, legal threats, and decades of slander. The Rife name had been tarnished by the medical gatekeepers and scrubbed from textbooks. Most people who heard it thought of pseudoscience, not prophecy. But Matthew kept digging. He tracked down surviving notes, original schematics, sworn testimonies from 1934, and the rare few who had worked alongside his great uncle in those hidden years.
Through trial and error—and what he himself calls divine prompting—Matthew began building and refining a modern version of the original Rife frequency generator. Not a cheap knockoff built for sales, but a true heir to the lost registry: a machine attuned to life-giving frequencies, not corporate protocols. And when he activated it—not in a clinical trial but in living rooms, on children, on the chronically ill—something began to happen.
People reported healing. Chronic conditions softened. Inflammation receded. Sleep returned. Tumors shrank. And in Matthew’s own words, the machine was never meant to heal alone. It required belief, alignment, and spiritual cooperation. The frequencies, he said, were not just mechanical—they were resonant echoes of the original Word, the spoken architecture of life itself. When tuned correctly, the machine amplified what God already encoded in the body.
That’s when the calls began. Not from clients, but from federal agents. Matthew has described in private interviews and online forums that the FBI contacted him multiple times, not with formal investigations, but with veiled inquiries: “What are you doing with this technology?” “How many people are you treating?” “Where did you get your schematics?” These weren’t wellness checks. They were warnings disguised as curiosity. They echoed the same playbook used against Royal Rife nearly a century ago—only this time, they wore digital suits instead of trench coats.
Matthew’s refusal to register his machine with the FDA has placed him in a legal gray zone, and that’s by design. To register it would be to submit it to the very structure that destroyed his great uncle. To surrender it would be to give away the last unchained healing modality still in the hands of the people. Like his predecessor, Matthew has chosen resistance over recognition, truth over tenure.
He doesn’t sell mass units. He sends them to the faithful, those who understand the risk and responsibility. He trains them in how to use frequencies for their children, for those abandoned by the system. And now, through his connection to this show—through the very machine he sent for your son, —Matthew Rife’s voice is about to reach the registry of the remnant. Not to make a profit, but to make a stand.
This isn’t about family heritage. It’s about blood memory—that some truths are so encoded in the line that when evil attempts to erase them, they return in greater power through the children. And what Matthew carries isn’t just a machine. It is a seed of Eden, vibrating again in a world of Babylonian medicine. He carries the breath. He carries the sound. And now, through frequency, the remnant may be healed not by cutting or drugs—but by the registry itself.
Part 5 – Pharmakeia vs Frequency: Why They Fear the Tuning Fork
In the ancient world, the word pharmakeia didn’t mean “medicine”—it meant sorcery. The root of our word “pharmaceutical” is born from that same Greek term found in Revelation 18:23, where the merchants of the earth deceive the nations through their sorceries. What Royal Rife unlocked with his frequency machine wasn’t a new technology. It was a restoration—a re-tuning of the body to God’s original frequencies. And for a system rooted in pharmakeia, that kind of healing is an existential threat.
Pharmaceutical medicine is built on a model of repeatable revenue, not permanent resolution. It treats symptoms to sustain markets. Side effects become new diseases, spawning new drugs. It is not a healing system—it is a business model dressed in lab coats. The Rife Machine does not require subscriptions, prescriptions, or proprietary enzymes. It does not sedate, numb, or suppress. It resonates. And resonance does not obey the FDA.
What the modern sorcerers fear most is a public that realizes they were born into God’s frequency, not into sickness. Rife’s machine reveals this dangerous truth: that the body already knows how to heal—if you remove the noise and reintroduce the signal. The tuning fork becomes a weapon against the chaos.
In contrast, the pharmaceutical industry uses chemical distortion to bind us. It clogs receptors, disrupts cell communication, and tricks the mind into surrendering to artificial rhythms. These drugs are designed not to cure, but to train the body to obey new masters—not the registry of life, but the regime of dependency.
This is why the frequency war is not metaphorical—it is literal. The body is an electrical instrument. Every organ has its tone. Every disease has its disruption. Royal Rife proved that specific mortal oscillatory rates could destroy viruses and bacteria without harming the host. He catalogued them. He cured patients. And he did so without cutting or drugging.
Pharmakeia could not allow this.
The medical cartel used its trinity—FDA, AMA, and media—to drown Rife’s truth in noise. But they couldn’t kill the frequency. It lingered. And now, with digital replication, that frequency can once again be played into bodies once considered hopeless. Matthew Rife’s version of the machine is not just a technological revival—it is a spiritual defiance of the beast system’s sorcery.
This is why they call him. This is why the FBI watches. This is why “disinformation” campaigns get launched at anyone who shares their healing story online. Because if frequency becomes faith, and faith becomes action, the temple of pharmakeia begins to crumble. And if the remnant awakens, if they unplug from the prescriptions and begin to tune themselves to the frequencies of creation—the sorcerers lose their power.
The Rife Machine is not just an invention. It is a forked blade—cutting between the pharmakeia of Babylon and the resonance of Eden. It forces every listener to choose: Will you be medicated by sorcerers, or harmonized by your Creator?
Part 6 – Healing Through the Registry: How Breath and Frequency Intertwine
The breath is not just air—it is the signature of life, the invisible ink God used to write your name into the registry of heaven. When Adam received breath, he became a living soul. That breath had frequency. That frequency had pattern. And that pattern was not random—it was divinely tuned, a cosmic resonance that made flesh animate and spirit permanent. When we breathe, we are not just exchanging gases; we are keeping time with the original Word.
Royal Rife never spoke in theological terms. He was a scientist, not a prophet. But his machine stumbled into something ancient: the reality that frequency governs the living, and that to restore health is to restore alignment with those primordial frequencies. What he found in the lab was what Scripture had already declared in mystery—that everything living has its voice, and when that voice is out of tune, disease enters. But when it is restored—healing comes.
This is why the Rife Machine, in the hands of the remnant, becomes more than a device. It becomes a harp of David—a tool to cast out torment, to restore rhythm to the breath of a suffering child, to make the temple body resonate again with divine order. Each organ, each cell, each system responds not just to voltage, but to vibration. And the frequencies Royal Rife discovered—and Matthew Rife now transmits—are not mechanical in nature. They are registry alignments. They pull the body back into the page where its name was first written.
When a person sits before the machine, breath and frequency begin to interact. The body listens. The cells respond. Disruption—be it bacterial, viral, emotional, or spiritual—begins to collapse in the presence of resonance. In many cases, the user begins to weep or feel warmth. This is not just biology; it is deliverance. As the machine plays the code of health, the body begins to remember Eden. And in remembering, it begins to reject Babylon.
This is what the Beast fears—that the registry might awaken in the body of man. That a non-verbal child, like my son, might begin to calm. That a person dismissed by doctors might begin to walk in strength again. That breath, properly aligned, might speak the Name again. Not the chemical name. Not the diagnosis. But the true name—the one the system tried to erase, the one that heaven remembers.
What we are seeing is not just healing. It is recovery of the registry. The Rife Machine does not “cure”—it reminds. It sings into the bones. It calls the scattered pieces of man back into one accord. And it does so through vibration, just as God’s voice once formed the worlds. “Let there be…” is not past tense. It is present in every true frequency. And when the tuning is right, the registry sings again.
This is why frequency is not just therapy. It is a prophetic act—a declaration against the pharmakeia, a refusal to forget the Name, a decision to breathe in harmony with the Kingdom.
Part 7 – The Censorship Engine: How Tech Giants Bury Frequency Medicine
In the age of data, information is power—and suppression is not merely the absence of truth, but the engineering of perception. The legacy of Royal Rife is not just forgotten; it is algorithmically buried. The machine that once lit up pathogens under a microscope and shattered cancer cells with resonant frequencies now exists in the digital world as a whispered rumor—labeled “pseudoscience,” “dangerous,” “unproven.” But who decides these labels? Who writes the code that silences one voice while elevating another?
The answer is chillingly consistent: the same global technocrats and pharmaceutical giants who profit from sickness, dependency, and lifelong prescriptions. The same corporate alliance that builds search engines, social platforms, and medical databases now acts as the new Sanhedrin—issuing digital decrees about what can be said, sold, or believed. They speak with one mouth, backed by “trusted sources” like the FDA, CDC, WHO, and a long chain of “fact-checking” subsidiaries tied to Silicon Valley’s advertising empire. But what they call “trust” is a veiled liturgical loyalty to Big Pharma.
Rife’s work is not merely ignored—it’s targeted. The very term “Rife Machine” triggers content moderation bots. Try selling one online, and your store may be flagged. Share a testimonial that dares mention “cancer” or “virus” in the same breath as frequency healing, and you’ll be deplatformed. Even patient groups who gather to share logs of restored health are quietly throttled, pushed to the back pages, or dissolved without appeal.
This isn’t medicine—this is doctrinal warfare, waged by a technocratic priesthood that fears resurrection. Not spiritual resurrection—but cellular, biological reawakening to design. If people learn that their bodies can heal by tuning into divine frequencies, the entire financial model of sickness collapses. Hospitals become temples without offerings. Pills become obsolete. Control is lost.
Matthew Rife, great-nephew of Royal Rife, lives at the epicenter of this storm. Though he builds the machine quietly, updates the design, and sends it to the suffering, he is not left alone. The FBI calls. Not once, but repeatedly. What are they asking? What is their concern? Are they curious about safety? No. Their true concern is influence—how many people are using this, what stories are being told, what frequency is spreading. Because in this war, testimony is the contagion.
And that testimony cannot be digitally quarantined forever.
The Rife machine is not about rebellion. It is about remembrance. It remembers how the body was designed. It remembers how the breath of God animates tissue. It remembers that healing is not just possible—it’s the default, if the interference is removed. What Matthew offers is not a machine—it is a song, a harmonic weapon that bypasses both pharmaceutical control and tech censorship. And that terrifies the Beast system.
Because when one person heals without a pill, they tell another. When a non-verbal child calms during treatment, the parents begin to speak. And when enough people speak, the algorithm breaks. What was once buried under layers of “misinformation labels” becomes a revival of resonance. The registry begins to reawaken.
This is why censorship intensifies. This is why gatekeepers panic. Because they cannot kill the frequency—only the frequency-breakers. They cannot stop the healing—only the testimony. But we are entering a moment when the walls of censorship will fall like Jericho. Not because we shouted louder, but because we blew the trumpet of truth.
The signal has already begun.
Part 8 – When Machines Cast Out Spirits: Deliverance at the Cellular Level
There was a time when healing was inseparable from the spirit. In the days of the apostles, healing did not require a hospital, a diagnosis, or a drug—it required only faith, authority, and alignment with divine will. Jesus touched the leper, spoke to the fever, rebuked the spirit, and the body was made whole. Disease was not merely a malfunction of biology—it was a symptom of spiritual interference, of sin, oppression, or demonic influence. The early church understood this. They anointed with oil, laid hands on the afflicted, and saw miracles flow from breath and belief.
But as time passed and empires rose, the sacred was traded for science, the spiritual for the clinical. What had once been called a “spirit of infirmity” became “neurological disorder.” What was once possession became psychosis. We learned to label—but not to cast out. The war against spiritual torment was reframed as a medical issue, managed by pharmaceuticals, therapy, or, in the worst cases, incarceration. Deliverance became an embarrassment. And yet, the tormentors remained—hidden beneath terms, treatments, and diagnoses.
Then came Royal Rife, a man of science who didn’t realize he was also brushing against the supernatural. In his effort to destroy disease by identifying the resonant frequencies of pathogens, he stumbled onto a truth deeper than biology: everything living—or unclean—has a frequency, and if that frequency can be matched and disrupted, the invader is shattered. Rife used this insight to kill viruses, bacteria, parasites, and even cancer cells. But what neither he nor his critics fully understood was that some of the “invisible enemies” he was confronting were not just microbial—they were spiritual.
Today, as Matthew Rife resurrects the machine, users are reporting more than physical healing. They are describing strange reactions: waves of nausea that pass like exorcisms, sudden bursts of uncontrollable emotion, or a presence that lifts, as if a shadow has been driven out. Some children with autism become calm for the first time. Some adults with chronic anxiety find a stillness they’ve never known. Others report inexplicable phenomena: dark dreams ceasing, suicidal thoughts vanishing, or sensations of oppressive energy being lifted from the room. These are not side effects of medical treatment. These are signs of deliverance.
Can a machine cast out demons?
Not in the sense that Jesus did. But perhaps it can create an environment where darkness cannot remain. Just as light casts out shadows, so too can the right frequency shake loose the spiritual parasites that afflict the body. In the Old Testament, David played the harp to drive the tormenting spirit from Saul. In Jericho, the Israelites blew the trumpet, and strongholds fell. In modern times, the Rife machine becomes a trumpet in the temple of the body—declaring to any unclean spirit: “You do not belong here.”
Of course, the enemy knows this. The enemy always knows what threatens his dominion. This is why the Rife machine is suppressed, mocked, and banned. It is not simply because it challenges cancer treatment profits. It’s because it threatens the entire sorcery-industrial complex, the fusion of pharmakeia, psychiatry, and sorcery that keeps humanity bound. The machine doesn’t just threaten a billion-dollar cancer drug—it threatens the system that monetizes oppression.
But there is a warning here. Not all frequencies are holy. Not all healing is righteous. The same technology that can harmonize a body with divine design can also enslave it to artificial resonance. We see this in DARPA’s neurotech, 5G mind-control patents, and military acoustic weapons. The difference is in intent, origin, and spirit. A machine built to restore the breath of God into cells will bring peace. A machine built to hijack, sedate, or modify human behavior carries a counterfeit signal—the frequency of the Beast.
This is why discernment is critical. Not every “frequency healer” is on the side of light. Some channel New Age spirits. Some open portals they cannot close. But when used in prayer, with humility, and under the direction of the Holy Spirit, the Rife machine becomes something profound—not just a tool of healing, but a cleansing fire. A way to drive out what medical systems misdiagnose, and churches often ignore.
Jesus said, “Greater works than these shall you do.” Perhaps He saw this moment—when a remnant would arise not just with theology, but with the power to rebuild the temple at the cellular level. To cast out what afflicts, not with exorcism rituals alone, but with the sound of creation restored. And in that sound, bodies will heal. Spirits will flee. And the breath will return.
Part 9 – The New Underground: Fathers, Families, and the Revival of Rife
Suppression does not kill truth—it merely buries it until it becomes seed.
When Royal Raymond Rife’s discoveries were torn from the medical establishment by force and fraud, they did not vanish into oblivion. They were carried underground—not by corporations or governments, but by the very people whom the system had failed. Engineers, believers, tinkerers, naturopaths, and desperate families became the new stewards of the forbidden fire. That fire passed not through universities, but through inheritance. Through legacy. Through blood. And into the hands of a man named Matthew Rife.
Matthew is not simply the great-nephew of Royal Rife. He is the embodiment of a generational reckoning—one who refused to let the lies of the 20th century bury the hope of the 21st. He did not set out to become a disruptor. He set out to heal his family. But in doing so, he unearthed a treasure long hidden—Rife’s principles, designs, and frequencies—many preserved only in scattered documents, whispered testimonies, and outlawed machines.
Unlike the early adopters of Rife tech, who often moved in secret, Matthew chose exposure. He began speaking publicly, offering the machines to those in need, sometimes free of charge. He wasn’t selling snake oil. He was offering the inheritance of a healer. And in return, he received not just support—but scrutiny. Phone calls from the FBI. Warnings. Surveillance. The system, it seemed, had not forgotten what his family name meant. Nor forgiven it.
Why the FBI? Why federal interest in a device supposedly “debunked” a century ago? Because Matthew’s work doesn’t just threaten pharmaceutical revenue—it threatens monopoly of method. It undermines the sacred status of the lab coat. It reawakens the memory that healing is older than hospitals, and that families, not bureaucracies, are the true custodians of health.
And it works.
This isn’t theory anymore. Stories now emerge daily—autistic children speaking, tumors shrinking, seizures vanishing, chronic pain dissolving. Families report not just improved symptoms, but miraculous reversals. These machines are not sold as magic. They are offered as tools—humble, tunable, frequency-based instruments of restoration. But when you give one to a praying mother or a faithful father—when you couple science with Spirit—you get more than healing. You get revival.
That is what’s happening now. Not a medical trend, but a remnant uprising.
In living rooms across the country, modern-day Rife machines are humming beside Bibles, not beside degrees. Christian homesteaders use them alongside anointing oil. Deliverance ministers experiment with frequencies that calm demonic manifestation. Autistic children find stillness. The sick feel warmth where there was once cold despair. The underground is no longer just tinkerers—it is the Body of Christ, armed with knowledge the Beast tried to erase.
And once again, like in the time of Christ, healing is seen as rebellion.
Because healing without permission is the greatest threat to the system. It breaks the code of dependence. It undermines the priesthood of pharma. It dares to say that Jesus plus knowledge is enough.
Matthew Rife now stands as a node—perhaps even a prophet—within this growing underground. His work is not without danger. He is not protected by legal shields. But neither was Paul. The difference? Matthew is surrounded by a digital church, a chorus of testimonies, and a growing network of the healed.
The Rife machine has been resurrected. But it’s not being revived by corporations or patents. It is being revived by fathers, who refuse to let their children be sacrificed to the system. By mothers, who will not trade prayer for Prozac. By families, who have remembered that the temple of God begins at the dinner table, and that healing is the birthright of the faithful.
This is not just science restored. This is Exodus technology—a frequency-based deliverance for a generation enslaved to Babylon.
And the Pharaohs are watching.
Part 10 – Frequency as a Foreshadow: The Sound of Resurrection
There is a reason Satan fears sound.
Before there was light, there was voice. “And God said…” The first act of creation was not a flash—it was a frequency. And if the breath of God formed the heavens, then the frequencies He embedded into creation remain encoded in the very bones of matter. This is why Jesus didn’t heal with potions. He healed with speech. With command. With resonance. “Talitha koum.” “Come out of him.” “Be opened.” Every miracle was an act of vibrational alignment—He spoke, and matter obeyed. Frequencies, after all, do not argue. They correct.
Royal Rife didn’t know he was stepping into a prophetic pattern when he discovered mortal oscillatory rates. He was a man of science, not Spirit. But his work echoed the voice of God. He found that every pathogen—every invader, every disease—had a signature. A frequency. And when that frequency was matched, when the precise note was struck, it shattered. Not the body, but the bondage.
This is resurrection technology—not in the sense of immortality, but in the principle of it: dead cells responding to sound, disease expelled by light, health restored by tuning the temple. It is the blueprint of Ezekiel’s valley of bones. “Prophesy to these bones…” God did not say to medicate them. He said to speak—to release breath, sound, frequency—until flesh returned and breath entered again.
And this is the hidden power of the Rife machine. It is not just a device—it is a foreshadow. A glimpse of what will come when the sons of God fully awaken and reclaim dominion over the temple of the body. When healing is no longer a business, but a birthright. When faith is not merely a belief, but a sound wave carried through action.
We are entering an age when believers will lay hands not only with prayer, but with precision. When frequencies will be coupled with faith. When worship will dismantle cancer. When deliverance ministries will learn the sonic language of freedom. The enemy knows this—and that’s why he tried to silence Rife. Not because the machine was dangerous to flesh, but because it was dangerous to the throne of pharmakeia.
The resurrection is coming. And it won’t just be spiritual—it will be cellular. Jesus is the Word. And the Word is a vibration. And the vibration is returning.
Conclusion – When the Machine Sings Again
The story of Royal Rife was never just about a microscope, a lab, or a machine—it was about a man who saw too deeply into a world that was not ready to be healed. He challenged not just bacteria, but bureaucracy. Not just disease, but dominion. And for that, he was erased. But the frequencies he discovered were not.
They waited. In silence. In exile. In attics and garages and whispered testimonies. Like the scattered bones in Ezekiel’s vision, they lay dormant until someone would speak again. Until someone would breathe again. Until someone would pick up the machine, plug it in, and dare to believe it was not a myth.
Matthew Rife is that someone.
His work is not the resurrection of a brand. It is the revival of a birthright. The breath of healing has returned—not through institutions, but through inheritance. Not through peer-reviewed journals, but through the hands of a man watching his son get better. Through the prayers of a family refusing to accept the sentence of the system. Through the quiet hum of a frequency generator beside a child’s bed.
And now the machine sings again.
The war on Rife was never about science—it was about access. About who gets to heal and who gets to hurt. About whether life is governed by mystery or monopoly. But that war is over now. The truth has outlived the lie. The machine has outlasted the silence. And the bloodline has overcome the gatekeepers.
You may silence a prophet. You may discredit a healer. You may bury a machine. But you cannot stop the sound of resurrection once it begins to vibrate again through the Body of Christ.
So let the world know: Royal Rife lives. Not in flesh, but in function. Not in memory, but in movement. In Matthew. In every parent who turns a frequency dial instead of a pill bottle. In every believer who sees sound as sacred. In every testimony that defies the diagnosis.
And in every generation that refuses to be tuned to Babylon’s frequency of death.
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Endnotes
- Barry Lynes, The Cancer Cure That Worked: Fifty Years of Suppression (New York: Marcus Books, 1987), 22–28.
- Royal R. Rife, Rife’s Original Laboratory Notes and Frequency Charts (1920–1944), ed. Rife Research Group (San Diego: Private Archive, 2001).
- John Crane, The Rife Report (Boulder: Marcus Books, 1988), 34.
- California State Supreme Court, People v. John Crane and Royal Rife, 1939, Court Transcripts.
- U.S. Food and Drug Administration, Regulatory Actions Against Non-Approved Medical Devices: 1950–2000(Washington, D.C.: FDA Historical Archives).
- American Medical Association, Proceedings of the House of Delegates, 1940–1945 (Chicago: AMA Publishing), Internal Records on “Quack Devices.”
- National Institutes of Health, “Electromagnetic Field Therapy for Cancer,” NIH.gov (2022), https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/.
- RifeVideos.com, “The Rife Machine Timeline,” maintained by Jeff Garvey, accessed October 2025, https://www.rifevideos.com/.
- U.S. Government Accountability Office, Unapproved Medical Devices and Federal Enforcement Patterns: 1960–2020, GAO-20-110 (Washington, D.C., 2021).
- Interview with Matthew Rife, RifeMachine.com, accessed October 2025, https://www.rifemachine.com/matthew-rife-interview.
- Institute for Justice, FDA v. Innovation: A Case Study on the Rife Machine, White Paper Series Vol. 3 (Washington, D.C., 2019).
- Jeff Rense, Rife Technology and the Revival of Frequency Medicine, Rense Radio Archives (2025).
- Georges Lakhovsky, The Secret of Life (New York: Health Research, 1939), 14–21.
- Viktor Schauberger, The Energy Evolution (Forest Row: Rudolf Steiner Press, 2000), 33–47.
- Tom Bearden, Energy from the Vacuum (Huntsville: Cheniere Press, 2002), 51.
Was cancer cured in the 1930s—and buried alive?
The Frequency War uncovers the astonishing true story of Royal Raymond Rife, the scientist who developed a microscope powerful enough to see live viruses—and a frequency machine that shattered them without harming human tissue. But what should have been a medical revolution turned into a global cover-up, as the AMA, FDA, and pharmaceutical cartels united to erase Rife’s name, destroy his lab, and silence his legacy.
In this exposé-meets-resurrection broadcast, James Carner interviews Matthew Rife, Royal Rife’s great-nephew, who not only inherited the story—but is continuing the work. Matthew has reengineered the legendary Rife Machine and personally uses it to treat his own family, including James’s son. The machine is back. The results are real. And the pressure from federal agencies continues.
Explore the history, the suppression, the revival—and the spiritual warfare behind it all. Is the return of frequency medicine a threat to Big Pharma, or a divine act of healing for a new generation? Why does the FBI still monitor Matthew Rife? And what does this say about sound, breath, and the body of Christ in the end times?
This isn’t just a medical story—it’s a war over resonance, truth, and the future of healing.
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