The Analysis of Disease States: Helping the Body Recover

From the Hygienic Dictionary



Diagnosis. [1] In the United States, making a diagnosis implies that

you are a doctor duly licensed to engage in diagnostic function....

The making of a diagnosis is reserved only for doctors.... The

term "analysis" does not have such an explicit legal definition.

Thus, it is the term of choice of iridologists and the one most

often used by them. It is essential for the survi al and promotion

of iridology that those who choose to engage in its practice avoid

naming any disease condition. As we have seen, to do so is to

infringe on rights reserved exclusively for doctors and can land the

iridologist, sooner or later, in a snarl of legal troubles.



It is better for the iridologist to refrain from suggesting to a

person that he has any particular disease, letting such diagnostics

remain the province of licensed doctors. In so doing, the

iridologist will avoid transgressing the law and stepping on the

toes of those who are legally qualified to diagnose.



It is indeed unfortunate that one of the greatest pitfalls awaiting

the iridologist is the temptation to name diseases. The feelings of

satisfaction and power resulting from conferring a name are deeply

rooted in the human psyche. For example, the Bible tells us that

man's first task on Earth was to name the animals, thus giving him

power and dominion over them.



Strong is the temptation to name diseases because nearly everyone

has come to expect that his malady has a name. Patients have come to

expect, and doctors have been trained to make, a diagnosis. . . .

"After all," the patient may reason, "how can you hope to deal with

my condition if you aren't knowledgeable enough to call it by name?"



It is not necessary to name diseases in order to exercise dominion

over them. _Dr. Bernard Jensen, Visions of Health._



In self defense, I must make it very clear from the first word that

hygienists and most other naturopaths of various persuasions, and

especially I myself, have never in the past, never!, and do not now,

diagnose, treat or offer to cure, disease or illness. Diagnosis and

curing are sole, exclusive privileges of certified, duly-licensed

medical doctors and may only be done with a grant of Authority to do

so from the State. Should an unlicensed person diagnose, offer to

treat or attempt to cure disease or illness, they will have

committed a felonious act. With big penalties. Therefore, I do not

do it.



When one of my clients comes to me and says that a medical doctor

says they have some disease or other, I agree that the medical

doctor says they have some disease or other, and I never dare say

that they don't. Or even confirm on my own authority that I think

they do have some disease or other.



What I can legally do for a client is to analyze the state of their

body and its organs, looking for weaknesses and apparent allergies.

I can lawfully state that I think their liver tests weak, the

pancreas appears not to be functioning well in terms of handling

meat digestion, that the kidney is having a hard time of it. I can

say I see a lump sticking out of their body when one is obviously

sticking out of their body; I can not say that lump is cancerous but

I can state that the cells in that lump test overly strong and that

if I myself had a mass of growing cells testing overly strong and if

I believed in the standard medical model, then I would be rushing my

overly strong testing cells to an oncologist. But I don't dare say

the person has a cancer. Or diabetes. Or is getting close to kidney

failure. That is a diagnosis.



To me, diagnosis is a form of magic rite in which the physician

discovers the secret name of the devil that is inhabiting one's body

and then, knowing that secret name, performs the correct rite and

ritual to cast that demon out. I don't know why people are made so

happy knowing the name of their condition! Does it really matter?

Either the body can heal the condition or it can't. If it can, you

will recover (especially if you give the body a little help). If the

body can't heal a condition you will die or live a long time being

miserable. No "scientific" medical magic can do better than that.



By describing a disease in terms of its related organ weaknesses,

instead of pinning a Latin name on it, I am able to assist the body

to achieve recovery in a superior way that the physician rarely

does. By discovering that the body with the lump of overly strong

cells also has a weak spleen, liver and thymus gland, I can take

actions to strengthen the spleen, liver and thymus. If the body can

strengthen its spleen, liver and thymus, then the overly strong

cells miraculously vanish. But of course I and what I did did not

cure any disease. Any improvements that happen I assign (correctly)

to the body's own healing power.



The way I analyze the organic integrity of the body is through a

number of related methods, including the general appearance of the

body, the patient's health history, various clues such as body and

breath odor, skin color and tone, and especially, biokinesiology,

the applied science of muscle testing. Biokinesiology can be used to

test the strength or weakness of specific organs and their function.

A weak latissimus dorsi muscle indicates a weak pancreas, for

example. Specific acupuncture points can be tested in conjunction

with muscle strength to indicate the condition of specific organs or

glands. The strength of the arm's resistance to downward pressure

could be calibrated with a spring scale and precisely gauged, but

experienced practitioners have no need for this bother, because they

are able to pick up subtle changes in the arms resistance that are

not apparent to the testee. Thus muscle testing becomes an art

form, and becomes as effective as the person using it is sensitive

and aware.



Biokinesiology works because every organ and gland in the body is

interconnected with other parts of the body through nerve pathways

and nerve transmissions, which are electrical and can be measured

through muscle testing. This may seem too esoteric for the

"scientific" among you, but acupuncture points and energy

manifestations around and in the body--are now accepted phenomena,

their reality demonstrated by special kinds of photography.

Acupuncturists, who heal by manipulating the body's energy field

with metal needles, are now widely accepted in the western

hemisphere. Kinesiology utilizes the same acupuncture points (and

some others too) for analytic purposes so it is sometimes called

"contact reflex analysis."



I have studied and used Kinesiology for 25 years with the majority

of my clients with very good success. There are some few people who

are very difficult to test because they are either too debilitated,

lack electrical conductivity, or their state of mind is so skeptical

and negative about this type of approach that they put up an

impenetrable mental barrier and/or hold their body so rigidly that I

can hardly determine a response. A skilled can overcome the obstacle

of a weak body that can barely respond, but the person who is

mentally opposed and determined to prove you wrong should not be

tested. If you proceed it is sure to have an unsatisfactory outcome

for all concerned. For even if I manage to accurately analyze the

condition of a skeptical client, they will never believe the

analysis and will not follow suggestions.



The "scientific," open-minded, "reasonable" client can be better

approached using an academic-like discussion based on published

literature that demonstrates how people with similar symptoms and

complaints do very well on a particular dietary regimen and

supplements. This type of person will sometimes follow dietary

recommendations to the last letter, because their scientific

background has trained them to be obedient.



When a client comes to me, I like to take a real good look at who is

sitting in front of me. I take my leisure to find out all about

their history, their complaints, their motivation to change, their

experience with natural healing, their level of personal

responsibility, whether or not they have to work, whether or not

they can take time out to heal, will they fast or take supplements,

do they have sufficient finances to carry a program through to a

successful completion, do they have people closely connected to them

that are strongly opposed to alternative approaches, can they

withstand some discomfort and self-denial, do they have toxic

relationships with other people that are contributing to their

condition, are they willing to read and educate themselves in

greater depth about natural healing, etc. I need to know the answers

to these questions in order to help them choose a program which is

most likely to succeed.



Even though fasting is the most effective method I know of, it is

not for people who are compelled to keep up a work schedule, nor is

it for people who are very ill and do not have anyone to assist them

and supervise them. Nor is it for people who do not understand

fasting and are afraid of it. People who have associates that are

opposed to it, and people who do not have a strongly-functioning

liver or kidneys should not fast either. Seriously ill people that

have been on a meat-heavy diet with lots of addicting substances

need a long runway into a fast so as to not overwhelm their organs

of elimination. Does the person in front of me have an eating

disorder, or an otherwise suicidal approach to fasting, etc. Clearly

fasting is not for everyone, and if I recommend it to the wrong

person, the result will be a bad reputation for a marvelous tool.



Given that many clients can not fast without a lot of preparation,

the majority of my clients start out with a gentle detox program

that takes considerably more time, but works. These gradients have

been outlined under the healing programs for the chronically ill,

acutely ill, etc.



To help rebuild poorly functioning organs, I sometimes use a

specialized group of food supplements called protomorphogens. These

are not readily available to the general public and perhaps should

not be casually purchasable like vitamins, because, as with many

prescription drugs, supervision is usually necessary for their

successful use. If the FDA ever succeeds at making protomorphogens

unavailable to me, I could still have very good results. (At this

time the Canadian authorities do not allow importation of

protomorphogens for resale, though individuals can usually clear

small shipments through Canada Customs if for their own personal

use.) But protomorphogens do facilitate healing and sometimes permit

healing to occur at a lower gradient of handling. Without them a

body might have to fast to heal, with the aid of protomorphogens a

person might be able to get better without fasting. And if

protomorphogens are used (chewed up--ugh!) while fasting, healing is

accelerated.



Protomorphogens are made from freeze-dried, organically-raised

animal organ meats (usually calf or lamb) combined with very

specific vitamins, herbs and other co-factors to potentiate the

effect. I view protomorphogens as containing nutritional

supplementation specific for the rebuilding of the damaged organ.



Doctor Royal Lee, a medical genius who developed protomorphogens

therapy in the 50s and who spent several stints in prison in

exchange for his benevolence and concern for human well-being, also

founded the company that has supplied me with protomorphogens. After

decades of official persecution and denial of the efficacy of

protomorphogens by the power structure, it looks like they are about

to finally have their day. As I write this book cutting-edge medical

research companies are developing therapies using concentrated

animal proteins (protomorphogens) to treat arthritis, multiple

sclerosis, eye inflamations and juvenile diabetes. The researchers

talk as though they are highly praiseworthy for "discovering" this

approach.



Unfortunately, this development is likely to cut two ways. On one

hand, it vindicates Dr. Lee; on the other, when these drug companies

find a way to patent their materials, they may finally succeed at

forcing protomorphogens (currently quite inexpensive) off the

non-prescription market and into the restricted and profitable

province of the MD.



I divide clients into two basic types: simple cases and complex

ones. When I was treating mental illness, occasionally I had a

client who had not been sick for too long. I could usually make this

client well quite easily. But if the person had already become

institutionalized, had been psychotic for many years, had received

much prior treatment, then their case had been made much more

difficult. This sort had a poor prognosis. A very similar situation

exists with physical illnesses. Many people get sick only because

they lack information about how to keep themselves healthy and about

what made them sick. Once they find out the truth, they take my

medicine without complaint and almost inevitably get better very

rapidly. Some of these people can be quite ill when they first come

to me but usually they have not been sick for very long. Their

intention when coming into my office is very positive and have no

counter intentions to getting better. There are no spiritual or

psychological reasons that they deserve to be sick. If this person

had not found me, they almost certainly would have found some other

practitioner who would have made them well. This type of person

honestly feels they are entitled to wellness. And they are.



However, some of the sick are not sick for lack of life-style

information; they suffer from a mental/spiritual malady as well, one

that inevitably preceded their illness by many years. In fact, their

physical ailments are merely reflections of underlying problems.

This patient's life is usually a snarl of upsets, problems, and

guilty secrets. Their key relationships are usually vicious or

unhealthy. Their level of interpersonal honesty may be poor. There

are usually many things about their lives they do not confront and

so, can not change. With this type of case, all the physical healing

in the world will not make them permanently better because the

mental and emotional stresses they live under serve as a constant

source of enervation.



Cases like this usually do not have only one thing wrong with them.

They almost always have been sick for a long time; most have been

what I call "doctor hoppers," confused by contrary diagnoses and

conflicting MD opinions. When I get a case like this I know from the

first that healing is going to be a long process, and a dubious one

at that. On the physical level, their body will only repair one

aspect of their multiple illnesses at a time. Simultaneously, they

must be urged to confront their life on a gentle gradient. There is

usually a lot of backsliding and rollercoastering. The

detoxification process, physical and psychological, can take several

years and must happen on all the levels of their life. This kind of

case sees only gradual improvement interspersed with periods of

worsening that indicate there remains yet another level of mental

unawareness that has to be unraveled.



Few medical doctors or holistic therapists really understand or can

help this kind of case. To do so, the doctor has to be in touch with

their own reactive mind and their own negative, evil impulses (which

virtually all humans have). Few people, including therapists, are

willing to be aware of their own dark side. But when we deny it in

ourselves, we must pretend it doesn't exist in others, and become

its victim instead of conquering it. Anyone who denies that they

have or are influenced by their own darker aspects who seem to be

totally sweet and light, is lying; proof of this is that they still

are here on Earth.



All this generalizing about diagnostic methods and clinical

approaches could go on for chapters and more chapters, and writing

them would be fine if I were teaching a group of health clinicians

that were reading this book to become better practitioners. But I'm

sure most of my readers are far more interested in some complaint of

their own or in the health problem of a loved one, and are intensely

interested in one might go about handling various conditions and

complaints, what types of organ weaknesses are typically associated

with them, and what approaches I usually recommend to encourage

healing. And, most importantly, what kind of success or lack of it

have I had over the past twenty five years, encouraging the healing

of various conditions with hygienic methods.



In the case studies that follow I will mostly report the simpler,

easier-to-fix problems because that is what most people have; still,

many of these involve life-threatening or quality-of-life-destroying

illnesses. I will tell the success story of one very complicated,

long-suffering case that involved multiple levels of psychological

and spiritual handling as well as considerable physical healing.



Arthritis



Some years back my 70 years old mother came from the family

homestead in the wilds of northern British Columbia to visit me at

the Great Oaks School. She had gotten into pathetic physical

condition. Fifteen years previously she had remarried. Tom, her new

husband, had been a gold prospector and general mountain man, a

wonderfully independent and cantankerous cuss, a great hunter and

wood chopper and all around good-natured backwoods homestead

handyman. Tom had tired of solitary log cabin life and to solve his

problem had taken on the care and feeding of a needy widow, my mom.

He began doing the cooking and menu planning. Tom, a little older

than my mother, had no sense about eating but could still shoot

game. Ever since their marriage she had been living on moose meat

stews with potatoes and gravy, white flour bread with jam, black tea

with canned milk, a ritual glass of brandy at bedtime, and almost no

fresh fruit or vegetables.



In her youth, my mother had been a concert pianist; now she had such

large arthritic knobs on all of her knuckles that her hands had

become claws. Though there was still that very same fine upright in

the cabin that I had learned to play as a child, she had long since

given up the piano. Her knees also had large arthritic knobs; this

proud woman with a straight back and long, flowing strides was bent

over, limping along with a cane. She was also 30 pounds overweight

and her blood pressure was a very dangerous 210 over 140, just

asking for a stroke.



Instead of a welcoming feast, the usual greeting offered to a loved

one who has not been seen for a few years, I immediately started her

on a juice fast. I gave her freshly prepared carrot juice (one quart

daily) mixed with wheat grass juice (three ounces daily) plus daily

colonics. She had no previous experience with these techniques but

she gamely accepted everything I threw her way because she knew I

was doing it because I loved her and wanted to see her in better

condition. She also received a daily full body massage with

particular attention to the hand and knees, stimulating the

circulation to the area and speeding the removal of wastes. Every

night her hands and knees were wrapped in warm castor oil compresses

held in place with old sheeting.



I did not use any vitamins or food supplements in her case. I did

give her flavorful herbal teas made of peppermint and chamomile

because she needed the comfort of a hot cupa; but these teas were in

no way medicinal except for her morale.



In three weeks on this program, Grannybelle, as I and my daughters

called her, had no unsightly knobs remaining on either her knuckles

or knees and she could walk and move her fingers without pain within

a normal range of movement. The big payoff for me besides seeing her

look so wonderful (20 years younger and 20 pounds lighter) was to

hear her sit down and treat us to a Beethoven recital. And her blood

pressure was 130 over 90.



Breast Cancer



I have worked with many young women with breast cancer; so many in

fact, that their faces and cases tend to blur. But whenever I think

about them, Kelly inevitably comes to mind because we became such

good friends. Like me, Kelly was an independent-minded back country

Canuck. At the age 26, she received a medical diagnosis of breast

cancer. Kelly had already permitted a lumpectomy and biopsy, but had

studied the statistical outcomes and did not want to treat her

illness with radical mastectomy, radiation and chemotherapy because

she knew her odds of long-term survival without radical medical

treatment were equal to or better than allowing the doctors to do

everything possible. Nor did she want to lose even one of her

breasts. She knew how useful her breasts were because she had

already suckled one child, not to mention their contribution to

one's own self-image as a whole person. I admired Kelly's unusual

independent-mindedness because she comes from a country where

universal health coverage is in place; her insurance would have paid

all the costs had she been willing to accept conventional medicine,

but Canadian national health insurance does not cover alternative

therapy.



Kelly stayed with me for nearly two months as a residential faster,

because she needed to be far from the distractions of a troubled

family life. With financial support from her parents and child-care

from her friends she was able to take time out to give the recovery

of health top priority in her life without worrying about whether

her small son was being well cared for. This peace of mind was also

very important to her recovery.



Analysis with biokinesiology showed a pervasively weak immune

system, including a weak thymus gland, spleen, and an overloaded

lymphatic system. Her liver was weak, but not as weak as it might

have been, because she had become a vegetarian, and had been working

on her health in a haphazard fashion for a few years. Kelly's body

also showed weaknesses in pancreatic and adrenal function as well as

a toxic colon. Most immediately worrisome to her, biokinesiology

testing showed several over-strong testing lumpy areas in the

breasts and over-strong testing lumpy lymph nodes in the armpits.

Cancerous tumors always test overly strong



Kelly's earlier life-style had contributed to her condition in

several ways. She had worked for years in a forestry tree nursery

handling seedling trees treated with highly toxic chemicals. She had

worked as a cook in a logging camp for several seasons, eating too

much meat and greasy food. And she had also spent the usual number

of adolescent and young adult years deeply involved in recreational

drug use and the bad diet that went with it.



Kelly started right in on a rigorous water fast that lasted for one

entire month. She had a colonic every day, plus body work including

reflexology, holding and massage of neurolymphatic and neurovascular

points, and stimulation of acupuncture points related to weak organ

systems and general massage to stimulate overall circulation and

lymphatic drainage. She took protomorphogens to help rebuild her

weakened organs; she took ten grams of vitamin C every day and a

half-dose of life extension vitamin mix in assimilable powdered

form; she drank herbal teas of echinacea and fenugreek seeds and

several ounces of freshly squeezed wheat grass juice every day.

Twice each day she made poultices out of clay and the pulp left over

from making her wheat grass juice, filled an old bra with this

mixture and pressed it to her breast for several hours until the

clay dried. Shortly, I will explain all the measures in some detail.



These physical therapies were accompanied by counseling sessions

dealing with some severe and long-unresolved problems, response

patterns and relationships that triggered her present illness. Her

son's father (Kelly's ex) was suppressive and highly intimidating.

Fearful of him, Kelly seemed unable to successfully extricate

herself from the relationship due to the ongoing contact which

revolved over visitation and care of their son. But Kelly had grit!

While fasting, she confronted these tough issues in her life and

unflinchingly made the necessary decisions. When she returned to

Canada she absolutely decided, without any nagging doubts,

reservations or qualifications, to make any changes necessary to

ensure her survival. Only after having made these hard choices could

she heal.



I one respect, Kelly was a highly unusual faster. Throughout the

entire month on water, Kelly took daily long walks, frequently

stopping to lie down and rest in the sun on the way. She would climb

to or from the top of a very large and steep hill nearby. She never

missed a day, rain or shine.



At the end of her month on water Kelly's remaining breast lumps had

disappeared, the lymphatic system and immune system tested strong,

as well as the liver, pancreas, adrenals, and large intestine. No

areas tested overly strong.



She broke the fast with the same discipline she had conducted it, on

carrot juice, a cup every two hours. After three days on juice she

began a raw food diet with small servings of greens and sprouts well

chewed, interspersed at two hour intervals with fresh juicy fruits.

After about ten days on "rabbit food," she eased into avocados,

cooked vegetables, nuts, seeds, and whole grains and then went home.



As I write this, it is eight years since Kelly's long fast. She

still comes to see me every few years to check out her diet and just

say hello. She has had two more children by a new, and thoroughly

wonderful husband and suckled them both for two years each; her

peaceful rural life centers around this new, happy family and the

big, Organic garden she grows. She religiously takes her life

extension vitamins and keeps her dietary and life-style

indiscretions small and infrequent. She is probably going to live a

long, time.



I consider Kelly's cluster of organ weaknesses very typical of all

cancers regardless of type or location, as well as being typical of

AIDS and other critical infections by organisms that usually reside

in the human body without causing trouble (called "opportunistic").

All these diseases are varieties of immune system failure. All of

these conditions present a similar pattern of immune system

weaknesses. They all center around what I call the "deadly

triangle," comprised of a weak thymus gland, weak spleen, and a weak

liver. The thymus and spleen form the core of the body's immune

system. The weak liver contributes to a highly toxic system that

further weakens the immune system. To top it off, people with cancer

invariably have a poor ability to digest cooked protein (animal or

vegetable) (usually from a weak pancreas unable to make enough

digestive enzymes) and eat too much of it, giving them a very toxic

colon, and an overloaded lymphatic system.



Whenever I analyze someone with this pattern, especially the entire

deadly triangle, I let the person know that if I had those

particular weaknesses I would consider my survival to be at

immediate risk I'd consider it an emergency situation demanding

vigorous attention. It does not matter if they don't yet have a

tumor, or fibroid, or opportunistic infection; if they don't already

have something of that nature they soon will.



Here's yet another example of why I disapprove of diagnosis. By

giving the condition a name like "lymphoma" or "melanoma", "chronic

fatigue syndrome" "Epstein-Barr syndrome" or "AIDS," "systemic yeast

infection", "hepatitis" or what have, people think the doctor then

understands their disease. But the doctor rarely understands that

all these seemingly different diseases are essentially the same

disease--a toxic body with a dysfunctional immune system. What is

relevant is that a person with the deadly triangle must strengthen

their immune system, and their pancreas, and their liver, and

detoxify their body immediately. If these repairs are accomplished

in time, the condition goes away, whatever its Latin name may have

been.



Now, about some of the adjuncts to Kelly's healing. Let me stress

here that had none of these substances or practices been used, she

probably still would have recovered. Perhaps a bit more slowly.

Perhaps a bit less comfortably. Conversely, had Kelly treated her

cancer with every herb, poultice and vitamin known to man but had

neglected fasting and colonics, she might well have died. It has

been wisely said that intelligence may be defined as the ability to

correctly determine differences, similarities, and importances. I

want my readers to be intelligent about understanding the relative

importances of different hygienic treatment and useful supporting

practices.



Echinacea and chaparral leaves, red clover flowers, and fenugreek

seeds are made into medicinal teas that I find very helpful in

detoxification programs, because they all are aggressive blood or

lymph cleansers and boost the immune response. These same teas can

be used to help the body throw off a cold, flu, or other acute

illness but they have a much more powerful effect on a fasting body

than on one that is eating. Echinacea and chaparral are

extraordinarily bitter and may be better accepted if ground up and

encapsulated, or mixed with other teas with pleasant flavors such as

peppermint or lemon grass. These teas should be simmered until they

are at the strongest concentration palatable, drinking three or four

cups of this concentrate a day. If you use echinacea, then chaparral

probably isn't necessary and visa versa. Red clover is another blood

cleanser, perhaps a little less effective but it has a pleasant,

sweet taste and may be better accepted by the squeamish.



If there is lymphatic congestion I always include fenugreek seed tea

brewed at the strength of approximately one tablespoon of seeds to a

quart of water. Expect the tea to be brown, thick and mucilaginous,

with a reasonably pleasant taste reminiscent of maple syrup.



Kelly used poultices of clay and wheat grass pulp on her lumps,

somewhat like the warm castor oil poultices I used on my mother's

arthritic deposits. Poultices not only feel very comforting, but

they have the effect of softening up deposits and tumors so that a

detoxifying, fasting body is more able to re absorb them. Poultices

draw, pulling toxins out through the skin, unburdening the liver.

Clay (freshly-mixed potters clay I purchase from a potters' guild),

mixed with finely chopped or blended young wheat grass (in

emergencies I've even used lawn grasses) makes excellent drawing

poultices. Without clay, I've also used vegetable poultices made of

chopped or blended comfrey leaves, comfrey root, slightly cooked

(barely wilted) cabbage leaves, slightly steamed onion or garlic

(cooked just enough to soften it). These are very effective to

soften tumors, abscesses and ulcers. Aloe poultices are good on

burns. Poultices should be thought of as helpful adjuncts to other,

more powerful healing techniques and not as remedies all by

themselves, except for minor skin problems.



Poultices, to be effective, need to be troweled on half an inch

thick, extending far beyond the effected area, covered with cheese

cloth or rags torn from old cotton sheets so they don't dry out too

fast. Fresh poultices needs to be applied several times daily. They

also need to be left on the body until they do dry. Then poultices

are thrown away, to be followed by another as often as patience will

allow. Do not cover poultices tightly with plastic because if they

don't dry out they won't draw much. The drawing is in the drying.



Sometimes poultices cause a tumor or deposit to be expelled through

the skin rather than being adsorbed, all with rather spectacular pus

and gore. This phenomena is actually beneficial and should be

welcomed because anytime the body can push toxins out through the

skin, the burden on the organs of elimination are lessened.



Wheat grass juice has a powerful anti-tumor effect, is very

perishable, is laborious to make, but is worth the effort because it

contains powerful enzymes and nutrients that help detoxify and heal

when taken internally or applied to the skin. As a last resort with

dying patients who can no longer digest anything taken by mouth I've

implanted wheat grass juice rectally (in a cleansed colon). Some of

them haven't died. You probably can't buy wheat grass juice that

retains much medicinal effect because it needs to be very fresh and

should be drunk within minutes of squeezing. Chilled sharply and

immediately after squeezing it might maintain some potency for an

hour or two. Extracting juice from grass takes a special press that

resembles a meat grinder.



The wheat is grown in transplant or seedling trays in bright light.

I know someone who uses old plastic cafeteria trays for this. The

seed is soaked overnight, spread densely atop a tray, covered

shallowly with fine soil, kept moist but not soggy. When the grass

is about four inches high, begin harvesting by cutting off the

leaves with a scissors and juicing them. If the tray contains

several inches of soil you usually get a second cutting of leaves.

You need to start a new tray every few days; one tray can be cut for

three or four days. (Kulvinskas, 1975)



More wheat grass juice is not better than just enough; three ounces

a day is plenty! It is a very powerful substance! The flavor of

wheat grass juice is so intense that some people have to mix it with

carrot juice to get it down. DO NOT OVERUSE. The energizing effects

of wheat grass can be so powerful that some people make a regular

practice of drinking it. However, I've seen many people who use

wheat grass juice as a tonic become allergic to it much as

antibiotic dependent people do to antibiotics. Better to save wheat

grass for emergencies.



I also have treated my own breast cancers--twice. The first time I

was only 23 years old. One night I noticed that it hurt to sleep the

way I usually did on my left side because there was a hard lump in

my left breast. It was quite large--about the size of a goose egg.

Having just completed RN training two years prior, I had been well

brain washed about my poor prognosis and knew exactly what requisite

actions must taken.



I scheduled a biopsy under anesthetic, so that if the tumor was

malignant they could proceed to full mastectomy without delay. I was

ignorant of any alternative course of action at the time.



I might add that before I grew my first tumor I had been consuming

large amounts of red meat in a mistaken understanding gained in

nursing school that a good diet contained large amounts of animal

protein. In addition to the stress of being a full time psychology

graduate student existing on a very low budget, I was experiencing I

very frustrating relationship with a young man that left me

constantly off center and confused.



A biopsy was promptly performed. The university hospital's SOP

required that three pathologists make an independent decision about

the nature of a tumor before proceeding with radical surgery. Two of

the pathologist agreed that my tumor was malignant, which

represented the required majority vote. But the surgeon removed only

the lump, which he said was well encapsulated and for some reason

did not proceed with a radical mastectomy. These days many surgeons

routinely limit themselves to lumpectomies.



I never did find out why I awakened from general anesthetic with two

breasts, but I have since supposed that due to my tender age the

surgeon was reluctant to disfigure me without at least asking me for

permission, or giving me some time to prepare psychologically. When

I came out of anesthesia he told me that the lump was malignant, and

that he had removed it, and that he needed to do a radical

mastectomy to improve my prognosis over the next few years. He asked

me to think it over, but he signed me up on his surgery list for the

following Monday.



I did think it over and found I was profoundly annoyed at the idea

of being treated like I was just a statistic, so I decided that I

would be unique. I made a firm decision that I would be well and

stay well--and I was for the next fifteen years. The decision healed

me.



When I was 37 I had a recurrence. At the time I had in residence

Ethyl and Marge, the two far-gone breast cancer cases I already told

you about. I also had in residence a young woman with a breast tumor

who had not undergone any medical treatment, not even a lumpectomy.

(I will relate her case in detail shortly.) I was too identified

emotionally with helping these three, overly-empathetic due to my

own history. I found myself taking on their symptoms and their pain.

I went so far into sympathy as to grow back my tumor--just as it had

the first time--a lump mushroomed from nothing to the size of a goose

egg in only three weeks in exactly the same place as the first one.

Just out of curiosity I went in for a needle biopsy. Once again it

was judged to be malignant, and I got the same pressure from the

surgeon for immediate surgery. This time, however, I had an

alternative system of healing that I believed in. So I went home,

continued to care for my very sick residents, and began to work on

myself.



The first thing I had to confront about myself was that I was being

a compassionate fool. I needed to learn how to maintain my own

personal boundaries, and clearly delineate what stuff in my mind and

my body was really mine and what was another's. I needed to apply

certain mental techniques of self-protection known to and practiced

by many healers. I knew beyond doubt that I had developed

sympathetic breast cancer because a similar phenomena had happened

to me before. Once, when I had previously been working on a person

with very severe back pain with hands-on techniques, I suddenly had

the pain, and the client was totally free of it. So I protected

myself when working with sick people. I would wash my hands and arms

thoroughly with cold water, or with water and vinegar after contact.

I would shake off their "energy," have a cold shower, walk bare foot

on the grass, and visualize myself well with intact boundaries.

These prophylaxes had been working for me, but I was particularly

vulnerable to people with breast cancer.



I also began detoxification dieting, took more supplements, and used

acupressure and reflexology as my main lines of attack. My healing

diet consisted of raw food exclusively. I allowed myself fruits (not

sweet fruits) and vegetables (including a lot of raw cabbage because

vegetables in the cabbage family such as cauliflower and broccoli

are known to have a healing effect on cancer), raw almonds, raw

apricot kernels, and some sprouted grains and legumes. I drank

diluted carrot juice, and a chlorophyll drink made up of wheat grass

and barley green and aloe vera juice. I took echinaechia, red

clover, and fenugreek seeds. I worked all the acupuncture points on

my body that strengthen the immune system, including the thymus

gland, lymph nodes, and spleen. I also worked the meridians, and

reflex points for the liver, and large intestine. I massaged the

breast along the natural lines of lymphatic drainage from the area.



Last, and of great importance, I knew that the treatment would work,

and that the tumor would quickly disappear. It did vanish totally in

three months. It would have gone away quicker if I had water fasted,

but I was unable to do this because I needed physical strength to

care for my resident patients and family.



Eighteen years have passed since that episode, and I have had no

further reappearance of breast tumors. At age 55 I still have all my

body parts, and have had no surgery except the original lumpectomy.

Many, viewing my muscles and athletic performance, would say my

health is exceptional but I know my own frailties and make sure I do

not aggravate them. I still have exactly the same organ deficiencies

as other cancer patients and must keep a very short leash on my

lifestyle.



If for some reason I wanted to make my life very short, all I would

have to do would be to abandon my diet, stop taking supplements, eat

red meat and ice cream every day and be unhappy about something.

Incidentally, I have had many residential clients with breast cancer

since then, and have not taken on their symptoms, so I can assume

that I have safely passed that hurdle.



I've helped dozens of cases of simple breast cancer where my

treatment began before the cancer broadly spread. Kelly's case was

not the easiest of this group, nor the hardest. Sometimes there was

lymphatic involvement that the medical doctors had not yet treated

in any way. All but one of my early-onset breast cancer cases

recovered. I believe those are far better results than achieved by

AMA treatment.



Before I crow too much, let me stress that every one of these women

was a good candidate for recovery--under 40 years old, ambulatory and

did not feel very sick. And most importantly, every one of them had

received no other debilitating medical treatment except a needle

biopsy or simple lumpectomy. None of these women had old tumors

(known about for more than six months) and none of the tumors were

enormous (nothing larger than a walnut).



Clearly, this group is not representative of the average breast

cancer case. Hygienic therapy for cancer is a radical idea these

days and tends to attract younger people, or older, desperate people

who have already been through the works. In every one of my simple

cases the tumors were reabsorbed by the body during the thirty days

of water fasting and the client left happy.



Except one. I think I should describe this unsuccessful case, this

"dirty case," so my readers get a more balanced idea of how fearsome

cancer really isn't if the sick person can clearly resolve to get

better and has no problem about achieving wellness.



Marie was an artisan and musician from Seattle who grew up back East

in an upper-middle class dysfunctional family. She was in her late

twenties. She had been sexually abused by an older brother, was

highly reactive, and had never been able to communicate honestly

with anyone except her lesbian lover (maybe, about some things).



Three years prior to coming to see me Marie had been medically

diagnosed as having breast cancer and had been advised to have

immediate surgery. She ignored this advice; Marie never told her

friends, said nothing to her family and tried to conceal it from her

lover because she did not want to disrupt their life together.



On her own, she did begin eating a Macrobiotic diet. In spite of

this diet, the tumor grew, but grew very slowly. After two years the

tumor was discovered by her lover, who after a year of exhausting

and upsetting arguments, forced Marie to seek treatment. Since Marie

adamantly refused to go the conventional medical route, she ended up

on my doorstep as a compromise.



By this time the tumor was the size of a fist and had broken through

the skin of the left breast. It was very ugly, very hard.

Biokinesiology showed the usual deadly triangle and other associated

organ weakneses typical of cancer. Marie began fasting on water with

colonics and poultices and bodywork and counseling and supplements.

At the end of the water fast, Marie looked much healthier, with

clear eyes and clear skin and had a sort of shine about her, but the

tumor had only receded enough for the skin to close over it; it was

still large, and very hard. To fully heal, Marie probably needed at

least two more water fasts of equal length interspersed with a few

months on a raw food diet. But she lacked the personal toughness to

confront another fast in the near future. Nor was she emotionally up

to what she regarded as the deprivation of a long-term raw foods

healing diet.



So I advised her to seek other treatment. Still unwilling to accept

standard medical management of her case, Marie chose to go to the

Philippines to have "psychic surgery." She was excited and

optimistic about this; I was interested myself because I was dubious

about this magical procedure; if Marie went I would have a chance to

see the results (if any) on a person I was very familiar with. Marie

had her tickets and was due to leave in days when her lover, against

Marie's directly-stated wishes, called her parents and informed them

of what was happening.



The parents had known nothing of Marie's cancer and were shocked,

upset, outraged! They had not known Marie was a lesbian, much less

that their daughter was flirting with (from their view) obvious

quackery. Their daughter needed immediate saving and her parents and

brother (the one who had abused her) flew to Oregon and surprisingly

appeared the next day in a state of violent rage. They threatened

lawsuits, police, incarceration, they threatened to have their

daughter civilly committed as unable to take care of herself. They

thought everything Marie had done for the last three years was my

fault. I was lucky to stay out of jail. Of course, all of this was

why Marie had not told them in the first place; she had wanted to

avoid this kind of a scene.



Marie did not have enough personal integrity to withstand the

domination of her immediate family. They put her in a hospital,

where Marie had a radical mastectomy, chemotherapy and radiation.

Assured that they had done everything that should have been done,

the self-righteous parents went back home. Marie never recovered

from chemotherapy and radiation. She died in the hospital surrounded

by her lesbian friends who took dedicated, ever-so-sympathetic turns

maintaining an emotional round-the-clock vigil.



Marie's death was partly my fault. She was an early case of mine. At

the time I did not yet understand the total effect of lack of ethics

and irresponsibility on illness. Had Marie really wanted to live in

the first place, she would have sought treatment three years

earlier. In our counseling sessions she always evaded this question

and I had not been wise enough to pin her down with my knee on her

chest and make her answer up. Marie had too many secrets from

everybody and was never fully honest in any of her relationships,

including with me. I think she only came to Great Oaks at her

lover's insistence and to the day she died was trying to pretend

that nothing was wrong.



All Marie really wanted from her life was to be loved and have a lot

of loving attention. In the end, her dramatic death scene gave her

that, which is probably why she manifested cancer and kept it and

eventually, died from it.



The name for this game is "secondary gain." A lot of sick people are

playing it. Their illness lets them win their deepest desire; they

get love, attention, revenge, sympathy, complete service, pampering,

create guilt in others. When sick people receive too much secondary

gain they never get well.



One of the hardest things about being a healer is that one

accumulates an ever-enlarging series of dirty, failed cases like

this one. It is depressing and makes a person want to quit

doctoring. Whenever I get involved with a case I really want them to

get better. My life is put entirely out of joint for several months

dealing with a residential faster. My schedule is disrupted; my

family life suffers; my personal health suffers. No amount of mere

money could pay for this. And then some of these people go and waste

all my help to accomplish some discreditable secret agenda that they

have never really admitted to themselves or others.



Constant Complaints



Alice was a middle-aged woman who couldn't understand why she had

always felt tired, even when she was young. Her life had been this

way ever since she could remember. Most puzzling to her was why her

life was so Job-like. She did everything the proper way. Doing

things correctly was important to her, and fitted her Puritan

background. Alice supported all the right causes, did good works,

was active in a Unitarian church and bought all her food at the

healthfood store--and made sure it was organically grown.



But in spite of Alice's righteous living, her existence was a

treadmill of constant, minor complaints. She was constantly

exhausted, so much so she had difficulty getting up in the morning

and feared she might have chronic fatigue syndrome (whatever that

is). Alice suffered bouts of depression over thoughts like these,

and had many acute illnesses like colds that hung on interminably

and would not go away. She had a constant post-nasal drip. Though

she enjoyed life, her body was a millstone around her neck.



I've had a lot of clients exactly like Alice. Sometimes they

complain of headaches; sometimes constant yeast or bladder

infections. Whatever the complaints, the symptoms are rarely severe

enough to classify themselves as someone who is seriously ill, but

their symptoms rarely go away and they almost never feel good.

Medical doctors rarely find anything wrong with them, though they

will frequently prescribe an antibiotic to treat a somewhat constant

infection, or an antihistamine for sinus symptoms. Getting a new

prescription drug makes the complaint go away for a short time until

their resistance is lowered again and the very same complaint

returns. These people frequently depend on over the counter pills

and are routinely prescribed sleeping remedies and antidepressants.

If instead of this route they will but take my medicine they are

usually easy to fix and afterwards are amazed that it was all that

simple and that so much of their life has been less than it could

have been.



Alice had been through the medical doctor route. She had become

quite familiar with antibiotics for her colds and flu, and also took

synthetic thyroid hormone--the doctor had diagnosed her fatigue as

being caused by an underactive thyroid, which was partly correct--but

the thyroid medication didn't give her much more energy. Alice had

been supporting this medical doctor in grand style for over thirty

years but never obtained the relief she sought.



I put Alice through my usual two hour first-time-visit thorough

analysis. For two weeks before coming to see me she had saved tiny

samples of everything she ate, wrapped them in plastic film,

carefully labeled, and put them in the freezer. Along with these

food samples and a typed list of all these foods, she brought a big

box full of her condiments, herb teas, vitamins, spices,

prescription medications, over the counter drugs, oils, grains,

breads, crackers and small samples of her usual fresh vegetables and

fruits. Even her water. Her entire kitchen! By biokinesiology we

proceeded to test all of her foods for allergic reactions. I also

tested the integrity of her organs and glands and in the process,

got a detailed medical history and list of her complaints.



Alice had exhausted adrenals, and they probably had been that way

for thirty years. Her pancreas was now too weak to digest the

legumes that made up a large part of her vegetarian diet. She was

allergic to wheat, soy, and dairy products and had especially been

eating dairy in the mistaken notion that it was necessary to keep up

her protein intake. Really very typical. So many health food store

shoppers these days mistakenly believe that, because they are

vegetarian and do not eat meat, they especially need to boost their

protein intake with dairy and soy. Unfortunately, so many North

Americans are highly allergic to dairy and unfortunately, soy

products are as hard or harder to digest than cooked meats.



Alice was especially shocked to discover that she was allergic to

such foods as cabbage family vegetables, alfalfa sprouts and citrus.

Most people don't think that anyone could be allergic to something

as healthy as alfalfa sprouts. The doctor was right about one thing;

her thyroid was underperforming. He had not noticed that her heart

was weak.



Medical doctors rarely discover an organ weakness until that organ

actually begins to catastrophically fail. A busy honest doctor will

usually tell the complaining patient there is nothing wrong with

them: go home, take two aspirin, accept the fact that your body is

not perfect and don't worry about it. A hungry doctor will be

delighted to perform countless lab tests, seeking any possible

reason for the complaint. This can go on as long as the patient has

money or as long as the insurance company will pay. They rarely find

anything "wrong" and the patient is far better off if the doctor

doesn't discover something "serious" to treat because their

treatment may carry with it consequences far more severe than the

complaint. For example, I have seen dozens of people whose lives

were virtually ruined after surgical treatment for chronic back

pain.



Biokinesiology is actually a far more sensitive system of analysis

than lab tests. It picks up weaknesses at a very early stage so

total organ failure can be prevented. Rarely will any of the organ

weaknesses I discover be confirmed by a medical doctor. First I put

Alice on a six week cleanse. She did one week on fresh, raw food;

one week on dilute carrot juice with some green leafy vegetables

juice too; one week on water fasting; and then she repeated the

series. After six weeks of detoxification, I gave Alice a life

extension megavitamin formula, discovered she could not handle the

acid form of vitamin C (that she had already been taking) and had

her start on protomorphogens to rebuild her weakened endocrine

system, her exhausted adrenals and weak pancreas. She also began

taking pancreatic enzymes when she ate vegetable protein. She was

put on a maintenance diet that eliminated foods she was allergic to;

the diet primarily consisted of whole grains, nuts, cooked and raw

vegetables, and raw fruits. On her maintenance diet Alice had a

profound resurgence of energy and rediscovered a sense of well-being

she had not known for decades. She began to feel like she had when

she was a child. Her constant sinus drip was gone. She was able to

stop taking synthetic thyroid hormones and instead, supported her

endocrine system with protomorphogens.



A Rampaging Infection



At the age of 40, John, an old bohemian client of mine, came into a

moderate inheritance and went "native" in the Fiji Islands in the

South Pacific. He spent about four months hanging out with the

locals. Life there was so much fun that John completely forgot that

his body was actually rather delicate, that many of his organs were

weak, and that to feel good, he had to live a fairly simon-pure

life.



But the jovial, accepting, devil-may-care Fijians enjoyed a constant

party, even more so because John's money allowed the Fijians to

manifest powerful, tropical, home-grown strains of recreational

herbs to smoke in abundance, beer and rum and worse, the Fijians

(and John) constantly used a very toxic though only mildly-euphoric

narcotic called kava, something Europeans usually have no genetic

resistance to. The Fijians (and John) also ate a lot of

freshly-caught fish fried in grease, well-salted, and huge,

brain-numbing bowls of greasy starches, foods that they call i'coi,

or "real food" as opposed to things like fruit and vegetables that

aren't real food because they don't knock you to the floor for hours

trying to digest them in a somnambulant doze.



John miraculously kept up with this party for a few months and then,

while scuba diving, got some small coral scratches on his leg. These

got infected. The infections got worse. Soon he had several huge,

suppurating, ulcerous sores on his legs and worse, the infections

became systemic and began spreading rapidly. He was running a fever

and was in considerable pain. So John booked an emergency ticket

home and fled to find Doctor Isabelle. When I met his plane he was

rolled out in a wheelchair, unable to walk because of pain and

swelling in his legs.



John was violently opposed to ordinary medical treatment; he

especially would not have taken antibiotics even if he had died

without them because previous courses of antibiotics had been the

precipitant of life-threatening conditions that first brought John

to my care. John used his last strength to get to me because he knew

that had a hospital gotten its clutches on him the medical doctors

would have done exactly as they pleased.



I gave John a colonic, a gentle, mental spanking, and put him to bed

without any supper. He started water fasting and did colonics every

day. He began gobbling vitamin C (as calcium ascorbate) a few grams

every hour. I put huge poultices on his sores made of clay and

chopped lawn grass (we needed a week or so before a tray of wheat

grass would be ready). John's sores were amazing. Every day a new

one seemed to appear on a different part of the body. The old ones



kept getting bigger and deeper. The largest original ones were about

three inches in diameter, smelled horribly and had almost eaten the

flesh down to the bone. His pain was severe; there was no position

John could assume that didn't irritate one sore or another, and it

was a good thing my house was remote because John frequently

relieved his pain by screaming. John was never delirious, but he was

always original. He did not have to scream, but enjoyed its relief

and howled quite dramatically. I wore earplugs.



After about two weeks of water fasting, John counted up the total of

his sores. There were forty three. Seven or eight of them were

enormous, two or three inches in diameter and well into the flesh,

but the last ones to appear were shallow, small and stayed small.

After that point no more new ones showed up and the body began to

make visible headway against the infection. Very slowly and then

more and more rapidly, the sores began to close up and heal from the

edges. John's fever began to drop. And he had less pain. I should

mention that John brought an extremely virulent and aggressive

pathogenic organism into our house to which we Americans had no

resistance. Both my husband and I were attacked where the skin had

been broken. However, unlike John, in our cases, our healthy bodies

immediately walled-off the organism and the small, reddened

pustules, though painful, did not grow and within a week, had been

conquered by our immune systems. And after that we had an immunity.



After about three weeks of his fasting we were thoroughly tired of

hearing John's cathartic howls, tired of nursing a sick person. We

needed a break. John at this point could walk a bit and was feeling

a lot better. John had previously water fasted for 30 days and knew

the drill very well. So we stocked up the vitamin C bottle by his

bed and went to town for the weekend to stay in a motel and see a

movie. As they say in the Canadian backwoods, we were bushed.



John had promised to be good. But as soon as we left he decided that

since he felt so very much better, he could break his fast. He knew

how to do this and fortunately for him, (it was very much premature

for John to eat) did it more or less correctly, only eating small

quantities of raw fruits and vegetables. But by the time we got back

home three days later, John had relapsed. The pain was rapidly

getting much worse; the sores were growing again and a few small new

ones appeared. Dr. Isabelle again took away his food and gave him

another verbal spanking a little more severe than the one he'd had a

few weeks earlier and put him to bed again without his supper.



After two more weeks on water, John had gained a great deal on the

sores. They were filling in and weren't oozing pus, looked clean and

the new forming meat looked a healthy pink instead of purple-black.

But John had been very slender to start with and by now he was

getting near the end of his food reserves. He probably couldn't have

fasted on water for more than one more week without starvation

beginning. But this time, when he broke his fast, it was under close

supervision. I gave him dilute juice only, introduced other

sustenance very cautiously and made absolutely sure that

reintroducing nourishment would not permit the organism to gain.

This time it didn't. John's own immune system, beefed up by fasting,

had conquered a virulent organism that could have easily killed him.



Before the era of antibiotics, before immunizations to the common

childhood illnesses, people frequently died of infections as

virulent as the one that attacked John. They usually died because

they "ate to keep up their strength." Most of these deaths were

unnecessary, caused by ignorance and poor nursing care. For example,

standard medical treatment for typhoid fever used to consist of

spoon-fed milk--sure to kill all but the strongest constitution. Even

without the assistance of massive doses of vitamin C, if people

would but fast away infections they could cure themselves of almost

all of them with little danger, without the side effects of

antibiotics or creating mutated antibiotic-resistant strains of

bacteria.



Dr. John Tilden, a hygienist who practiced in the '20s, before the

era of antibiotics, routinely fasted patients with infectious

illnesses. Supporting the sick body with wise nursing, he routinely

healed scarlet fever, whopping cough, typhoid, typhus, pneumonia,

peritonitis, Rocky Mountain fever, tuberculosis, gonorrhea,

syphilis, cholera, and rheumatic fever. The one common infection he

could not cure was diphtheria involving the throat. (Tilden,

Impaired Health, Vol. II).



Recently, medical gerontologists have discovered another reason that

fasting heals infections. One body function that deteriorates during

the aging process is the production of growth hormone so the effects

of growth hormone have been studied. This hormone also stimulates

the body to heal wounds and burns, repair broken bones, generally

replace any tissues that have been destroyed and, growth hormone

stimulates the immune response. Growth hormone also maintains muscle

tone and its presence generally slows the aging process.



Growth hormone might make a wonderful life-extension supplement; on

it a middle-aged person might readily maintain the muscle tone of

youth while slowing aging in general. Unfortunately, growth hormone

cannot at this time be inexpensively synthesized and is still far

too costly to be used therapeutically except to prevent dwarfism.

However, any technique that encourages a body to produce more of

this hormone would be of great interest to life extensionists.



The body only produces growth hormone at certain times and only when

certain nutrients are present in the blood. Gerontologists call

these nutrients "precursors." The precursors are two essential amino

acids, argenine and ornithine and certain vitamins such as C and B6.

But having the precursors present is not enough. Growth hormone is

only manufactured under certain, specific circumstances: for about

one hour immediately after going to sleep and then only if the blood

supply is rich with argenine and ornithine but contains few other

amino acids; it is also manufactured during heavy aerobic exercise

that goes on for more than thirty minutes; and growth hormone is

produced at an accelerated rate when fasting. (Pearson and Shaw,

1983). I did not know this when I was fasting John, but now, I would

give argenine and ornithine to someone with a serious infection as

well as massive quantities of vitamin C.



Chronic Back Pain



Barry was a carpenter who couldn't afford to lose work because he

was unable to bend or twist or lift. He frequently had bouts of

severe back pain that made working almost impossible. Upon analysis

by biokinesiology I found that he had a major problem with large

intestine weakness and secondarily, adrenal weakness.



Constipation frequently causes back pain. The muscles of the back

have nerve pathway connections to the large intestines; weakness in

the intestine causes weakness of the back and makes it prone to

injury. But the problem is the intestine, not the back. And the only

way to make the back stay better is to heal the intestine. Many

athletes have very similar problems. For example, they get knee

injuries and think there is something wrong with their knee. Or they

get shoulder injuries and think their shoulder is weak. These people

are only half right. Yes, their knee or their shoulder is weak. But

it could become strong and almost uninjurable if the underlying

cause of the weakness is corrected.



The knee for example, has nerve pathway connections to the adrenal

glands and kidneys. The shoulder has similar connections to the

thyroid. The foot is weakened by the bladder. The treatment should

first be on the weakened gland or organ and secondarily, on the

damaged muscle tissue. I have solved numerous sports-related kn