Story of Discovery

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It was 1972, and the only job I could find where we lived on Vancouver Island at

the time was spacing trees for a lumber company in the rugged Iron Mountains of

Vancouver Island. It was just before Thanksgiving, and to get paid for the legal

holiday we had to work the days before and after the holiday. There were only

two catches; it was raining so hard that I would not have been surprised to find

little fish and crabs in the Pacific downpour - and everyone, except for me, had

come down with the flu.

Naturally, everyone showed up anyway, and as soon as our foreman left for the

day, everybody piled into the " crummy " . And there we sat all day, eight people,

seven of them sniffing and shivering with the fever and misery of the flu,

crammed like sardines in the enclosure on the back of a pick-up truck, listening

to the Pacific Ocean coming down on the roof. The misery was total.

 

Altogether, I spent at least 2 days before, and another two days after the

holiday in day-long crammed contact with my wheezing, sneezing, aching and

feverish buddies, since no one was allowed to go into the woods alone. But, and

incomprehensibly, I did not get the flu. This was truly amazing, since I am

normally among the first to catch the flu.

 

There was an obvious reason though. It had been hot and dry for most of the

month before Thanksgiving, and I could not bear to drink the warm,

rubber-tasting water from the rubber-lined canvas bags on our belts. It was

awful. Instead, I had discovered that the blue huckleberries which grew here and

there were, although a bit on the tart side, an excellent, cool and very

refreshing alternative to the warm rubber water. So, whenever I encountered a

bush, I collected and ate a handful of huckleberries. This earned me the

nickname " Huckleberry Pete " . Since I was the only one who ate the berries, and

also the only one who did not get the flu - despite my long and close exposure -

the conclusion was obvious. There was a powerful and almost magic elixir in the

wild berries which protected me, of all people, from the flu. Needless to say,

from then on I heartily advocated wild huckleberries to my family, friends and

acquaintances for almost any ailment. As I found out about 5 years later, I was

right.

 

The second miraculous cure occurred in 1974. Back in Vancouver by then, I woke

up one morning to find a little hole in the roof of my mouth. I did not think

anything of it, expecting it to disappear as mysteriously as it had appeared. It

didn't. Instead, it got bigger and bigger, and worse and worse, until eating

anything had become very painful.

 

When I finally went to see a physician, he was a bit mystified by it all and

said that I should come back in a week, to give him time to look it up. A week

later, he greeted me with, " I have good news, and bad news " . The good news

turned out to be that he had finally discovered the disease and its name in a

tome of rare diseases. The bad news was that there was no known cure.

 

On my way home, while trying to resign myself to living with a hole in the roof

of my mouth for the rest of my life, I was overcome with a sudden craving for

rollmops - raw pickled herring filets rolled up into a little roll with a little

chunk of pickle in the center. It's a German delicacy, a legacy of my origin.

 

I ate half of the pint of rollmops that first night, and the other half the next

night. The morning after I woke up to a much smaller hole, and the next day it

was gone. The roof of my mouth was perfectly whole and sound again. I thought of

phoning the physician to tell him that eating a pint of rollmops cures this

incurable disease. But I could all too readily image his reaction. " You say,

this - this - " rollmops " cures this incurable disease? " Nevertheless, and from

then on, I heartily recommended rollmops to my family and friends as a powerful

remedy for almost all illnesses and ailments. Again, and as it turned out some

years later, I was right.

 

The first major turning point of this discovery came in 1977. We had taken the

golden opportunity to live almost rent-free on a former small farm on Vancouver

Island. To augment our income, I had turned 2 acres of meadow into vegetable

gardens, both for a year-round supply of vegetables for us, as well as for sale

to the public. Everything went well - until the cabbage worms showed up in about

400 feet of cabbage rows.

 

The only known means of getting rid of the cabbage worms was a systemic poison;

a poison applied to the soil over the root area, and which is taken up by and

poisons the whole cabbage. I could not bear the thought of our family, friends

and customers eating poisoned cabbages. So, and after wracking my brains for

several days for an alternative, I came up with a devilishly clever scheme.

 

Knowing that cabbage worms are wanderers - the other cabbage always looks

greener to them - I thought that putting a seaweed mulch around the cabbages

would get rid of them. First of all, I thought, seaweed was a foreign

environment to them; then, the strong smell of the seaweed would overwhelm their

cabbage-attuned sense of smell and they would get lost; finally, the dryness and

the high salt content of the seaweed mulch would kill them.

 

It worked like a charm. I never again saw another cabbage worm, and moreover,

the cabbages grew just splendidly. I've never in all my life seen such

strappingly healthy and productive cabbages. Much impressed by the health,

vigour, growth and productivity of the cabbage rows, I applied a seaweed mulch

to the tomato and cucumber rows as well. The results were fabulous. I had to put

3 foot diameter and five foot high wire cages, with three strong stakes each,

around the tomato bushes to keep them from falling over from the weight of a

cornucopia of tomatoes. It was the first time in my life that I was - at 5'-7 "

all in all - eye to eye with my massive tomato bushes. And the cucumber beds

radiated incredible health and productivity in all directions.

 

The next year I mulched the whole two acres with seaweed. It was fabulous. All

the usual crop diseases simply disappeared, and my carefully chosen poisons

rotted away, unused and unnecessary, in the old garage. Our gardens were a

picture of glowing health, and productivity had more than doubled. Given the

strapping health of my crops, the following year I tried adding composted

seaweed to the seedling flats in the greenhouse as well, and with much

trepidation, left out the " No Damp Off " chemical tincture.

 

And although an alarming white fungus filigree spread all over the soil of the

seedling flats, it proved totally harmless - and apparently even beneficial. The

seedlings grew and thrived as I had never seen before. But most beautiful of

all, there was no sign whatsoever of damp-off disease. I did not loose a single

seedling to this common scourge of every greenhouse grower.

 

Eventually, and after a couple of years, it suddenly dawned on me that none of

us, my ladylove, her two girls and my own daughter - had had a cold, or had come

down with the flu for a long time now. It was amazing. Although the flu had made

its rounds through the schools and places of work, all of us had become,

entirely uncharacteristically, immune to colds and the flu.

 

Slowly the cause of our unaccustomed good health began to dawn on me. The cause

was our seaweed-raised vegetables. From my high school days I remembered that

the sea - and hence, the seaweed - contains all of the 92 elements of the Earth

in solution. I also knew that Life had originated and evolved (for 3.5 billion

years) in the 92 element 'soup' of the seas of the Earth. Consequently, it stood

to reason that the basic metabolic and immune functions of all living things -

including our selves - are based upon most of the 92 natural elements (as any

analysis of any sea and wild life shows). As a gardener, I also knew that our

modern agriculture only recognizes and maintains a paltry total of 8 trace

elements in its soils, and hence, in most of our daily food.

 

The conclusion was obvious. The seaweed mulch supplied all of the over 60

missing nutritional trace elements, which are unrecognized by modern

agriculture, to our vegetables, and hence, to our nutrition. It was the full

natural range of the 72+ nutritional trace elements - via the seaweed mulch and

our veggies - which was responsible for the strapping health of our crops, and

hence, of our family.

 

Now my previous 'miraculous' cures made perfect sense as well. The pickled

herring which cured the hole in the roof of my mouth also came from the sea -

and like all seafood - contains the complete natural range of the 72+

nutritional trace elements. And so did the wild huckleberries. Although far from

the sea, all virgin soil - and hence, all wild food - also contains the full

natural range of the 72+ nutritional trace elements. (See " THE NATURAL CYCLE " in

these pages for the full explanation).

 

The second major turning point occurred in 1985, after both the local economy

and our relationship had collapsed. I moved back to Vancouver in that summer,

and while working in an unheated and very drafty building the following winter,

I caught one cold after another. No sooner than I was over one cold, I came down

with another. And my health had gone to pieces too. I had lost all lateral

movement of my neck, I was loosing arm muscle function at an alarming rate, and

my ankles had swollen to elephantine size. When I went to see a physician he

told me, quite bluntly, " Go home; there is nothing that can be done for you " .

All these diseases (MS, Lou Gehrig's disease and Edema) were incurable.

 

I figured that I would not live to see the next spring at the rapid rate my

health was deteriorating. Resigned to an early demise at the age of 50, I knew

though that I could do something about those interminable colds at least. Since,

in the city, the only readily available food which still contains the 72+

nutritional trace elements is seafood, I began a daily (for metabolic reasons)

nutritional routine of " something from the sea every day " . And as fully

expected, the interminable colds disappeared almost immediately.

 

After a couple of months or so, and only entirely after the fact, I suddenly

realized that my arm muscle function was fully normal again, that I had regained

full movement of my neck, and that my grossly swollen ankles had returned to

normal as well. I found myself completely healthy again. Since I had no reason

to expect anything like this, and had not even dreamed of it, I had missed the

slow and gradual improvement altogether. The following summer of that year came

another totally unexpected, but extremely welcome surprise. Ever since puberty,

I had suffered from severe hay fever every June and July. Not this summer

though. For the first time in almost 40 years, and ever since then, I was

completely free of hay fever. It was marvelous.

 

I then began to advocate the " something from the sea everyday " nutritional

routine to family, friends and acquaintances, only to see one disease after

another - including many 'incurable' diseases - cured in short order. (See

" MARY-JO'S STORY in these pages for a typical example). To date, this method has

not failed on any disease it has been applied to, and there is no telling how

many diseases it can cure. Since there are five widely separate ethnic groups of

people around the world - from the Himalayas, to South America - where 120 years

in complete freedom from all diseases is common, the potential is that it could

cure almost all diseases.

 

Spontaneous remissions have been completely ruled out as well. As one can

imagine, the daily seafood routine can become somewhat boring very quickly. And

whenever it is neglected, the diseases promptly re-appear - only to disappear

just as promptly upon resumption of the daily seafood routine. It works like

clockwork. In the 15 years since I have been on this nutritional routine, I've

been through this several times.

 

By then, the full unimaginable magnitude of the fact that almost all diseases -

and their untold suffering and millions of premature deaths - are caused by

nothing more than the severe deficiency or absence of more than 60 natural trace

elements in our agriculturally grown food, and hence in our daily food - had

finally dawned on me. I then began to write to all and sundry, anyone I could

think of in the medical sciences, the public health authorities, the health

ministries, the media, dozens of publishers, many physicians - even, in

desparation, the tabloids - and have done so every since (hence, these Web

pages).

 

But, and since I am only a little old gardener, no one believes me. It is what I

call the 'Semmelweiss Syndrome' all over again. In the 1850's, Ignaz

Semmelweiss, an Hungarian physician, discovered that the simple act of washing

the hands between attending to his patients dramatically reduced the incidence

of diseases, and even saved lives. He was ridiculed and vilified by his peers to

such an extent that he finally went insane and committed suicide. And, seventy

years later, even such giants of the medical sciences as Louis Pasteur and

Robert Koch (the discoverers of bacteria-borne diseases), " ...had to fight the

medical establishment, heirs to centuries of prejudice and stupidity,... "

(Professor of Biology, Christopher Wills in his book " The Wisdom of the Genes " ,

Basic Books, 1989, page 138). Today, of course, sterile conditions are the sine

qua non of medical practice, and Semmelweiss' landmark discovery was eventually

honoured in 1969 when the Nagyszombat University of Budapest was renamed the

" Ignac Semmelweiss University " .

 

One would think that science would have learned something from such major

embarrassments (there are many, many more). Unfortunately not. In 1950, Barbara

McClintock discovered that genes often switch places on chromosomes as part of

the process of procreation (during meiosis). McClintock was similarly ridiculed

by her peers for her " jumping genes " , and even more so, because of her gender.

Thirty years later though, she was honoured for her outstanding discovery with

the 1980 Nobel Prize, and " jumping genes " have become one of the fundamental

cornerstones of genetics.

 

Another major, and very powerful breakthrough occurred in 1997. In his article

" Mitochondrial DNA in Aging and Disease " ( " Scientific American " , August 1997,

page 40) Douglas C. Wallace outlines the new discovery that many incurable, and

eventually fatal diseases are caused by defects in mitochondrial DNA - in the

DNA of the microscopic organelles which reside in, and power the cells of all

living things, including our selves.

 

Among the many diseases caused by defects in mitochondrial DNA is Multiple

Sclerosis. As fate would have it, MS was one of the 'incurable' diseases that I

had came down with in late 1985 - and promptly, if unwittingly, cured with the

daily seafood routine. That even defects in our mitochondrial DNA, and the

diseases this causes, can be cured - and prevented - by the simple inclusion of

the 72+ nutritional trace elements in our daily nutrition is an immensely

powerful discovery. It strongly implies that many diseases caused by 'acquired'

defects in human DNA - many so-called 'genetic' diseases - can be cured and

prevented just as simply, quickly, and effectively.

 

Today, and more than 15 years after my discovery, I continue to be in supreme

good health, and in far better shape than I was at 50. And instead of getting

weaker with age, my heart is also in far better shape than it was 15 years ago.

 

 

 

 

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[Guest guest]

Every time I walk or just get up from a sitting position or out of bed and

walk,my bones pop with almost every step that I take,is there something that

I can take to stop this?

 

-

" Frank " <califpacific

<gettingwell >

Saturday, January 25, 2003 8:10 PM

Story of Discovery

 

 

>

> http://www.truehealth.org/adiscovr.html

>

> It was 1972, and the only job I could find where we lived on Vancouver

Island at the time was spacing trees for a lumber company in the rugged Iron

Mountains of Vancouver Island. It was just before Thanksgiving, and to get

paid for the legal holiday we had to work the days before and after the

holiday. There were only two catches; it was raining so hard that I would

not have been surprised to find little fish and crabs in the Pacific

downpour - and everyone, except for me, had come down with the flu.

> Naturally, everyone showed up anyway, and as soon as our foreman left for

the day, everybody piled into the " crummy " . And there we sat all day, eight

people, seven of them sniffing and shivering with the fever and misery of

the flu, crammed like sardines in the enclosure on the back of a pick-up

truck, listening to the Pacific Ocean coming down on the roof. The misery

was total.

>

> Altogether, I spent at least 2 days before, and another two days after the

holiday in day-long crammed contact with my wheezing, sneezing, aching and

feverish buddies, since no one was allowed to go into the woods alone. But,

and incomprehensibly, I did not get the flu. This was truly amazing, since I

am normally among the first to catch the flu.

>

> There was an obvious reason though. It had been hot and dry for most of

the month before Thanksgiving, and I could not bear to drink the warm,

rubber-tasting water from the rubber-lined canvas bags on our belts. It was

awful. Instead, I had discovered that the blue huckleberries which grew here

and there were, although a bit on the tart side, an excellent, cool and very

refreshing alternative to the warm rubber water. So, whenever I encountered

a bush, I collected and ate a handful of huckleberries. This earned me the

nickname " Huckleberry Pete " . Since I was the only one who ate the berries,

and also the only one who did not get the flu - despite my long and close

exposure - the conclusion was obvious. There was a powerful and almost magic

elixir in the wild berries which protected me, of all people, from the flu.

Needless to say, from then on I heartily advocated wild huckleberries to my

family, friends and acquaintances for almost any ailment. As I found out

about 5 years later, I was right.

>

> The second miraculous cure occurred in 1974. Back in Vancouver by then, I

woke up one morning to find a little hole in the roof of my mouth. I did not

think anything of it, expecting it to disappear as mysteriously as it had

appeared. It didn't. Instead, it got bigger and bigger, and worse and worse,

until eating anything had become very painful.

>