Alternative Wellness Universe
I finally listened to last night’s podcast. I’m sorry I missed it live, since I have a LOT to say about this subject. I was getting fertile chicken eggs to put under my broody hen. Very good for the happiness factor. If you don’t have chicks, get some!!
Anyway, I have been out of the mainstream medical system for a long time. I’ve dealt with medical injuries, and spent the last 18 years fixing them. After much hard work, I am pretty healthy now.
One of the 1st things we realized when this “virus” traveled around he world and landed in the US, was fear was being used as a BIG propaganda weapon. I think this bio engineered virus is attracted to fear. If you aren’t afraid of it, it won’t infect you.
Here’s a little story about my father, who would have been 100 yr old this year!
In 1942, he got TB. (there’s a whole other story attached to why I think he got it, that I’ll save for another time). He lived in Brooklyn, NY. My sister only found an essay he wrote about it last year in some of my mother’s belongings.
The family collected enough money to send him upstate to the sanitarium. I believe it was in Yonkers. When he was admitted, there were 3 levels, and depending on which level you had, depended on your care.
He was categorized as the middle level of illness. This meant he had to stay in bed for a week. If he improved, he could progress to bed rest along with some exercise. If he didn’t, they would send him to Colorado to a clinic. There, the dr.s would collapse his lung and re-inflate it. There was a 95%! failure rate.
As the week wore on and he didn’t improve, he realized that he only had enough money to get out to CO and pay for the treatment. If he lived, he wouldn’t have enough money to recuperate or get back to NY.
While he was trying to figure out what to do, someone he met, in the more advanced ward, stormed out of the clinic, cursing out the dr.s, that were trying to convince him to stay. He said he was going to a real dr. My dad asked him for the real dr.'s name and info. The guy wrote Dr. Max Gerson and an address on a scrap of paper, and left.
My dad packed his bag, left the sanitarium, and went to Max Gerson’s office, which was in Brooklyn. Dr. Gerson examined my father and gave him the “medicine” which was 3 weeks of a therapeutic diet.
Fresh and cooked vegetables, mostly but not limited to celery, carrots, parsley, onions, baked potato, camomile tea, calves liver, chicken soup. Oatmeal with fruit, nuts and seeds for breakfast. Fresh milk. No caffein. Some dark chocolate. I have original this diet somewhere.
Dr. Gerson also said to get plenty of sunshine, fresh air, walking exercise, and good sleep every day. After the 3 weeks, my father was to go back for a follow up visit.
When he went home, his mother and the rest of the family all pitched in to help make the meals, etc. His aunt and uncle owned a grocery store in Lower Manhattan, so they had access to good food. He followed the diet and regimen to the letter, and went back for his follow up visit. Dr. Gerson said he was well and can go back too his normal life.
When my father went to pay him, Dr. Gerson realized he didn’t have much money, and had not worked for a month. He told my father to get back on his feet and pay him when he had the money, which he did.
My father couldn’t believe it was that simple. So he went back to the original clinic and the dr. that originally diagnosed him, to get a 2nd opinion. The dr. examined him and couldn’t believe it. There was no sign that he ever even had TB. He was so surprised, that he called in all the clinic dr.s to show them. They were shocked.
When my father asked why they didn’t do Dr. Gerson’s diet and therapy instead of the sanitarium and the lung collapse treatment, they said they would all be out of business if they did that.
progress to today…