There is a scientific answer for everything. If you don’t
believe me ask a scientist. I am not one of those people. I actually got D’s in
high school growing up in the East Coast. I had to get the answers from life
through a totally different source…. And that is faith. That is the best way to
set up this story. Only it’s not a story because this really happened. In any
case I will try my best to tell it to you the way it happened.
I was a sickly kid growing up. I had kidney trouble in the
1970’s. Back then doctors gave you lots of penicillin and oddball fortune
cookie logic. Let me cut to the crash – I almost died when I was four years
old. As a kind of prevention of Bright’s Disease I was on the extended
penicillin plan until I was about 12 years old. This did incredible damage to
my immune system. I got sick a lot. I had epic flus and colds growing up as a
kid. Some nights I had severe stomach pains so sharp I couldn’t straighten out
my body. I would lie on the floor and or the couch – and scream. I don’t like
to visit this scenario very often but it happened. My doctors had a sense of
humor they called it growing pains.
Skip ahead a few years and I am in Junior High. We had to
take mandatory swimming lessons in 7th grade and here is where the
problems started to happen. On my left heel I noticed there were plantar’s
warts. My doctors claimed I somehow caught them in a public pool. Since it was
the early 80’s we never put two and two together. A more likely answer is that
they were growing inside from bad blood and other fungal conditions. They were
ugly, and from what I could tell viral. This condition grew into a small colony
that would continue up into my adult years. By the time I was around 13 I got
off the penicillin but I had become addicted to the pills I was taking. When I
tried to cut myself off of them I noticed I would get dizzy and disoriented. I
had to be taken off of them gradually until I didn’t notice any side effects.
To make things somewhat worse I had flat feet which made these warts ever more
persistent. We had tried every method to get rid of them. We used crèmes, gels,
in house patient surgery sessions and acid covered patches. These tactics only
offered temporary relief.
By the time I had reached early adulthood I had a very
identifiable problem on my hands. These blasted things would not go away. That
is when we started to go to a foot doctor to get them cleaned up. They used to
try to use dry ice of some kind and freeze them off. Another useless tactic
would be to dig at them and then bandage up my foot. Neither of these methods
proved to be effective. Within weeks they would persistently grow back and form
a hardened crust encompassing my heel. If anything we were disturbing the
condition and making it get worse.
There are memories I would like to erase but I will expose
them to you. I might be able to reach someone who is experiencing the same
hopelessness and dread that I faced daily. When I was in college I submitted
myself to laser surgery. This was done inside a clinic and I should have made
arrangements for transportation. I took the bus back and forth to the doctors
office which was insane. The bandage on my foot was soon soaked in blood as I
walked to the bus stop. On the way home I remember walking under the highway to
cross Washtenaw Avenue. I almost passed out from the blood loss and I was
getting dizzy. Still, I continued my journey until I reached my home.
As you know these things are stubborn and they grew back
once again leaving me even more confused than ever. This continued throughout
my travels as I moved from Chicago to New York and Connecticut. I was worried I
would have these for the rest of my life.
I had a brief advertising stint in Stamford, CT and I worked
as a freelance art director putting together print campaigns and websites. I
had insurance and once again I confronted this problem that I experienced all
of my life. I decided to go see a foot doctor and once again he began carving
into my heel and digging out the plantars warts in my heel. We would bandage
them up and he would send me back off into the world. I would visit him every
two weeks for treatment and we were getting nowhere fast. During one of my
visits he pulled my aside and made a bizarre recommendation. The deal was that
he was going to lop off my heel essentially making me a cripple for the rest of
my life. He assured me that this was the only way to effectively handle this
problem once and for all.
True story. He was going to cut my foot off.
I have always been rebellious my entire life. I never
listened to anybody. This was absurd to me. I told him I would think about it
and then I left his office. I had no family around me and when I left his
office it was one of those isolated lonely moments. The sky was black and it
was in November and I had to take the long drive back home to my apartment in
Fairfield. My heart was full of dread and fear and I had a lot to think about.
Getting my foot hacked off was not in the realm of possibility for me. I knew I
had to do something else.
Now I don’t want to get religious on you so I will just tell
you straight. I had to see God. No middle men or priests. Just me and my
creator. I wanted to get some straight communication and for the life of me I
couldn’t see his face in the city. I couldn’t see it on the highway. To find
God --- at least then, on my journey…. I only knew of one place where I could
reach him…. And that was the ocean. I lived just blocks from the Long Island
Sound and I knew that if I could reach that beach and walk on that sand I would
be in his presence. For the enlightened I apologize and know now that you can
reach God from anywhere in the world but this is my experience.
THE ANSWERS SHOW UP ON THE BEACH
One Saturday I walked up and down Fairfield beach. Just
getting there was a problem. You see you had to do this red tape thing and get
a sticker just to get into the parking lot over there. You had to pay this
annual fee and for some reason you had to be a home owner or something. I
remember that there was some ridiculous policy in place that prevented people
from just going to the beach. There was another ordinance in place that would
tow your car. So I parked on a side street under some bushes and hoofed it down
to the beach. I was on a mission.
I made it to the sand and I sighed a breath of relief. I
could smell the ocean salts off the powerful wind as it rolled to me from
across the waves. God was in the house. I could feel his presence. I could feel
the might in the waves and the depths of his awesome power. I prayed. I
welcomed myself and then I just talked frankly. Now it’s been a number of years
and I cannot remember exactly everything I said but it was along this
tone….. I told him that I was suffering
greatly. I also told him that I didn’t believe that he put us here to suffer
and that I believed that this couldn’t be part of his grand design. I simply
refused to believe it. I respected my doctors but disagreed with them
wholeheartedly. I asked for assistance
and I allowed myself to be a vehicle for his glory. The wind kicked up and I
knew there was a response. I had been heard and my heart was full. Even if
there was no help or healing I was comfortable knowing that I had been heard. I
could feel this magnetic vibe and I was secure in my impressions. I thanked him
for listening and walked back to my car started it up and drove home.
That night – I’ll never forget what happened – this is where
I will lose many of you if I haven’t already. It is going to get a little
strange. I used to live on top of this old Chinese restaurant in Fairfield, CT
on Black Rock Rd. I am not going to sugar coat it I loved that apartment but it
was a little creepy. I had the top apartment in that building and it sat on top
of another apartment with the restaurant down below. It looked like Fagin’s
place from Oliver Twist. It had multiple rooms and there were times when I got
bad vibes on the place. In fact, looking back on it I am pretty certain this
place was haunted to some extent. But it was my home and I made the best of it.
I went to sleep and when I went into dreamland the lights
came up. It was like as bright as the sun and maybe even brighter. It wasn’t
quite like daylight. There was no blue sky. I could only see a yellowish
blinding bright light and there was a bright sun. There was a ripple of sound
that sounded like ocean waves and it was peaceful. They came rolling in and
crashing before they rolled back on the shore. I could not see the beach but I
could hear it and it was definitely close. I listened close and you could hear
an audible voice in there and it was deep, honest, and penetrating. I focused
and I could understand words but I had to really concentrate. The more I
concentrated on this voice the clearer it became. Now this voice never
identified itself to me but I knew immediately in my heart who it was. This was
the big man himself and he was saying something.
“Show me your heel…..” he said. I saw a big giant see through hand come down
out of the blinding yellowish light. This wasn’t a question it was a
commandment. The hand was see through but there was a bluish tint to it and it
was pointing. There was no body behind that hand and I couldn’t make out a face
and this is what I said…. “I am afraid
to… I am embarrassed of my foot, it isn’t clean”. Those were the words I used
as if I were a leper. God paused and then the loud crashing waves came forth
and I could hear more words within them. “Let me see your heel….”, he
said. So I produced my foot and showed
him my heel and I noticed there were no plantar’s warts on it or lesions of any
kind. The foot looked completely new, refreshed and healed. I was amazed.
I asked, “When am I going to have this? When I am 50?” God
didn’t give me an exact answer. After a brief pause he said, “Follow me….”. Now
it has been over ten years since this happened and I don’t remember this
conversation word for word so please forgive me. I don’t want to misspeak
against the Almighty or get this wrong because this really happened. The light
faded and I drifted away back into normal dreaming. He was gone. I woke up
around 5Am and it was still dark outside. I walked around in my empty apartment
and ended up in the kitchen and made coffee. “It was just a dream” I told
myself. From there I went on with my day as if nothing happened. But the dream
stayed with me…. What was he really saying? Follow me….. and how come he didn’t
give me a direct answer?
ANGELS IN NEW YORK CITY? A MIRACLE IN MIDTOWN
I took a day trip to Manhattan. Usually I would go into the
city and see the Guggenheim and catch the latest art exhibit or I would swing
down to Little Italy for some clams and pasta. I would go into St. Marks Place
and SOHO just to catch something exciting. Sometimes getting a cab outside of
Grand Central Station was easy but actually getting anywhere was impossible
because you would get stuck in traffic. You were much better off walking at
least to Times Square to catch a ride. On this particular day I decided to walk
because I wasn’t in any kind of hurry and really I had no idea where I was
going to.
It was my day off and I was going to cut through Times
Square and Chelsea and then maybe catch a cab up to Christopher Street and hit
a Jewish deli. That was my objective. I get to 35th street and
realized I was walking more than I had anticipated and then I froze dead in my
tracks….. Across the street was a juice shop. It was on the corner of a busy intersection.
There was a line of people coming in the back door and exiting out the front.
The store was busy and crammed with people to the max. The people were coming
in the back door at a steady pace. Inside there were some Middle Eastern men
from what I could tell and they were working these gigantic silver colored
metal juicers. They were putting in big chunks of melon and pineapple and green
apples in there and fresh juice was pouring out into big plastic party cups.
These juices were about $5 and up. People were walking out with them and
smiling to one another. I was mesmerized.
There was a big sign outside of this joint. And it wasn’t
the name of the business. From what I could tell this place had no name. The
sign was something I had never seen before and here is what it said….. It was a
chart for ailments and next to each ailment was a juicing cure….
SLEEP DISORDERS = WHITE GRAPES + APPLE
PANCREAS CLEANER = RED BEET + APPLE + CELERY + CARROT
BLURRY EYES = CARROT + GREEN APPLE + CELERY
… and this list went on and on. It was a whole menu of options and I was trying
to process this and take it in. I was floored actually. I thought to myself
that it couldn’t be this simple. And yet there it was. For every ailment there
was a juice combination to restore the human body back into perfect balance and
alignment. These people were all in on
the biggest secret of our lives. They knew health. The business men that ran
the joint knew it and so did their customers. They were all in on it. I was the
outsider trying to get the straight dope. I was bewildered. I was a fan and I
wanted in.
I promised myself that I would make my way in there once the
line died down. I was going to hit this place when I came back. But you know
New York. Sometimes if you don’t grab something the first time it might not be
there when you get back. As it turned out I made it down to the Financial
District and had tired myself out and ended up taking a cab back to Grand
Central. I bypassed the juice shop. I wasn’t worried. I was promised myself
that I was going to hit it the following week when I returned.
But a funny thing happened the following week when I
returned. That busy juice shop had closed. When I got closer and inspected the
storefront it looked like that store had been closed for quite some time. The
windows were all boarded up and there was no sign that anybody had even
occupied that space. I mean there was dirt in the windows and the glass looked
really filthy. How could this place look so deserted in just a weeks time. There
was no signs that this place was even open. The stoop was filthy and dirt was
around the door jams and that’s when it hit me. Maybe I had somehow imagined
the whole thing. Maybe I had seen some sort of ghostly mirage or some kind. I
mean…. I never did cross the street to physically investigate the place up
close. I only admired it from across the street. Did I imagine this whole
thing…?
THE SHIFT
I went on with my life. I tried to live like everybody else.
I told myself it was just a dream and not an actual vision from the heavens.
That would make me crazy wouldn’t it? I mean who is going to believe in that
looney tune of a story? I lived alone
back then and on nights I couldn’t sleep I would watch TV or read until I got
bored enough to go to bed. That night I found a juicer commercial and instead
of turning the channel I watched it. This was Jay the Juiceman and I was
impressed with what I was watching. I was tired of feeling tired and the idea
of drinking fresh juice sounded like a great way to get some great energy into
my body. So I did something that night that I never ever do. I actually picked
up my phone and ordered a brand new juicer for my apartment. It didn’t cost a
fortune and it felt good to do something good for myself.
I had the juicer sent to my advertising office where I
worked. It came in a big box. The UPS guy came right up to my office and
dropped it off and I had to sign for it. As you can imagine this was met with
jeers from my nosy coworkers. When the office mates found out it was a juicer I
became a magnet for insults. I heard things like, “You think you’re better than
everybody…..”. And, “Oh you believe in THAT stuff?”. To this day I can’t even
tell you any of their names because I have forgotten most of them. It was
important that I stay on track with this story.
I remember around that time I lost my job. Something
happened and we did a major cast change in my old agency. Things worked out for
me because I wanted out of there anyways. The timing was right because it was
the Fall season and that is a busy time in the advertising world. If you want
to switch studios or jump gigs that is the perfect time to do it. I found
myself working back in New York City the following week on a temporary
assignment.
I had to get up early and start job hunting again so I
started to juice. Mostly to lose some weight and to get re-energized. That was
my original plan. I heard that the best way to get things moving was to get
your pancreas flushed out and I read up on what kinds of juices were needed to
do that. Along with carrots I figured out that parsley was a great form of
chlorophyll and could clean out the blood and get things pumped up. So I
started out my days juicing this mixture of carrots, green apple, celery, beet
and a small handful of parsley. I had no expectations. I made sure I did about
three of these a day and I could feel my energy get better. I noticed I wasn’t
eating nearly as much and I felt more energized. I wouldn’t even take any naps
during this period. I cut out coffee and was eating fresh salmon and salads
only. That was my diet pretty much. I was feeling good about myself.
I even started jogging at the gym on the treadmill and then
I noticed a funny thing. I could literally last for about 45 minutes on it
without taking any breaks. This was unusual for me. I noticed I was getting
stronger too in other ways. I could climb stairs without getting tired and walk
great distances without getting winded. Every day I was increasing in strength
and I was at peace with myself. There was no anxiety or stress in my life. In
fact the world around me was falling apart and everybody in it was having a
trauma but me. I was …. Grounded? I never thought about that until now. You
know when you juice all those root vegetables together a funny thing occurs.
That juice is brown like the color of the Earth. I was putting the Earth back
into my body.
Now in all of this I had a plantar’s wart on my right thumb.
It was itching like crazy lately. And around the wart there was now a strange
white ring of skin discoloration. You know I heard that juicing was a great way
to clean your body out on a cellular level. I had read that in books. I also
read that healing was spontaneous in the body at a cellular level. My goal in
all of this was to clean myself out on a cellular level and get energy that’s
it.
I was taking a steam bath in the gym and my thumb was
itching again. I looked down at it and could see the white discoloration and
noticed that the ring was getting bigger. There was more irritation. But this
time the plantars wart on the tip of my thumb was getting smaller !!!
I was going through my mental notes and I was remembering the whole spontaneous
healing theory again. And that is when it hit me to check my heel on my left
foot to see if there was any change. To my amazement there was a big white ring
of new skin cells around the cluster of plantars warts on my heel. Now it was
going to take a long time no doubt but I could see that it was healing. The
miracle was happening just like in my vision. My heart was on fire and I knew
that I had connected successfully with the Divine and that my deepest wish was
coming true. I was getting healed…..
I remembered that parsley had the purest form of chlorophyll
and that it carried oxygen into the blood and could penetrate tumors. I had
read this somewhere and that it could literally bust them apart. I was attacking
this problem with biology, science and on an atomic cellular level. Not bad for
a kid who brought home C’s and D’s on his report cards. I was connected through
an upper higher power and I was invigorated with this good news.
It took about three weeks maybe a little more but I was
completely healed. In fact, when I looked down at my heel the warts were
completely gone. There was no trace that I had even had surgery on that heel.
There were no scars. You can’t even tell I was ever cut with a knife down there
or had my heel gouged out. It is as smooth as a baby’s skin and it is healed
and rejuvenated.
God showed up and he delivered. Praise God.
THE GOOD NEWS IS HERE…. AND I AM GOING TO GIVE IT TO YOU…..
I called my doctors office and told him what I had done. I wanted to tell him
to tell the world about my story so we could help others. This is me being
naïve and from Michigan. You see, I wanted to help people and get them better.
That is bad for business and could very likely put this foot doctor out of
business. He is a high profile foot doctor even has A list Hollywood clients.
He had pictures of the cast of Star Trek The Next Generation on his walls and
some sports figures. But he probably wouldn’t have them very long if he took my
healing advice and gave it out to the masses. Needless to say he never called
back and we parted ways.
Here is what I did to flush out my pancreas and got the enzymes stirred up in
my body. This also cleaned out my bowels and helped with elimination. I cleaned
out my diet and pumped my body up with nutrients and pure energy.
The juice I did is as follows:
3- 5 Carrots
¼ of a Red Beet
2 Stalks of Celery
1 Whole Green Apple
Small Bunch of Parsley
Throw these ingredients into a juice hopper of your choice.
I like to use the Juiceman Juicer. I have done this on a Jack LaLane Juicer
too. Both of those can do parsley and other herbs because of the super fine
blade on it.
Don’t baby yourself slug it all down. You should do 2 – 3 of these daily. To
mix it up a bit don’t be afraid to juice some pineapple and celery. If you want
to throw in some cucumber that is good too. That water inside the vegetable is
pure and your cells will love it. Be generous with yourself. Produce is cheap
compared to process foods. You are going to find that you will not eat as much.
Your cells will be full of nutrition and you will lose the urge to eat heavy.
This is my personal story and events as experienced by
myself in the late 1990’s.
Remember to give thanks to the Universe, or your creator, which ever you may
believe and to live right.
With good blessings and healing for all,
Ted Cantu
May 2014
** I am not a doctor by any means and this is not to replace medical advice.
This may not work for everybody and this is my own personal true story. If you
are suffering from any kind of chronic medical condition by all means seek
treatment. This article is not meant to diagnose or treat any kind of irregular
order of the human body.
Natural Remedies For Plantars Warts and Healing In The Age Of Consciousness.
Juicing and Healing The Body Naturally.
JUNE 2014 -- HOT METRO FINDS
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