The Lost Book of Remedies - pdf - Claude Davis The_Lost_Book_of_Remedies | Page 17

There was one from when my grandfather took me horseback riding for the first
time. And one where he taught me how to shoot his rifle. Then another one from
when we set up a big campfire to keep the wild boars from eating our crops. It didn't
help; they still devastated our corn. But I surely loved that large fire and the
marshmallows we cooked that night. We were so happy back then.
That's when it really hit me for the first time-I would never see or talk to my
grandfather ever again.
And what I'll miss most of all-by far-are the times when we would go out to harvest
the plants he needed for his medicines. Sometimes he would even send me out alone
after giving me just his notebook filled with drawings. And I would always come
back with a bag full of healing weeds.
On his nightstand, I found exactly his incredibly worn out notebook. The one he
started with Aiyana during the Great Depression. The one that traveled with him
during WWII and brought relief to American soldiers on the battlefield. The same
notebook my grandfather brought with him when I had one foot in the grave. And
the very same one that had helped thousands of other people.
Some of them had conditions so severe their own doctors didn't know what to do.
They all showed up on our doorstep: desperate mothers with their children, hopeless
seniors plagued by chronic pain, and even bedridden people brought by their
relatives. I've seen them all.
With my grandfather's passing, the world lost a great healer. My grandfather would
never be able to help anyone anymore, but I decided his notebook will.
That's why I edited his old notebook so that anyone can take advantage of my
grandfather's most powerful remedies. Instead of his drawings, I added real color
pictures of the plants, so you can easily identify them. I also replaced his
handwriting.
At times it was difficult to make out, probably because some of the pages were
written in the field and even in the midst of battle. But other than this, I left the
information untouched. His manuscripts had stains of American blood from WWII
on them. I printed those too, exactly as I found them.
After months of work and spending a great deal of time and money, I had it
published.