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found in
nature?
It is an established fact that the fields, on which our nutritive salts or
cell-foods--our vital sustenance--are grown, were originally formed
from decayed primitive rock and this primitive earth-crust matter is
composed of the same mineral substances that are found in normal
blood. Therefore, our physical welfare and our capacity to resist disease
is clearly dependent upon the condition of our fields. We must always
bear this in mind--the old truism--that,
"AS A MAN EATS, SO IS HE."
We are thus, directly, the products of our fields.
Wrongly fertilized, our fields must produce sickly vegetation, and this
in turn will produce a sickly race and disease in cattle.
Primitive rock consists of granite, porphyry, gneiss and basalt, deposits

which are still found upon the earth in immense quantities, and in the
same condition as thousands of years ago.
As a matter of fact, proposals have been made by noted scientists to
utilize pulverized rock of this kind as compost to assist the fields in a
natural way, and so to restore them to their former producing power,
which would thus enable plants, animals, and man, alike, to regain
those substances indispensable to proper sanguification and general
growth.
The agricultural experiments performed with this stone dust fully
confirm this assumption.
One of the most important tasks of today is to indicate to the farmer
new ways and means of promoting and increasing growth for the food
supply of the nations.
Why, then, I imagine I can hear it asked, if this fact be true and
demonstrated, has it not been applied?
This question may be answered by another. Why does not the natural
system of Hygienic Dietetic Healing find general application in cases
of sickness, since its success is so obviously greater than even that
claimed by medical science?
To this vital question upon which so much of human life and happiness
depends, the weak and degrading answer must suffice; to the effect that
the last vestige of public respect for the sciences would be shaken, and
many wise theories would fail of their imaginary virtues and succumb,
before humanity's best birthright--the quality of healthy blood, kind
nature's ample gift to all,--could be wrested from the selfish hand of
tyranny and mankind enabled to secure from nature's willing hand the
succour that an Infinite Providence offers to disease.
A physician to whom I once explained my theories, heard me for some
minutes and then he said "Well, and so you want to create healthy
blood in this way?" "Yes, surely," I replied. "We have no use for that,"
he callously exclaimed, "there would be no business in that."

Hence Mankind must degenerate and Disease of all kinds ride rampant
through the land, rather than upset the firmly rooted fallacies of the past
or foil the ghoul-like greed of a certain set of conscienceless
practitioners.
To the first of these the terse old Latin satire would apply:
"Homine imperito nunquam quidquam injustius Qui, nisi quod ipse
fecit, nihil rectum putat."
(Terentius.)
"Who is there so unreasoning as he, that learned drone, Who reckons
nothing perfect save what he himself hath known."
(M.B.)
To the second let an outraged public reply.
* * * * *
But meanwhile, as the hideous holocaust proceeds, the mills of God
grind slowly but mysteriously secure. The eternal law of equity is
working still; and from every evil there proceeds a good. Truth may be
hidden in the nether deeps, but some day the strained tension breaks,
the balance reversing brings it to the light. Its spirit works for ever, like
a ferment, hidden long, deep down in the Universal heart of things; for
with majestic, unimpressionable tread, sublimely the silent force of
human progress moves; slow and inevitably sure, the great indwelling
spirit of a vast eternal energy leading man ever upward to the True and
Best.
Against this axiom, alas, graceless and suicidal seems the unwisdom of
the world, in action against all who offer it salvation from its pain; aye,
though he be Christ or Commoner.
Rather be wrong in league with wealth and power than be right--and
stand alone. This is now the worldly wisdom of the sage.

Genius at grips with material and religious power, fares ill; as with
far-famed Copernicus, or "starry Galileo and his woes"; or, in a brave
woman's daring words:--"He, who dares to see a truth not recognized in
creeds, must die the death."
"A time of transition is a time of pain," is a truism well recognized by
all, and he who would press Regeneration upon the world--weak, weary
and unthinking as its people are--must run the gauntlet of the bitter
antagonism of the exploiting clans on this benighted sphere, though
later he may see, across the bourne that bounds life's earthly day, a
stately monument, perchance,