At the height of a fierce thunderstorm, at 4:20 A.M, on Friday, May 18th, 1934; I approached the birth light,
at the end of the tunnel, after 19 hours of continuous labor, on the part of my Mother. This was at the
old wing of Coney Island Hospital, in Brooklyn, New York.
At the age of five, my family, Father, Mother, and younger Brother, and I, moved to another part of Brooklyn,
into a tenement house, consisting of four small rooms, with a monthly rental charge of thirty five dollars.
My early childhood was quite uneventful, except for the fact that I acquired a serious health condition,
which was diagnosed as Bronchial Asthma. When these attacks overcame my immature breathing apparatus,
my Mother would call a GP, who specialized in pediatric medicine. He would give me an injection of epinephrine,
and like a miracle to my young and impressive mind, my normal breathing was restored.
At this point, I immediately fell in love with the practice of medicine.
My intense curiosity caused me to forever ask many questions about this new found miracle.
I continued my schooling, and had an intense desire to become a physician.
But, my best made plans were abruptly altered by extenuating circumstances, which were
programmed by necessity. My Father had left home when I was fourteen and one half, my Mother had to go to work,
and I had to watch over my younger Brother.
There was much unresolved conflict created within my young developing brain, and I could not accept the fact that
although my parents were both alive, the reasons for their separation from each other completely eluded me.
These continuing and unaltered sets of circumstances forced me to discontinue my projected desires to go to medical
school and become a physician.
As I was only fifteen and one half years old, I was told that according to New York State Law I could not leave school until I was sixteen years old.
I was given some tests to discover my aptitudes, likes, and dislikes, and also, psychological evaluations.
Upon completion of these tests, I was sent to a Farming Community, where I was supposed to stay until I reached the
N.Y.S. legal age to quit school.
I was a city boy who had not built up any inherent immunity to my abrupt exposure to all that was part of this new, Zoonotic, dairy farm environment.
After a few short weeks, I became deathly sick and was transported back to a city hospital, very close to death.
The official diagnosis was Lymphatic Leukemia, and the attending physician had instructed my Mother to prepare for my funeral within three months.
Due the the Good Grace of Almighty God, I was Spared.
Nevertheless, there was much residual neurological damage present, that I was not aware of until some few years later.
Every seasonal variation created within me intense migraine pains which would leave me completely incapacitated.
These were later diagnosed as Cluster Headaches, which have a suicide rate of about seventy five percent, as the severe
pains of this affliction are totally unbearable.
After thirty five years of failed allopathic interventions, without any relief at all, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
At this time I had three suitcases full of Toxic Fossil Medications that had been prescribed to me over the many years of tortuous, and failed manipulations, related to an inexact science. I proceeded to flush them all, and asked Almighty God,
to either help me or take my life so that my suffering would end.
One day a very dear friend of mine, who was a practicing physician, and also a Devote Moslem. came to visit me.
It was the last day of Ramadan. I remember his visit very clearly.
He brought with him a package of Figs and a fresh quart of Milk.
It was a rainy, dark, and dreary day, and we were sitting by my kitchen table. He proceeded to pour a glass of milk,
which I was told to drink so that I would be able to wash down the Figs, which He had brought with Him.
As I was drinking the milk, the room was Illuminated with the Brightest Light that I have ever seen.
So Intense Was It That It Blinded Me temporarily.
Something, or Someone, was in that room with us both!
Shortly after that experience I was led on a guided path, silently instructed towards my final healing; of which, I Now Proclaim The Majesty Of Almighty God ! ! !
Sheldon - Tessel
Director Of Research
Center For Natural Healing
Sheldon - TesselUnani (Unani medicine, Unani system of medicine, Unani Tibb)
System based on the ancient Greek theory of four basic elements -- air, earth, fire, and water -- and four bodily fluids (humors)--blood, phlegm, black bile, and yellow bile (choler). The goal of Unani is the "balancing" of humors. Temperament supposedly stems from the dominant humor and is a determinant of "diagnosis" and treatment. For example, anger and irritability supposedly manifest an excess of yellow bile. "Unani" is the Arabic word for "Greek." Apparently, "Hikmat" and "Tibe-Unani" are synonymous with "Unani medicine."
The human being is much greater than the sum of its individual physiological states, or parts. It is the genetic masterpiece of four hundred and fifty billion years of evolutionary convergences; and an integrated symbiosis of its many encountered facetious conglomerations.
In order to comprehend its manifold failings and altered states of metabolic activities, one must have foresight, basic knowledge, and put into place an aggressive and purposeful design that therapeutically augments its challenging interventions.
These also must be correctly based on sound findings and clinically proven by the utilization of pure, and viable insight pertaining to the underlying causative prodromal aspects, causative of these altered, aberrant physiological states, which thereby manifest themselves.
These numerous abnormal physiological states are all endowed with the ability to masquerade as beneficial intruders, while consorting in a negative manner on the augmentative vitality necessitated to produce a compatible environment of correct homeostasis.
The pure and conducive insight which is required to affect a curative atmosphere cannot be visualized merely by the recapitulation of past performances, revolving around special interests whose methods of study have been incorrectly visualized, unproved, and wrongfully enumerated by present day scientific dogma, or by retro introspection of physiology, anatomy, or biochemistry.
Exact Knowledge Is Thereby Now Urgently Mandated ! ! !
Most theoretical deliberations are absent of long term proof. This does not necessarily mean that they are not to be considered as viable tools of endeavor. The illuminating aspects can only make themselves clear through controlled clinical trials, and recording the various attributes thereby attained.
Thus, through the agency of trial and error we escalate our inner healing senses to a state of correct therapeutic regime, and purposeful activity.
"A Time To Heal" is now upon us all, and this can only become a reality by an ascending process of visualization that considers different dimensions of theory that so far have not been a part of this past failed therapeutic atmosphere.
I thereby declare the twenty first century, in the year of our Lord 2004, as the primary and pro generative stepping stone which must not be cast away, so that Light, Truth, and Love may reign and we all may have the potential to truly mirror our representations in glorifying colors, reflecting the true Image and Likeness of our Maker and thereby live up to our Promised Eternal Lives. These all resound loudly and clearly from the words written in the Books by our predecessors, who all cherished absolute truth.
I also pray at this very special time of the year that the Angel of death, disease, and destruction passes over all of our houses so that we may be resurrected once again, to witness the blinding light of our Spiritual Rebirth in Supernal Knowledge, Wisdom, and Understanding.
"It Is Then, and Now, 'A Time To Heal'..."
Composed on April, 7, 2004, from 10:00 A.M., to 12:00 A.M.,
By Sheldon Tessel, AKA
nana4141
Had I the choice to be or not, I might have been a tree.
With heaven's sun so bright and hot, my roots would line the sea.
Rare birds could walk upon my arms, green leaves would be my clothes.
The wind would whisper euphoric psalms, fine fruit would I disclose.
I too have come from out the dust, mine eyes have seen despair.
From love and hate, both sin and lust have stripped my branches bare.
No birds would walk upon my limbs, no songs, no lovely rose.
No cheerful, happy hymns, just thorns with pain that grows.
Still I live, still I pray, still I hold my place.
Can I give with this array, can I light my face?
I ask the Lord, whose truth and love make all the angels pure
To shine on me from up above, so that I may endure.
I ask the Lord to bring me peace, to ease my soul and mind.
I bow my head, ask for release, and hope His Grace I'll find!
Sheldon Tessel
Copyright © 2004 Sheldon Tessel