Some things come out easy, but

[Guest guest]

Don't you love hearing me tell stories of how I ruined my life, made myself

sick, and/or caused myself years of unnecessary suffering? Isn't it a lot more

fun to read about me doing it than to do it to yourself? Well I've got a fun

one here for you. Sit back and enjoy. And do a little testing, ask some

questions, get some signals about yourself, while you are. Sitting back is a

good position to do that from.

And if you're a newbie, don't you feel like gloating a little bit when you

realize that you learned, in your first week or two, things it took me years to

discover, and cost me a lot of dues to discover?

When I cured my herpes I thought I still had it. Well, I did, but I didn't. I

kept finding it after every time I went to sleep. But it was still a valid

cure. When I took it out, it was gone. I was just getting it back for myself.

I was always a genius of making myself sick, that's for sure.

But this is not the reason I thought I still had herpes. I had two kind of

herpes -- that was diagnosed when I went for my original exam back in 1966 at

Memorial Hospital, and since around 15 interns looked at me then, and

they all said the same thing, I came away with a certainty that I had both HSV-1

and HSV-2 -- lip and genital. And though I never had another genital herpes

outbreak after the first day I cured it in 1993, I kept getting these lip cracks

every winter -- not just chapping, but cracks, and bleeding, and fever blisters

inside my mouth. And lots of people looked at those, including a bunch of

doctors who were my students back then, and they told me, " Tthat's herpes. "

So I assumed it was. The problem was, I couldn't find herpes in any of my

bodies, including the physical, when I tested for it, trying to cure those lip

cracks. And the cracks were very painful.

Now here's an example of something, the herpes virus, that comes out easy, but

you've got to actually take it out for it to come out easy.

This is three years later -- 1996. It's February -- freezing. I just left a

friend's house in Center City, Philadelphia, and I'm walking to my car. It's

22°, with a nasty breeze. And I'm in serious pain. My lips, the corners of my

mouth, are cracked and bleeding. I touch them, and there's blood on my fingers.

And I'm scanning, scanning my gravitational body and my spiral body, and I can

feel the bodies, and I go through them piece by piece. Yes, at that point in

time I was actually at the stage of my development as a master of curing where I

could feel my spiral and gravitational bodies, and do things with them, and scan

them. And I was scanning them, finding nothing.

And suddenly a real rage came over me. I mean I really got angry. And I was

actually walking down the street yelling at God. Fortunately there was nobody

out there, and the men with the butterfly nets were all safely tucked on standby

in warm hospital staff rooms, presumably drinking mugs of black, bitter hospital

coffee, so I felt at liberty to express my innermost insanity.

And it worked! I actually heard, clear as a bell, that angel that would

sometimes whisper in my ear, yelling back at me, " Test for allergies. "

And this is when I found out, for the first time, that allergies come out easy,

if you take them out -- in addition to finding out how stupid I'd been, how

dense, how I'd been testing for the wrong thing for years, how I'd been

operating from my head, making an assumption about what was wrong with me

instead of doing the kind of serious list scanning that I needed to be doing to

actually find the cause of the cracks. Because you can take out all kinds of

things, and feel a lot better, but --

Feeling good can be a fool's paradise.

You can still be hosting. And I was hosting an allergy.

Which I then removed.

Sure enough, when I felt back through my gravitational and spiral bodies, I

found irregularities, like little points of hard light, in them -- those were

the codes. Out they came. You can tell they're gone when you smooth your

spiral body over and it looks normal. And my mouth felt better. Still

bleeding, but better. The flesh was just more elastic. And I went home and

went to sleep.

When I woke up, my mouth cracks had healed. It had been an allergy to fruit

pectin. I scanned for it again, and it hadn't come back. Only a few times over

the ensuing 12 years have I found some allergies that could lead to lip cracks

-- I never got any more lip cracks, but a few times I felt like they could come

on, and found that allergy, and remove it. I never had another problem.

And you know what? That very same day I ate some fruit, some pineapple, to see

if I was still allergic to fruit pectin. And I found I could eat as much fruit

as I wanted in the winter without getting lip cracks.

And I like telling this story. It's a lot of stories rolled into one. And one

of the most important stories is the story about how I failed to help people,

failed to give them the Cure I could've been giving them all along, because I

thought my herpes wasn't cured. Oh, I told some of my students I thought they

could cure herpes, but most of them didn't have herpes. And I took no action to

give a cure for herpes to the world, to the people who had it, because I was

afraid I still had it. And all because I hadn't asked, tested a question that

would've taken me -- well, when I cured the allergies, the whole thing probably

took under a minute.

The world was one minute away from a cure for herpes, and I blocked it. That,

maybe, is the most important of all the stories contained in what I've just told

you.

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