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The Polish missionary Father Edmund Szelig was amazed by the world
Father Szeliga in the book talks about ways to cure and prevent many diseases that are plaguing our civilization, including cancer and even AIDS.
His medical achievements are documented and the opinions of doctors from different clinics are also presented. It opens our door to the largest natural chemist in the world.
Vilcacora (Uncaria tomentosa) is a large, woody creeper growing in the high positions of tropical forests.
These slow-growing plants need 20 years to reach maturity. They are up to 30 meters long. For its characteristic name, the plant owes the thorns at the base of the leaves, which are trapped by tree trunks.
The Ashanink Indians get the healing broth by cooking her cures and roots.
There are more than 60 Uncarie species in the world, but only two of them, originating from Peru, have documented healing properties.
Uncaria tomentosa, as well as Uncaria guianensis, are the linden lianas that have the thorns resembling cat’s claws. Both grow in the jungle in the Amazon region of Peru.
Although the two species have similar properties, only Uncaria tomentosa, which grows in higher positions, contains isopteropodin, which, according to Dr. Keplinger with the substance that most actively stimulates the immune system. According to the clinical trials and experience of Peruvian doctors, these two varieties of Uncaria tomentosa are considered to be more valuable.
Unlike many popular herbs that have a long tradition in Asian or Western herbal culture, the vilcacer is only spoken in several records. Her use of the native Amazon jungle reaches hundreds of generations back.
They are used to treat a wide range of health problems associated with the immune system and the digestive tract. However, this tradition was preserved only in oral submissions, not in written form.
One of the early cases of vilcacor use in the treatment of a non-native person was a certain Don Luis, a seventy-year-old planter from Peru.
In 1972, doctors discovered the end stage of lung cancer. With respect to the helplessness of conventional medicine, one of Don Luis’s sons turned to ask for help to an old Indian herbalist. She advised him to give his father a broth from the vilcacor. Don Luis drank it several times a day. After six months, cancer was lost without a trace, and what’s more, Don Luis was in his full nineties.
Since then, vilcacora has been sold throughout South America, either in the form of tea or capsules. Spanish-written labels assure that the drug in both forms can help in the treatment of cancer, arthritis, stomach inflammation and hormonal problems in women.
Indians from Peru can deal with many diseases.
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A wild white horse
The green grass opens in front of him, the white horse galloping with the green sea of grass.
On a clean mountain river, the white horse lowers his head and drinks, drinking cold water for long.
The wild yellow sunflowers bend their heads in a light Prairie breeze, refreshed by the breath of the mountains, thousands of small suns in the grass capturing the image of the sun wandering day by day over the sky over the green distance.
The curtains of the prairie worms squeeze the air with a narcotic odor, and the white horse crosses the mountain river and falls to the far horizon by the endless sea of green prairie above which the wings of the eagle are spreading beneath the scorching sun.
Highly, he overcrows the eagle over the shields of the snow-capped Rocky Mountains, and the white horse relentlessly strikes the prairie as a reputation that does not begin and end, like the freedom that spreads the wings under the blue sky, the blessed white shields of the mountains.
The prairie falls a white horse.
No one will feel it.
It is like a legend from ancient times, like the flames of the Indian Fire, as a song of immigrants stretching in covered wagons from east to west with green prairies.
If the hunter approached the riding wild horse, the white mustang would turn into a white rack.
The seagull slammed his wings, flew to the high sky and headed for the sea.
Green prairie grass waves, the sage smells, and the white seagull sails westward to the sea.
There it will turn into a white cloud, and the sea wind will take it further, over the deep blue waves, and beyond, into the world, to the far, wider world.
The prairie falls wild horse, white as a seagull, airy like a beautiful summer cloud.
White horse, white bird, white cloud.
And in the blue, loose sky of the roaring sun, the wild white mane’s horse is golden by the everlasting sun.
The sun is reflected in the wings of a white rack, the white cloud carries the glow of the warmth of the sun into the world.
White mustang falls prairies.