Recently, there was a report on a possible breakthrough in understanding chronic fatigue syndrome. Not a cure — just a glimmer of hope.
There has been a cure for over 25 years.
My wife got CFS in 1987. She was always exhausted. Her head ached. She could not remember anything she had just read. She sometimes slept 16 hours a day, and woke up exhausted.
Then we found a cure in 1988. It took three treatments over three days. The symptoms never came back.
It was the same treatment that controlled James Coburn’s debilitating arthritis. I did an interview with him. He said this had restored his career.
The treatment was electronic. I call it a “black box.” In fact, it is gray. I wrote about it over 25 years ago. I wrote about it 12 years ago.
The treatment of course was banned. In 1991, the feds ran the man and his treatment out of the country. One night, his clinic was locked up by the feds. The next day, it was empty. The feds never found him. He went to England. He died a decade later.
Today, the medical establishment remains baffled. They still deny its existence as a disease. “It’s all in your head.” That was what they told my wife.
The most famous victim is Laura Hillenbrand, author of Seabiscuit and Undefeated. Her deliverance is a five-hour drive away. But she doesn’t know this. Almost no one does.
Black box treatments are black market treatments. “Hey, buddy. You want some relief?”
Medicine has no answer. But the medical cartel has control over what answers are not allowed. The feds police the market on behalf of the cartel, making sure that non-approved answers are prosecuted to the limit of the law. The official attitude is this: “Better to keep out unapproved answers than to let the public be fooled by charlatans.”
A “charalatan” delivered my wife from CFS in 72 hours. Cheap.
Murray Rothbard said it best: “When they tell me I’m terminal, I’ll look for a quack.”