From: Reverand Robert C. Harvey
Date: 11/05/04
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I'm glad to give this testimonial to the efficacious
power of Colloidal Silver, but for the moment will refrain
from mentioning names, since
the person involved has not been consulted on "coming
out of closet." (Perhaps
he will choose to remain there since his doctor does not
know either of colloidal silver or of its use in this case.)
My friend's wife told me more than a year that
ago his doctor gave him six months to live. He was suffering
from a rare
form of leukemia and for months had been having weekly
blood transfusions. I had about that time had a report from
Trem
Williams of SilverGen how three of his neighbors (one an
elderly whippet) had been restored from were near-death
cancers and returned to what doctors call a state of remission
-
all from being given each day as much colloidal silver
as they could drink.
My friend started in, consuming what I never
counted, but
appeared to be a quart or more each day. His transfusions
immediately went from one a week to what averaged something
like one a month. How long this went on I have no record
of, except that his colloidal silver intake increased to perhaps two quarts
a day. So did his weight; from looking skinny and frail and
listless,
he gained
weight and looked
like he had earlier when he played a daily game of tennis.
The payoff is
that when he came by a few weeks ago, and I asked him how
long
it had been since his last
transfusion, he said, "Oh, in February," and here it was September.
During the last few months I had had fewer requests for colloidal silver
from him, but always kept a case of colloidal silver in quart bottles "ate
the ready" in
addition to providing pint bottles for friends and for members of my congregation,
among
whom an awareness
of colloidal silver has gradually made its way around. I make no charge
for the colloidal silver I generate
(using gear bought from Silver Gen), nor do I accept for sending it
anywhere, whether in this country or
overseas.
My knowledge of colloidal silver came from
a son who has spent half his life in Africa and
Asia, working as a Peace Corps Volunteer and at occasional stints for
the UN while
his wive has served the UN as a public health director, supervising medical
clinics and food and healthcare for refugees in Sudan, Guinea, Ivory
Coast, Bangladesh
and East
Asia. Reid's "thing" has been teaching illiterate people how
to make filters from native clays and organic materials, providing by
themselves for
the necessary kilns as well as filters.
His use of colloidal silver began when African
scientists insisted it be added. He first resisted because it made
his pupils
dependent
on those outside. But the scientists won out and Reid's pupils continued
to keep their families and especially their babies free from the dysentery
that
goes
with drinking unfiltered river water. The colloidal silver added little
to the cost, and my son Reid was able to add the community
generation of colloidal silver to his
pupils' repertoire
and
with very little added cost.
I was told (whether by God, conscience
or an active imagination) at 5 a.m. on the morning of Nine
Eleven Ought One,
that
colloidal silver could
provide a "grass roots" means of defense against bacteriological
warfare. By the time the Towers were hit I had already sent my family
a confidential memo
saying that this would be my voluntary military duty should we go to
war. Which we had by the time we received it.
As things are now, I
still exercize
my ministry
at age of eighty eight. There is no charge to those I serve, wheteher
in Church or State, for after serving through the entire Pacific
War at Pearl
Harbor
and all that followed, I resigned my commission as a Commander
USNR at the time of
my ordination to the ministry.
I have never yet got on the Silver
Circuit, for like most oldies I'm a dunce when it comes to computers.
What I know
about colloidal silver
comes from my son or from people
like Trem Williams.
My chaplaincy in this war consists in providing
colloidal silver at no cost. Like my other active duty, it
can be a terrible bore while you're
at it,
but it
can save lives and
at no cost to what Wendell Wilkie used to call "My fellow Amurricans..."
