Tuesday, June 14, 2011

He signed when i asked for a sign

SIGN...
Why not try? I asked myself. 

A few weeks ago, my best friend, Clair, told me about her experience of asking God for a sign. She's been wanting to work a li'l bit far from home and there's an offer for her. Though tempted to grab the chance, she first inquired God about it by asking for a sign: If she will see a white butterfly the next day, then that job is not for her. Sure enough the next day, she saw a small, white butterfly along her way. This means she will let go of a 'good chance' but she trusted in God. Until now, I don't know what God's plan is awaiting her. But you see, my best friend's place is a crowded area where you seldom or never see butterflies...and puff! There goes the sign...Isn't it amazing?^^

So with that, I also tried. Well, to admit, I've been asking signs when I was younger, but i also have to admit that during those times, i some kinda manipulated the events. Lacking faith, eh...

Last week, one of my older sisters asked me to help her find a job for her here in my place. I did go to an agency that Monday afternoon but the staff are busy so i and my best friend, Gretch, went jalan-jalan. Since I'll be on night duty the next day, i told myself to go back to the agency the next morning.

Tuesday. I did wake up early but i felt lazy to go out. My manana habit started to bite me again. While having breakfast, i went to our backdoor and looked up at the mango tree behind the home. I silently talked to God, telling Him that if i see a squirrel on that mango tree within two minutes, then that means He wants me to go to Lucky Plaza and inquire at the agency (wow, S-M-A-R-T). For several seconds, I didn't see any movement from the tree, then...Whoops, out jumped a squirrel from (?) nowhere.... Ah, Lord, OK, so You want me to go there. And off, i went to LP.

The agency was closed when i got there so i walked, sight-seeing in the nearby shops. Then i remembered that i need to buy top-up card for my broadband so that i can upload the video i am preparing for my Ate Rhod's birthday. After getting info at LBC, I looked around for a top-up card. I didn't find any; the shop where we usually buy cards is closed. Maybe, God wanted me not to buy; obviously, i don't have much money. i laughed to myself. Asking Him for another sign, i told Him that if i go back to the agency and it's still closed, then that means i don't buy. well, shrug, it's closed so i didn't buy. May Your will be done, Lord, i silently prayed.

i decided to go back home and as i walked down, i met the agent. i followed him to the agency and discussed for awhile and then i went back home.i relayed the message to my sister about it...and i slept.

that night, our boss, who just came from a three-month work at New Zealand, dropped to check the home. i reminded him of the inpatient medical record for June...and he sat down and started to work on it until he finished at past 2AM, hehe (i just reminded, it's not a rush hihi)... and y'knowhat? he gave me the password for the wifi in our area...woooooowwww!!!!God's sooooo gooooodddd!!!! i dunno what more to say...every time, i'm so overwhelmed with His providence...He's so marvelous!!!

friends, keep up your faith. let's always TRUST in HIM!

9/4/11 Dusk of his life


Tears welled up in my eyes as I held his hand and assured him that Jesus loves him. Deep in my heart, I could feel that his time here on earth is VERY near to end.

He’s not my relative…but I still felt hurt. I just tried to feed him his breakfast but he kept on coughing productively. I could see that he’s in pain as I wiped the tears rolling down his cheeks.

Recalling the events during the last three nights (of which, I was on night duty – alone), I thank God for answering all my prayers: First, that this old man did not pass away during my shift (duh, I’m alone; I don’t like to disturb my tired friends) and second, that all residents slept well.

But on those night duties, I can’t avoid to feel spine-chilled (hmm, human nature). At the middle of the quiet night, Bed 62 pressed the call bell so I ran down to the first floor to attend to him. He told me to give him his blue bed(?) (or bag?) pointing at the foot part of his bed. I saw only a blue chair and showed it to him. He shook his head and said there are three ‘beds’, two are white and the third is blue and is for him. He asked me to call Tom, our general worker, because he knows it. But I told him that I cannot disturb Tom because he has to rest and wake up early to prepare their breakfast and I reassured him that I’ll inform Tom the next day. Hmmm, I remember last week after Eli’s night duty and I was on day duty. Before I bathe him, he told me that someone came to his room that night with a green bag, like sleeping bag. Hayooooww…

I asked him if he knows Jesus; he shook his head. I told him that Jesus loves him, died for him, and can forgive his sins. I, then, prayed for him and he slept at least three hours and called me exactly for his breakfast.

SECOND NIGHT. His daughter asked me to give anything to bluff him on that blue thing that he is asking for to comfort him. I tried to tell her that once I gave him a real blue thing, he will pass away, but she seemed not to mind what I said and just told me that I do whatever I can to make him comfortable and live better. She told me that he related to her that there are three men below his TV and one of them is a god. She then asked if it’s their Chinese god but he said no. He said that He’s the One on the cross, so she took him to our nursing home altar. After his relatives left, I talked to him and prayed for him telling him again that Jesus loves him.

So far, that night he just called me to change his sleeping position.

THIRD CREEPY NIGHT. The daughter confronted me of not giving that blue thing to him (he told her). I told her that he never asked and tried again to tell her that once I give it, it’s his end (because he said that that blue bed was offered by ‘God’ and will make him sleep so well). He was coughing productively (I remember Mr. Naidu before he passed away; I cleaned his mouth several times because of thick phlegm) and starts to become breathless. I prepared his PRN Morphine. As I entered his room, his relatives were silently crying. I just kept quiet and showed them my empathy, administered the medicine, and gave them privacy. Before leaving, his daughter once more reminded me to provide the comfort that he needs.

That night, I was busy until midnight when all residents were settled in bed. Then the call bell rang and the screen showed that familiar figure 62. I ran down to see him. He asked me of that blue thing again. I tried to bluff him pulling up the white blanket and reassured him. He pulled it up and said, “Not this, the blue one, like this”, pointing at the blue color on my uniform. I then told him that there’s no blue bed in the room; he keeps on insisting that there is. He then pleaded that I let him sit at the wheelchair. As I propped him up and let him sit the edge of the bed, he said, “There are two men sitting there.” I felt goose bumps as he pointed at the empty space in front of us. He then pushed away the wheelchair and said he doesn’t like to sit anymore. So I helped him lie down again.

I didn’t say anything but he again mentioned that there were two men sitting there. I uttered a silent prayer and whispered, “Go away, Satan!”

Thinking he is sleeping, I turned to the door when he called my name and asked his friend’s name. I told him I don’t know and that I’ll ask his daughter the next day. But he keeps on asking about it. I just told him again that Jesus loves him, and he said that He’s his friend. So I stayed a little longer and prayed WITH him. Helping him to fold his hands, I prayed thanking God and asking for forgiveness of our sins. He then told me “OK” meaning I can go.

At least every 30 minutes, he rang the bell and I went down carrying my Bible and read him some verses until 3am. Starting this time, there were no calls from him making me worried. So from time to time, I went down to check on him – if he is still breathing. Thank God, he slept well until 7:30am this morning when I woke him up for his breakfast.

I was wiping my tears when the hand phone beeped. It was a message from Dr. Bel, our boss, reminding me and the others to update her every after shift on the residents’ status. I reported that everything’s ok except for Mr. SLS who is breathless, has phlegm, very weak, has hallucinations, etc. etc..

Before going off from duty, I told him that I am going to church today and I will remember him in my prayers. He nodded his head. Before I went to church, I peeped in his room and bade him goodbye.

I came back that evening and I first checked his room – empty. Disregarding the thought that he passed away, I thought that maybe they transferred him to the open dorm. I saw my on-duty friends and they informed me that he drew his last breath at 3pm. Another friend told me that he uttered these words to her: “Bye bye, May.”

Thank God, I did my part. I cared for him, partially out of work, but mostly of my caring nature. I treated him like my own grandpa. And above all, I am happy I was able to impart to him about Jesus’ love. Thank You, Lord, for our lives. And for Mr. SLS, I will always remember that day when you mentioned you appreciate and like my songs. And for the bereaved family, thank you for the trust and for the food goodies.^^

creepy... for me

weird...but i hope i'm wrong.

i thought it's eli's phone beeping and she's just in the other room. but my ears tell me the sound came from above, opposite the other room. and then...

there's the beep again..and again...then, KLAAGG!!

the blinds on the window above me hit the wall.but... it's not windy at all...

with the warm water caressing and soothing my tired body, i just shrugged and continued enjoying my night shower and i thought of my sweet rest after a grueling 14-hour duty. 

after hanging my clothes to dry, i proceeded to the kitchen to throw eli's nappy. my friends are eating their favorite foods.

beep!

i felt my blood rise and my face get hot. i looked back and saw this person whom i trust clicking a... is that a cam? mp4? definitely not a cellphone.

shrug! Breathe deeply...inhale...exhale..whew...

hopefully, i'm mistaken.

the next day, i went out to see what is outside our staff toilet -- a ladder near our window...?! hmm i know, it is placed on that side, but i don't think it should be that near the toilet window.

am i getting paranoid?

(feeling na kung feeling)

anyway, i didn't change my treatment to that person. who am i to judge him... only God knows what really happened... what's more important is i lost nothing. he may see me naked, i don't care. God is with me. let God be the Judge.

Striking GREAT QUOTES from people around me

every day, i am surrounded by different people - loved ones, mere acquaintances, strangers...
every day, there's a lesson for me to learn and adopt, especially from these rational beings...
God placed these many 'someone' around me to enlighten, guide, protect, cheer, entertain, inform me. (aims of journalism na toh, hahak..)
here, let's take a closer look at these words i overheard and took note of from them: (more will be added from time to time)

  • Han ka nga bumaba nu agpasuro ka. - Ma'am Pulicay (during the PGNT meeting)
  • Proper time, not anytime. - Ma'am Pulicay (during the PGNT meeting)
  • Take it as a constructive criticism so that our service will be improved. -Ma'am Saguidic (during the PGNT meeting)
  • You let them do something to respect their dignity. -Ma'am Laurenza Pulicay, BeGH PGNT Orientation, April 15, '10
  • They are patients so we have to have patience. -Ma'am Laurenza Pulicay, BeGH PGNT Orientation, April 15, '10
  • Hindi porke naligo ang isang tsonggo ay mabango na. Naligo man o magshave, tsonggo pa rin. -from a store owner to a gay friend (i overheard this while i was passing by), May 31, '10
  • Home is heaven's gate. -Ptr. Max delos Reyes (when he gave a message during Dr. Nocum's house blessing)
  • Ay apo, ti downfall lang met ti tao ket kwarto or kwarta. -from a friend
  • The genesis of any change is Awareness. -Dr. Lily Ann D. Lando, Director of Applied Communication Division (when she served as guest speaker during the BSU recognition day), Januray 12, '10
  • Nasakit ti sakak. Ada rayumak. -from a patient
  • Han mo gamin biruken, ma, urayem. -Kuya Jr (while we were waiting for taxi and mama's getting impatient saying, "Nagrigat agbiru taxi dituy trinidad.")
  • When God closes the door, He opens the windowSSSSSSS.... - Clair and Kanny
  • Sometimes nagagalit ka hindi dahil galit ka pero para magawa ang dapat gawin. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. - Dr. Nocum (during our morning devotion when we had medical mission at Besao, Mt. Province)


=========to be continued========

Never Alone!

Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth’s rite of passage? Read on dear friends. We hope you will find it interesting and at the same time, learn something important from it.

The young Indian’s father takes him into the forest blindfolded…and leaves him…alone.

The young Indian is required to sit on a stump the whole night, and he is commanded not to take off the blindfold until the ray of sun shines through it. He is there all by himself. He cannot cry out for help to anyone.

Once he survives the night, he is a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of this experience. Each lad must come into his own manhood.

The boy was terrified…could hear all kinds of noise. Beasts were all around him. Maybe even some human would hurt him. The wind blew the grass and earth. And it shook his stump. But he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could be a man.

Finally, after a horrific night, the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he saw his father, sitting on the stump next to him…at watch…the entire night. Finally, after he won his manhood, he realized that he was never alone.

Dear Christian friends, even when we do not know it, our Father is always with us.

We may be thrown into our fiery furnace. But know – be assured – that Jesus will be there, walking around with us and so, the fire will not scorch us.

We may be thrown into our own lion’s den. Our guardian angel will be there and shut the lion’s mouths.

We may have to walk through own shadow of the valley of death. We need not be afraid for our heavenly Father walks with us.

Like the Cherokee Indian youth, we may have to sit on a stump the whole night. But we know that our almighty God will be sitting on the stump with us.



Source: The Lord’s Trumpet, Vol. XXII No. 3
(March 2007) p. 23

Are you TAKING FOR GRANTED your Christianity?

Are you TAKING FOR GRANTED your Christianity?

It’s just so sad to note that many people who confess to be Christians, TAKE FOR GRANTED their being as a Christian. Some are, sadly (and sorry for the word), Christians by name. They don't really profess it. Their actions and sometimes, their words, do not match their Christian confession. Remember the rabbis in Jesus’ days? They proclaim that they are people of God, but what did they do? They facilitated the crucifixion of Jesus, their Savior.

The rabbis and some Christians today have something in common. They harden their hearts; knowing and seeing the truth yet rejecting it. They preferred to be deceived by the father of lies. They are being misled by what Satan offers – wealth or money, fame or name, power or dominion, name all worldly pleasures and treasures. Does this ring a bell? Yea, these were used by Satan to tempt Jesus while He was alone. And we know how and what Jesus responded to these alluring temptations. So as Christians whose name is rooted in Jesus CHRIST and whose name means ‘followers of CHRIST’, how should we respond when we face temptations?

Indeed, being a Christian doesn’t guarantee a very good and comfortable life here on earth. To be a true Christian is to be persecuted. To be persecuted means to “suffer because of beliefs” (Merriam-Webster Dictionary) through “extremely bad treatment” (MacMillan Dictionary) such that “the persecutor, pursues (us)…with malevolent intentions, cruelty, and hatefulness” (Kapsambelis, 2010). Jesus had warned us of this. He said in John 15:20, “Do you remember what I told you? 'A slave is not greater than the master.' Since they persecuted me, naturally they will persecute you” (New Living Translation, 2007).

But praise God! These persecutions make us more than conquerors through Jesus, our Savior, who loves us (Roman 8:37, New International Version, 1984). These persecutions give us more blessings and wraps us more peace (Matthew 5:10-12, Curtis, 2002). Moreover, Romans 5:3-4 reassures us that “we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope” (New International Version, 1984).

Curtis, D. B. 2002. Blessed are the persecuted. Retrieved September 14, 2010, fromhttp://www.bereanbiblechurch.org/transcripts/som/5_10-12.htm

Kapsambelis, V. (2010). Persecution. Retrieved September 14, 2010, fromhttp://www.answers.com/topic/persecution

MacMillan Dictionary. (2010). Persecution. Retrieved September 14, 2010, fromhttp://www.macmillandictionary.com/dictionary/british/persecution

Merriam-Webster Dictionary. (2010). Persecuting. Retrieved September 14, 2010, fromhttp://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/persecuting

New International Version. (1984). Romans 8:37. Retrieved September 14, 2010, fromhttp://bible.cc/romans/8-37.htm

New International Version. (1984). Romans 5. Retrieved September 14, 2010, fromhttp://niv.scripturetext.com/romans/5-3.htm

New Living Translation. (2007). John 15:20. Retrieved September 14, 2010, fromhttp://bible.cc/john/15-20.htm


The Love Cup (1st of 2-part series) by Kay Kuzma (excerpted from Creating Love)

i wanna share this very good article i had read years back from health and home magazine...this has helped me in my daily living...i hope this will touch you too...i highlighted the lines that i love most...^^
Fill your love cup
Down deep in your heart there’s a cup. Not a fine china, silver, or gold. But a cup of feeling and emotion, that when filled makes life worth living. I call it the love cup. It measures your level of contentment. In essence, it’s your psychological well-being. To speak of a cup of love is, of course, a metaphor. But this word picture might help you better understand a difficult concept. Let me see if I can’t help get you in touch with your cup.
Close your eyes. Picture yourself as a child, snuggled close to your mom’s sweet scent of perfume. She’s rocking you. She smiles; you smile. She strokes your cheek. Softly, she sings a lullaby. Your tummy is full of her good milk. You’re warm and cozy and dry. Do you feel yourself filling? Ahh, such contentment! You’re in school – your favorite teacher pauses at your desk, gently touches your arm, smiles, and says, “Do you have any idea how lucky I feel to be your teacher? You’re doing so well in your schoolwork. And I appreciate how kind and helpful you are to your classmates. Thank you for being you.” Are you catching the feeling?
Pause again, and think of a warm day. The scent of blossoms in the air, birds singing. No clocks. No worries. Picture yourself with someone you really care about, someone you love. You feel secure next to this person. It just feels good being close. Then that special one turns to you, gives you a hug, and shares how much you’re appreciated – how much you’re friendship means. Concentrate on the scene for a few seconds. Wow, how do you feel? What’s happening to your love cup? Can you feel it filling? Surely, you do; LOVE TRANSFORMS, MOTIVATES, AND INSPIRES.
It’s not a romantic love, of which I write. Passion is a roller-coaster dependent on circumstances: driven by desire; stimulated by physical involvement, and depressed by hurt and alienation. The love that fills the empty place in a heart is neither eros, nor philos – a love that gives to get. It is agape. It is a principle, not necessarily devoid of emotion, but not dependent on it either. IT IS LOVE GIVEN WITH NO STRINGS ATTACHED, JUST BECAUSE THE OTHER EXISTS. WHEN EXPERIENCED, ENDORPHINS – WHICH ARE CHEMICALLY SIMILAR TO MORPHINE – FLOW INTO THE BRAIN, PRODUCING THE SENSE OF SECURITY, PEACE, AND CALM. ONE FEELS GOOD BECAUSE ONE FEELS INTRINSICALLY VALUABLE. MUCH OF THE TIME WE’RE UNAWARE OF THE CUP WITHIN US. WE GET BY EXISTING FROM DAY TO DAY WITH A PARTLY FILLED CUP. WHEN IT’S EMPTY, WE FEEL IT HARD AND COLD WITHIN, ALMOST LIKE WE’RE DYING. WHEN IT’S FULL, WE FEEL THE OTHER EXTREME, AN ALL-ENCOMPASSING WARMTH AND CONTENTMENT. IT MAKES US EAGER TO SHARE. WE WANT TO SING AND SHOUT FOR JOY, AND WE TRULY BEGIN TO LIVE. LIFE IS FOR LIVING, NOT MERELY EXISTING.
No one wants to falter from an insufficient love supply. So think about that love cup inside you. Sharpen your senses to signal you when your cup begins to empty. Fine-tune your perceptions to the feelings of others. Learn to catch their signal, “my love cup is running low.”Your love cup and behavior YOUR LOVE CUP IS LIKE AN EMOTIONAL BAROMETER THAT CAN PREDICT BEHAVIOR. WHEN IT’S FULL AND OVERFLOWING, YOU BECOME A LOVING PERSON. IT’S AS IF YOUR LIFE IS SO FILLED WITH LOVE THAT YOU CAN’T HOLD IT ALL! YOU WANT TO SHARE THOSE GOOD FEELINGS WITH OTHERS. BUT WHEN YOUR CUP IS RUNNING LOW, YOU FEEL UNLOVED, REJECTED, WORTHLESS, AND EMPTY – YOUR HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE. WHEN YOUR CUP IS DRAINED, YOUR WORLD TURNS NEGATIVE: ANGER, CRITICISM, SARCASM, GUILT, AND BITTERNESS RUSH IN TO FILL THE VOID. YOU HAVE NOTHING BUT BITTER GALL TO SHARE WITH OTHERS.
Most children and many adults equate love with attention. When denied attention they feel unloved. So they seek attention. And it doesn’t take long for a child to learn a sure-fire road to get it: just be obnoxious, disobedient, or destructive! Many grow up viewing life negatively – becoming bossy, demanding, sarcastic, demeaning, or complaining individuals. They blame God for dealing them a losing hand. They are unhappy, perhaps bitter, because their fathers never gave moral support, or their mothers failed to comfort them, or their friends wouldn’t stand up for them. THEY LIVE IN AN ALIEN WORLD WHERE NO ONE CARES. FEARFUL OF BEING TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF AND HURT ONCE AGAIN, THEY’VE LEARNED TO LOOK OUT FOR THEMSELVES. THEY SPEND THEIR TIME SELFISHLY INDULGING THEMSELVES, TOO OFTEN STEPPING ON OTHERS TO GET WHAT THEY WANT. BUT WHAT THEY REALLY WANT – LOVE – SEEMS ALWAYS TO ELUDE THEM.
They never experience the joy of giving; they never feel they have anything to give. Their lives are empty; they crave love. But THEIR LOVE CUPS REMAIN EMPTY BECAUSE THEY HAVE NEVER LEARNED THE LESSON, “IT IS MORE BLESSED TO GIVE THAN TO RECEIVE.” THEY DON’T APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT THE MORE YOU GIVE THE MORE YOU WILL RECEIVE. In their overwhelming concern for themselves, they develop characteristics that make them difficult to live with and impossible to love.
Mindy’s husband was difficult to love. He never remembered his dad saying, “I love you,” and he grew up having to look out for himself. Now married, he found it hard to be warm and responsive. Mindy was just about ready to give up on her marriage when she came to the weekend women’s retreat and heard these words, “DO YOU SOMETIMES FEEL EMPTY AND WISH SOMEONE WOULD GIVE YOU A LITTLE LOVE AND ATTENTION? WELL, THE ANSWER MIGHT BE TO FIRST GIVE SOME LOVE AWAY.”
Mindy was intrigued by the love-cup principle. Could it be that her husband was unloving because his love cup was empty and he had nothing to give? She determined to try and fill him up. Then when he was full and overflowing there might be a chance that he could be loving too. Mindy decided to make a list of all the reasons she loved her husband. When she got home from the retreat she asked him to sit down because she had a list of things to read him. His back bristled. Immediately he thought about the faucet that didn’t work and the light bulb that needed changing. He sat in silence as Mindy began reading her list, absorbing words he hadn’t heard since honeymoon days.
At the end, he smiled weakly and asked, “Is that all?” “Oh no,” she said quickly, thinking of a few more reasons. He then got up and went to his desk and shuffled through some papers. Nothing like this had occurred in their marriage for a long time, and he just didn’t know how to respond.
Now I must interrupt and give you an insight that happened a number of years before. Then I’ll tell you the end of the story. Mindy had wanted a mixer that kneaded bread dough. She knew the budget could never stand this luxury item, but she asked her husband anyway. “Honey, do you think we could get one of those mixers that make bread?” “I’ll make a deal with you,” he bargained, “if you lose weight, I’ll get you the mixer.” Mindy tried. She starved herself and gained five pounds. Two years went by. No weight lost – and no mixer. And then the love list.
Later that afternoon, he called to Mindy. “Oh, Mindy, I’ve decided I should go down to the bank and arrange for the financing to get the jeep fixed, and while I’m there I might as well get enough money for that bread mixer that you’ve been wanting.” It was his way of saying, “Mindy, I love you too.” And the result? Mindy began losing weight – even with mouth-watering loaves of fresh home-baked bread in the kitchen! What can you learn from Mindy’s story? Just this. WHEN YOU FEEL UNLOVED AND YOUR LIFE SEEMS EMPTY, IT’S TIME TO START REACHING OUT TO OTHERS. BUT IN THE PROCESS OF FILLING OTHERS WITH LOVE, THE CHANCES ARE THAT LOVE WILL BE POURED BACK INTO YOUR LIFE IN WAYS THAT YOU MIGHT LEAST EXPECT. But caution! DON’T GIVE LOVE TO GET! GIVE LOVE BECAUSE GOD SAYS THAT’S WHAT YOU SHOULD DO. GIVE LOVE REGARDLESS OF THE OUTCOME. GIVE LOVE EVEN THOUGH IT MAY SEEM WASTED.

cancer killer^^

Guyabano, Banaba, Soursop,Graviola, Guanabana 
The Sour Sop or the fruit from the graviola tree is a miraculous natural cancer cell killer 10,000 times stronger than Chemo.
Why are we not aware of this? 
Its because some big corporation want to make back their money spent on years of research by 
trying to make a synthetic version of it for sale.

So, since you know it now you can help a friend in need by letting him know or just drink some sour sop juice yourself as prevention from time to time. 
The taste is not bad after all. It’s completely natural and definitely has no side effects. 
If you have the space, plant one in your garden.
The other parts of the tree are also useful.

The next time you have a fruit juice, ask for a sour sop. 

How many people died in vain while this billion-dollar drug maker concealed the secret of the miraculous Graviola tree? 

Th is tree is low and is called graviola in Brazil , guanabana in Spanish and has the uninspiring name "soursop" in English. 
The fruit is very large and the subacid sweet white pulp is eaten out of hand or, more commonly, used to make fruit drinks, sherbets and such.

The principal interest in this plant is because of its strong anti-cancer effects. 
Although it is effective for a number of medical conditions, it is its anti tumor effect that is of most interest. 
This plant is a proven cancer remedy for cancers of all types.

Besides being a cancer remedy, graviola is a broad spectrum antimicrobial agent for both bacterial and fungal infections, 
is effective against internal parasites and worms, lowers high blood pressure and is used for depression, 
stress and nervous disorders. 



If there ever was a single example that makes it dramatically clear why the existence of Health Sciences Institute is so vital to Americans like you, it's the incredible story behind the Graviola tree.

The truth is stunningly simple: 
Deep within the Amazon
Rainforest grows a tree that could literally revolutionize what you, your doctor, 
and the rest of the world thinks about cancer treatment and chances of survival. 
The future has never looked more promising.

Research shows that with extracts from this miraculous tree it now may be possible to:
* Attack cancer safely and effectively with an all-natural therapy that does not cause extreme nausea, weight loss and hair loss
* Protect your immune system and avoid deadly infections
* Feel stronger and healthier throughout the course of the treatment
* Boost your energy and improve your outlook on life 

The source o f this information is just as stunning: It comes from one of America 's largest drug manufacturers, the fruit of over 20 laboratory tests conducted since the 1970's! 
What those tests revealed was nothing short of mind numbing... 
Extracts from the tree were shown to:

* Effectively target and kill malignant cells in 12 types of cancer, including colon, 
breast, prostate, lung and pancreatic cancer..
* The tree compounds proved to be up to 10,000 times stronger in slowing the growth of cancer cells than Adriamycin, 
a commonly used chemotherapeutic drug!
* What's more, unlike chemotherapy, the compound extracted from the Graviola tree selectively hunts
down and kills only cancer cells. 
It does not harm healthy cells! 
The amazing anti-cancer properties of the Graviola tree have been extensively researched-- 
so why haven't you heard anything about it? 
If Graviola extract is as half as promising as it appears to be-- 
why doesn't every single oncologist at every major hospital insist on using it on all his or her patients?

The spine-chilling answer illustrates just how easily our health-- 
and for many, our very lives(!)--are controlled by money and power.

Graviola--the plant that worked too well

One of America 's biggest billion-dollar drug makers began a search for a cancer cure and their research centered on Graviola, 
a legendary healing tree from the Amazon Rainforest.

Variou s parts of the Graviola tree--including the bark, leaves, roots, fruit and fruit-seeds- -have been used for centuries by medicine men and native Indians in South America to treat heart disease, asthma, liver problems and arthritis. 
Going on very little documented scientific evidence, the company poured money and resources into testing the tree's anti-cancerous properties-- and were shocked by the results. Graviola proved itself to be a cancer-killing dynamo. 


But that's where the Graviola story nearly ended.

The company had one huge problem with the Graviola tree--it's completely natural, and so, under federal law, not patentable. There's no way to make serious profits from it.

It turns out the drug company invested nearly seven years trying to
synthesize two of the Graviola tree's most powerful anti-cancer ingredients. 
If they could isolate and produce man-made clones of what makes the Graviola so potent, 
they'd be able to patent it and make their money back. 
Alas, they hit a brick wall. The original simply could not be replicated. 
There was no way the company could protect its profits--or even make back the millions it poured into research.

As the dream of huge profits evaporated, their testing on Graviola came to a screeching halt. 
Even worse, the company shelved the entire project and chose not to publish the findings of its research!

Luckily, however, there was one scientist from the Graviola research team 
whose conscience wouldn't let him see such atrocity committed. 
Risking his career, he contacted a company that's dedicated to harvesting medical plants from the Amazon Rainforest 
and blew the whistle.

Miracle unleashed
When researchers at the Health Sciences Institute were alerted to the news of Graviola, 
they began tracking the research done on the cancer-killing tree. 
Evidence of the astounding effectiveness of Graviola--and its shocking cover-up--came in fast and furious....

....The National Cancer Institute performed the first scientific research in 1976. 
The results showed that Graviola's "leaves and stems were found effective in attacking and destroying malignant cells." Inexplicably, the results were published in an internal report and never released to the public...

...Since 1976, Graviola has proven to be an immensely potent cancer killer in 20 independent laboratory tests, 
yet no double-blind clinical trials-- 
the typical benchmark mainstream doctors and journals use to judge a
treatment's value- -were ever initiated.. 



A study published in the Journal of Natural Products, 
following a recent study conducted at Catholic University of South Korea stated that one chemical in Graviola was found to 
selectively kill colon cancer cells at "10,000 times the potency of (the commonly used chemotherapy drug) Adriamycin.. ."

....The most significant part of the Catholic University of South Korea report is that 
Graviola was shown to selectively target the cancer cells, leaving healthy cells untouched. 
Unlike chemotherapy, which indiscriminately targets all actively reproducing cells (such as stomach and hair cells), 
causing the often devastating side effects of nausea and hair loss in cancer patients.

...A study at Purdue University recently found that leaves from the Graviola tree killed cancer cells among six human cell lines and were especially effective against prostate, pancreatic and lung cancers... 
Seven years of silence broken--it's finally here!

A limited supply of Graviola extract, grown and harvested by indigenous people in Brazil , is finally available in America .

The full Graviola Story--including where you can get it and how to use it--is included in Beyond Chemotherapy: 
New Cancer Killers, Safe as Mother's Milk, 
a Health Sciences Institute FREE special bonus report on natural substances 
that will effectively revolutionize the fight against cancer.



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