Full of Pride

  Whenever I think of the little boy, who sat down beside me, holding his hands on my stomach and praying aloud, begging God to heal me, hoping that my pain would disappear; and when I think of that little boy now a few years older, who tried to understand books on natural healing and attempted to apply them as metaphysical or medical works, then I remember the endless suffering, which I endured for many years.  How often did I feel the need to end my own life, when this boy gave me the courage and incentive to keep on fighting? How often did I reach the end of the rope, while a physician tried once more to relieve my colic cramps with medication, so that I could stop screaming from pain?  I think of our horror, when a doctor gave us the unbelievable, cruel news that I suffered from chronic inflammation of the liver and liver cancer, saying that I had only two years to live, and that if I were a horse he would put me out of my misery.

          Out of our fear and helplessness, and out of his love for me and his strong believe in God, this boy’s strength and devotion emerged, so that he tried to do everything possible – absolutely everything - to cure me and to keep me alive

     I remember, today, the first successes which we shared together and how he lessened my pain, and how happy we were that I had lived one day without pain; I also remember the intensity with which we again and again begged the doctors for causes and remedies. I think of the many books this boy read, often into the night, and how he had researched all the possibilities available at the time, so that he could improve my condition.

            I think of how this boy sat together with our old family doctor and had the relationships and functions of the body explained to him, how this boy had written to authors who had published books on healing or how he had talked on the telephone to people, who had conquered so-called incurable illnesses.

            I remember how we shared our first success and this boy became the “in house” doctor of our whole family. He treated my sister Christel, who had developed a severe heart ailment, resulting from an attack of polio in her youth, and he treated my sister Martha, who had developed a kidney condition.  I think of the helplessness this boy experienced and the intensity with which he fought to save the life of my mother, who had cancer in her lymph-nodes; and I remember how it became a matter of fact for all family members, friends and relatives to ask this boy to relieve them from their aches and illnesses.

          I think of the day we realized that already three years had passed since the doctor had given me two years to live.  I remember how I felt at the time when I was told there was no hope of healing, and now I had already lived a year longer than I was supposed to and found myself on the path toward improvement and healing. It still moves me now.

            Even today I experience an immense feeling of gratitude, love and happiness, when I think about the miracle that this boy worked in my life. I have no greater wish then that as many ill people as possible come to know this feeling and recognize that there is always hope as long as you are willing to search for a way and fight for success.

            By the time he was eighteen years old healing people with so-called miracle cures for asthma, rheumatism, gout, shingles, psoriasis, and more were normal every day occurrences in his life. 

           I became his secretary, scheduled his appointments for him and took care of his patients.  I followed his path of development, which he pursued in the same unusual way as when he was a child.  He lived with healers and miracle healers, with medicine specialists and other people and with groups of people, who helped him to continue and develop this unbelievable ability, which he carried within himself.  In those years during which I was his secretary, adviser and assistant, I saw so many miracles, that I lost count. He healed people with cancer, those afflicted with multiple sclerosis, others, who suffered from asthma, rheumatism, and gout, even those human beings having severe depression, anxiety, unbearable fears and other illnesses, which one generally regards as incurable. He cured them all and did not even think much about it.

            Then one day, this now mature young man mentioned to me that there must be a way to help more people, help them faster and more effectively. He no longer believed that he cured those people, rather, he believed that it is the infinite power of the human mind, which exist in every one of us, that does the healing.  With this recognition he went into the world, studied, learned, did research and developed in my opinion the most effective system in the world.  He put together a manual to guide every individual on his own path to total health.  This system called Instinct Based Medicine™ System, (IBMS™) is a guide for self-healing and self-training, so that every person can find his own personal path and can help himself to gain and maintain perfect health and vitality.

            He dedicated his life to the desire that there should only be independent, successful and happy people in every walk of life.  He wanted to help all people in taking charge of their lives. He wanted to share his information and knowledge on help and self-help through his teachings.

This man, whom I introduce to you now with such love and trust, is my son,

Dr Leonard Coldwell.

Please read this book with an open heart and open mind, for the revelations, the knowledge and my son’s success were borne from his concern for my life.  His strength resulted from the fight for my health, and from the pure spiritual freedom of a person who strove from his earliest childhood toward solutions, and refused to believe in the inevitability of limitations of so-called incurable illnesses or unsolvable problems.  Since his childhood he learned, studied, and did research, and later he worked sixteen hours a day in order to perfect the system he developed. He worked to improve its effectiveness, in the hope that every man and every woman could understand and utilize it as quickly as possible. He had to fight not only for the cure but most of all against the medical establishment that constantly until today tries to destroy him with lies and defamation.

I wish you God speed with the utmost respect for my son and for the innate power, which we all possess.

Mama Coldwell 

                              

"Mama Coldwell " cured over 30 years ago  from Terminal liver cancer by her son.
                                           Picture taken summer 2008