“Medical Milk” As I walk to get to security for my international flight to Spain with my half drunken gallon of raw milk (and honey) in hand, 3 pre-TSA airport security guards stop me and say, “Excuse me sir, you can’t bring that milk.” I respond. “It’s Medical Milk.” Confused. They let me pass. Until one responds, “I hope they let that through.” He then calls me over to him, daps me up, and says: “Man, they’ve been poisoning us. I know what you got. I got that too. Sometimes I get the golden one with turmeric. I grew up on my grandmothers farm in North Carolina drinking that stuff. We ate everything from the land. The meat, the milk. Then we moved to LA and I forgot. I’m in my fifties now and went back and remembered what it was like again. I sat there and meditated and ate from the land.” We continued speaking about milk & God for a few minutes. He dapped me up again, this time with a hug, and wished me luck on my journey through TSA airport security. I continued… I hand the guard my passport and take the photo. I’m flagged. I had to go back down and get a new ticket. I return, smiling and waving at every strange look I receive. I get back to the passport guard. She stops me and tells me I need to put my shoes on. I throw my $2 cvs flops on floor and she lets me through. Time for EMF blaster security checkpoint. The first TSA guard tells me I need to throw out the milk… I say, “It’s Medical Milk.” He responds, “what’s medical about it? The moment I’ve been waiting for… I went OFF listing medical benefits NO pharmaceutical can claim. He says, “I don’t see how that’s medical, but you can try to put it through.” The milk gets flagged. But right before, my other bag did too. This one for a big brick of 100% cacao from Guatemala. He talks about how his mother in law from Nicaragua makes a cacao drink he loves. No issues there. They put it back and hand me the bag. Then the milk comes through in a tray of its own. Looking at it like they’ve never seen such a thing before, they say, “what’s this?” I say, “It’s Medical Milk.” Confused and slightly irritated, they say, “we’ll run some tests.” He takes it back outside the security area to a separate room. He returns… Hands me the milk and says “have a nice day.” If there is a will there is a way. This is a success story for health & freedom. Crazy how crazy it is considered to bring milk & honey on a plane 😂