On Saturday 18 November 2000 I did the one-day liver cleanse
detailed in Dr Hulda Clark's book.  I'd wanted to do it
since hearing about it some years ago.  She recommends doing
it twice a year so I was 49 years overdue.  I consider my
health and fitness above average.  I've done martial arts
most of my life, still work out with weights or jog or swim,
eat `normally' and drink alcohol at weekends.

I've enjoyed impressive results on myself and others with
various therapies from self clearing to chi kung and absent
healing.  However, nothing was resolving a sore elbow I'd
traced back to a martial arts injury received earlier this
year.  Then recently I picked up The Cure For All Diseases
in a bookshop.  It almost fell open to a page about curing
`tennis elbow'.

My partner, ever supportive, agreed we must buy the book so
we did.  (I embarrassed her by obtaining a discount for the
`shop-soiled' copy).  At home I dusted off my `zapper'
purchased years previously and started zapping.  Ten days
later there was noticable improvement in the elbow but now I
wanted my liver cleansed. I thought the book's stories of
people passing gall stones without surgery must be wildly
exaggerated but I had to try it.

Another coincidence - arriving home with the ingredients as
outlined in the book we enquired after a neighbour's health. 
He said he was recovering from `keyhole surgery' for gall
stone removal and due for further surgery in a month.  We
already knew his wife had a kidney removed some years ago. 
I showed him the book and informed him I was doing the
cleanse the next day and would let him know the result.    

I violated some cleansing rules, as I discovered later.  The
book says no fatty breakfast but we'd had McDonald's. I also
had five beers the night before.  Anyway, I began the
program.  The Epsom Salts tasted vile.  The olive oil tasted
good in comparison.  Contrary to Dr Clark's promise I DID
feel hungry but stuck to the program anyway, finally
retiring wondering if tomorrow would bring much more than
plain old-fashioned diaorrhea.

I went (quickly) to the loo upon awakening.  Glancing at the
result I noticed small green thingies floating on top.  This
was now as exciting as my first tooth coming out which I'd
kept for months.  I had a plastic fork and jar on standby
and did some careful fishing.  Each dropped with a clunk
into the jar.

Rinsing them in the laundry I couldn't wait to show my
partner when she woke.  This was EXACTLY the result claimed
in the book.  Further loo visits furnished more each time. 
The biggest measured half an inch.  I stopped collecting
after counting thirty but photographed them with the
computer camera.  We celebrated that night with more beers.

Next morning's results included a light brown stone twice as
big as the largest green one from the previous day.  There'd
also been bits of plastic and other unidentifiable
substances.  I'd always assumed such things passed straight
through the body undigested.  How long had this stuff been
there???  I could hardly believe what was now in my jar.  I
could literally count my blessings.  

(R)