It was with a great delight that I picked up the May 24 issue of your paper with the picture of Eliot Cowan on the front page [“Dolittle of the Dandelions,” by Adam Langer]. It completely captured the wonderful spirit of the man that I know. I was saddened, however, in reading your article and finding that you had not published a single one of the multitudes of stories Eliot has to tell about how his plant spirit medicine has helped people. As your article said “this plant spirit healer has a point when he pragmatically bases reality on results.” Well let me tell you my story of how Eliot and his plant spirits have helped me.
Last year in mid-November I was standing at my desk talking to some coworkers when I turned bloodred and nearly passed out on the spot. Days later, medical tests showed that the diabetes that haunts my family had finally caught up to me. Fortunately, I had not gotten to the insulin-dependent stage, but I can tell you that I have no doubt that the steady decline I was in and the problems I encountered in the next four months would have seen me there within a matter of years.
By the time I arrived at Eliot’s first seminar in February, my daily life consisted of nonstop pain, total exhaustion, and a deep depression and fear that I would spend the rest of my life in this state. Western medicine had me trying to control the problems through diet, moving me from a mostly vegetarian basis to meat, milk, eggs, and cheese–wonderful heart attack material.
Before this time, I had gone to several Western doctors to try to find some relief from my physical problems. A short list includes incessant nausea; a constant dizziness with periods so severe that I was afraid to drive a car; severe headaches; an alternating feeling of complete numbness followed by stabbing, burning, pins-and-daggers pain in my hands and feet (classic diabetic circulatory problems); and problems with my vision that made me fearful of going blind. I was literally dragging myself to and from work every day; I had to cut back on my hours because I just couldn’t handle a full work week any longer.
My immune system was shot; it had been that way for the previous two years. Whenever someone at work so much as sneezed, I’d come down with bronchitis that led to pneumonia. I’d also spent a miserable four months suffering through the return of my childhood chicken pox in the form of shingles, which is about as painful a medical problem as you can get without heading into even deeper troubles.
I brought these and other problems to Eliot’s attention when I first saw him in February. I told him, at the end of our session, that I really didn’t expect he could help me, but that I was desperate enough to try anything. I just couldn’t live my life the way it was going. To my complete amazement, I woke up the next morning and the nonstop dizziness was gone. In its place was an energy that I hadn’t felt in years. This was more than I had dared to hope for, but as excited as I was by the event, I was also guardedly optimistic. “We’ll see how long this lasts,” I thought.
Four months have gone by now in working with Eliot, and I am in better shape than I can ever remember being. One by one the physical problems have eased off, and I am coming up to the point now, I feel, where I will soon no longer need the monthly sessions.
When you consider the fact that the Western specialists I saw would charge me more than $300 for a ten-minute session that did nothing to relieve my pain, Eliot’s price of $80 for the first full hour is cheap. Between the specialists and the standard MDs, who average $50 to $60 per 15-minute office visit, I spent far more money and waiting time on a fruitless search for help from them than I did for Eliot’s four treatments that worked.
Within the last two weeks I was back to my family doctor with a minor complaint. I told him about the work Eliot had done with me and even he noticed the great changes Eliot had brought about. My doctor, in fact, was so intrigued by what had happened to me that he borrowed and read my copy of the book Eliot recommends on the Chinese medicine basis of his treatments. As Eliot says, he does “acupuncture without needles.”
The bottom line of this letter is this: Every morning, when I get up, I think of Eliot and his plant friends, and then I thank them both for giving me the gift of my life back.