Archive for July 2008

Beautiful story

July 29, 2008

a friend emailed this to me, was originally published in one of the Chicken Soup books. Great story, I hope it’s true.

Magical Moment with a Manta Ray

Dear friends,

Below is an incredibly inspiring story about a magical moment with a manta ray sent in by a great friend. It originally comes from the book Chicken Soup for the Ocean Lover’s Soul. Enjoy the magical adventure between this woman and the graceful manta ray. Take care and have a wonderful day!

With very best wishes,
Fred Burks for the list

This Magic Moment
By Jennifer Anderson

It was like many Maui mornings, the sun rising over Haleakala as we greeted our divers for the day’s charter. As my captain and I explained the dive procedures, I noticed the wind line moving into Molokini, a small, crescent-shaped island that harbors a large reef. I slid through the briefing, then prompted my divers to gear up, careful to do everything right so the divers would feel confident with me, the dive leader.

The dive went pretty close to how I had described it: The garden eels performed their underwater ballet, the parrot fish grazed on the coral, and the ever-elusive male flame wrasse flared their colors to defend their territory. Near the last level of the dive, two couples in my group signaled they were going to ascend. As luck would have it, the remaining divers were two European brothers, who were obviously troubled by the idea of a “woman” dive master and had ignored me for the entire dive.

The three of us caught the current and drifted along the outside of the reef, slowly beginning our ascent until, far below, something caught my eye. After a few moments, I made out the white shoulder patches of a manta ray in about one hundred and twenty feet of water.

Manta rays are one of my greatest loves, but very little is known about them. They feed on plankton, which makes them more delicate than an aquarium can handle. They travel the oceans and are therefore a mystery.

Mantas can be identified by the distinctive pattern on their belly, with no two rays alike. In 1992, I had been identifying the manta rays that were seen at Molokini and found that some were known, but many more were sighted only once, and then gone.

So there I was: a beautiful, very large ray beneath me and my skeptical divers behind. I reminded myself that I was still trying to win their confidence, and a bounce to see this manta wouldn’t help my case. So I started calling through my regulator, “Hey, come up and see me!” I had tried this before to attract the attention of whales and dolphins, who are very chatty underwater and will come sometimes just to see what the noise is about. My divers were just as puzzled by my actions, but continued to try to ignore me.

There was another dive group ahead of us. The leader, who was a friend of mine and knew me to be fairly sane, stopped to see what I was doing. I kept calling to the ray, and when she shifted in the water column, I took that as a sign that she was curious. So I started waving my arms, calling her up to me.

After a minute, she lifted away from where she had been riding the current and began to make a wide circular glide until she was closer to me. I kept watching as she slowly moved back and forth, rising higher, until she was directly beneath the two Europeans and me. I looked at them and was pleased to see them smiling. Now they liked me. After all, I could call up a manta ray!

Looking back to the ray, I realized she was much bigger than what we were used to around Molokini – a good fifteen feet from wing tip to wing tip, and not a familiar-looking ray. I had not seen this animal before. There was something else odd about her. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.

Once my brain clicked in and I was able to concentrate, I saw deep V-shaped marks of her flesh missing from her backside. Other marks ran up and down her body. At first I thought a boat had hit her. As she came closer, now with only ten feet separating us, I realized what was wrong.

She had fishing hooks embedded in her head by her eye, with very thick fishing line running to her tail. She had rolled with the line and was wrapped head to tail about five or six times. The line had torn into her body at the back, and those were the V-shaped chunks that were missing.

I felt sick and, for a moment, paralyzed. I knew wild animals in pain would never tolerate a human to inflict more pain. But I had to do something.

Forgetting about my air, my divers and where I was, I went to the manta. I moved very slowly and talked to her the whole time, like she was one of the horses I had grown up with. When I touched her, her whole body quivered, like my horse would. I put both of my hands on her, then my entire body, talking to her the whole time. I knew that she could knock me off at any time with one flick of her great wing.

When she had steadied, I took out the knife that I carry on my inflator hose and lifted one of the lines. It was tight and difficult to get my finger under, almost like a guitar string. She shook, which told me to be gentle. It was obvious that the slightest pressure was painful.

As I cut through the first line, it pulled into her wounds. With one beat of her mighty wings, she dumped me and bolted away. I figured that she was gone and was amazed when she turned and came right back to me, gliding under my body. I went to work. She seemed to know it would hurt, and somehow, she also knew that I could help. Imagine the intelligence of that creature, to come for help and to trust!

I cut through one line and into the next until she had all she could take of me and would move away, only to return in a moment or two. I never chased her. I would never chase any animal. I never grabbed her. I allowed her to be in charge, and she always came back.

When all the lines were cut on top, on her next pass, I went under her to pull the lines through the wounds at the back of her body. The tissue had started to grow around them, and they were difficult to get loose. I held myself against her body, with my hand on her lower jaw. She held as motionless as she could. When it was all loose, I let her go and watched her swim in a circle. She could have gone then, and it would have all fallen away. She came back, and I went back on top of her.

The fishing hooks were still in her. One was barely hanging on, which I removed easily. The other was buried by her eye at least two inches past the barb. Carefully, I began to take it out, hoping I wasn’t damaging anything. She did open and close her eye while I worked on her, and finally, it was out. I held the hooks in one hand, while I gathered the fishing line in the other hand, my weight on the manta.

I could have stayed there forever! I was totally oblivious to everything but that moment. I loved this manta. I was so moved that she would allow me to do this to her. But reality came screaming down on me. With my air running out, I reluctantly came to my senses and pushed myself away.

At first, she stayed below me. And then, when she realized that she was free, she came to life like I never would have imagined she could. I thought she was sick and weak, since her mouth had been tied closed, and she hadn’t been able to feed for however long the lines had been on her. I thought wrong! With two beats of those powerful wings, she rocketed along the wall of Molokini and then directly out to sea! I lost view of her and, remembering my divers, turned to look for them.

Remarkably, we hadn’t traveled very far. My divers were right above me and had witnessed the whole event, thankfully! No one would have believed me alone. It seemed too amazing to have really happened. But as I looked at the hooks and line in my hands and felt the torn calluses from her rough skin, I knew that, yes, it really had happened.

I kicked in the direction of my divers, whose eyes were still wide from the encounter, only to have them signal me to stop and turn around. Until this moment, the whole experience had been phenomenal, but I could explain it. Now, the moment turned magical.

I turned and saw her slowly gliding toward me. With barely an effort, she approached me and stopped, her wing just touching my head. I looked into her round, dark eye, and she looked deeply into me. I felt a rush of something that so overpowered me, I have yet to find the words to describe it, except a warm and loving flow of energy from her into me.

She stayed with me for a moment. I don’t know if it was a second or an hour. Then, as sweetly as she came back, she lifted her wing over my head and was gone. A manta thank-you.

I hung in midwater, using the safety-stop excuse, and tried to make sense of what I had experienced. Eventually, collecting myself, I surfaced and was greeted by an ecstatic group of divers and a curious captain. They all gave me time to get my heart started and to begin to breathe.

Sadly, I have not seen her since that day, and I am still looking. For the longest time, though my wetsuit was tattered and torn, I would not change it because I thought she wouldn’t recognize me. I call to every manta I see, and they almost always acknowledge me in some way. One day, though, it will be her. She’ll hear me and pause, remembering the giant cleaner that she trusted to relieve her pain, and she’ll come. At least that is how it happens in my dreams.

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another update on Theresa

July 28, 2008

First, thanks to all who have called or emailed with their support for Theresa. We all greatly appreciate it.

Just spoke with the doctor, she’s now out of surgery and it went very well. The ‘nodule’ did not appear cancerous when they got in there and the initial pathology report confirmed the biopsy, that it is benign. He said there is a very slim chance that a more extensive pathology examination will find cancerous cells, but at this point, just assume it’s benign. The odds of that not being the case are very, very rare in this situation.

So, they removed the right half of the thyroid and he said that provided the remainder of the thyroid is normally functioning tissue, she shouldn’t need any supplemental medications.

I probably won’t be able to see her for another half hour or so but wanted to provide this update since I know a bunch of people are waiting for it. We love y’all, truly. Thanks so much for being part of our family, for your prayers and well wishes and support. We truly appreciate it.

Onward and upward.

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Testimonial from our Orange County clinic

July 27, 2008

To our folks in the OC, great job! And to Ardelle, keep on dancin’, girl!

Here’s Ardelle’s testimonial:

“Dear Mr. Egoscue,

This letter is LONG OVERDUE. I need to let you know what a MIRACLE your Lake Forest Clinic has been for me. I have only terrific comments about Chris, Jeanette and Laura.

Last September I started going to my Chiropractor to heal my knee. He told me I probably tore my meniscus and it would take some time to heal. After months of adjustments, taping, etc., he finally told me I’d better go see an orthopedic surgeon to have it checked out. Yikes, I have ALWAYS leaned heavily towards holistic healing, so that was the last thing I wanted to hear.

One day I was “limping” on my daily walk (which I refused to give up) and a man named Don stopped me to chat. He had been to the Egoscue Clinic down in San Diego and was “healed” through the system. He recommended it highly and he said even though it might seem expensive, it would be worth it in the end. I checked it out on the Internet, then called and talked to Jeanette. I was invited to stop by for a free assessment and some exercises. The rest is history.

I signed up for the 8 week program and they were INCREDIBLE in training me to do my Menu daily. As the weeks went by, my knee improved slowly, but oh, so SURELY! I continue to do my Menu daily and also attend the weekly group classes.

Chris, Jeanette and Laura are amazing, incredibly knowledgeable and VERY encouraging. Plus they are truly sincere and very nice people!

I want to thank you so much for the program (and the wonderful people you have at the Lake Forest Clinic!!). It truly transformed my daily life. I am back to dancing again and selling lots of real estate. I have no pain, more energy and a happy outlook for the future.”


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new tool – a must have for every do it yourselfer!

July 25, 2008

Ralph forwarded this to me, I NEED this tool.

Wife always wanting to do little projects? Here is the tool for the jobs:

NEW from DeWalt, The 16 – D RAPIDFIRE!


New Nail Gun, made by Dewalt. It can drive a 16-D nail through a 2 X 4 at 200 yards. This makes construction a breeze, you can sit in your lawn chair and build a fence. Just get the wife and kids to hold the fence boards in place while you sit back, relax with a cold drink, when they have the board in the right place just fire away. With the hundred round magazine, you can build the fence with a minimum of reloading. After a day of fence building with the new Dewalt Rapid fire nail gun, the wife will not ask you fix or build anything else.

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Pharmaceutical company ethics

July 24, 2008

OK, this shocked even me. Bayer is alleged to have knowingly dumped a drug into the European and Asian markets that the FDA would not allow them to sell in the USA. And why wouldn’t the FDA allow them to sell the drug here? Because it was contaminated with HIV.

That’s right, Bayer is alleged to have knowingly sold HIV-contaminated drugs that have killed or sickened thousands of people. This is evil stuff right here.

And what’s worse, the FDA covered it up and facilitated the whole affair.

You can watch the video about this here. Less than 4 minutes long.

I’ve said before, if you need prescription medications, then take them, but make sure you REALLY need them. I’m always amazed at how routinely people will consume this stuff, how quick people are to pop a pill or get an injection. But please, for the health of you and your family, make a diligent effort to avoid this stuff. The bottom line is that the FDA is far more concerned about pharmaceutical company profits than your health, and the pharmaceutical companies have shown a clear and blatant disregard for good science and the most basic and decent of ethical standards. They have repeatedly shown they will suppress test results that show their products cause harm in order to gain regulatory approval. The amounts of money involved are mind boggling and you had better understand that these companies are FAR more concerned about recouping their investments and making a profit than they are about your health.

Take responsibility for your health. Don’t outsource it to anyone.

Watch this video and I guarantee that if you weren’t already viewing this industry with a jaded and skeptical eye, you soon will be. This is scary stuff.

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Great story out of our Nashville clinic

July 22, 2008

This is a cool little testimonial sent from Carrie Elder, wife of Nashville clinic director John Elder and fellow clinic owner. They are a great team and do a wonderful job serving the folks in that area.

Now, before I post below what she sent out I want to explain why I post this kind of stuff. It’s not to show how cool Egoscue is (although Egoscue is WAY cool). It’s not to show how great we are or the Nashville clinic is or any other clinic whose testimonial I’m posting here. We are well confident in our abilities and what this Method can do for people. But what we consistently see is so many people just need some hope, at a fundamental level they believe they can get better, that they can take proactive steps to improve how their bodies work, to improve the quality of their lives. But they are just relentlessly beaten down by a society and a system that tells people that aging means a necessary loss of function, pain is normal, just put up with it and realize you’re not 25 any more.


Do NOT stand for this. I don’t care if you choose to use Egoscue as the tool to address your issues or if you use yoga or Pilates or Feldenkrais or the Alexander Technique or whatever. The most important thing to do is raise your standards, realize life can be better than this. Whether you are 5 or 15 or 35 or 55 or 75 or 95, you are NOT designed to hurt, you are NOT designed to fall apart simply because another page on the calendar turned. We routinely see clients become more functional as they age. One of our clients in Austin will be 90 in a few months and the difference in her now compared to 3 months ago is startling. She is getting younger functionally and it’s a privilege to see it.

Raise your standards, don’t accept pain and limitation as a necessary part of your life. Decide to make it better. I applaud the woman Carrie is writing about below. I’m really proud of her because she could’ve given in and just decided to sit on the couch and watch TV all day but she chose to make things better and she WORKED. And now she is reaping the benefit.

Whew, so after all that, here’s the testimonial:

Hey all,

I just wanted to give you a little encouragement today–

Yesterday I had the privilege of seeing a woman walk without crutches for the 1st time in SIX YEARS! She was on her 5th visit and it was a very emotional thing to watch her walk out and say, “No, I don’t want my crutch, I can do it.” She was also amazed that John could recreate pain in her heel by putting her into a certain position after years of specialists trying to do the same with no luck.

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Thimersol and Autism

July 22, 2008

Here’s a valuable video to watch on the linkage between thimersol and autism. Thimersol is a preservative used in vaccines and contains mercury. We tell people to watch fish consumption because we don’t want to expose people to excessive mercury levels, and then we load our kids up with this stuff? It’s not just ridiculous, it’s criminal.

Watch here.

and if after watching you are wondering what’s wrong with Kennedy’s voice, here’s the explantion:

In truth, Kennedy has a condition called spasmodic dysphonia, a specific form of an involuntary movement disorder called dystonia that affects only the voice box.

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