How Baar Products Came to Be: A Life-Changing Journey

(This article originally appeared in Venture Inward Magazine, Fall 2023 Edition)

It started out as a beautiful sunny morning at a beach house on the Jersey coast. By noon, clouds had rolled in, and soon those clouds burst open. The summer thunderstorm sent me and my brothers and sisters inside the house my parents were renting. At dinnertime, it was still raining, lightening, and thundering. The whole time we were stuck in the house doing kid stuff to stay entertained.

And then I began to have difficulty breathing. It could have been dust mite particles in the air or even mold in the house that was affecting my lungs— something made it difficult for me to breathe. My lungs felt heavy, my chest felt tight, and I began to wheeze. It was exhausting. I remember the look of worry on my father’s face when my mother telephoned the doctor. I was about seven years old, and this was my first asthma attack. It was a life-changing event.

The doctor told my parents to give me a bit of coffee or soda to get the caffeine to stimulate my system. I was also told to take a cold shower followed by a hot shower—cold then hot, back and forth a few times. Now I understand that this treatment was meant to get my adrenals going, which is helpful for asthma.

After this event, when we learned that my medical options were limited, my mother mentioned a book, There Is a River, that she said contained unusual information about health. That’s when I started reading everything I could about Edgar Cayce and the readings themselves. I discovered that things the “worldly wise” said were not true were actually true. There was a huge contrast between the worldview in the Cayce material and the worldview in society at large. It seemed the knowledge Cayce shared, which made sense to me, had been hidden from us—knowledge that covered a wide range of subjects—from reincarnation and lost civilizations to ancient science and the powerful forces that cause earthquakes and submerge landmasses. It even included information about Jesus—the man who became Christ—with a vivid description of the Last Supper and the Resurrection. I couldn’t get enough of all this, though it was largely ridiculed by society at that time.

My studies of the Cayce readings also gave me information about asthma and allergies, and with the help of our family’s next-door neighbor, we started hunting down ingredients for the recommended remedies. Our neighbors were pastors at a church, which my father helped build, and they knew a lot of people. There was no internet back then, so our neighbor directly asked members of their congregation for help finding the odd ingredients that would make an inhalant for a boy suffering from asthma. We were able to track down most, but not all, of the ingredients, and with my father’s help, we made a concoction.

The medical inhalants prescribed by our doctor had “burned” my lungs, but this formula that we made did not. Today, Baar Products uses its exclusive license to painstakingly source ingredients for this formula, which we call Inspirol® and make in large tanks. When we make it, I often remember my mother, father, and our neighbor, and the memory encourages me to continue my work providing natural healing remedies.

As I look back, I can see now that my struggles with asthma precipitated a way of thinking in me that changed my life, as suffering often does to people. Asthma forced me to find a better way, to look beyond what the medical establishment could offer me. It gave me firsthand experience of the two worlds we live in, and it became a factor in determining which world I would study and serve: the conventional world of thinking, which often claims to have answers but really doesn’t, or the creative world of inner discovery. I guess you can say this was the beginning of how Baar Products came to be decades later.

During those early years, I vacillated between doing what I understood I was “supposed to do”—that is, what society required—and living by the beliefs that were awakening inside me. This indecisiveness went on for some time. I went to college, worked for a medical company, earned a masters in health and then a doctorate in naturopathy, all the while pursuing what seemed to be the proper path. But there was something missing. Whatever I achieved still did not give me lasting joy or peace.

At this time, I also became aware of how forces in society too often crush those who want to offer a different way, a better way, a way that could truly better humanity. In 1986, I drove to Washington, DC, to watch Joseph Newman present his invention, an energy machine, to the United States Congress. He gave a demonstration of his invention hoping he might finally get the patent he had been consistently denied until that point. Physicists, electrical engineers, other scientists, as well as congressional representatives all signed affidavits declaring Newman’s machine to be effective. I was amazed by the demonstration and got a signed book from Newman about his invention. But although everyone there that day saw the machine work, the judge denied Newman his patent, again! There is a documentary called Newman, directed by Jon Fox, that tells the story of the long and drawn-out process Newman experienced trying to get a patent. In the end, this man, who tried to save the world from its dependence on expensive energy, died bitter and broken.

I read about another inventor and a similar scenario playing out. Philo Farnsworth, who grew up on a farm, came up with a brilliant idea that eventually he was able to patent. He knew his patent was valuable, and he only trusted family members to work with him in his manufacturing facility. A large radio corporation hired teams of lawyers to break Farnsworth’s patent. His manufacturing facility mysteriously burned down. He died an alcoholic. Few people today know that Philo Farnsworth invented the television.

And there are other stories like this, stories about the difficult road of creating something both outside conventional thinking and that upsets the stakeholders of established industries.

It was February 1986, and I was driving north on a rainy night for a weekend of skiing. The price of gas was 86 cents a gallon, and it was about two months before the nuclear reactor in Chernobyl would explode. The radio and the drumbeat of the windshield wipers kept me entertained—until suddenly a huge flash of light appeared, and before I knew what was happening, my car was in a ditch. It had been struck by a drunk driver. The impact was so severe, with the car going from 70 mph to 0 mph, that the collision caused some frontal damage to my brain.

This is when I started searching for anything in the Cayce readings that could help me with the headaches and short- term memory loss I was experiencing. I had to get better, and with that goal, I built a Radiac®, a wet cell battery, and a violet ray appliance. I continued working diligently on formulas and solutions too. To this day, I still use everything I developed then.

By 1993 the world was captivated by the raid and burning down of the Branch Davidian compound in Waco, Texas. It was also the year I received a call from a man who was forced to close his business because he was sick. David Atkinson was struggling to put his life back together. He’d been diagnosed with a form of ALS, Lou Gehrig’s disease. After a few long conversations about his condition, I put together an Electrical Immune Therapy System for him to use: it consisted of the Baar® Wet Cell System, Vibradex® Solutions, therapy oils, and a detailed procedure for their use.

David and I worked together for over a year before we started to see results. Most people’s will would have been broken after so many months, and they would have given up. But David was determined. He was also lucky to have a supportive family, who believed in what we were doing. David had read the studies on his condition, so he knew there was nothing else the medical establishment could do to help him. His doctor had told him to go home, get his affairs in order, and prepare to die. That kind of message, though, can also be what fuels a person’s will to live.

The pressure on David to discontinue using the system we developed was immense, especially because according to medical “science,” we were wasting time (and money). It took patience, commitment, and a “one day at a time” approach. But David’s perseverance did pay off. He reversed the symptoms of his disease! His commitment to the system we’d developed, his mind’s laser focus on healing, and his deep faith in God made all the difference. He reversed the outcome the doctors had given him.

David went on to write a book about his recovery, Hope Springs Eternal, which the A.R.E. Press published in 1998. He also traveled the world sharing his story of hope.

I traveled often with David during this time, and I noticed that everywhere he spoke, his story brought out two types of responses. From those with the same diagnosis, those with serious or incurable conditions, and those with a curious and open mind, the overwhelming response was appreciation, admiration, and hope. But from many in the medical community and those in positions of power and influence, even those already involved with these unconventional ideas, all of whom could have anchored and spread the word about this work, the response was resistance and animosity.

I remember making phone calls to set up appointments with doctors from different hospitals who ran an ALS Clinic in Philadelphia. They agreed to do a study on the basically inexpensive system David had used with me. They were curious, because the only treatment they could provide was a drug that cost thousands of dollars a month and that would extend a patient’s life for only three more months—and even the data for the three months was sketchy. In our discussions, I agreed to supply these doctors with all the equipment as well as the detailed procedure David and I used. I agreed to provide practically everything. The doctors would provide the patients for the study (patients they already had), and they would document and publish the results—whatever the results might be. It seemed a no-brainer for them. We were all excited.

And then they found out that the ideas for this treatment came from Edgar Cayce. And that’s when they stopped answering my calls. The study ended before it could effectively begin. Their careers were at stake.

Around this time the FDA—yes, the Food and Drug Administration—called me. They called on a Friday afternoon to let me know they were coming to see me the following Monday. I was taken aback for a second. Then I laughed and said a few expletives to the caller—because it must have been one of my friends playing a joke on me. Why in the world would the FDA visit me? But as that telephone conversation continued, I realized it was the FDA. They really were coming to my home on Monday!

I didn’t sleep all weekend long. I was reminded of something my cousin, a Vietnam vet, told me about the difficulty he had sleeping whenever he was in combat because of his body’s response to the threats. What I was experiencing was nothing like being in battle, but my body was responding to a threat. It would not sleep. The only thing I could do for rest that weekend was meditate.

The following Monday, a gentleman from the FDA knocked on my door, and we sat down in my kitchen. I can still see him, lifting his black briefcase, placing it flat on the kitchen table, and clicking the latches to open it. He took out a notebook, one of those Oxford Composition notebooks, and began asking me questions and writing my answers down in the notebook. I saw that his briefcase was full of files, many of them from lawyers who worked for a medical company. There were also files on me and my work with David, which it appeared another medical company had gathered and sent to the FDA.

Because I’d been quite awake over the weekend and early Monday morning, I had the time to find a lawyer. I found one who had previously worked for the FDA and now represented companies. His fee would be something like $900/hour in today’s dollars. When the FDA agent persisted with his questioning, I realized I did not want to make a mistake and say the wrong thing. So I politely asked the agent if I could call my lawyer. He asked why. I paused, thinking to myself, This FDA agent, who showed me his badge and is sitting at my kitchen table with a briefcase and a notebook interrogating me wants to know why I need a lawyer! I said something in response. I don’t remember what I said, but then the agent did say “yes.”

I called the lawyer and kept him on the phone the whole time the agent questioned me and showed me the literature he’d collected—my product catalogues, a book I wrote about the Radiac®, newsletters David had been writing about motor neuron disease to help others, etc. My attorney emphasized straightaway, “Be polite.” I would speak to the agent and then pick up the telephone handset lying on the table to talk to the lawyer. Then I’d set the handset back down on the table, talk to the agent, and pick up the phone again to talk to the lawyer. Over and over again. It took a long time. The agent and I were both very polite.

I understood why he was there. It was all in his briefcase.

The next day two agents came to my house! And the same thing occurred: questions, documents, and my lawyer on the phone. This time the new agent asked me who my lawyer was, and when I told him, he said that he knew him, that he used to work with him, and that he was a great guy. This new agent seemed to be a manager because he prevented the other agent from asking unrelated questions and taking pictures. After a full morning, the two agents left, cordially. I had a huge legal bill, but I never saw them again—though I did get a call a week later from a guy with a New York accent who asked, “How was your visit last week?” and hung up. I wondered if it was one of the lawyers representing the medical company whose documents I’d seen in that briefcase.

I learned a lot from that experience with the FDA. Aware now of the risks I was facing if I continued to build my business, I decided to accept the challenge. I continued to make products based on the Cayce health readings, products for people who want to have real choices in their health care. Today Baar® provides a full range of amazing remedies and treatments, products that have helped to change many lives. I hope to share some of those stories of healing with you next time in another article for Venture Inward.

Bruce Baar, M.S. N.D.

Dr. Bruce Baar is founder and CEO of Baar Products, Inc. He has a Doctorate in Naturopathy, a Masters in Health, and worked for 18 years in the medical diagnostic industry. He started Baar Products as a health care and personal care company and Nature’s Blessing™ as a high-quality supplement line. The new facility in Pennsylvania is run on solar power—clean, sustainable energy, and environmentally friendly Solar Crafted™. Dr. Baar has lectured around the world on a variety of health topics that inform, encourage, and empower us to take charge of our health choices and decisions. Baar Products is the Official Worldwide Supplier of Edgar Cayce Health Care items. Visit Baar.com for more information.