The patients I work with tend to suffer from serious diseases. They have dutifully done everything their doctor has told them, and realize that conventional medicine has nothing meaningful left to offer them.
My patients are silent social activists who want “out” of the exploitive corporate medical model. They realize that conventional medicine has no financial incentive whatsoever to help them heal, and there is no cavalry coming in the form of a “magic pill” or “breakthrough treatment”. They are done.
They realize that if they want different results, they’ll have to do things differently. They realize that healing is complex, takes time, and requires persistent and disciplined effort. They want to play the long-game. They want critical, forthright, and meaningful feedback. No more excuses. No more bullshit.
Too Many Pills?
No one has to tell you about the side effects of the drugs you’re already taking. No one needs to ask if they’re often worse than the disease itself. Maybe you already know that prescription drugs are the 3rd leading cause of death of Canadians. There’s good reason why the drug insert is the size of a small novel written in tiny print.
Pure Homeopathy has been practiced for over 200 years with a complete absence of iatrogenesis (making people sick in the pursuit of health). Its breadth, scope, and depth is unparalleled in the History of Medicine.
Pure Homeopathy is safe, effective, and if you’re going to die (and let’s face it, we all will at some point), it will be because of your disease, not because of the drugs you’re taking.
We make choices every day: some good, some bad, some inspired, some indifferent. Sometimes we make the choices we do because we can’t imagine there’s a different option. You can choose to be different – you can choose to heal.
“You aren’t supposed to learn that dedicated, committed effort can bring about significant changes of consciousness and understanding. That’s a very dangerous idea, and therefore it’s been wiped out of history.” – Noam Chomsky
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