A recent experience with hives has amazed us as a family at how precisely our body provides information about ourselves.
Because we are also pleased about testimonials, I would like to contribute one here.
A few weeks ago, our 8-year-old son came to me one evening complaining that his skin was very itchy on his shoulders, back, and arms. When I looked, I saw redness and blisters or wheals in all the places that itched. On the back, blisters formed with a diameter of several centimeters. The diagnosis I found by comparing it with pictures on the Internet was hives/urticaria. According to conventional medicine, it was an “immunological phenomenon.”
I asked him how long he had had it. “Well, about an hour ago.” What was an hour ago? He looked questioningly into the air, but couldn’t remember anything. Since the skin is our organ of contact with the outside world, I asked him, “Did you touch something, or did someone touch you that disgusted you?” I could tell by the look on his face that I had hit it out of the park. What had happened?
That very afternoon, a neighbor’s child – a friend of his sister – came to visit (all three children are of elementary school age). The three played cop’s and robbers, and our boy was the policeman. After a successful chase, he could catch the burglar (neighbor) and now had to arrest them. The girls insisted that he tie them up and take them away. This disgusted him because he did not want physical contact with the neighbor. So, he refused to put on the shackles. The girls, however, insisted that he should also dutifully perform his task as a policeman… While putting on the rope, there was an involuntary hug, which the neighbor liked, but our boy did not like it.
Nevertheless, he completed the procedure as it was expected of him. Around 6:00 p.m., the girl was picked up, and the boy was free from his “duties” again. Immediately after that, the skin began to itch.
When I explained the correlations to him, he understood immediately and was amazed at how precisely his body provides information about how he feels. Based on the redness and blisters, I could tell him like in the detective series “Monk”: It happened like this … The most intense contacts produced the most vital reactions. Everything was right.
When he discovered it himself, he was enormously pleased with his body language.
“This is my body, and it feels just like me. It’s just like me!” All the symptoms disappeared within a few hours and never returned; however, the neighbor did. But towards her, he now keeps the distance he needs for himself to feel comfortable.
This example showed not only him that if we want to please others against our convictions, we ultimately only harm ourselves. Our body shows us unmistakably and incorruptibly whether we live in harmony with ourselves. There are then no more “evil” diseases to fight, but to understand and accept ourselves. Great!
Many thanks to Dr. Hamer, for discovering and spreading German New Medicine!
There are 12 hours between the two pictures.
With best regards from Northern Germany
Note by Helmut Pilhar
A wonderful testimonial from which you can learn once again!
The boy wanted to be separated from the hug, so the localization is on the back. The duration of the active phase corresponds approximately to that of the healing phase …
And it also has nothing to do with a crazy playing “immune system,” which does not exist at all!
If our children grow up with the knowledge of the Germanische, it is perhaps the greatest and most valuable legacy that we can give them on their way through life.
At this point, I would like to thank all of you who contributed these valuable testimonials.
Cheers to Dr. Hamer, the greatest discoverer!
In the picture, it is recognizable that the boy has the symptoms mainly on the left side. The neighboring daughter is naturally a partner for the boy. One knows the handedness if one knows the conflict and the localization of the symptom. The answer from the father to my question in this regard:
Note: He writes by himself with the right hand, and also, at ball games, everything is done with the right hand, but he prefers to clap with the left hand on top. He has not been retrained. His mother, on the other hand, is retrained left-handed.