The Edgar Cayce readings helped me to heal my rheumatoid arthritis almost 30 years ago. When I first discovered I was sick I was still attending college, I lived on a junk food diet and already had a history of physical problems. One day in a bookstore I bent down to look at books on a lower shelf and my right knee popped. A visit to the doctor revealed that I had arthritis.
For eight years the pain grew steadily worse until I was virtually crippled. My knees were so tender that the sensation when they accidentally touched was excruciating. I consulted four different doctors without improvement, and became really alarmed when they proposed scraping the bone and draining out the fluid with long needles. Another family member had tried this and it was not effective. I was in unrelenting pain 24 hours every day.
During this time I continued to seek healing, prompted by an inner voice, which kept telling me “The body is meant to be well”. On one occasion I even attended a service by a famous healer, but was not one of those who were healed. I also read some books about health but they were simply not convincing. Although I had full medical coverage through my job with McDonnell Douglas, I did not choose to have joint replacement as the doctors suggested. Instead, I kept searching for a less invasive, less painful cure.
One day in 1967, I was on pain pills, shopping in the dime store, when I found myself drawn to a copy of “There is a River” by Thomas Sugrue. Actually I stood in line with the book, decided I didn’t need it, put it back and left the store, but the title kept flashing through my head until I drove back two weeks later and bought it. When I got home I started an all-night reading session. I had to stop the next morning to report to work. I went to work that day following a sleepless night but it was worth it, because finally I had some real hope. Although I knew Edgar Cayce was no longer alive, I decided to follow the case history on arthritis which was included in the back of the book. It was my firm belief that “If it works for one body, it will work for another body.”
The first treatment was to purify my body for 30 days by eating right. This meant no sugar, starch, alcohol, red meat, pork or fried foods and NEVER ANY PRESERVATIVES. I ate primarily turkey, chicken, fish, fresh fruits and vegetables and whole wheat bread. At first, until my body could handle raw foods, I ate cooked vegetables. Cabbage and bananas were also to be avoided in this program. Lamb was allowed but I don’t like it so I passed on lamb. Although I did not adhere to this diet perfectly, I knew it was helping my body to change, cell by cell.
After 30 days of purifying the bloodstream through diet, I began taking Epsom salts baths once a week, using five pounds to a tub of water as hot as I could stand. I would soak in the bath for 35 minutes, rubbing my sore joints. After rinsing with fresh water, I would spread a plastic sheet on my bed and then sit on this while I massaged my joints with peanut oil. Then I would go to rest or sleep.
The next part of the treatment, Atomidine dosage, was more difficult because first I had to find the Atomidine. At that time, “There is a River” did not have an address for the A.R.E. and when I located them, they were slow to respond. Through A.R.E. I obtained an address for a Virginia Beach pharmacy which served as a supplier. Finally I obtained my Atomidine, and devised a dosage cycle which suited me but was somewhat different from the one suggested in the reading. I took one drop of Atomidine in a glass of water each morning for five days, then off for five days. Then I resumed one drop for five days then off for five days. I continued this cycle for about a year and a half.
Finding a person who did colonics was equally challenging, as none of the doctors or hospitals I questioned had any information on the subject. I was eventually given the address of someone who agreed to give me a colonic once a month. This woman was 70 years old but looked half her age, and had once had arthritis herself. At the age of seventeen she was practically doubled over with pain so severe she couldn’t bear to be touched. She happened to see an ad for a lecture by the well-known nutritionist, Dr. Jensen, who claimed to have a cure for arthritis. He was persuaded to undertake her treatment, which consisted primarily of juice fasts and colonics. After she was cured, she devoted her life to giving colonics herself.
My other Cayce recommendation was to have a spinal adjustment twice a week. I found a wonderful chiropractor who included some massage as a part of the treatment.
During this time I was often discouraged, especially at first. I would look in the mirror and cry because there was no visible progress. But as the months went by I began to improve, slowly but surely, and cell by cell. After a year and a half I was free of pain, except for an ache in my fingers when rain was due, which I thought I could live with. Finally, I was attending the annual A.R.E. Conference in Asilomar, California, when I discovered it had rained during the night and I had felt no symptoms. I knew then I was healed at the deepest cellular level.
Since that time my arthritis has not returned despite decades of stress on my fingers caused by my typing job. I used to be an atheist, but once I started getting well I decided that if Cayce was right about the care of the body, he was probably correct about other things as well. This prompted me to pull out “There is a River” again and read the Philosophy Section in the back of the book. I decided to join the A.R.E. and am now a Life Member. I thank God and Edgar Cayce every day for my healing. I hate to think of the painful physical life I would have lived without Cayce’s reading. I was crippled for eight years with rheumatoid arthritis (which is the most deforming) and I have been healed for 26 years. Cayce not only enabled me to heal the body but he led me to God and to mental and spiritual healing as well. Today I am learning the current rage: Country line dancing! Country line dancing would not be possible for me today if it were not for Cayce having laid down his life daily to make mine livable and fun.[NOTE: The preceding story was submitted to David McMillin on November 15, 1998 by the author, Loretta G.]