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 Jackson 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.