How I learned to love ozone
It was an unsuspecting one-liner on washingtonpost.com, an ad which made some outrageous claim to the effect of “Cure cancer with $2” or something similarly ridiculous. Yet, having lost my mom to pancreatic cancer a few years prior, I was sensitized to cancer cure claims and was still looking for that one thing which would have made a difference..
Gone too soon. My Mom when she was young. She passed away when she was 49 years old of pancreatic cancer. Would have ozone saved her?
I clicked on it and arrived at a page which went on to explain all about the wonders and miracle cures of Hydrogen Peroxide, H2O2. Something which could be bought at any pharmacy anywhere in the world for a few pennies.
I was incredulous but a lot of the claims sounded compelling or at least I didn’t have enough arguments to dismiss them. I kept scrolling down to wait for the inevitable “insert your credit card number here” button which would then charge me $5,000 or some other scandalous amount in order to reveal to me the true secret of how to cure cancer for $2.
That button did appear. But it asked me to pay $50 for a yearly subscription for a newsletter, instead of the anticipated $5,000. Yet, by the time I had arrived at the button I felt like most of the secret had been already given away. At least it was enough for me to cross reference and find out who was behind it. It turned out it was Dr. William C. Douglass, a third generation medical doctor. He had written the book “Medical Miracle”. It was available on amazon for $20.
This is how it all started: “[easyazon_link identifier=”0962664642″ locale=”US” nf=”n” tag=”thepowerofo09-20″]Hydrogen Peroxide: Medical Miracle[/easyazon_link]” by William C. Douglass, M.D.
I never clicked on the $50 button.
I read it and I was highly intrigued.
I went to the nearest pharmacy, bought 35% H2O2 and added around 2 cups into a full hot bath tub of water and soaked in it for 30 min.
After that one bath my arthritis which I had developed in my fingers at age 28, disappeared.
After a few more baths my outrageously stinky feet got better to the point that I started wearing the same pair of socks for 2 weeks straight without washing them. My feet just wouldn’t turn smelly anymore.
My dandruff improved dramatically. It used to be so bad that chunks of bloody skin would detach from my scalp. Previously, I had to buy a special shampoo which was so toxic I had to get a prescription from my doctor. The shampoo never helped me.
Submerging my head under water with the added H2O2 did the trick after just one bath.
I used to go to the gym 3 to 4 times a week, but I would always have shortness of breath. When running on the treadmill my face would turn crimson red and I would look so tortured that I had people come up to me and ask whether everything was alright. In a notoriously impersonal country like Germany it takes strangers a lot to approach you, so that can give you an idea how bad I must have been looking.
My sister and I in Nigeria, around 1984. I used to be the happiest kid.
I was in deep with this “miracle cure”, hook, line and sinker.
This was more than 12 years ago.
As amazing as H2O2 turned out to be, the book went on to say that there was something even more amazing than hydrogen peroxide: ozone.
Something even more amazing than H2O2? How could that be? I had a hard time imagining such a thing. Yet, if it existed, and the author assured me it did, I had to have it. I didn’t know how or when, but I knew I had to have it. Owning such a miraculous machine seemed like having the Ark of the Covenant at home, pure power over one’s health and consequently, over one’s life. Immunity to disease thanks to a forgotten, yet superior technology, the ability to cure cancer, every infection, every disease with this ancient yet pure molecule. The ability to remain healthy and strong until old age. Maybe to even live forever?
My imagination was going overboard.
I soon learned that there were lots of cheap water ozonators on the market which one could buy for $50 or so. But that was not the real deal. The real deal consisted of an oxygen fed medical grade ozone generator. This was the Crown Jewel. THAT’s what I needed to have.
It took me a few more years to get such a machine or what I thought back then was the best option for my budget without having to compromise too much.
Around that time, I had tried to cure a chronic pain in my lower right abdomen (doctors assured me it was not appendicitis) with a 28 days water fast and was admitted to the hospital because of a heart rate of 40 as a result of the water fast.
In front of “Flute”, Champagen Speakeasy, NYC, close to Gramercy Park, around 2009. My health deteriorated dramatically shortly afterwards.
It would take me another 6 years to figure out that I had been slowly poisoned by a substance the toxicity of which is only overshadowed by materials like plutonium or uranium: mercury. Mercury is, after radioactive metals, the most toxic substance on the periodic table. Amalgam fillings implanted into my teeth by a dentist kept emitting one of the deadliest poisons known to men and it was slowly destroying my body.
One day before heading back to work, I set down with a friend in Union Square, my favorite place in NYC, and I told her that I felt as if something was profoundly wrong with my body without being able to put my finger on what it was exactly. I had no idea about mercury building up in me and slowly poisoning me.
What I did have by then were two things: 1) an oxygen fed ozone generator which I felt confident I could do all the therapeutical applications with, and 2) a near unshakable belief that ozone would fix whatever was wrong with me.
Consequently, I started flooding my body with electrified oxygen: I was receiving ozone injections into my joints and ozonated saline IVs at Dr. Chandler Clark’s office, then DIVs (direct ozone IVs), then I started infusing my bodily orifices with ozone: rectum, vagina, ears. I was drinking ozonated water, taking Homozon or oxy-powder and doing ozone saunas. I would spend 2 to 4 hours per day using ozone in various forms on myself.
Ozone had become my religion.
My mood lifted.
My mind cleared up.
The burning sensation in my esophagus I used to experience after meals would become less or disappear completely.
I had energy. Lots of energy.
My joints stopped aching.
My psoriasis which made my nails detach themselves from the nail bed and fill them with puss, retreated completely.
I stopped feeling like an 80 year old and more like a 20 year old woman – while being in my mid 30’s.
I stopped getting colds and flus. I used to have a notoriously bad immune system and used to get sick on average 4 to 5 times per year. Often, winter for me turned into one continuous, torturous sickness. After discovering ozone I would get sick for 20 min only – which was the time it took me to get to my ozone machine and start an ozone protocol. In the past 7 years I was sick only one time.
My digestion improved.
All in all, ozone proved to be a life changing experience.
In the years since I have also discovered shortcomings of ozone therapy.
It’s not a bulletproof solution for cancer.
It can elicit a powerful Herxheimer reaction which for many profoundly sick people can be very difficult to go through.
Unlike what many doctors and practitioners declare, it will not chelate mercury. There probably doesn’t exist as person who tried harder than me to reduce my mercury burden with ozone, and I failed. But it can remedy many symptoms of mercury poisoning.
The gains I had made with ozone did not hold once my toxic metal poisoning progressed. At one point one of my 4 amalgam fillings broke in two, which must have unleashed a mercury vapor volcano in my mouth. My health began to deteriorate quickly. I was overcome by a crushing fatigue and no amounts of ozone were able to lift it. In the end it was amalgam removal and subsequent Andrew Cutler chelation which addressed the underlying problems of all or most of my symptoms.
Still, what I had experienced with ozone and what I kept seeing others experience with this wonder molecule, was unmatched in its immediate and powerful impact.
Ozone is not a miracle cure, but in my opinion it’s the closest to such a thing there is.
Ozone remains for me a most precious treasure and there is no greater joy for me than to share this treasure with others and see people benefit from ozone the same way I did.
Paola, February 2016
Me now. Feeling bloody awesome.
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