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The Incredible and Incomprehensible Efficacy of Urine


74-year-old retired male

Like it or not, one faces all sorts of unforeseen events in life. Some things can't be avoided, no matter how much one may wish to circumvent them. I have gone through various experiences in my 70-some years, including the great Kanto Earthquake of 1923, the killing of men in the name of a "holy war," and long years of forced labor in Siberia, to name a few.

Today, I no longer think of urine as discarded human waste, but an elixir and I intend to spend my remaining days imbibing it. This, too, was an unexpected turn of events.

Let me tell you how this came about. But before that, I should tell you about myself, since my personal history plays a part in this change.

I was born and raised in Tokyo in 1910, at the end of the Meiji Period. Having been raised simply, I grew up strong and was never sick during my junior high school days. The great Kanto Earthquake of the autumn of 1923 was the first time I had ever witnessed so much human carnage firsthand.

I developed nearsightedness and had astigmatism from my junior high days. I reached adulthood in 1926, at around the time of entry into the Showa Period. Just around the time I was studying for college, I took up smoking, and from then to 1973, generally smoked around 20 cigarettes a day. I'm not much of a drinker, however.

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The sneezing and sniffling nose are like a dream. Now in the heat of summer I perspire profusely, shower off, and enjoy the cool breeze of evening. I can finally partake in summer in the way it should be done. This year I was finally liberated from the long-sleeve blouses and thin sweaters I had bundled myself up in for the last 20 or 30 years.

Everything looks and sounds so sounds so enjoyable since regaining my health. I was reminded of the ocean's allure 30 years ago when I was healthy. But I had misgivings about swimming--after all, so many years had passed that I thought it might be foolish to take the plunge. But I decide to try and took my grandchildren to a pool in a cool resort. I had not forgotten how to swim and had a great time. My grandchilddren were so surprised that they applauded and cheered me on.

Whereas I could only swim three meters five years ago, I didn't feel too much pressure on my heart after swimming 10 meters. I could swim! I didn't know how to express this feeling of resurrection, particularly when recalling my past when I was chronically ill. I was beyond the stage of tears; I could only yell out "Yipee!"

My previous swimming experiment left me chilled and brought on gastritis, which was extremely difficult to treat.

Today, thanks to Mr. Miyamatsu's guidance, I am confident that I have succeeded in ridding myself of the chronic ailments that plagued me for the past 30 years.

I should note that I have followed Mr. miyamatsu's advice to bathe in water that just reaches to the level of the navel. Immmersing the parts of the body below the chest, i.e. the heart and lungs, leaves one's back toasty warm after the bath. This practice reconfirms the old caveat about keeping the head cool and feet warm. My insomnia has disappeared since I began taking this type of bath before bed.

In my younger days, I felt like I was in good condition when I didn't have to visit the doctor. But even then, I relied on my assortment of vitamins and restorative tonics. But since beginning urine therapy nine months ago, I have stopped taking all these medicines, yet found myself healthier than ever.

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There's nothing more refreshing during the stifling heat of midsummer than cooling off after a bath on the veranda. But as soon as I got to the veranda I would have sneezing fits and drippy nose. I'm sure only those who have had this kind of experience can sympathize with me. The saniffles and tears brought on by the sneezing fits were enough to make me cry with anger. Nothing was more irritating than being unable to relax in a cool breeze in the heat of summer like everyone else. When I tried all the harder to torerate the sneezing, my arms would be covered with goose bumps all the way up to my shoulders after the sneezing attacks. I gave up on cooling off in summer and started wearing long-sleeved blouses. But as I was in this poor physical state, I didn't perspire a bit.

Naturally, it was impossible to stay for any length in an air-conditioned room for any period of time. And the cool summer breezes of the montains were equally out of the question. I had to resign myself to the fact that I was not the type of person who could go to ritzy mountain resorts in the heat of summer.

I felt my last resort was cool water. After all, I was on our school's swimming team in my school days and I took our children to the beach every summer before I had the systerectomy.

But after the two operations, high blood pressure, and the 30 years of allergic rhinitis, swimming was obviously out of the question. About five years ago I tried swimming once, but lost my breath after only three meters or so. That experience underscored how much my physical strength had deteriorated and left a mental scar on me.

My elder brother and his wife, worried about my condition, arraged for Mr. Miyamatsu to talk to me. As I noted above, in the ensuing eight months, I feel as if I have been undergone a resurrection.

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Good-bye to Vitamin Pills


64-year-old housewife

I am as chipper as ever in my eighth month of urine therapy. Last spring, I couldn't shake a cold and took medicine prescribed by my doctor for over a month. Perhaps I am being over sensitive about getting old, but having reached the age of 64 this January, I noticed my ability to recover from illnesses has slowed, my high blood pressure has not come down from around 170 and I often have difficulties falling to sleep. Indeed, I had begun to worry that I had come down with insomnia.

People of old aptly traced all sorts of ailments and illness to ki, or our evergy or spirit. Before I knew it, my energy level had plunged, compelling me to spend about three months lolling around at a hot springs sanitarium.

From my younger days, I took a perveted pride in being chronically ill. Going to doctor and taking medicine left me with a sense of security. I was positive I wouldn't make it through the day without my two daily doses of assorted vitamin pills.

Perhaps my past experience with illnesses made me partial to doctors and medication. At the age of 36, I had a hysterectomy. Then at 57 I had an ulcer operation. My scars from those two operations extend from my solar plexus to below my navel.

But the ulcer operation aggravated the nasal congestion that has accompanied the allergic rhinitis I had suffered from for over 30 years. Consequently, summer has been pure hell the past three to four years.

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Thanks to urine therapy, a feeling of hope, peace and tranquility has overtaken my home, as my entire family now practices it. Judging from my family's health, I am confident that anyone who follows Mr. Miyamatsu's recommendations will share in its wondrous effects.

One of my colleagues at work, a 35-year-old who was scheduled for surgery on his liver which had swollen to twice the normal size, was able to shrink it to normal and regain his health via urine therapy. He no longer requires medicationof any kind and is thankful that urine therapy saved him from the scalpel.

Seeing how people who follow my recommendation to try urine therapy regain their health has reaffirmed my intention to keep up with urine therapy for life and my hope to continue to remain healthy in old age and be able to die in peace.

There is no greater blessing than to be able to attain health simply by drinking the "draft" tonic that we exrete from our own bodies.

My deepest thanks go to Mr. Miyamatsu for having me realize and experience the preciousness of the natural healing process and the frightening trend of our society to venerate science and medicine to the point where we have lost an awareness of the extent to which we have been contaminated.

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When I told some of my junior high school classmates who commented at a class reunion on how young I looked that this was attributed to urine therapy, we all reminisced about the early morning lectures we received in our schoolyard during the early stages of the war.

One day our math teacher held up a newspaper clipping and told us that Japanese troops were about to take Singapore in ferocious fighting. The Japanese soldiers who managed to raise the Rising Sun on foreign soil were those who ate rice cooked with their own urine, he said.

We had a hard time containing our laughter when our teacher exclaimed, "Boys, do you realize our Imperial soldiers fighting on the front lines drink their own urine? Do you have that much courage?"

Yet today, in the year and a half since I started gulping down my urine by the glassful, I have not caught a single cold and no longer need to go to the doctor. I am going to the dentist, however, probably because of the effects of urine therapy. I think my crowns and false teeth have fallen out because my teeth are in the process of tightening up.

My loss of hearing and neck and shoulder stiffness are not fully recovered yet. It seems some problems take more time to heal than others. I believe this has resulted from the accumulation of drugs, particularly chemotherapeutic agents in my body's organs. This is, in other words, the combined contaminating effect of Western medicine.

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Initially, I couldn't believe how salty my urine tasted. But I was fully confident of the wonderful effects of this lukewarm, salty beer-like beverage. Within three days, this panacea began to take effect. Until then I had tended to be constipated, but after drinking urine, I had fairly soft bowel movements as regularly as clockwork. Within a week, my metabolism had risen and I felt rejuvenated. My dry skin cleared up and my complexion took on a rosy hue. I could concentrate better at work and began to feel the desire to exercise.

Around three months later, I broke out in an itchy rash on the neck and upper arms, but this disappeared within four days. In the following month of September, I developed another rash, this time on my chest, but it, too, cleared up without a trace in a matter of four days. Nothing is more effective than urine in removing the ichiness of mosquito and other insect bites or speeding the healing of cuts and open wounds.

The winter of 1984 was one of the coldest on record. Although I am by nature easily chilled, I found myself toasty warm despite the cold. I was particularly surprised that my feet, which were usually ice cold in winter, quickly heated up when I got into bed. My appetite picked up, but I didn't gain weight as my bowel movements had become very regular.

I developed an itchy rash on my neck and upper arms during a two-week busines trip to France in November 1983 which prompted me to stop drinking my urine for a while. But as soon as I stopped, I became constipated and, in part because of my busy travel itinerary, got quite sick on my return from the trip. I was relieved and happy to find, however, that my condition improved as soon as I began drinking a glass of my "draft" again. The mysterious and wonderful power of this tonic which I excreted from my own body was overwhelming.

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Fortunately I managed to survive the heavy doses of medication with my health more or less intact. But after turning 50, the side effects of the chemotherapeutics began to appear. I partially lost my hearing, experienced a stiffening of my neck and shoulder muscles, and soon became short of breath. I also noticed a deterioration in my stomach, kidney and other organ functions. After having a battery of tests at the university hospital, I was prescribed with more chemotherapeutic agents for three months. But I was far from healthy even then. I thought my deteriorating health was largely the result of aging.

My unexpected meeting with Mr. Miyamatsu came under such circumstances. I had a hard time bringing myself to try urine therapy. But after about three months of meeting Mr. Miyamatsu, two women who had begun practicing urine therapy related their experiences to me. Their stories made me realize that this natural healing treatment was the only route to truly regaining my health.

One of the women had been hospitalized for a heart attack she had suffered a year earlier. Even after her discharge from the hospital, she continued to have attacks and always had to have nitroglycerin at her side. But she happily told me that within a month of starting urine therapy, her attakcs stopped and she no longer had to realy on medicine. The forlorn and fatigued expression she had just a few months earlier was like a dream.

Having considered myself of a scientific leaning, I felt as if I had been knocked over by the incredible efficacy of this "powerful drug."

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Chapter Nine


Testimony from People Who Practice Urine Therapy


"Draft Beer" Fresh from the Tap Keeps Me Fit

55-year-old male office worker

I first met Hiroyuki Miyamatsu two and half years ago when I visited Toronto on my way from Chicago to New York on a business transfer. On the way back from Niagara Falls, I commented on what a ruddy complexion he had and how healthy he seemed. Much to my surprise, he said it was because he drank his own urine.

When I learned he spent seven years on the Grassy Narrows Indian reservation doing volunteer work, I realized he was the sort of person who becomes deeply involved in unusual pursuits, but listened to his story nevertheless. I was mesmerized by the serious manner in which he related how he contracted what appeared to be a Minamata-type mercury poisoning while living in the same conditions as the Indians, and how none of the modern Western medical techniquies at the hospital in Toronto helped him, prompting him to turn to urine therapy and fasting to overcome his illnesses and regain his will power and physical health.

Just around that time, I was suffering from the after effects of Western chemothrapeutic agents. Doctors at the university hospital told me there was no chance of returning to normal.

Having spent my adolescence in Tokyo during WWII when food was scarce, I developed various ailments resulting from malnutrition. I had a pneumathorax operation after developing TB during my school days, but had fluid accumulate in my pleura and required several operations to remove it. I also agreed to an experimental therapy in which hydro-streptomycin, an imported antibiotic, was injected directly into the pleura. My lungs and diaphragm healed after just one injection, and my pleurisy cleared up. But I was forced to take three different types of antibiotics and other medication for the next year.

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One Must Oversee One's Own Life

I, too, have keenly felt that science and urine therapy are incapable of symbiosis. The therapy I began on mere hearsay from Hamid has definitely helped me regain my health. By learning of my experiences, many people have been able to bid farewell to the ailments that plagued them for years. But I must reiterated that this therapy should never be forced on others.

Some of my readers may press others to try urine. But ultimately, each individual is responsible for taking care of his or her own life. No one has the right to deprive others of their right to live,as modern Western medicine has done. Consequently, urine therapy should be viewed as nothing other than one method of keeping up ones' daily health.

I firmly believe that good health is the most important requisite for anything one may do. It is impossble to concentrate and fully absorb oneself in work or study, regardless of one's age, when this or that part of one's body is tired and aching. One's body can withstand a little over exertion as long as one is healthy.

Today, very few people can count themselves among the truly healthy. And conversely, very few of those who make a conscious effort to keep up their health become sick. The most important thing is for the individual to develop a personal method of keeping up one's own health.