Who are you allergic to? Denying your own self worth. Irritation to life.
The world is safe and friendly. I am safe. I am at peace with life.
Emotional congestion. Fear of the calendar. A belief in persecution. Guilt.
I am one with ALL OF LIFE. I am safe.
that made my summers miserable for over forty years, a very bad back that had some arthritis as did my knees. I was told my back would put me in a wheel chair unless I had surgery. Bottom line is that after going on the water cure my allergies were gone in about a week and my bad back and arthritis were gone in a month.
June 17, 2007
I finally had a moment to send you a follow up on my 11 year-old William. William was treated at Children's’ Hospital in Oakland, CA in 2005 for what we would soon learn was syncopal episodes. That is just a fancy way of telling us that he was chronically dehydrated. I’d never heard of such a thing and only half-heartedly followed through with the doctor’s recommendation. The doctor did not take the time to explain his reasoning in a way I could understand; after all, my children drank water, milk, juice and Gatorade all day! How could any of us be dehydrated?
I happened upon the water cure about 7 weeks ago. Suddenly everything I’d heard from that doctor came back to me. I realized that none of us were drinking the water we needed! As per Dr. Hitendra Patel’s suggestion, I had already put salt into our diet, however in small amounts. We weren’t getting enough of that either. I began to follow the protocol for water intake first. By the third day I realized I had not needed any allergy medications. I was impressed. I put the children on it and saw similar results. We were amazed. I thought this was proof enough that the Water Cure works.
By the way, it has been 7 weeks and the children and I have taken no allergy medications! Unfortunately my 11 year-old didn’t see our new venture as something he needed to take seriously. He went to a friend’s and swam in the hot sun for 6 hours, drinking soda all day. I was working late that evening and the kids weren’t reminded to have their water. The next morning I got up, filled our water glasses, prepared breakfast, doled out the vitamins and readied the water bottles, which would accompany us to church that morning. Imagine my horror when my son, who had only been standing for about 10 or 15 minutes during the music portion of the service, slumped into his chair and became frighteningly ridged, knocking over a row of chairs as he fell back. A doctor and an RN who witnessed the scene were sure it was a seizure. It was in the emergency room where my son looked at me with a very disturbing look. I asked him if he blamed me and he nodded. He looked me in the eye and told me he thought I was poisoning him! I felt compelled at that point to clarify to the doctor, in front of William, what I was giving my children. The doctor explained to William that what we were doing was called oral rehydration. He made it clear that doctors might give children in third world countries a similar solution when an IV was not available. He had to assure William that it wasn’t the salt-water that made him sick; it was the lack of it the day before. The blood work came back and confirmed the doctor’s diagnosis: The blood was above normal but there wasn’t enough fluid on board for William. He needed more than his body weight in water consumption. Doctor Marc Walter of Mark Twain St. Joseph’s Hospital in San Andreas, CA confirmed for us that information I’d learned from Dr. B’s work was accurate.