New Zealand's Greatest Doctor:
Ulric Williams of Wanganui
A Surgeon who became a Naturopath
By Brenda Sampson
Implosive Healing
Mrs Benson had claims to being one of the most miserable women in New Zealand when she came to us. A widow in her late fifties she had a lump the size of a hen's egg in her right breast. Her doctor had automatically reached for a knife. But preliminary examination disclosed that she had pulmonary TB as well. So they couldn't operate. She was of full figure with big heavy breasts, and this great hard menacing lump in one.
She had been living alone since her husband died, and her life had held little (less, she felt, than nothing) to make it attractive. She knew nothing about how to use foods, took little exercise, was badly constipated, and generally in a depressed and toxic condition.
Our first task, then, was to get her poison laden body detoxicated and meanwhile to present to her a conception of life more like it is, and less as unhappy experiences had led her to believe. Because of her lung condition, and because of her toxic state she was put on a solely milk and orange diet to begin with, plus large daily enemas.
In a few days an area of skin above the lump began to change colour, and Mrs Benson was naturally apprehensive. But we explained that nature, (or God), not we, was doing the healing, and would do the job in its own time and way. Not only would she be healed, we promised her, but life, being God, is good, not evil, or any mixture of good and evil. It works for those who work with it. Before long she would find it opening up for her in all sorts of unexpected ways.
Confidence is induced, not by preaching theological doctrines, but by kindness, and by inspiration derived from our own personal experience.
The discoloured area got darker, and finally black; and serous fluid began to leak out round the edges. To absorb it, Sister had to apply thick wads of cotton wool. At the end of three weeks, when the wad was removed in the morning, the whole black mass with the lump in the middle of it, was sticking to the wool, leaving a hole you could have put your fist in, right down to the chest wall. No pain, no discomfort whatever.
The gap was drawn together with strips of sticking plaster, and gauze to absorb the now scanty discharge. Six weeks from the day Mrs Benson came, the place was healed; and all that was left was a linear scar such as a surgeon might have made.
Just as remarkable was the rapid clearing up of the lung condition. She was in our Home ten weeks. A year later she wrote: "I am amazingly well, and the neighbours marvel as I go swinging up the hill, my happy heart singing for joy."
What, or who healed her? Not three weeks on milk! And certainly not we. I have never seen a comparable happening. I do not know how it was done. But when the Life Spirit, the Christ, was on earth in human form, He did hundreds of such healings; and later, many more even, often using His human followers to work through. That's who did it. And I am privileged that, in this case, and hundreds of others, I was privileged to play a part.
