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I harbor a certain pleasure in drinking my urine but I don't try to force others to partake of this pleasure. I usually promise people I will tell them about the effects of urine after I have continued with this therapy for at least two years. I still have over a year to go. But there's no rush. After all, I'll have a supply as long as I live, and free of charge at that. If it turns out that urine therapy, which doesn't cost a cent, does indeed improve one's health, it may turn head over heels the negative connotations enforced by Western medicine that urine is a waste product.

I have come to value urine so much that I can no longer associate it with the derogatory terms that have made their way into our curse word vocabulary. In my mind, this therapy stands apart from such derogatory connotations and embodies the principles of entropy, or a type of recycling lifestyle that can be undertaken by everyone, everywhere. Urine is nothing other than oneself, not something separate from oneself.

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As I recall, before I began, Miyamatsu suggested that my wife select a special cup to drink urine from. But now that I practice urine therapy daily, I see no need to be fussy since I'm drinking the product of my own body. I assume it's not in the least bit dirty as long as I rinse out the cup I drink from. Until then, I had washed my hands vigorously after urinating, thinking that I had dirtied them, but now I wash them not out of a sense of taboo, but sumply because it imparts a sense of cleanliness. In other words, I have overcome my prejudice toward the lower half of my body.

Until starting urine therapy, I had never washed a latrine in my life. But nowadays, I will clean up the latrine at lodgings where we are shooting or at my office whenever I perceive the need. I no longer have a sense of defilement. This change in my attitude has been a surprise.

What's even more surprising is the fact I can tell people I drink my own urine. I'm sure some people consider me an inconsiderate lout, as I will quickly launch into the mysteries of its effect and the circumstances leading up to my initiation into urine therapy.

My comments are probably like Greek to some people--totally incomprehensible-- something to go in one ear and out the other. But others are apparently drawn to them and show a genuine interest. Oftentimes I sense they feel my comments are so irrational that there is no other alternative than sheer faith. A change in values, one might say. At any rate, however, this experience has definitely narrowed the sense of inequity I felt between the upper and lower parts of my body.

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The taste of urine varies from day to day--sometimes it's salty, other times acidic, sometimes it smells like ammonia. But sometimes it has a very mild smooth taste. The changes in taste do not necessarily correspond to how much alcohol one has had or how tired one may be. It can be very salty even after eating properly, getting a good night's sleep and feeling fine on awakening, although the opposite is also true. I'm not sure what the most ideal taste is. I only know that the taste changes virtually everyday.

As for my condition as I said before, I was on the borderline of good health, so I really didn't notice any exceptional changes in my health. But I did have tar-like stools that appeared to be built-up residual from my intestines. As a result, I felt as though my abdomen had softened up a bit. And my liver, which was a constant source of concern for me after having swollen up from my continuous drinking, softened to a point where I no longer had to consider stop drinking or at least cut back for my liver's sake.

Moreover, my stiff shoulder and the swelling on my neck disappeared. I had not done any exercises per se, so my neck was still flabby, but the swelling vanished nevertheless. Later the pressure points on my neck throbbed in pain when I had moxibustion and acupuncture, but that, too, disappeared in about two months.

Miyamatsu urged me to continue despite the fact that other symptoms were sure to surface. So I persevered and monitored these changes in my condition as they appeared. I have not cut back on my smoking or drinking.

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One person said he felt as though he had a new lease on life after passiong black stools that had built up on his intestinal walls.

Another friend who was about 50 years old said he had erections in the morning after drinking his urine. A woman photographer friend said she developed a new kind of affinity with her stomach the first time she tried urine therapy. Taking these comments at face value helped ease my apprehension that my stomach would turn somersaults.

But the comment that really persuaded me was one by my friend who said he had passed black stools. He said he could enjoy drinking much more because his intestines felt much lighter and refreshed. He was another one of those people who couldn't pass up alcohol even for a day.

The first glass required courage. I gulped it down in one mouthful. It tasted like sweat but smelled terrible. I could still smell it as it went down my throat. I had to drink it all at once. It was strange drinking this lukewarm liquid. I probably would not have been able to drink it even if I let it cool off for a while and put some distance between it and my body. I felt a strange sense of circulation--returnig to my body what I had just excreted. I was not bothered much by the feared turning of my stomach. I could feel it flowing smoothly from my stomach to my intestines. Since I had no intention of having breakfast right away and mixing up the contents of my stomach, I waited about a half hour before eating anything.

The question was whether or not I would be able to keep it up. Miyamatsu recommmends trying urine therapy for at least six months then continuing for two years at minimum.

Most of us have heard stories about people lost in the desert who were forced to drink their own urine. I had thought this prospect was pure hell-the last resort. But after drinking my own urine, I realized that there's no reason why one's body should not be accustomed to something it has produced itself. After all, fetuses in the womb swim around it their own urine.

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I am easy going by nature, but I do have a sensitive streak. I am particularly sensitive to smells and can't bear the smell of rotten things. Such smells turn my stomach upside down and bring on an urge to vomit. This feeling usually strikes when I am in a tight spot or am very worried about something. Having sensitivities like this, there is no way I could drink body waste, I thought to myself. To my surprise, however, the three other people who were with me and heard Miyamatsu's story tried it the very next day. I laughed the matter off, thinking they were easily deluded, regarless of how persuasive Miyamatsu may have been.

But when one comes to think of it, no one makes any money off this therapy. Other health therapies, like drinking tortoise blood, egg extract or oyster essence, require outlays of around 100 dollars a month to keep up. But one's own urine is completely free. Not a cent goes to Mr. Miyamatsu.

I still had my doubts and asked him whether urine wasn't actually a placebo and individuals who believed in it were just psyching themselves up. I reminded him most ailments can betraced to one's state of mind.

But Miyamatsu said initially he did not believe in the power of urine and tried it only because he felt he had no other alternative. He did not have any expectations but found it taking almost immediate effect on his body. I had to believe him, since Miyamatsu is far from the fanatical type, but is rather on the cool side.

A month later, I met my friends who had begun the therapy. The converstion centered on how their bodies had changed in the meantime. Miyamatsu was present, but the newcomers to urine therapy dominated the lively conversation. They agreed that urine had a cleansing effect on their stomachs and intestines and said they felt that the first glass of urine in the moring on an empty stomach went through their systems in a flash.

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Urine is a Product of Oneself


56-year-old script writer


Althought I am fully aware of the dangers of intemperance, nevertheless, I need a drink every day and smoke 50 to 60 cigarettes daily. This has been going for over 30 years. As a result, to be truthful, I am somewhat worried about any changes in my body. I already have noticed the debilitating impact of cigarettes and drinking on my lungs, bronchii and liver.

I suffered from a sudden bout of asthma attacks in my mid-40s. They may have been precipitated by the dust I inhaled while watching at close range the demolition of the house across the street, as they started that night. Or again it might be from an allergy to the dozen or so cats I keep at home. The fur they shed is probably enough to make a felt carpet. Meanwhile, I threw my back out and developed a strange swelling on my neck just around that time, which I regarded as signs that I was entering old age.

Although I don't encounter much stress in my job as a script writer and manage to release whatever stress that may happen to build up, I've still just barely managed to maintain my health.

I have known Mr. Miyamatsu for nearly 10 years. I accompanied him on a tour of a film I did on the Minamata disease after the oubreak of a similar disease in various Indian reservations in Canada. That was back in 1976, before he had started urine therapy. He seemed pretty fit, although sometimes seemed easily tired. But he was a different person when I met him again in 1981--he had a much healthier complexion and a very trim and fit build. He explained that his change was due to urine therapy.

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The Rejuvenating Effects of Urine Therapy


47-year-old housewife

It's been exactly one year and three months since I began practicing urine therapy. It's clear to me that one cup of urine in the morning is why I can keep up with a busy schedule that includes some late night work, exercise, and practice in a choral ensemble.

It all started two years ago when my mother, who lives overseas, came for a two-month visit. Being together for two months with someone rarely sees gives one a chance to gauge that person's energy levels and frame of mind. When I asked my mother the secret behind her energy, she replied it was the glass of urine in the morning. I vacillated for about a year. But today, I gulp in down without a second thought. I feel as if I have reverted back to my childhood days when I never felt tired a bit. I would definitely recommend urine therapy to anyone who yearns to regain their youth and vitality.

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I couldn't believe how quickly it became effective. I was overjoyed, having no idea it would work so fast. Perhaps that was because my condition had dropped to such a low level. Before I knew it, I felt energetic and vigorous again, My complexion took on a ruddy color, my lips turned red and my skin regained its firmness. All my movements, which until then had been in a state of slow motion, started returning to normal. I regained my appetite once I started moving around and using my body again. Once I began eating again, I was able to put on weight. I noticed a big improvement in my will power and perseverance. The coughing and choking stopped and my palpitations and loss of breath eased up.

I was in top shape for about three months. But my condition took another downturn around July with the arrival of the rainy and muggy summer season. Nor did it improve even when the rainy season ended in mid-July. I'm not sure whether I had run into my second round of reactions, but my condition turned downward again. The first bout had occurred eight months into urine therapy. This second came in the 11th month. The scenario was identical to the first one. Two weeks of coughing fits resulting from bonchitis, insomnia, lack of appetite and weight spiraling down to 46 kilograms. Positive that this was a question of endurance, I relied almost exclusively on urine therapy to pull me through.

I expect to experience these cyclical ups and downs time and again. Mr. Miyamatsu says these reactions are evidence that the body is releasing built-up toxins. According to him, most people ragain their health in a matter of three years. If this is the case, these reactions are to be welcomed.

Thus ends the story of my medical history　and the effects of urine therapy on me. As I'm still in the first year of urine therapy, I don't know whether it will be effective in curing my bonchitis. But it is clear that this body waste has impressive power to restore one's strength. The following experiences have underscored this fact:

1) Urine's incredible effect on me when I first started drinking it.

2) The rash that had bothered me for 10 years cleared up without a further trace.

3) My troublesome allergic rhinitis cleared up when I cleansed my nostrils with urine.

4) My astigmatism cleared up and my nearsightedness improved. My cataract has yet to improve, although it has not regressed further.

5) Urine speeds the healing of cuts, scratches, grazes, splinters and bug bites.


I have not included any hearsay whatsoever, all the comments relate to my actual experiences. I should add that the improvement in my health is due entirely to myself. Regardless of what anyone says, I do not intend to waste a drop of this precious elizir, but will depend on it for the rest of my life. I would be extremely happy if this essay is helpful to others suffering from illnesses similar to mine.

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Although I tried hard to increase my stamina, my condition did not improve. In fact it steadily declined as the rainy summer season approached and during the sultry summer that followed. I couldn't sleep at all as I would go into coughing fits as soon as I went to bed, perhaps because my autonomic nerves relaxed. As a result, I lost my appetite, became emaciated again and watched my weight drop to 46 kilograms. I felt totally debilitated and was sure the end was in sight.

At that time, a lady friend of mine who couldn't bear to watch my deteriorating conditon turned out to be a close relative of Mr. Miyamatsu. She suggested I try urine therapy and elaborated on some cases and its effects. Although I felt as though her story was somewhat far fetched, I was nevertheless impressed with the fact that she(who was the same age as I was) had virtually sprung back to life after being disheartened herself.

Why should drinking body waste be good for a person? I had difficulty erasing this simple question from my mind. But I decided that in my enfeebled condition, I had but two choices, to drink it or not.

Urine is not exactly what one could call pleasant tasting--after all it is body waste. But at the same time, it's not the foul ammonia-like filthy matter most people make it out to be . And since one drinks it the minute it is excreted, nothing could be fresher. So there's no big deal in drinking it, even if it does smell. After all, we all swallow our own saliva. That's what I thought to myself over the first three or four days. By the end of the first week, I thought nothing of it.

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I found a job immediately after graduation in 1934 and worked overseas for a while. Just as the war was winding down in 1944, I was unexpectedly recruited oto fight as I was moving on business from Shanghai to Hankou and was forced to fight on the front lines near Shanghai. Although I had been rejected during the draft because of my nearsightedness and astigmatism, it was assumed that I would make an adquate human barricade, so I suddenly became an enlisted man at the age of 34. It was quite a shock.

After that I was forced into absurd hard labor that defies all description. We didn't get enough to fill our stomachs, but had more than our share of cruelty and wretchedness. The year the war ended, 1945, my luck had it that I was transferred for three months to Manchuria, which was later invaded by the Soviets. I was only a human barricade for a breif time before being taken prisoner and spending two months traveling in freight trains that ordinarily carried domesticated animals to Siberia. During my stint in prisoner-of-war camps, I moved from one end of Siberia to the other--to the border of Kazakhstan and China to the Pamir plateau. We were forced into hard labor for two winters and three summers.

I passed the four years after my consicription in this way. I was often beaten up and barely managed to survive life-threatening situations a number of times. I returned to a bombed-out Tokyo in 1947, a shadow of my former self as mere skin and bones. The immediate postwar period was a terrible time with food extremely scarce. I made every effort to live my life anew. Fortunately, I was able to get proper nutrition and my wight went up to 70 kilograms during a stay in the Unite States from 1952-1956. At that point, I thought my bad luck was behind me.

But unfortunately it wasn't. -omission-