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Man boobs. This time it’s personal.

 Raw food update.

(I realize how many of you will read that first line, groan, and immediately leave the blog, but it’s important. To me anyway. Plus, since a few readers saw what I was doing and began a similar regime themselves, it’s important to them too.)

I’ve been on the raw food diet now for…I lost count somewhere along the way, but I believe it’s over three weeks, almost four. During that time, the following happened:

  1. I lost ten pounds. Not ten pounds I could afford to lose, I was already before-afterthin, but ten pounds nonetheless.  My neck is thinner, my shirts are hanging off me, I look good in a bikini again. Also, people are starting to comment adversely. “God, you’re so skinny!”
  2. My feet started aching. It’s painful to walk now, for some reason, though of course all the organs in the body have nerve endings in the feet, so it’s obviously related. Maybe my insides are screaming for help. Yes, that’s probably it.
  3. I started to feel really alive. Focused, athletic, strong, determined.
  4. My skin is fantastic. I had one or two minor break-outs while I was detoxing, and I got an ulcer on my tongue that was reeeeally painful. Otherwise, I’m developing a bit of a glow. And in a world looking for alternative sources of energy, that can’t be a bad thing.
  5. My food allergies have subsided. I put this down to the fact that I’m not eating the foods I’m allergic to. Duh.
  6. My man-boobs (I’m a B-cup), which developed years ago after I drank way too many lattes (containing hormones) and ate way too much acidic food (which does something to encourage estrogen, I believe) suddenly look even more ridiculous than they did before. [UPDATE: August 25th 2011]. The answer to man-boobs, I’m now discovering, is to cut out wheat initially, then do push-ups to tighten the skin. Lots and lots of push-ups. I started 10 days ago, doing 3 a day (which is all I could manage), then gradually increasing the number each morning. Already I’m doing 18 a day. And two people have commented that my moobs look significant smaller, as the muscles tighten, causing the skin to be pulled taut. Oh yes. But the core issue is about wheat. If you haven’t read the book Wheat Belly by Dr. William Davis, you should. He puts enlarged breasts in men mainly down to the crap that’s in modern-day wheat.
  7. My senses are heightened. My sense of smell, for instance, is through the roof. Unfortunately, this makes normal food smell even better and more enticing than it really is, and I want some. NOW!
  8. Friends are avoiding me. In droves. The telephone never rings any more.  Apparently, I’m considered a real bore because I’m so enthusiastic about nutrition and they’re not, and every time I eat something live and raw and healthy it reminds them that what they’re eating is dead and slowly killing them. So? What’s wrong with that?
  9. I’m not being invited out to dinner or to dinner parties. dinnerPeople are anticipating that I’ll be an awkward guest and start picking and choosing what I’ll eat (and they’re not wrong), which ruins it for everyone. Our neighbors called up last night and invited my partner out to dinner. My name didn’t even come up.
  10. My partner makes his own food without consulting me and sits eating it, reading a magazine, hoping silently that I don’t bring up the subject of raw food, because if I mention one more time that what he’s putting in his mouth is dead he may lash out.
  11. I paid for an internet course on how to reduce the size of my moobs. The trick seems to be to increase the alkalinity of your diet and do weights to tighten the chest. I begin that next week. (MANBOOB UPDATE: Discovered that man boobs are caused by the consumption of wheat. Didn’t know that. It’s in a NY Times bestselling book called ‘Wheat Belly,’ which I wholewheatedly recommend.)
  12. Salads I used to eat in local restaurants now taste vile. This is because they use vegetables sprayed with pesticides and for the first time I can actually taste them.
  13. The food cravings won’t go away. Cake especially. But I’ve managed to talk some sense into myself before eating them, and avoided lapsing. However, cake, being sacred, will definitely be a part of my diet again in the future. It is the law.
  14. Most of the food I used to eat holds no allure or appeal any more. Pasta may smell good, but I have no desire whatsoever to put it in my mouth. And chicken….yeuw.
  15. feet15. Except for the soles of my feet, which hurt like hell, I feel terrific. My body has adapted quickly.
  16. 16. I’ve learned to “cook” raw meals at home that are really very exciting and delicious. Raw is not as dismal or eccentric as it at first sounds.
  17. Raw restaurants make better raw food than I could ever make myself. I should have learned that by now.
  18. I eat so much less food than I used to. When the food is raw, or in juice form, it is almost all nutrition, so you need less of it. Dead food, because it contains barely any nutrients at all, has to be consumed in bulk for the body to benefit. Afterwards, you’re soon hungry again and eating more. That’s why people put on weight. Eat healthy food and the pounds fall off you. Though not, I’m discovering, off your man-boobs, which obstinately remain the same size.
  19. L.A. has some fabulous raw food places, and the health food stores here have whole aisles dedicated to raw food. Only in California.
  20. owlI’m developing “raw food eyes”, according to some friends. This is the intense, glaring, pop-eyed expression that people on high nutrition diets get after a while. I promised I wouldn’t, but it’s unavoidable, apparently. Damn.
  21. I sometimes feel entirely separate from my physical body. Floaty, distant, totally at peace within. It’s like I’m just a high frequency spirit trapped inside a low frequency physical form. Oh, wait, that’s exactly what I am!
  22. I’m impatient and bad-tempered sometimes now. This is because raw food sharpens your nerve endings to a point and you can’t stand to be around fools any more. Clearly, I was extremely attractive to fools previously.
  23. Raw food is  Oh-my-god-Level expensive. I don’t know how much I’ve spent on food and ingredients for meals these past three or four weeks, but it’s still a small fortune. I’m out of pocket by hundreds of dollars. And that doesn’t even include the cost of the course on how to reduce my man-boobs.
  24. I stopped counting the days about a week ago. But since beginning this piece, I’ve now done a calculation of how long I’ve been raw, and it’s only 24 days. 76 left to go. Yike.

So there you go. The work continues. Sorry if that’s boring for the rest of you, but I’m genuinely shocked at what a worthwhile experiment this is. Clearly, we’re eating all the wrong stuff and our bodies hate it. We’re just not listening to what they’re telling us. Same way my partner and most of my friends no longer listen to me.

Raw Food Further Update

Completed 100-day raw food challenge mid-October. Lost 14lbs total, feel fantastic – beyond fantastic: calm, focused, present, centered; skin is translucent and clear.

On the downside: I look very skinny, have lost my ass completely; am considered a pain in other people’s asses at dinner parties where I actually can barely eat anything they serve; get ill if I try.

It’s very difficult after 100 days to reverse the good that’s been done to the body. Eat cooked food and you get stomach ache. What’s more, things you used to love eating you now can’t get down. Or at least you can get them down, but you can’t keep them down. Pasta looks disgusting, fries are unappealing, chocolate cake tastes like warmed-up snot; bacon smells of diarrhea; and chicken is positively the worst thing ever in the history of the world. No exaggeration.

All in all, extremely happy, then. It all came good. There were brief lapses, and I did have tea occasionally. Plus, I had to eat bread or crackers now and then as binder, otherwise, what with all the fruit and veg, I was developing BIG problems “downstairs”.  But that’s all. And therefore I declare this a massive, life-changing success.

Thank you and goodnight.


 Everything you read above, by the way, came about because Cash was researching a book about health and healing. After heading  down to Brazil on a meditation retreat, he came across groups of people living the raw food life and recovering from all kinds of diseases and physical ailments. That convinced him.

It’s available here.


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Smug and preachy? You betcha, losers!

This is it. Crunch time. My final weekend of freedom. The raw food experiment begins Monday.

Before then, I have several parties and dinners to go to, where I can cram in as much of the old, flavorful, gut-packing, horrible-for-your-system dead stuff as I want (believe me, I intend to gorge like a prize hog). Then, that’s it. From next week, don’t even show me a pizza or omelette or a slice of German chocolate cake, because I don’t want to know. I’ll be in lock-down. Incarcerated for 100 days in a regime of nothing but fresh, healthy meals buzzing with enzymes. Fruits, nuts, vegetables, seeds, juices, sprouts. The food of life.

Oh good god, what the hell am I doing?

Am I really ready for this?

To prime myself, last night I dropped in on a pep rally being given at a local health store in L.A. by two ardent raw foodists and current beacons of the movement, Matt Monarch and Angela Stokes.

Both oddities in their way, they fortunately found each other and got married, so that turned out well. (He calls her Angela, she calls him Mr Monarch). Sadly, neither of them is a good public speaker. I mean, they speak – they’ve mastered that – they just don’t do it all that well in front of a group, I didn’t think, leading to lots of pauses for thought and meandering sentences that go nowhere, or, in Mr. Monarch’s case, that end abruptly with “…er…so that’s that”, followed by a swift change of topic.

They are, though, passionate about their subject and glowing examples of the raw food lifestyle, which is what counts. If I understand their message correctly – and there are no guarantees – then what they and other raw foodists are trying to tell us is this:

  • The basic principle behind eating 100% raw food is that everything else is rubbish. Fact.
  • Anything cooked at a heat of over 120 degrees is considered dead and is a poison to the body, regardless of how delicious it tastes or how great the picture looks on the packet.
  • Raw food is living food. Living food is required to feed and sustain the cells of a living body. Yours, would be a good example. Whereas anything that’s dead when you consume it – from meat to cookies, chocolate bars to coffee to bread to burgers to the numerous packs of Ding-Dongs you eat when you’re depressed – does you no good at all, and actually leads to disease.
  • 95% of disease today is caused by what we eat. As wonderful as modern cooked food may taste, the body doesn’t want it, period. Bread, for instance, puts a thick black lining around the walls of the intestines that is very difficult to get off and which leads to tumors and all manner of beastly-ghastliness. Cake’s even worse, sadly. And you know how much I love cake.
  • Disease can be countered by switching to raw food. (See Everything Bad is Good.) Even a condition as serious as diabetes has been thrown into reverse by switching to a raw food diet. (See Raw For 30 Days)
  • The first thing most people say when they hear about a raw food diet is, “But where do you get your protein?”
  • Raw foodists are soooooo tired of being asked that.
  • Stock answer: humans need a lot less protein than we think we do.
  • And anyway, protein is not the issue. Your body needs protein in order to get the necessary amino acids, and amino acids can be obtained in abundance from vegetables.
  • Eat a combination every day of leafy green vegetables, fruits, nuts, seeds, and so on, and your body will start to detoxify. Eventually you’ll be disease-free, because disease is caused by…altogether now….eating the wrong food.

There’s more. Lots and lots more, but that’s the gist, and it’s enough to convince me that I’ve been doing all the wrong things since I was a child. Time to stop now and give my body a break.

Earlier in the year, I spent two weeks on the Master Cleanser. An ordeal, sure, but a monster success. (Watch my award-winning video, Fast and Very Loose.) But that, apparently, was smallfry compare to the next 100 days.

So what can I expect from my new lifestyle? Here’s what I learned:

  • Expect to feel slightly ill at first. Detoxification starts at once. Symptoms can include a runny nose, headaches, pimples, all manner of things, depends how many toxins have to come out. But it’s all good.
  • Expect family and friends to thnk you’re mental for doing this and to distance themselves from you. (No problem. My own family distanced themselves from me on a whim years ago, so that’s one problem already solved.) Suddenly, you’re an oddity. That guy who “don’t eat normal.” People can’t relate to you. Hm. I’m surrounded by people. They’re everywhere. So I’m not sure how this is going to pan out in the coming weeks.
  • Expect to look old. Detox can really pack on the years and make you  fleshy in the face and older-seeming than you really are.
  • My God – really? Nobody warned me about that!! What the hell am I going to do? I don’t want to look old and fleshy. I’m only a boy.
  • Expect to counter this with a course of hydro colonics. Flushing out your colon with water is the prime and most efficient way to get toxins out, and it will counter that puffy, aged look.
  • Phew.
  • Luckily, I’m no stranger to having liquid pumped up my ass. Ahem. So I’ll go back to the clinic and book another course.
  • Expect to become a little smug and preachy, as you start to feel  superior to anyone still eating cooked poison. Smugness, eh? Well, no problem there.
  • Expect to be more alert, alive, happier, and to have visions.
  • I’m sorry – what was that last one? Visions?
  • Yes. There’s a spiritual side to changing your diet that can only be explained by doing it, apparently. In time, your whole system opens up and new energies flow in, energies that are blocked when your system is clogged by crap. Energies that make you super-instinctive and super-charged with consciousness.

Wow. I like the sound of that. How exciting.

However strangely daffy and Californian all this might seem when set alongside, say, normal life, I’m buying into it. From Monday, this will be my new reality. I have no clue how it’s going to go, but once again I’ve decided to film it.

In fact, my very first interviewee was Mr. Monarch, who, in close quarters, seems a little out of it, I thought. As if he’s simply too stoned right now to get his thoughts together in time to say them coherently. But apparently not so. His spaciness is just the purity of his elevated spirit shining through, all part of feeling good and being “conscious.” The man’s stoned on life. Indeed, I’m fully expecting to be like that myself by October, so don’t even think of having an intelligent conversation with me from now on, okay? I don’t wanna hear.

Afterwards, I asked him to sign a release form, giving me permission to use his sage advice in my little movie. To my surprise, he refused.

“Y’know what?” he said, handing it back, “I’m gonna pass for now.”  Uh-oh.

A trained expert would have signed it without a thought, of course. So I took this to mean that, since I guess he’s not a qualified nutritionist, he’s merely a guy who eats raw food and thinks you should too, he doesn’t want to be held accountable for what he says, in case it’s wrong and the law comes after him. Understandable. But also disturbing. How much of what he’d just told us could I trust, I wondered? It’s the first time my confidence in eating raw food sagged a little. The way my face is going to later on.

Anyway, too late! I’m committed. A long weekend of fun lies ahead, then all that I know and love about my life will be stripped away, as I launch, with a special meal in a raw food restaurant, my 100 days of vegetables, fruits, seeds, shoots, nuts, and juice.

Wish me luck, kids.

When you next see me I’ll be a different man. Thinner, healthier, more vibrant, and a little strung out, I guess. Oh, and very, very smug and preachy, let’s not forget that. Should be a good summer.


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Also worth reading: Steve Pavlina’s blog: 30 Days Raw.

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The secret to making salads interesting: confetti.

I’m considering embarking on the 100-day raw food challenge. It’s all the rage in California right now.

For a period of 100 days – the clue’s in the title – you eat nothing but raw food, and see how you feel at the end of it. By all accounts, it’s something in the region of absolutely tip-top. You lose weight, you get your old energy back, your mind is sharp and fit and focused – it all sounds fantastic. Except for the bit about eating nothing but raw food for 100 days. That’s haaaaaard!

The reasoning is the same one used on infomercials for juicers. Organic raw food is loaded with nutrients. It’s alive, basically. And when you put live food into your system, it feeds your cells and provides fuel for the delicate mechanism that is the human body. On the other hand, put dead food in – meat, cookies, bread, fried crap, cake (my favorite), pasta, cooked anything-at-all, in other words – and it leads only to decay and death.

You are what you eat, most definitely. Why d’you think so many people around us are sick or dying? They eat stuff that’s no good for them, then wonder why their body can’t sustain them.

Health is an investment. We spend our whole lives saving money, buying insurance, paying into pension schemes ready for our old age, then, when we get there, we find ourselves in a rapidly declining state of poor health so that we can’t enjoy it. Pills, surgery, cancer, dementia, hospitals, deafness, aches, pains, wheelchairs, canes, Alzheimer’s…the vocabulary of most seniors today. Why is that? Because we fail to invest in ourselves. Our bodies. Our future health. Nobody tells us the truth: that 95% of the body’s survival chances are dictated by the food we choose to put in our mouths. And so throughout our lives we continue to eat things that taste good – for instance, I’ll not hear a bad word said about Ding-Dongs; end of conversation – but are ultimately disastrous for our system. Most of what we eat is poison or pollutes/blocks our various tubes and organs.

Luckily, as well as cake (poison, pollutant and causer of blockages), I eat plenty of salads. Started in my twenties, as a matter of fact, when thankfully I had more sense than I do now.

At the time, nobody in Britain looked on salad as food. To eat it was considered stupid, short-sighted, and heretical – a nutritional felony almost. Friends were shocked and laughed out loud at my goofy food antics. I mean, my god, they thought, he’s turned his back on the delicious dietary staples of bacon, lard, chips, pastry, and lashings of milk, cheese, butter and cream, choosing to eat “rabbit food” instead. It didn’t bear thinking about. In fact, one time my father stared incredulous at the big bowl of salad I was about to eat for dinner and told me very loftily, “Salad is not a meal, it’s a side-dish!”

Naturally, hearing that from him only spurred me on to continue doing it.

I know what he meant, though. Back then, the word “salad” described a small plate or bowl containing a piece of iceberg or cos lettuce (nutritional value = zero, I believe) plus a quartered tomato and a handful of cucumber slices with the green skin left on, even though the skin had been “waxed” with petroleum and was apparently indigestible by the human body. That’s what people considered “eating healthily,” and even this they did under duress.

Of course, this was a while ago now, in the days when kids were only given vegetables as a punishment.  We’ve moved on a bit since then.

Despite the ridicule, however – and there was lots – I continued wolfing down salads at almost every meal. Not just ordinary salads either. Mine were special, the product of much experimentation with what worked and what didn’t.

They consisted of romaine lettuce, grated carrots, chopped cucumber (with the skin taken off), nuts and raisins, chopped celery, grated cabbage, sunflower seeds, avocado, garbanzo beans, corn, a sprinkling of cheese for interest sometimes, diced tomatoes, bean shoots, sliced grapes and some pasta or potatoes on top now and then to keep it enticing. Plus, anything else I had to hand, which included ham and turkey occasionally, though I gradually phased those out. Personally, I never liked elaborate dressings, which seemed unnecessary. Instead, I’d just squeeze some lemon or lime into it.

Then came the neat trick. The secret to making a pile of vegetables interesting, I discovered, was to chop everything quite finely. Rather than eat a piece of tomato, then a piece of celery, then a piece of lettuce – which was the old way, and utter torture – it meant you got to eat a forkful of everything all at once. Your mouth tasted different things every time because the mixture on the fork was constantly changing.

I still have a salad most days. I call it Cash’s Confetti Salad. Patent pending, so don’t even think of stealing it. Then, about three days a week, I juice too.

Juicing is one of the fastest and easiest ways to bulk-ingest nutrients. Within minutes of drinking a 12oz glass of juice in a morning, my eyes get 108709Lmore focused, I have a fresh injection of energy, and the mind becomes a whole lot sharper. It’s miraculous. Even as I’m writing this, I’m sipping fresh-made juice from my centrifugal juicer – one of those Jack LeLanne things. Once I’m done, I may run to China or take up gymnastics. My day’s pretty open.

I threw in everything we had in the fridge: six leaves of romaine lettuce, three carrots, celery, kale, honeydew melon, spinach, a whole cucumber, three green apples, parsley. It’s delicious. Better still, it’s alive with enzymes and the cell-building goodies we need to stay young, fit and healthy.

In other words, I don’t really need to tackle the 100-day raw food challenge, do I? Because, apart from cake – the food of kings, my friend – I already eat about 80% raw every day. And since going that extra 20% would keep me away from things I like or am unashamedly addicted to, I figure my body’s doing pretty well as it is, so I may as well stay where I am and hope for the best.

TV Swami – he say NO to 100-day raw food challenge, but YES to 80% raw.  


Cash’s new book is all about health, healing, nutrition, and how to work at reversing serious illness. Called a little book about believing, it’s available on Kindle now. In paperback July 5th 2011. It will revolutionize the way you think about health, life, and your relationship with the people around you.

More information here.




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Why doctors will never find a cure for cancer. You read it here first.

Er…because it’s not in their financial interests to find one? Just guessing.

It’s becoming increasingly evident, to me anyway, that we must try to heal ourselves as much as possible. Some health gurus, such as Andreas Moritz [see UPDATE below], are now saying that cancer is simply the body’s final way of telling us, after many previous attempts failed and the signs were ignored, that we have done wrong by ourselves, endured too much stress, a toxic diet, poor attitudes, lack of sleep, and so on, and the day of reckoning has come. If he’s right, then maybe it’s time to stop with the nonsense and get our system back into balance – or pay the price. Cancer’s message is very straightforward, he says: there will be no more warnings. The next step could be fatal.

I’m nothing to do with healthcare for the most part. I have no dog in this fight, other than a book I wrote about miraculous healing, which I recommend to anyone interested in avoiding disease or recovering from its effects. Otherwise, I’m just a regular guy. But I hear it more and more about doctors. That they want to keep us returning to them, not only for the good of our health, but so that they can maintain their income. A dead patient is not a profitable one.

Same with drug companies. You’re only valuable to them if you’re still breathing and able to buy their overpriced products. So cancer victims are frequently subjected to the most horrible and barbaric treatments, from chemo to surgery, treatments that work for some, but can also tear down the cell structure of the body, extending their life in many cases only a few months or years. Harmful medications are prescribed routinely, despite bringing on horrendous side-effects. Doctors Taming the Beast Within Final Coverattempt to suppress the symptoms, they don’t go in search of the root cause. Why? Because that’s not their job, it’s ours. It’s up to us to figure out why the body is staging this act of rebellion we call disease and then tackle the issue at source, making any changes necessary to our lifestyle and habits, preferably with trained help and advice. There’s a lot more about this in my book Taming the Beast Within: A New Weapon in the War on Candida, since more and more people are coming around to the view that Candida and cancer are connected. One leads to the other.  

I believe in science. I have great faith in doctors, and admit we’d be lost without them. But when it comes to my own body and what happens to it, I am the final authority. It’s down to me. The buck stops here. I take full responsibility.

I was reminded of this as yet another prominent person – E! News host Giuliana Rancic – yesterday announced that she’d been diagnosed with breast cancer. Always sad to hear. But even sadder was that she announced she was going straight into surgery this week to deal with it. And who told her to do that? Why, her doctor, of course! Probably scared her half to death in the process, poor woman.

The book I mentioned above, by the way, has proved to be one of the most popular and enduring I’ve ever written, so I’m giving it a little more prominence today. It’s called a little book about believing; The Transformative Healing Power of Faith, Love, and Surrender.

It looks to some like a religious book. It’s not at all. But it is highly informative, entertaining, energizing, and filled with hope and tips for making your life better.

Further details about the path to healing and what it might take to get well can be read in this blog post.



Cancer has become one of the biggest blights on the modern world. It’s also one of the most widespread. We all know people who are living with it or who have died from it. My own mother, for example; kidney cancer took her down in a matter of months. Like the actress Farrah Fawcett, she relied very heavily at the time on God to step in at the last minute and save her. With enough prayer, she figured, there might be a reprieve. But he didn’t and there wasn’t, and now she’s gone.

As it is, various truths are surfacing about cancer that go contrary to conventional medical practices. It may surprise you to learn that I’m not a doctor. That’s why there’s a big old disclaimer at the top of the page. I’m everyman. A guy whose mother died from a horrible disease when she probably didn’t need to. But here’s what I’ve learned in my own life. Maybe you’ll take something useful away from it.

1) 80% of cancers heal themselves if we leave them alone. This is the Andreas Moritz view. As soon as we’re diagnosed, he says, we leap in there and start fighting it. But here’s the shocker: fighting cancer the traditional medical way may actually help spread it and kill you anyway!

Sometimes the best reaction to such a diagnosis, apparently, is to relax into the experience. Eat right, meditate, do yoga, change your thinking, educate yourself about holistic treatments that oxygenate and alkalize the body (one guy in Canada achieved encouraging results using cannabis resin), and generally bring the body into peace and balance so that the immune system is restored to good health and can do its job, which is to heal you.

In that scenario, your goal as the patient would be to nurture your immune system so that it, in turn, can nurture you. Actually, this applies whether you’re sick or not.

2) Cancer is often a reward; it’s just not the kind of reward you like. There are health practitioners out there, the more advanced-thinking ones, who don’t subscribe to cancer being a disease at all, but believe that in many cases it’s merely a harsh reminder from the body that you’ve been doing something wrong for the longest time, and now you need to get straight, pal, or pay a hefty price.

Bill Maher got it right when he said that there’s no real mystery to why there’s an increase in cancer. “It’s in the food, people!”  Toxin-, sugar-, and chemical-filled food, as well as smoking, stress, drugs, lack of sleep, etc etc etc. – lead us on a downward path and deplete the body. We know this, we just so often choose to ignore it.

3) Conventional medicine asks the wrong questions and does the wrong things. I’ve heard this said many times. Cutting bits out of your body, blasting you with radiation, cramming you with drugs – it’s what doctors automatically do; they treat the symptoms.

What they don’t do is go back to basics and treat the cause of the symptoms, by asking: “What is this disease trying to tell you? What have you been doing wrong all these years that you’ve driven your body into a state where it actually has to get ill before you’re willing to listen to it? And how are you going to correct this pattern so that the body can heal itself?”

And since there’s no money to be made from letting the body heal itself, it’s straight to surgery, pills, chemo – stuff that benefits the medical profession financially, but that in a lot of cases can do waaaaay more harm than good. Do you realize how many people die at the hands of doctors every year? The percentage is HUGE

Whenever I see a high-profile cancer sufferer on TV – Patrick Swayze, who was in a terrible way for a while; Dr. Randy Pausch, the Last Lecture guy who died; and dozens more – I always see that they’ve rushed to have radiation treatment or had huge chunks of their body cut out by doctors. Chunks that may be  really necessary to their recovery, but which they don’t have any more.

I even heard that actress Christina Applegate had both her breasts cut off just in case she contracted cancer in the future. I mean, yike! If that’s true, how insane is the faith we, as a society, place in men in white coats? At what point did we all get brainwashed into believing that doctors had all the answers?

4) Conventional medicine will never find a cure for cancer. Are you crazy? D’you have any idea how many hundreds of thousands of people, would be put out of work if a cure were found? The billions of dollars that would be lost? How many institutes would have to close? As long as cancer thrives, so will big business and the millions who leech off it.

It’d be the same story if Jesus returned, as so many Christians believe he will, and started telling evangelicals that most of what they teach and believe is, in actual fact, an ugly contortion of  what God wants, and not even remotely related to what’s good or right. D’you think they’d rush to give up on their rigid beliefs, close down churches, shut down those ghastly, hypocritical, money-grubbing  TV networks they have? Not a chance. They’d simply find a way to crucify him all over again.

I don’t care how much you donate to charity or how much research is done, or how many trials the drugs companies carry out – I bet a 100% cure for cancer will never be found. Look how much money has been poured into research already, and yet cancer is more widespread than ever.

5) Alternative treatments may provide an answer. The mother of a friend of mine defied five sets of doctors, each one of whom advised her to have a tumor removed from her breast. Instead, for five years, she went down the holistic route with all kinds of treatments – Asian mushrooms, Essiac tea, coffee enemas, stuff modern doctors laugh at and decry. But, according to her (and her doctor, too, years later), the tumor became benign and shrank and the cancer healed itself.

Three little stories to back up what I’m saying:

1) An elderly friend of mine told me recently of a pact she made many years ago with a woman she’d known since childhood. Both these women found they had breast cancer around about the same time, and both were tormented by what to do about it. While the other person was scared and submitted to the full cancer treatment program that her doctor threw at her, my friend refused it. She simply ate better food, relaxed more, and abstained from stress and worry and fear. Above all, she refused to concede any ground to the cancer, but more importantly to the medical profession. And guess whch one of them’s alive today. The other woman died a long time ago; the treatments killed her. My friend, on the other hand, is just fine. The cancer simply went away, she tells me.

2) I met a young lawyer at a party last year who told me that her brother had been diagnosed with stomach cancer and was told he could die within months. On finding this out, instead of submitting to fear, he did the uncommon thing – he told family and friends, “Let’s never mention this again.”

“So how is he doing?” I asked her.

“Well, the family freaked out, of course. We all did. But we wanted him to get treatment. Instead, he bought a dog, had lots more fun, changed his diet, and just relaced more. And now he seems fine.”

3) Finally, there’s a big-name movie actor who is currently suffering with blood cancer. I only know this because he happens to be the longtime friend of a friend. But he doesn’t want the industry to find out, so I’m not going to give his name. However, for a couple of years he submitted to standard medical treatments for this condition, only to find that the treatments were breaking down his body more than the cancer was. In effect, his doctors were kiling him. So he took back control and began investigating alternatives.

And in the end, d’you know what helped him turn the corner? Hash oil. Cannabis, basically.

There’s a movie called What if Cannabis Cured Cancer? Following the information contained in it, this big-time actor a few weeks ago began administering strong doses of hash oil to himself on a nightly basis, and you know what? Already he says he’s on the mend. He looks better and feels better, and for the first time senses that he has his life back in his own hands.

These are just three stories; there are many more, some of them featured in my book, along with a ton of fascinating information, all of which has shown me at least there’s a lot more to this cancer thing than we’ve been led to believe. Over the years, the National Cancer Institute has apparently spent $105 billion looking for a cure for cancer. All that money wasted, when in truth the answer may well be staring us right in the face. Simple message: find the root cause and tackle that, don’t merely work to suppress the symptoms.


Anyhow, that’s it. My ten-penneth.

I have to say, though, that, as I watched the TV documentary Farrah’s Story a while ago, about the dying days of Farrah Fawcett, all of this was buzzing through my mind. If only she hadn’t gone to doctors. If only she’d tried other ways. I just wish these people invested more in alternative treatments that are out there, and knew that they don’t have to rush into surgery, and that, indeed, by letting doctors treat them in conventional ways, they may in fact be accelerating their own demise.

Very sad.

By the way, if you haven’t already please read the Disclaimer above.

And here’s what people have been saying about the book:

Gripping. I couldn’t put it down. A book that even true skeptics can believe in!” – Len Richmond, director of What if Cannabis Cured Cancer?
“An extraordinary book with a life-changing message” Andreas Moritz, author of Cancer is Not a Disease.
“A remarkable first-hand exploration of the faith-healing phenomenon” – Dr. Brian G.M. Durie, Aptium Oncology, Inc.
“This book is surprising, challenging, eye-opening, sensitive, touching…I’m running out of words. Just get it and read it.” – Caroline Lehman, author of Through the Moon Gate 
‘”This is an important book for the issues it raises…I highly recommend it” – Jeffrey. D. Rediger M.D., Harvard Medical School


[UPDATE: December 6th 2012] It’s being reported that health guru, and the author of Cancer Is Not a Disease, Andreas Moritz has died. I’m having trouble believing this. At first, I thought it had to be a prank, but I can’t find anything anywhere to contradict this news, so increasingly it’s seeming to be true.

The cause of death is mysterious. His family is not releasing the reason. It’s being suggested that he may have been assassinated by the pharmaceutical industry. He’d received death threats, apparently, and was constantly at war with drug companies over their products. So I guess that’s possible.

But, conspiracy theories aside, if he died of cancer, as many are also supposing, then that would surely indicate to the doubters that, all along, Andreas Moritz was exactly what they were claiming he was – a quack, whose homespun anti-cancer protocols (and he had one involving maple syrup and epsom salts) sold lots of books, but don’t actually work. That could lead to his estate being sued. 

In any case, for now those who were closest to him are playing it safe by saying, “He ascended towards the light” or some such vague New Age mantra, without offering details. It’s a cop-out that has left a lot of his followers disappointed, if not outright angry.

A lot of what Andreas said and wrote about healthy living made perfect sense to me. I’ve adopted his practices here and there over recent years and felt nothing but a great benefit. So I don’t judge him on that score. I shall just remember him as a generous and incredibly passionate and knowledgeable man in the field of health. Someone who was kind enough to give a positive review of my book about John of God, and who helped thousands of people on Curezone.com to deal with their own health problems.

He was a valuable human being and he made a difference. We should all be lucky enough to have that said about us when we die.

R.I.P., buddy.

[UPDATE: November 25th 2013]  The cause of Andreas Moritz’s death has finally been revealed, apparently. Paul Nison, a raw food expert who knew Moritz and his family, issued a statement attached to a video on YouTube. Here’s what he says:

“A couple of months before his transition, Andreas was exposed to insidious mold inhalation. This, with time, created complications that led to heart valve failure, which stemmed from his childhood “severe arrhythmia”. Understandably, Andreas refused to have invasive surgical treatments or procedures, living by his deep-rooted beliefs and supported by a calm, inner knowingness that his time on Earth was completed.”

So now we know. Mystery over. And a lesson learned: avoid mold.



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