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May 31, 2010
Think About Where Your Food Comes From
Good News - Mostly
Dr. Steve talks with Parry LaVira from the Environmental Working Group about the recent mini-victory in Congress, labeling foods with the Country of Origin.
We now will have some idea where our food comes from. Considering the salmonella, e-coli and China food problems, this sounds like a little extra layer of protection for the American consumer.
In this exclusive interview Ms. LaVira explains that processed foods are exempt from this plan, as well as some others.
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Dr. Ann Wigmore's Life Story
My Life Story, by Dr. Ann Wigmore
The beginning of my life was meant to take
place in America because my father and mother planned to come here when
I was about to be born. However, this was not to happen – I was born
prematurely and very sickly in Lithuania. My father, who was a very
stubborn man, told my mother that since I was a girl, I had not a chance
to live and that I should be put in back of the barn for the wolves.
This is not uncommon in many European countries.
My grandmother was to live at the homestead after my parents departed for America. Another grandparent also stayed behind. It was customary for the grandparents to move in with the children when they became old or sick. But my grandmother was very active in the field of health. She was a nature doctor. She immediately rescued me and took me into the barn, where she fed me with goat’s milk through an eye dropper, so that I would survive. She kept me there for some time - until my health improved and I was able to move into the house. I stayed up there until I was five years old. My grandfather was an alcoholic. Life was not very pleasant either for my grandmother or me then, so my grandmother moved out and took me to another village until World War I broke out.
During the war, life was horrible and dangerous - simply a matter of survival and moving from place to place. At that time, however, my first and greatest interest was to be with sick people. I remember climbing through a window and entering a yard where casualties were brought after the battles. Some of their legs were cut off, some had been shot. I remember that there was a great deal of screaming.Occasionally we had to go to the root cellar in the yard, because it was unsafe to live even in the basement of the house. Three or four different families lived in that cellar. My mother was able, in spite of all the flying bullets and all of the dangers, to get hold of some food in the form of grass and seeds or whatever she could find that was not destroyed. Most of the gardens were trampled over. The food in the house was taken by the soldiers. The only life-giving foods available were grasses and weeds.Before the soldiers came, there was a great campaign to save foods, because we were told that when the Russians came, everything would be taken in that village. All the horrors were displayed in sketches explaining what would be done to the people if they would not cooperate and leave the village. My grandmother and I stayed behind for quite awhile, but then were forced to flee because there was no food available anywhere in that village. There was a battle, with bombs flying everywhere. We could see the explosions and fires burning all around us. My grandmother finally had us move in the middle of the night from a hollow full of water that would eventually have drowned us all, as we were waist deep in water.
In a remote section of war-torn Europe during the bloody First World War, and with hand encounters between Russian and Germans occupying two solid nightmarish years, I came to know the most wonderful physician in the world - my grandmother. Only the Almighty and nature could have given her the knowledge she bestowed everywhere. Resourceful, kindly, considerate, she was the unnamed leader of the few remaining villagers who huddled waist deep in water in the root cellar of that shell-blasted orchard.
Our hastily gathered provisions were gone and we gnawed bark from the tree roots which had pushed through the walls and chewed ordinary grass and seeds that my grandmother had brought back from her forays into the darkness of the nights. But rising water, drowning two of our little band, made our shelter a morgue, so grandmother led the scurry for life across the open fields as bullets - angry bumblebees - zipped past our ears. Some went down as we, like frightened chickens, dodging around the prostate forms, scattered in all directions.
But today, what I recall most vividly of that terribly drawn-out ordeal, is that grass and seeds brought me, a frail and sickly child, through alive. Yes, grass and seeds can also save people from the ravages of slow starvation leading inevitably to the huge premature death rate that so many countries are experiencing.
We traveled furtively through fields, hiding between bushes and trying to move into areas of safety - however, safety was nowhere to be found. Finally, we came to an empty house and moved into the cellar, where there was a fireplace. We stayed there for several days but then had to move again, and all during the time of moving, we could see the soldiers fighting, riding horses and running about, and the people scattering to different ditches, screaming.
Finally, we settled down in a haunted house where no one had lived since the family had been killed. I remember vividly that in this house my grandmother cared for sick people during the whole year after the war. We were able to get some sheep, customary in primitive countries where people had to make their own clothing in order to keep warm. Luckily, we had a spinning wheel in the house and somehow we were able to get some goats for milk. When we found the food which was stored by the family which had been killed, we were not only able to feed on it but to share with others.
There was a white kid, orphan of a goat the raiders had killed the week before. He was brought to my cousin and me in the cellar of the "haunted" house. Before daylight, I would visit the cave in the swamp where our remaining goat was hidden, get the milk and, with my cousin’s help, feed it to the tiny animal through a nipple made from an old rubber glove. The warring Russians had ruthlessly stripped the valley of all food, driving my grandmother from her home. The approach of biting winter weather frowned upon a starving village and we finally found shelter in this deserted farmhouse. For several days my cousin and I nursed the kid, ignoring the pitiful whimpering of little Whitey, my grandmother’s dog, begging for more milk.
This morning, the cries of the puppy annoyed my cousin who struck the wall near the animal's nose. This slight blow was enough - a crack opened wide as it spread upward, and a moment later I pushed into a well-concealed root cellar, crammed ceiling high with grain, seed, and root vegetables. It seems this precious food had been carefully hidden by people who had since been killed, and my grandmother, as she gathered us in her arms, whispered softly, “You four have saved this village from starvation. We now have enough food until spring.”
My job was to help my grandmother. We had a room full of bunks with sick people and ailing soldiers, battered by the war and left behind. My grandmother knew no enemy; either Russian or German wounded was welcome to be healed with her nurturing grass juices and poultices. Some of the villagers came to help with the soldiers. It was my grandmother’s job to act as a natural doctor. She always knew what to do. No matter what the problem, she always helped the people to get better, just as she had helped me to survive during early childhood. She told me how she used to put me in mud baths and how she would give me certain chlorophyll-rich foods.
She depended upon grasses, which were always available and she would use these on the soldier’s wounds. Before dawn, I was sent into the woods and fields to gather these wild foods. I traveled through fields, swamps and woodlands before daybreak and vividly remember how sleepy I was when my grandmother would wake me up. She would feed me with warm goat’s milk and dress me while my eyes were still closed. I was very young then, perhaps only six or seven years old. Every single day I would go through dangerous pastures and meadows to collect weeds, but I always had an animal with me, a dog, goat or sheep. This was the way I got acquainted with all kinds of wild creatures because I was very fearful at first, until I got in tune with them.
It was instilled in me that if I heard a dog bark or saw an indication that someone was coming, I should immediately flee from the area, as there were many robbers and murderers left after the war. Many times I would run through the woods with the goats, sheep or dog, as they tried to protect me. Occasionally, I would encounter a very dangerous place where farmers' cows and other animals were killed for meat by some robbers. I was in constant danger, yet I had a feeling that this was the greatest contribution I could make to help my grandmother - taking care of the animals.
A cow was given to her, but it had to be sold so that the money could be spent for things that were necessary for the house. All of our foods had to be grown in the small garden. Grandmother would be gone practically all day to take care of sick folk in the village. Our neighbors were very generous with their time and would come to help me for many months when I got sick with malaria and other illnesses, but my grandmother was always cheerful and assured me I would survive. She always told me I had a mission.
When I was able to get back on my feet, my grandmother decided that I should go out to work on a farm to earn money for my trip to America: I was then about nine years old. She always considered my future, and she thought that I should have more experience of being with other people, so she sent me to work on a farm. She felt that I should always be in a good environment.
On that farm, the father had passed on, and the mother took care of it with the help of five unmarried daughters. The oldest one was the director of the farm and the other daughters were under her supervision. I was to receive (in American money) about $12 a month, which was to be saved for coming to America to fulfill my mission.
I was very lonely at first on the big farm away from my grandmother, but I tried to adjust myself to being away, although I would cry way into the night. The work was very hard. The oldest girl planned continuously to sell the farm, because the other girls were not interested in it; they did take care of the animals well. I had to feed the horses, cows, sheep and goats. I used to be in the stables most of the time, taking care of the horses. They had a little colt that was deformed and much smaller than the others. They had planned to sell it, but I begged them to let me care for it and raise it myself, so that later I could sell it and save the money towards my trip to America. I liked to take care of sickly animals and bring them back to health.
I watched the colt grow into a beautiful horse through my love and care, improving and becoming a very useful horse on the farm. One day, I saw a farmer beating a horse, one that was different from all the others, a war horse that had been left behind by the soldiers. The horse was very sickly, so I asked the farmer to sell it to me. I bought it, using some of the money I was saving for my trip, but I was bound to have that horse, and to rescue it when I saw that it was not healthy, as I do for other animals even to this day.
So, when I brought it home, the girls thought it was silly of me to buy this kind of weak, poor-looking horse that would be of no use with the farming. I fed him and tried to ride him, but he bucked and didn’t seem to respond. We tried to put a harness on him and he rejected it. Finally he became cooperative and loving and I was able to ride him without a saddle. Every Sunday I would ride him to the city, a distance of about 13 miles, to visit my grandmother.
By this time my grandmother had returned to the city and I used to see her once a week. Most of the time, I would walk or ride my beautiful horse. I needed to sell the horse but for no other reason than to get money to go to America. I needed to work very hard to earn enough money so that at the age of sixteen I would be able to go to America, as my grandmother had continually insisted. I even went out to various farms to do extra work, especially during the period of harvesting.
I remember on one particular day, we cut the wheat, rye and hay by hand. The oldest girl was the main farmer and I was her assistant. We would bring in the seeds and thrash them by hand. It was a very exciting time when we took the seeds to market, perhaps once a month. We had to go long distances to the city market.
On other special Saturdays we had to take a sauna outdoors for a bath. There would be about three or four women from the village also, for there was a separate time schedule for men and women. I remember running from the house to the sauna without any clothes on and in winter I would roll in the snow. One of the girls was quite playful. She would always make eyes at the boys and try to lure some of the suitors who came to court the older girls (who were supposed to be married first). The younger girls were not allowed to participate in this courting; therefore, she would always run away from the farm but always came back to tell her sisters about the experiences she had had. She even fell in love with one of the farmer’s sons, but could not marry him.
The oldest girl, who was supposed to be married first, was not very pretty, but she was a real farmer type. There was no heat in the house where I lived, except for a wooden stove that was used most of the time only for cooking and baking. A small oven-type settee was in the living room, which we could sit on to warm ourselves during the baking and cooking time, but outside of that the house was very cold. We had to keep warm by being very active, although the invigorating steam bath made us warm on Saturday evening.
As the years went by, I had accumulated nearly enough money to go to America. One day I had to go to the city for my inoculations to enter the States. When I returned, I felt very drowsy, and the girls could not rouse me in the morning - I could not move or speak. Then the excitement really began when they took me for dead. All of the girls started to cry, wondering how they would bury me without my grandmother present. All this time I could hear them talking, crying and carrying on. They had distributed among themselves the scant few clothes that I had prepared for the American trip. I was desperately trying to scream or move, but nothing happened. It was the most frightening thing that I have ever experienced. I was afraid that I would be buried alive, as so many others had been before me. There were no doctors, but the girls searched for my grandmother. Then I heard a commotion - my grandmother coming through the field with her little dog, Whitey.
Whitey had come so often to visit me, and now he came running from about twenty feet toward the house, through the door, jumped right up on my chest and began licking my face. As my grandmother approached, everyone was saying, “She’s dead!”
Grandmother said, “She’s NOT dead - a dog wouldn’t lick a dead person.” My grandmother began to put me into cold water, then hot water, and began to massage me to bring me back to life. Gradually I was able to move, and in a few days to sit up and get my health back.
Just when I was ready for my trip, the value of the mark went down. The situation was very serious for many who sold their property. I remember going thirteen miles to town to see about the money values but it seemed useless to try to get any help - there was nothing to do but start over again. I remember before the devaluation of the money, people were selling their homes for very high prices. But when the value of the mark reached the bottom, people committed suicide and many of them died from starvation. Many families left for the big cities, looking for a way to start again, but the situation seemed to get more and more difficult. Fortunately, my uncle had planned to go with me to America, and he was some help, so we managed to arrive after many delays. It took us over two months before I left for Middleboro, Massachusetts.
I went to the passport office to make arrangements only to find that they had sold our reservations to someone else. We had to borrow money for another passage and buy someone else’s place. My uncle refused to go home until we had secured our tickets, and we rented a little room in that big city to stay in until we had secured passage.
Meanwhile, I was very curious about big city life. I wanted to know how the electric lights worked. I thought it was strange how the city lights burned without oil and lighted the room - they looked like big candles. I took the little light bulb out of the lamp and put my finger inside the socket to see what made it burn. I was knocked out cold on the floor and remained unconscious for a long time! From then on, I began to think, “I must not rush into anything so fast without understanding what it is.” But I was, and still am, a very curious person. I had had no formal schooling, but this did not stop me from doing things. With God’s help, I thought that nothing was impossible.
When we finally reached the boat, I was down to skin and bones. I was very sick on the ship and I was continually gagging and vomiting - unable to eat anything. The only thing I remember eating that was very soothing was an orange - my first one, although I did not eat them later on in life. We were lodged way down below the decks. It was a horrible place, with such a foul smell that it was difficult to stay there, so I stayed on deck most of the time, as the boat rolled and rolled. I asked God to let me be pushed into the ocean, so that I wouldn’t have to go down again into that hole which was my room, because I could not stand the smell of vomit.
Finally we arrived in America, at Ellis Island. There the people looked at me with my very long, golden hair and told me I had attracted some lice and they would have to cut my hair off. I learned later that more than likely they sold my hair to a wig maker! This unnecessary act made me very unhappy because I didn’t want my parents to see me for the first time with a bald head. They would think that I was a sickly person because I was so thin after losing so much weight. I was down to about seventy pounds.
When I arrived my father was disgusted because he had thought he would have someone to work hard for him, which was why he let me come to live in his house. When he saw me, he was more disappointed than ever. Neighbors came to help me, bought me American clothes, and prepared me for the new life in America.
My mother was very humble, never having anything to say or disputing my father’s ideas. Those time were very difficult for me – going from one adjustment to another. From the very beginning, my father and I didn’t get along. He wanted me to settle down and get married because I was about sixteen. I began to work for him in his bakery and candy store, where my job was to deliver the bread. I had to be up before four o'clock in the morning for this. He also had me feed the pigs and cows that he had grazing on the other side of town. I used to bring garbage to the pigs through the town, which I did not like to do.
I was very disappointed in American life because I thought it would be entirely different, as my grandmother had told me that the streets were lined with gold. I did not mind the hard work as much as the very restricted life with my father, which I resented. It was not like the hard life with my grandmother, where there was a lot of love and togetherness - life with my real family was very cold.
I became sick from eating candy and donuts from the bakery and my teeth began to fall out. I became very sad and was sick most of the time. One day I was driving the wagon to deliver bread when one of the horses got scared and began to run, so I pulled on the reins and dropped one. As the horses turned around, they tipped the wagon over and it fell on top of me and began to crush me. Both my legs and an ankle were broken, and I was choking to death until someone came along just in time to lift the wagon off of me.
They took me out and on to the hospital. After a two-week treatment the doctors said that gangrene had set in and my legs would have to be amputated, because there was no way that I could possibly live with the gangrene. I said no, that I wanted to go home. The doctor and the nurses were upset and would not attend me anymore. My parents wouldn’t come to visit me. My body burned with fever and I wanted to die. I didn’t see how I could live without legs.
God will always send someone to help if you just pray and call out. It was my alcoholic uncle who answered my call and helped me through these trying times. He placed me underneath a tree in an area where there was grass, and I kept chewing the grass and weeds like dandelion, purslane and lambsquarter. I wanted some water, but no one would come near me because my father said I was in that condition because I had disobeyed him. It was months before I could even walk with my crushed legs, but they healed. As I got better, I ran away once to a farm, but was discovered and brought back home again because I was not yet eighteen.
My father got very angry at many of my actions, because I didn’t eat what they supplied in the bakery anymore, neither the candy nor the dairy products they sold. He punished me over and over for disobeying him. I knew if I ate the flour and milk or cheese that I would never get well. After nearly a year of abuse from him, I heard him downstairs one night making arrangements to have me taken away and married to a person I did not know who was much older than I was. He was going to get money for forcing me to go with that stranger!
Because of this, I ran away again and my parents were unable to find me. I was eighteen by now and was, for the first time, strictly on my own. I had many jobs, such as child sitting, house cleaning, and restaurant work. While in the restaurant, my legs gave out again completely, and the woman I worked twenty hours a day for got very angry when I had to leave, and didn’t pay me my wages. I walked with an old suitcase for about ten miles with terribly painful legs and then decided to go to Brockton Hospital where I had previously worked. I asked them if I could stay there until my legs healed, and when I was better I would work there again to repay them.
They agreed and when I improved, they put me in a cancer ward to help patients suffering in the most severe stages. This is where I learned what it was to pass on from cancer, and I would go into the bathroom and cry. It was very hard for me to understand why people had to go through so much suffering and pain. This was when my real interest in cancers began, because I didn’t think it was necessary for people to go through such a horrible experience before they died. For a year and a half, I was very joyful in a way because I loved to work with the patients and try to help - but to hear them crying and screaming was almost more than I could bear.
I turned twenty-one and my real struggles were to begin. A friend introduced me to my future husband, who looked like a gentleman, and he wanted to take me out. I was very shy, reluctant, nervous and afraid to go out with this person, for my grandmother had warned me before coming to America never to let any boys take advantage of me.
I did finally consent to go out with him. He used to shower me with gifts of candy. I ate them to be polite, but got migraine headaches. So, I asked him to bring me fruit instead. I was always afraid to take expensive gifts from the opposite sex.
The time came when he really wanted to marry me, and he brought me home to meet his mother. His family lived in Stoughton, where his father was a contractor. His mother, who was very dictatorial, was always finding fault with her husband. When he could get out, he would sit in the barn by the hour, not wanting to come into the house because his wife was always nagging and complaining. There was always some sort of argument in the house. I desperately wanted to adjust to that environment and although it was very difficult, I did everything possible to do so.
I finally married him, and it wasn’t six months before his father died, and my husband bought the house. We had to live there with his mother, who did not feel well - she always argued and was unhappy and turned her nagging and complaining toward me and her son, who then took it out on me. I felt like a whipping boy.
Eleven years passed and I could not get pregnant so I decided to change my diet and eliminate meat and sweets. I became ill and when I went to the doctor, he told me that I was pregnant but because of tumors in my uterus, he didn’t think I could possibly survive the birth. I had great problems during labor, and when I came back home, I was never really well there afterwards, even though I had the joy of my life, my precious child. My headaches were getting better, but I was never really happy there, because of the way I was treated.
I needed to find people who treated me respectfully and lovingly, and joined various church groups and served as chairperson of banquet committees. We had a huge estate with over one hundred acres of land, and I worked very hard and planted a large beautiful garden with every fruit tree and flower available. My little baby girl was always by my side in her cradle, watching the butterflies, clouds and birds as I worked in the garden. This was the only time I was happy, when I was with her.
The baby girl became very sick and my husband gave me a harder time. He was jealous that I could not give him as much attention as before because I needed to care for my daughter, and he was disappointed that the baby was not a boy. Our relationship worsened and my husband became more dictatorial. The more time I gave to our daughter, the more difficult things became between us.
I had very serious blood poisoning in a finger and went to a doctor who operated on me and gave me my first drugs for the pain. As before, I lapsed into a coma. In the mornings, the doctors would pass my bed in the hospital and say, “Well, I don’t think she will live anyway, so we don’t need to do anything.” That went on for awhile and I came out of the coma. Then I began to understand why I had to come to this country and go through so much struggling, unhappiness and sickness - so that I could learn lessons about sickness and be ready to help other people in similar situations. I began to pray for guidance, which I always received.
One early morning I was lying on a couch reading a Bible and asking God what I should do. I asked why I must be in this predicament. Why was it necessary to find solutions for so much sickness and unhappiness? Then a revelation came. It was almost like a voice saying, “Become a minister and build temples.” It was nearly three years before I understood that "temples" meant "holy healthy bodies." I thought, how can I become a minister?
For help, I went to a Methodist minister and asked him what to do. He looked at me and told me I was crazy and that I should forget all about it because I was a woman, and at my age, I could not become a minister. He said I had other obligations – with my husband and my family. I said to myself that I certainly could not forget the revelation that was given to me by God… it was God speaking to me through ideas. I thought there must be some way to fulfill my mission.
Then I got in touch with a woman I read about in a newspaper. I called her up and told her that I wanted to belong to one of her groups. She said that every person who came into her group had to be investigated, so I told her to come and investigate me and see for herself that I was a reliable person. She invited me to join her professional women’s group. At the time, I was a furrier working from my home - I had gone to school for a year to learn the fur business. This woman, I learned later, was studying for the ministry, so she immediately gave me literature that opened a way, a correspondence course from the Unity School of Christianity.
After I had finished the course, I had to go to Missouri and study at the main campus; thereafter, I had to go back for a one month refresher course every year for four years. My husband resented it, but I was determined to continue to the finish to follow God’s request.
As I was away so much, my husband and daughter spent more time together. Finally, he asked me to choose between him and my career. How could I turn down God? He took a shotgun from the closet and told me he would kill me before he let my career come between us. I was not at all upset or fearful and I sat at the kitchen table and looked up at him and said that I would be going back to Missouri. I added I would leave him soon and he could kill me if he wished because I had to follow God’s mission for me. He then laid down his gun and cried like a baby. So then he told me that if I went, I could not come back. I kissed him goodbye, said goodbye to my daughter and proceeded with my plans, hoping that he would come to his senses when I returned.
When I got to school in Missouri I found an article my husband had printed in the hometown paper, saying that I had run away from home, deserting my sixteen year old daughter. He made many other false accusations in it, because he was out of his mind and was determined to ruin my character. I needed him to support me in this holy work, and he was fighting me. I felt pulled in two directions but knew I had to follow God’s plan for me.
I stayed in Missouri to finish that month’s course but then returned and filed for a divorce, as he wished. I signed papers his lawyer wrote turning the entire estate over to him, giving everything away to him, if he would only promise not to have our daughter involved in the court sessions as I wanted to protect her from the pain she and I would feel in hearing lies about me. He broke his promise and brought her to court anyway, and she was exposed to horrible lies about me. I prayed that one day she would know how much I loved her and wanted to protect her from those awful proceedings. He paid the divorce lawyer one thousand dollars.
I was completely without a penny, but borrowed money to go back to school where I had to start from scratch again. I stayed with friends for about a week, and finally stayed alone in a room I found. I continued with the fur work and started a massage business also, to help put me through school.
One day a friend asked me to go help her sister on Cape Cod who was afflicted with cancer and I agreed to go for a few days to take care of her. When I got there, her sister Frances wanted me to stay with her and also help her to study. I wanted to become a Doctor of Divinity, so I helped Frances and studied for the ministry at the same time. After she passed on, I stayed for one and a half years more.
Because of the emotional problems and finding out that I had cancer of the colon, it was a great help for me to be able to stay at a quiet place to gather together my resources for my mission. It was good for me to be alone and I prayed a lot. I was given twenty-five dollars a week by the trustees to care for the estate, and this helped with my schooling and my work in overcoming the cancer problem. I put a great deal of effort into completing the work that I so loved, helping people spiritually, mentally and physically. This effort helped me to survive all of my loneliness for my daughter. My stay on Cape Cod opened a new life for me and afterwards I went to Boston to give classes on spiritual enfoldment and to continue with the help I was giving my body for self-healing.
My first experience on the Cape was to visit some rose gardens. As I sat on a bench, I enjoyed the scene of beautiful roses and gorgeous colors. I looked down and saw some birds. One was struggling and sick; the other was dead. I looked at it, curious to know what had happened. Asking the caretaker what had caused them to become ill, I was horrified to hear that he had just sprayed the roses and this was a consequence of the spraying.
So, I went back to the estate and started a little garden in the yard. The land was sandy, but I took compost from the kitchen and began to enrich the soil. I remembered the neighbors’ gardens close by, where everything was sprayed, but which still had flying insects, and I planted some beans. When they sprouted, I noticed that no bugs came close to those in my garden. I wanted to prove that when the soil was healthy, insects and pests would not touch fruits and vegetables planted there anymore than germs would not touch a healthy body. From this point on, I became interested in organic gardening even more than before.
Work started almost immediately after that in Boston, even though I was still living at the Cape. I was sent to visit a woman suffering from back problem. I kept asking her what I could do about starting a nursing home and she told me of a man who was interested in health care who was retiring. He had been publishing a paper on health, and he might be willing to help me. Finally, I was able to make an appointment to meet him in a hotel on Copley Square. I waited in one hotel for him, while he waited in another. I made another appointment to meet him in the library. We finally met, and he seemed to be very much interested in my persistence and in what I was trying to do. He invited me to come occasionally to Boston to help him with his paper, which I did.
When the time came for me to leave the estate on the Cape I moved to my sister’s in Connecticut, but my brother-in-law did not agree with my ideas about health. I baked on a hot plate and lived on less than twenty-five cents a day for over eight months. I had to live on cooked food there and I became very sick again. I traveled to Boson every week to work on the paper but then decided it was time for me to be on my own. I didn’t have any funds to work with so I borrowed money from my cousin and rented a room on the sixth floor of a building on Cumberland Street.
The colon cancer had returned when I came to Boston from the country. The air was polluted as was the water. There was no place in the city that had good healthy food or even fresh vegetables or fruits. It was important for me to get healthy again, so I went to the Charles River bank for weeds and grasses. This improved my health, which was very bad from eating the cooked baked foods at the Cape and in Connecticut.
I was given the health magazine to publish! One evening I was on my way to my sister’s house in Connecticut. I was very tired and pulled off the road and went to sleep in my car. I was awakened by the morning sun, which shone so brightly in my eyes that this brightness took on a new beginning. Then and there I knew that the Rising Sun Christianity had to be born. It was a new beginning for me and a way to share with others. Since then, I have never stopped working, day and night, for a better world, first physically, because then the mental and emotional self would gain strength in order for the spiritual union with body to take place. I sent a paper on this to thirty-five different countries. I mailed the information on health through sprouting, living food and easy-to-digest nourishment and corresponded with people all over the world.
During my ride to Connecticut, everything
seemed to unfold slowly and I began to understand what I was to do. From
then on, I was guided daily, step-by-step, toward this ultimate goal,
which is now in existence. There was much discouragement. There were
problems I was facing for the first time, alone, and I had no funds and
no home.
Boston was the place where I felt I must unfold. For nourishment, I went to the vacant lots where I gathered weeds and grasses and used them for food. In doing this, I returned to the source of nourishment which had, in the past, greatly improved my health, although this took considerable time.
During that fall, I was able to work in many areas, mailing out information, studying, working on the magazine, etc. I will still quite tired and had to sleep long hours and this bothered me very much as I felt there was not enough time to do all of the things I had to do. Winter was coming and I was concerned about where I was to obtain the grasses and weeds that I had been gathering from the outdoors to live on. At that time, I asked God again to help and protect me.
One beautiful thing happened regarding sprouting, which I considered a great step toward better nourishment. I adopted a sick monkey from a pet shop. At that time, I was helping ill animals wherever I found them. I had been nourishing myself on dry seeds and fed these to the monkey. I noticed she was having difficulty swallowing or digesting the seeds and discovered it was because she was toothless. I wanted to soften the seeds so I put them between two moist towels and, lo and behold, I was led to re-discover the timeless act of sprouting – the seeds opened and put out little tender shoots or sprouts within several days! These easily digested sprouts from softened seeds led me to explore further and that’s how I came to give the world the benefit of my discovery of sprouting - through the love of a pet.
I gave her some fruit also, but her main diet was soft seed in the form of sprouts. I decided to use the same sprouts myself, and I know the Creator gave me the idea of how to add more nourishment to my body through loving that monkey: “as ye do unto the least of them, ye do unto Me.” I began to grow wheat, buckwheat, rye, timothy grass, cats, etc. There must have been six or seven different grains.
Two of them grew very fast - buckwheat and wheatgrass. I kept giving the buckwheat to the monkey, which she enjoyed, and I also began to use it in my salads. These replaced the weeds I had been using before winter came. I was happy because I now had a replacement for the weeds and grasses and felt well prepared to nurture my body. I continued to grow the different grasses and greens and fed them to my pets, observing which ones they liked best. By that time, I had a raccoon, monkey, two cats and a few other animals which I kept in friends’ homes as I was not allowed to have pets in my room. I enjoyed taking care of sick animals and watching them get healthy.
My observations showed me that every pet preferred to eat the wheatgrass and buckwheat, but especially loved the wheatgrass. The cats not only kept eating the wheatgrass, but would lay about in it, as well!
About this time I began to be curious as to what were the best nutritional elements contained in the wheatgrass. I discovered that after seven days, wheatgrass was more powerful than the previous six days to heal wounds or make me healthier. I was to find out later that on the seventh day, the wheat grass puts out negative ions, which make us feel great. These are the same ions we feel during a shower, or at the beach when the waves are crashing, or after a rain. Before the seventh day, the grass is pulling the negative ions out of anything or anyone around it, and leaves one feeling depleted.
- contributed by Dr. Flora van Orden III
Learn more about Dr. Ann's Raw Living Foods Lifestyle at http://chidiet.com.
May 19, 2010
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May 17, 2010
Increasing Risks for Newborn Infants
Increasing the Risk of Health
Problems
It only makes sense when you think about it but a new study shows that early planned C-Sections are setting the baby up for all kinds of birth-related health issues. Not only that but we know that early births are problematic anyway.
Organs have not finished growing and maturing. Health issues down the road are almost a certainty for preemies, whether planned for or not.
It seems like a high price to pay for mom's comfort and the doctor's convenience. The study appears in the New England Journal of Medicine.Full Story:
http://www.webmd.com/baby/news/20090107/early-planned-c-sections-put-baby-at-risk
May 16, 2010
Interesting Facts About Water
Recently I talked about water and how much of it we should be drinking. Wow! Did I get feedback! Here are some of the related facts that people sent me:
75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated. In 37% of Americans the thirst mechanism is so weak that it is often mistaken for hunger. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a University of Washington study.
Lack of water is the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as much as 3%. A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on the computer screen or on a printed page.
Drinking adequate water daily decreases the risk of colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast cancer by 79%, and one is 50% less likely to develop bladder cancer. It can also significantly ease back and joint pain for up to 80% of sufferers.
Summer Corn Salad Raw Food Recipe
(Just make sure you get your corn from an organic market!)
May 15, 2010
Healing Gangrene, by Dr. Ann Wigmore
by Dr. Ann Wigmore, after she was run over by a wagon as a young lady
I tried to eat everything green I could find. But my uncle refused to search for possible herbs. He was fearful that through his ignorance he would bring me poisoned vegetation. He did give me flowers, which I would consume ravenously after he left me in the morning. Also, by reaching down beside the bench I was able to fill my stomach with ordinary grass, which my grandmother believed held every nutrient required for human health. And so, through the long days, I was able to obtain the kind of food which my body seemed to need; that is, both fresh from the earth and untreated with heat. By having my uncle move the bench around the yard on my plea that the sun would reach me better, I was able to supply my body with fresh grass each day...
With the young hospital surgeon was the “doctor with gray whiskers,” as my sister had called him. Together they inspected my legs. Finally, they conferred together in low tones and told me that had decided to tell my father I was recovering. They called him from the house. He listened impatiently, and the information seemed to infuriate him. He could not understand or accept that he had been wrong in his decision to have my feet removed...
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I was induced to return to the Middleboro Hospital for the doctors to see. They made no comment, merely shaking their heads as they inspected the X-ray films which showed that the bones had knitted firmly. All signs of gangrene had vanished. |
From Why Suffer?: How I Overcame Illness & Pain Naturally, by Dr. Ann Wigmore, ND, DD
May 14, 2010
Super Mineral Soup (green smoothie) Recipe
Super Mineral Soup
1 Cucumber
4 Stalks of Celery
Handful of Parsley
Bunch of Watercress
Bunch of Arugula
2 Tomatoes
2 Handfuls of Baby salad mix
1 Avocado
1/2 of a medium red onion
1 clove of garlic
1/4 cup of extra virgin olive oil
Juice of one lemon
1/2 cup of Dulse
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The Development & Promotion of Health - Part 3
by Dr. T. Colin Campbell, MD, PhD, Part 3
continued from Part 2: http://rawlife.org/detox/promotion-of-health.htm
My third case involves something fairly recent. It has to do with a couple of committees that are responsible for setting national nutrition policy. One of the committees is called the Dietary Guidelines Committee; generally run by the U.S. Dept. of Agriculture, which has a heavy bias toward livestock production.
That Committee, the Dietary Guidelines Committee is responsible for establishing the food pyramid; information that is now well known to the public. They basically, every five years, come out with a new updated report and give their judgment to any new science that may reflect on the kinds of foods that they could recommend that ought to be consumed.
There has been a lot of trouble incidentally with that report over the years because there has been quite a lot of controversy associated with it. It has been basically biased, I think it's fair to say, toward the recommendation and emphasis given to animal-based foods as opposed to plant-based foods. In no way has that report or that committee ever really given voice to the idea that plant-based might be a really good thing.
In any case, that's one committee. That's the committee I referred to in the question at the beginning of this lecture about having to go to court to expose who is associated with what. That committee and the more recent report was comprised of 11 members and it turned out that of those 11 members, after the court rendered its decision and forced them to reveal their associations, six of those people, the majority, had an association with the dairy industry and it generally wasn't known to the public prior to that. I really find that very troublesome. And the court also found that the chairman of the committee had accepted personally more than the maximum amount of money (from the dairy industry) that was allowed without in fact being exposed to the public.
So there were problems with the report and we had to go to court, so to speak, not me, but an organization that took them to task to get that kind of information. Incidentally, telling what associations we have with the private sector as I mentioned before, was almost a sacred thing to do on these reports. I always recall actually filling out these conflicts of interest forms and being very careful how to do it. I was always told it was very important for the public to know what associations we might have.
All of a sudden, now we're involved in a situation on a very important committee like that where we have to go to court to find out what associations they may have and what did we learn? We learned that the majority of people have a strong association with the dairy industry that could benefit from the way the report was phrased. That's one report that tells us what kinds of food we should be consuming. That report in turn comes up with some of the recommendations in considerable measure by considering the results of a second committee.
The second committee is the Food and Nutrition Board of the National Academy of Sciences, and that committee at the Food and Nutrition Board, specifically every five years, reviews again the scientific literature and determines what net levels of nutrients we should be consuming. They're the ones that have come up with the recommended daily allowance recommendations, the RDAs, that are used extensively in food labeling and food claims. RDAs have become a part of our society in many ways and it's that committee that sets those limits.
As you might imagine, the numbers that are actually arrived at become very important in terms of indicating what is permissible to saying what is not permissible to say, and to say nothing of the guidelines that they give for major programs. And by guidelines, I might add, these two committees, the USDA and the Food Nutrition Board on the other hand, are working closely with each other, in tandem essentially.
Those two committees basically provide the fundamental information that is used to structure questions concerning the school lunch program or the hospital or prison food programs or the women and infants and children's WIC) programs, as well as to structure the kinds of claims that can be made on food labels. So, I can't overemphasize the results that these two committees come up with every five years, because they really do set the standards for a broad range of activities in the food sector in our country. They also come up with the kind of information that becomes popularly known and widely publicized.
In any case, let's go back to the most recent Food and Nutrition Board's (FNB) report of 2002.
The chairman of the FNB at that time was the same man who was the chairman of the FNB who had been sued and then had to reveal his associations with the dairy industry, along with his colleagues. His committee was getting 49% (almost half!) of their money from the dairy industry and this was certainly something I had never heard of before. It was something new and it was a lot of money.
It allowed the committee to go forward and so here we have the chairman, who has a major hand in picking the members of the committee, also overseeing the money coming in from the dairy industry to put this report together. Now maybe one can argue that that's all OK, as long as its open and we know exactly what the evidence really is. But I think for a lot of people already, there are a lot of flags going up as to what might be coming out of that report.
Now let's look and see what came out of the report, what really did they find? It turns out that during the time that that report was doing its business and coming up with the recommendations of how much protein should be consumed and how much fat should be consumed and carbohydrates, particularly the refined carbohydrates, when they were coming up with the report to come up with these numbers, at the same time the World Health Organization (WHO) was doing a similar study and were coming up also with recommendations of how much of the nutrients were considered to be in the healthy range.
FNB Recommendations
The Food and Nutrition Board (FNB) came up with recommendations for fat, protein and refined carbohydrates; those are the three I want to consider with you. The dietary fat recommendation was such that (this was incidentally a conclusion on the first page of their executive summary of the news release, I mean it was very prominent when it was announced) they actually raised the bar on the amount of fat that would be allowed in the diet from 30%, which previously had been established by us and many others at the National Academy of Sciences (NAS) , to 35%, and using the statement that this was consistent with minimizing the risk for chronic diseases. This exact. I'm quoting verbatim from the summary.
They said that "35% fat was now permissible to be consumed in diets in order to minimize the risks for chronic disease," that of course being cancer, heart disease, diabetes and the like. They also suggested that children can consume up to 40% fat. Well, this is just a major departure from what had previously been done and all the information we had been getting during the last 20-40 years, they're suddenly coming along and telling us it's OK, we can consume diets even higher in fat than had been recommended. That was troublesome enough.
But then, let's go to the question concerning refined carbohydrates. Now, I've already talked in a previous lecture about refined carbohydrates being the bad guys as far as carbs are concerned and refined carbohydrates specifically being the sugars like glucose and sucrose and the refined parts of the carbohydrates like white starch that's been extracted from the plants (like white flour and white rice).
In any case, the refined carbohydrates is the one that's been taking the rap in recent years as many people know and of course appropriately so because refined carbohydrates get absorbed more rapidly, they get associated with diabetes and obesity. We know these things.
And higher levels of lipids (fats), such as triglycerides. So, we know that refined carbohydrates are not the kinds of things to include in our diet to any significant extent.
Well, how much was being suggested that was consistent with minimizing chronic disease, and that's again using their criteria for minimizing chronic disease? They came to the conclusion that up to 25% of our calories could be from refined carbohydrates and they explicitly said that what they were referring to was candies, pastries and things like that!
I think that anyone with any common sense would find that really quite surprising to say that 25% of our calories can be in the form of candies and pastries! Especially in the case of pastries also containing considerable amounts of lipid (fat). In any case, it was being widely reported that they had this figure of 25% as the upper limit for refined carbohydrates.
At the same time, the World Health Organization (WHO) was doing their report. They were working through these numbers: same data, same information and coming up with their own recommendations. Word got out that they were going to set a limit of 10%. Not 25% but 10%. Well, that's really when it hit the fan because the sugar industry in this country, who had been funding this Food and Nutrition Board report in part (specifically M&M/Mars was involved in providing this funding, the soft drink industry who was providing the funding) and so the sugar industry then contacted the WHO Committee as well as the WHO itself and advised them that they better change this 10% figure to the 25% figure that was consistent with what the U.S. had just done.
A friend of mine was chair of that committee and I know some of the details of this information. I've seen the correspondence that went on. The sugar industry basically threatened the Committee at the WHO, saying, "If you don't change this to be consistent with the U.S. level of 25%, we have powerful friends in the White House and in the Department of Health, and more particularly we have powerful friends in Congress. And we're gong to go to these people and get the United States to withhold funding from the United Nations and specifically to withhold funding from the WHO if they were going to stick by this 25% figure."
It's a very sordid story. On the one hand, we can raise questions of why was it set at 25% in the first place. Well, the fact that M&M/Mars and the soft drink industry and others were funding that report, I don't think it's just an accidental association: I think the information speaks for itself.
The final recommendation that they made, which I think was more startling than anything I can possibly imagine; they suggested that we could go as high as 35% of calories in the form of protein in order to minimize chronic disease risk.
Now, in the lectures that I've been giving here at Cornell, most of this information regarding the effects of protein on these diseases tend to occur in the 10-20% protein range. In other words; as we increase protein intake from 10-11% or so up to 22-23%, that's when we see evidence suggesting increases in cancer risks, increase in cholesterol concentration, increase in loss of calcium from the bones, increases of this and that and everything else. In other words, we're already consuming enough protein.
I should point out that the range of protein intake that we now have become accustomed to in this country is already in excess of what is needed.
In prior years, we always said that 10% protein was enough. That was the RDA. But, because of this worship of protein that has existed in this society for so long, most people are consuming diets somewhere between 11% and 22% whee all we need is 10%, so already we're consuming in excess.
The average protein intake in this country is about 17% and 70% of that 17% is animal-based. So, we're consuming protein rich diets now that one could argue has a lot to do with determining our risk of cancer and heart disease and many of these other diseases that I've mentioned.
All of a sudden the NB comes along and says, "Hey, we now have evidence that we can go all the way up to 35% protein, where almost nobody goes, and that's associated with minimized chronic disease risk."
Somebody might ask, "Were there any companies involved in funding this report that had an financial interest in the protein question?"
Well, one of the most powerful dairy conglomerates in the world was helping to do this report and much of our protein intake in the United States comes from dairy foods. In fact, one can argue that dairy food consumption has been justified to a considerable extent not only because of the presence of calcium. [Dr. Flora: Remember, you have learned in our classes that bones are not made from calcium containing foods, but from potassium, magnesium and silica containing foods.]
Concluding Remarks on Government and Health
Here we have a Food and Nutrition Board report sort of coming right out in our face telling us that they are going to drastically change the recommendations that we're previously had all for the purpose of reducing cancer and heart disease risk and the risk of all these other diseases that I've reviewed in this course. And, we also find that the people involved in this are associated with the industry (dairy, cola, sugar, candy, etc.) It's not terribly well known who's associated with whom and how much association they really have. We find that the industry supports this report and I find the entire process appalling. [Dr. Flora: And illegal, immoral, and is killing us.]
Now I've told you three cases. I could give you another couple of dozen of examples of this sort of thing. I personally started to get tired of seeing this type of thing go on. But it's led me to some views on why the public doesn't understand the relationship between diet and health, and I say it's for two reasons. One is, in a sense, we might argue, as a professional. The other is not quite professional, let's say it's unprofessional.
On the professional side, first let's consider this point of view: I would argue that the vast amount of our research ha been conducted with an enormous focus and undue focus on the activities of individual chemicals. Whether these chemicals be nutrients or whether they be chemicals to stop reactions from chemical carcinogens or whatever. We put so much focus on the effects of individual nutrients out of context.
So, as a result, we've lost sight of what whole foods can really do; whole foods that do work in large measure because of their presence of nutrients. I mean, it's the nutrients that are part of thee foods that make it work. But to take those nutrients out of context, whether it's being used as drugs or whether they are being used as chemo preventive agents is one of the popular terms, or whether they're being used at elevated levels of intake.
All of that stuff is going on and that's been the nature of science, and I find that my criticism of this approach to our thinking unfortunately almost goes to the heart of what science is really all about and I don't have time to get into that question particularly from the historical point of view, but rest assured that I really do believe very strongly that we put so much emphasis on single nutrient effects, what they do that are supposedly good things or whether they're doing things to block bad things that otherwise would occur.
I should tell you that it's not surprising to realize that this is the case if we know something about our economic system. In it, our free market system, discoveries of new chemicals, new products, new devices will go someplace if they have value. What kind of value am I talking about? I'm talking about the economic value that's adherent in these studies.
So, if we make a discovery about a certain nutrient doing this or a chemical doing that, it will reach the marketplace. It can make money, it does have value, but only insofar as we're able to protect that intellectual property, and we can do that. Our patent laws, trademark laws, our copyright laws are such that that's what it's all about. If we can use those laws to protect an intellectual property at least for a sufficient period of time to go to the marketplace, we can make money.
That's how information from nutrition literature and the biological information that comes from N.I.H. is really valued. It's valued, maybe not obviously at the dense top with the individual researchers doing this work, they're too concerned really with this most of the time.
The vast majority of people are honorable, hardworking, dedicated people doing the work and doing very good work, I should add.
But, the problem exposes itself now that I'm talking about the larger context of what becomes of this information that the scientists disclose. The information that becomes of value in an economic sense is information that reaches the public. Once we come to terms with understanding what that's all about and come to terms with the kind of claims that can be made, and I've been involved in that game and I've seen a lot of the evolution of regulations concerning the health claims, it becomes very easy to see why there's so much confusion.
Most of the information that reaches the public is either coming directly from health claims, most of the public aren't aware of that, or it's coming from institutions and agencies that are doing the bidding in many ways for the industry (dairy, sugar, meat, etc.) simply because they are populated by people who are setting the guidelines and the like that are used.
So that's, let's say, is the professional side.
The unprofessional side of this problem is illustrated by the FNB, illustrated by the Dietary Guidelines, illustrated by my colleagues at Johns Hopkins University where they had other agendas and other interests because of their personal compensation.
Obviously, I consider that to be unprofessional. But, nonetheless, rest assured that that happens. Fortunately, I think it only happens in a minority of people in the scientific community because I still hold in very high regard the vast number of people working in science. Very fine people, dong their work.
It's just the very small handful of people who get into powerful positions, who have associations with the food and drug industries that then in turn are compensated through honorary and other means or perhaps get money for doing their research. These people end up in very powerful positions, often times in the government, in agencies particularly the policy arena, and really mess things up.
So these are my thoughts in terms of the confusion we have to be concerned about and the questions that were raised in the beginning. I think if you go back and look at those questions, do a little analysis of the history and go interview some people and look at reports and I think you will find what I in fact have found over these years...
[Emphasis added]
Peace and Love Be With You,
Flora 
Dr. Flora Speaks About Oils in Your Diet
Although Drs. Campbell, Esselstyn, Barnard, Fuhrman, McDougall, and Popper may disagree on more subtle points of plant-based nutrition, they are all in total agreement that oil is not a health food. Oil is not a whole food - it's like sugar in this way - it's a part of a food that has been extracted from plants and concentrated, packing in way too much fat and no fiber.
It doesn't matter what your Omega-3/Omega-6 ration is if you're eating way too much fat - it's just not good for you, and none of them promote the use of free oils of any kinds.
Their cookbooks "contain no recipes with free oil" but contain nut butters. Darn, they contain free oils, They are saturated fats.
Peanut butter, almond butter, etc., because they were not soaked first before blending, and they have had to be heated up to be put into a jar to be sterilized.
They are dead. That dead fat from the peanut butter or almond butter will dissolve artery linings.
Peace and Love Be With You,
Flora
May 10, 2010
The Proper Use of Wheatgrass
I'm sorry to hear so many people have been taught the wrong way to use wheatgrass juice and are using grass that is too old and bitter.
When Dr. Wigmore’s doctors in Boston tested the grass in their labs, the grass that is 7 days old was very sweet.
If a person has parasites, bacteria and viruses in their GI tract, it will make you throw up, definitely. It’s supposed to. It you’re not upchucking, it’s not working.
The optimum way to take it is to chew every mouthful at least 2 minutes before you swallow it. That way everything is broken down for easy assimilation. The protein is broken down into amino acids; the starch, into simple sugar; and the fat, into essential fatty acids.
Cutting it on the 7th day is the trick, because on that day, something very special happens – the electrical force switches from positive ionization (which makes you feel like you are under a fluorescent tube all day or in a ’sick’ office) to negative ionization (which makes you feel like you’re in a rain, or at the beach, fresh and alert).
I don’t like the grass that is being grown with animal manure because the pathogens have not been killed all the way, for most of those that I’ve tried, and it’s dangerous.
It’s so easy to grow your own. Take a teaspoon of kelp and sprinkle it on the dirt and mix it in well and it won’t mold. The peroxide works too, but it not as good as the kelp. When we began to grow wheatgrass, buckwheat and sunflower tray greens in Puerto Rico at the Ann Wigmore Institute there, we had to move the nursery around until we got the temperature just right, because they need around 72 F.
My email address is drflora@rawdoctors.com if you want to know private things to do with wheatgrass juice.
I have it growing and I just cut some off and chew it and spit the pulp out.
It should not be put into smoothies, ever.
Peace and Love Be With You,
Dr. Flora van Orden III
PhD, Nutrition
