New Zealand's Greatest Doctor:
Ulric Williams of Wanganui
A Surgeon who became a Naturopath
By Brenda Sampson
Blinded by Science
The modern medical system, to the extent of perhaps 80%, is nothing but a gigantic, cruel, ludicrous, lucrative, transparent fraud. Doctors do not know what disease is nor how it is brought about. They know little of the natural, and nothing at all of the spiritual provisions, either for maintaining or regaining good health.
Disease is mostly a more or less gradual degenerative process, due, first, to failure to fulfil the requirements of well being; and, second, to conventional attempts at prevention and cure.
Healing is mostly a more or less gradual regenerative process - a reward for fulfilling the requirements. Of these processes, acute illnesses are commonly a vital part of Nature's (God's, that is) devices for averting or healing disease.
Doctors, completely unaware of their significance or purpose, are taught that acute illnesses are acute diseases, which they must prevent or cure. With this object, they employ a battery of destructive agents notoriously more dangerous than the ills they are supposed to cure. Poisonous drugs and vaccines, irradiation and mutilating surgery are their weapons. Perhaps the worst "crime" of modern medical so-called science is the increasingly effective suppression of acute illnesses.
Usually successful suppression has one of four consequences.
Either:
the sufferer is killed,
or a foundation is laid for chronic and often incurable disease,
or Nature, if she can, will after periodic intervals, stage more of these would-be spring cleanings
or Healing Crises,
or Nature may effect a cure in spite of treatment, in which case the doctor will claim, and probably get, full credit for recovery.
Disease is a toxicity and deficiency condition with poisons, either produced in the body, or introduced from without, or both; and deficiency of vitamins and minerals, which are such an indispensable part of the body's building, cleaning and repairing materials. The body is a self-healing machine, but before it can heal, it must clean itself.
Our bodies have seven in-built detoxicating mechanisms; lungs, liver, skin, kidneys, bowels, lymphatic system and oxygenation, with fever as an eighth, an E.P.S. or Emergency Precautions Scheme. When the body sets out to detoxicate itself, any or all of these mechanisms maybe called into action, with symptoms to correspond. There is little danger. The patient will not die, unless he is so heavily poisoned by wrong living that death will supervene anyway. Management, not treatment, of acute illnesses is called for. And it is typical of human befuddlement that homo sapiens is the only animal that hasn't enough sense to stop eating when he is sick.
Three illustrative examples are appended. Mrs Adkins wrote in despair from the South Island. A cancer had been removed from her colon, but had recurred. Later it had been pronounced untreatable. Three days later, I was to visit the city where she lived. My first appointment was at a church opposite her home. At the end of a short service I called on the lady. Investigation disclosed that her husband, who for a long time had been drinking to excess had, about the time the growth was discovered, been detected in unfaithfulness.
It was explained to the lady that if she would put and keep herself right and whatever any other person might do, or not do, or say, that she might not approve, she took no notice whatsoever, she could expect a miracle.
Examining the growth, one did not need to be a doctor to appreciate its hopelessness. But, I reminded her, we had both just attended a church service, so why not seek divine help? With fingertips just touching her skin over the growth I asked, aloud, for the gift of faith to accept, at God's hand, what the hand of man could not do.
That was all. No diet. Nothing else. But later Mrs Adkins wrote of the miraculous change in her husband, as well as of steady improvement in her own condition. Fifteen years later she was still working as a valued helper with a well known psychiatrist.
Hazel Rountree had undergone removal of a growth from the bowel; but it had recurred: and when I was asked to see her the end was near. But a Nature Cure diet, enemas, and encouragement brought about a dramatic improvement. So much so that people were coming from far and wide to see the miracle woman. Then the Healing Crisis began: fever, pain, swelling and constipation. It looked as if an abscess was developing. (This is one of Nature's favourite ways of effectively "spring cleaning".) I was visiting the patient twice a day (without charge). On Sunday morning I was met at the door by the daughter. Her attitude seemed strange; and then the secret was out. "Mum's not here; she's in Auckland Hospital." Two weeks later she was dead. That often happens when a Healing Crisis is reacted to with panic, and suppressive mismanagement.
Ursula had untreatable cancer of the bladder. It had begun as occasional blood in the urine. This came from wart-like growths, which, at intervals, were burnt off through a cystoscope. But the growths had become malignant. At last Ursula was told that no further treatment was possible. Then she came to us. After three weeks on a Nature Cure diet she went home, warned that, sooner or later Nature might stage a Healing Crisis - sudden worsening of all her symptoms, with fever, urgency, pain, and possibly vomiting and diarrhoea. Ursula was given strict instructions that if this happened she was to leave food alone, take nothing but citrus juices and water, to rest and have a large enema every day.
Some months later this massive Spring Cleaning developed. She was passing a lot of blood, with pain, uncontrollable urgency and frequency, fever, and solid lumps.
Remembering our instructions, Ursula did as we had said. For six weeks, alone and with no help or supervision, she stuck it out. The upheaval subsided and she was ready for food.
To recuperate, she went to stay with a married daughter. Then she called on the specialist who had finally passed her death sentence. He was staggered to see her; and so evidently happy and well. At his request she entered hospital for examination under anaesthetic. Next day, the bewildered gentleman told our Ursula that whereas, some eighteen months ago she had untreatable cancer of the bladder, there was now nothing whatever wrong.
So there it is. Principles and methods are available and crying for recognition, so simple and effective that, within months of their adoption, perhaps eighty percent of medicos would find themselves out of a job. That is what they are frightened of; so the entire propaganda machine is operated full blast to make and keep their victims ignorant, sick, terrified and exploitable.
But not for long now. Within probably fifteen, perhaps ten, possibly even five years the present world order may go up in smoke.
