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A single word is enough to make a person sick or, in extreme cases, even to kill them.

Anyone who knows the GHk can think up how and why. But having experienced it yourself gives a much more lasting impression.

I am right-handed. I had known the GHk since I met my husband when I was 22. His understanding of the laws of nature was one of the first things that fascinated me about him. Also because I had been dragging a long rat tail of chronic illnesses and allergies behind me for years. During my GHk studies, we naturally first set out to find the causes of my medical history. So, I soon left one allergy after the other behind me.

I am blessed by nature with a very slim body, with perfect shapes, where they should be, without having to do anything. So, my husband could carry me very easily on his arms.

When I got pregnant at the age of 24, we were prepared for the pregnancy to leave its mark on my body. But to keep them to an acceptable extent, I paid particular attention to natural care.

As a pregnant woman, I had a very strong need to lean on and be close to my husband. To be left alone during this time would have been very difficult for me. However, I had the privilege that my husband was actually there for me around the clock, and I was not alone for a minute. So, I was spared that my kidneys would have reacted with the collection tubules. So, I did not store any excess water and therefore gained very little weight. Even shortly before the birth, you could not see that I was pregnant when you looked at me from behind.

For us, it was always a matter of course that our child would be born in any case at home. We found a midwife who herself was happy to finally have an expectant mother who didn’t want to swallow all kinds of medications right away. But when I reduced her list of required blood tests to zero, she was a bit irritated, but finally accepted it. Because we also categorically rejected the ultrasound, she welcomed very much (of course, only in private).

My husband and I were pleased that soon after the birth at our home (I would never want to give birth in a hospital), my body returned to the shapes of before. Two days after birth, I could wear skirts that I had bought when I was 18. Not a single stretch mark remained, not on my butt, not on my belly, and not on my breasts. Gravity did not affect my body, and my belly became flat and tight again.

We celebrated our son’s second birthday on the beach. Several families with children and a young couple from Russia were invited. They didn’t have a child of their own, but one of my foreign languages, which I speak very well, is Russian, and I enjoy every one of the rare opportunities to use this language. So, it happened that I was standing on the beach with this Russian girl in a bikini, and we were talking in Russian. This girl, younger by three years and without a child of her own, also had a flawless body like a Barby doll. In the middle of the conversation, she suddenly said to me, “With you, it’s almost impossible to see that you have a child!”

PENG = DHS

This statement might have been a compliment, but it was highly acutely traumatic for me. “Almost not” means that you can see traces of pregnancy. Moreover, this statement was unexpected and isolating for me.
I didn’t know what to say to it, so I didn’t reply and remained isolated.

Back home, I looked at my body in front of the mirror and searched for visible traces of pregnancy in vain. However, this conflict did not leave me alone, and so I spent a lot of time in front of the mirror with a vain search. After three days, my husband asked me if everything was all right with me or what I was doing all the time in the bathroom. So I finally asked him if one could see traces of pregnancy on my body?

He asked me in return, quite unimpressed, “Can you see any?”

Only then did I tell him about my experience, my DHS, and my problem. He asked me in passing, as if it were the least important thing in the world, “If you can’t see anything yourself, why do you care what this girl said?” Of course, he was right. This statement took all the drama out of my DHS, it lost its meaning with it, and I also broke my isolation. So, I entered the healing phase, and I was.

Obviously, I had suffered a self-esteem collapse. But since I could not localize the conflict in any part of my body (I searched for three days for a possible spot), I associated it with my whole body—muscles as well as bones.

My entire body ached. The entire musculature. Every bone of the body. My hands. The breasts. I lay in bed with a fever for three days and couldn’t even turn from side to side on my own. In fact, there wasn’t a part of my body that didn’t hurt. I felt miserable and very weak, barely able even to speak.

If we had had a blood analysis done in this situation, leukemia would undoubtedly have been diagnosed (healing phases’ symptom of the bones). It’s hard to imagine what would have been diagnosed if my husband had panicked and called the ambulance to take me to a clinic.

On the second day, the high fever subsided. It was not until the third day that I was able to move again.

My husband took care of me, but otherwise, he said with relatively little pity, “Typical women. If you had just told her, have a child yourself first, then we’ll see!”

Yes, he was right. That would have been an appropriate response. However, we both know GHk well enough not to panic. To know at what point in the healing process we were and how long it would take. And so it was. Although I still felt weakened for several days, after three days of healing, I could have an everyday life again.

With a thoughtless word, you can kill a human being or make them seriously ill. What is essential is not what is said. But if the individual is caught unexpectedly at a weak point and the affected person is isolated, then one suffers a DHS that can have devastating consequences.

Nobody will take the symptoms of the healing phase away from you, and you have to go through it yourself. If, however, in ignorance and panic, you put yourself into the tentacles of conventional medicine, you will quickly have diagnoses and subsequent conflicts that will trap you in a vicious circle from which you can no longer escape.

Therefore, the advice is repeated repeatedly, even if everyone has to follow the obligations of his life and hardly has time. Learning and understanding the GHk can mean the difference between life and health or a lengthy and cruel death.
Make GHk your hobby. Learn the biological language of nature while you are healthy.

Note by H. Pilhar

An impressive experience testimonial that will make many mothers think! Thanks a lot! There are (still) cultures where the figure dogma is just the other way around. In these cultures, chubby is considered beautiful, and skinny is considered ugly. Likewise, being fat is considered healthy, and skinny is considered sick. In nature, being skinny is not an art, but being fat means being successful, making you attractive.

For many people, you can see that “fashion trends” are accompanied by unnecessary stress and conflicts.

I recommend the song by Tom Jones, “Sexbomb,” to every man to protect his wife from conflicts concerning the figure. With it, the man does himself only good😉

Perhaps another provocative question: For which type of woman is the alpha man attracted?

A father concerned about his son writes …

Hello,

First, a few words about my person: I am a male right-handed and 48 years old. Through the so-called “Corona-Plandemia,” I became a system rebel and thereby also became aware of Germanische Heilkunde, of which I had never heard before. In the last ten months, I have read four books and quite a few articles on Germanische Heilkunde, I have seen several lectures, and to date, I have watched more than two-thirds of Helmut Pilhar’s Seminar Videos, which I can highly recommend.

But I do not believe everything blindly and have already been able to verify the correctness of the Five Biological Laws of Nature discovered by Dr. Hamer on more than one hundred diseases in my circle of acquaintances, more than thirty of them on my body. And to be honest, this is a lot of fun. Especially when you spend weeks looking for a cause, and suddenly, you get the “aha” effect. Sometimes it’s real detective work. I even managed to get rid of four allergies in a friend. And my knowledge has enabled me to anticipate symptoms such as the common cold and laryngitis on several occasions.

In another testimonial, I will bring interesting examples of knee pain. This one will be about pulmonary embolism, which I recently experienced firsthand.

On Friday, Oct. 09th 2021, I was just sitting at my computer watching a Seminar Video from Helmut Pilhar. Ironically, the video was about the heart. All of a sudden, I had very severe pain in my lower left chest area. It was a firm squeeze, as if the muscles under the ribs were cramping. I also had to breathe heavily. Because of the video I watched, I immediately thought of heart attack and pulmonary embolism.

I would claim that a non-knowledgeable person of Germanische Heilkunde would have been immediately frightened to death. Perhaps would even have been admitted to hospital (with the usual consequences, such as misdiagnosis of a brain tumor due to edema -> brain surgery -> fear of death -> pulmonary nodules -> chemotherapy, etc. – the beginning of the end). But I remained calm, breathing in and out deeply and slowly. I knew I was in a healing phase and that the worst would soon be over. It wasn’t unbearably bad. I didn’t faint from the pain or anything like that, but the kind of pain was new to me, and I was already starting to feel kind of anxious. It came all of a sudden and slowly went away after a minute or two.

Instinctively, I checked my hands and found that they were colder than usual. So, I was definitely not in vagotonia. It had to be an epileptoid crisis. The pain was too deep-seated for a heart attack. So, was it a pulmonary embolism? I knew that a loss of territory conflict must be responsible, but I could not think of a lost territory off the top of my head. So, what was it then? Pain in the crisis suggested that it was a disease of the ectoderm, which fit with pulmonary embolism, for example.

I immediately googled what the possible causes of this type of pain were. I could practically rule out the heart attack. Stomach and intestinal complaints feel different. Complaints of the spleen, liver, peritoneum, and pancreas were also not very likely. First, corresponding pains would probably come gradually or last longer, respectively, and second, the pains would be more likely to be present in vagotonia, not in crisis. Apart from that, I was not aware of any conflict that caused such symptoms in the organs mentioned above. So it had pretty much certainly to do with the lungs.

So, insofar as it was a pulmonary embolism, I would have to have lost some territory recently. But with the best will in the world, I couldn’t think of anything. So, I forgot about it for the time being. I had to run permanently to the toilet to pee the next day, probably fifteen times that day. It was immediately clear that I was in the peeing phase right after an epi-crisis, when the body was squeezing out the stored water, especially the brain edema. This was a confirmation that the previous day must have been the epileptoid crisis.

I remembered that months before, I had suffered a scare fright conflict due to shock news. At that time, I already knew that I would probably soon get laryngitis. And indeed, about four days later, after I got over the shock, my voice was gone. It also took about four days to heal. Since the scare fright conflict I had settled on my larynx at that time, as a male right-handed person, I must have reacted in a conflictively female way during the territorial conflict. This means that the left female brain hemisphere starts the corresponding special programs in me. This means that an old active territorial conflict must have closed the right side, and thus I react quasi conflictively female, i.e., with the left brain hemisphere, during territorial conflicts. This means that a heart attack is currently out of the question for me, but a pulmonary embolism apparently happened.

On Sunday, September 11th, 2021, the scales fell from my eyes only two days after the pain. I suddenly knew which territory I had lost. I had lost neither my house nor my job, let alone my wife. My two sons and I regularly play table tennis. Practice five times a week and tournaments on the weekends. Since my younger son is very motivated, strives for big goals, and has also lost valuable training time due to the Corona-Plandemia, he now tries to take along just about every tournament to gain experience. Therefore, I organized a so-called TTBW Race tournament in the club where he is registered as a player. It took me some effort, but I was happy to do it because it was primarily for my son. That was my territory in which I wanted to realize myself.

Unfortunately, the first tournament was canceled due to too few participants (probably also due to the short notice). But I had a second date in mind and some commitments, so that probably enough players would have registered for this day. I only needed confirmation from the head of the team. But suddenly, I received a cancellation without any explanation. This hit me acutely, isolative, and entirely unexpectedly. I had lost my territory, which had annoyed me very much.

From then on, the coronary vessels began to ulcerate (i.e., break down tissue) for better blood supply to the heart, with the biological purpose of reclaiming the territory more easily. But soon, I knew an alternative solution: I could host the tournament at my club. So, I made my proposal to the people in charge there. It took a few days before I finally got the go-ahead. From then on, my conflict was solved because I had my territory back again, although at a different club.

Under swelling, the degraded tissue of the coronary arteries was rebuilt, resulting in crusts (plaque) that eventually washed into the pulmonary veins, which had led to blockage there and thus to pulmonary embolism in crisis. Because of the short period of conflict, it was not quite as bad. If it had lasted longer than nine months, it would probably have ended fatally for me.

A small but exciting detail at the end: I wanted to create the tournament exclusively for my son. Regarding the ectotherm (to which the cardiac vessels belong), handedness also plays a role. For a right-handed person like me, the left side of the body always has to do with the mother or child. Since I had now created the territory for my child, my left side had to be affected. And indeed, I had pain in my left breast.

Conclusion: cold hands and pain in the crisis, conspicuous peeing phase afterward, matching conflict shock with all three criteria and handedness — everything fit one hundred percent — once again!

But it goes even further: Unfortunately, I also lost the territory in my home club. The club head didn’t want to accept my certified Corona test certificates, which the association approved. The organized TTBW Race tournament was also canceled. I was relieved of my post as team captain and banned from further matches.

Usually, I would now have had to suffer another, even more significant loss of territory. But for me, this was no longer unexpected due to various unpleasant discussions. I gave up my post myself, and I will move with my other son and another teammate to the club where my younger son already plays. That means I already have my new stomping ground. And the canceled tournament wasn’t an issue either because we quickly found an alternative.

But the trouble was there. I suffered a territorial anger conflict and a stink conflict. As a result, I had some diarrhea and a few days of the expected mild sniffles after the stink conflict was resolved, after the team’s head sent me a reasonably conciliatory goodbye email.

The Five Biological Laws of Nature are so exact that you can practically set your alarm clock according to them.

M.H.

Note by H.Pilhar

A perfect testimonial, where you can learn a lot. Attention: The handedness plays a role in the whole territorial area, but not the partner and mother/child side.

I wish you success in the search for a steady club.

I had an excellent sense of smell and was also very sensitive to bad smells. I could very quickly and unerringly identify individual components – olfactory elements – in food or wine.

When my husband’s bleeding carcinoma was closed with a laser, he had a horrible smell coming from his stomach that got up my nose every time I got close to him. I was almost struck by it the first time I smelled it. That stench of burnt flesh and blood almost took my breath away. But I couldn’t show him that. He depended on me to hold him, to support him, and to snuggle up to him. But this smell haunted and tormented me terribly.
I swallowed my horror – he needed me.

However, I have lost my superior sense of smell, and often I can’t smell anything at all, not my perfume or the food I am preparing. Before, I could smell a dish and tell relatively accurately whether there might be a hint of cinnamon or garlic or whatever in it. Today, the food has to be a charred black lump in front of me to smell it.

I do not have a cold and dry nose, so it has nothing to do with the stink conflict, nasal mucosa. But I cannot assign this happening, so not to the biological process. Is this still conflict-active now? It should be because the loss of function is the active phase. Why is it not resolved? My husband is no longer alive, and I won’t have to smell that horrible smell. Or do I solve only when I accept that he is no longer alive?

Note by H. Pilhar

If it were conflict-active, only the particular odor would be “blanked out.” In the healing, there is a fall of smell (anosmia). So it seems to be hanging healing.

There are probably a number of tracks reminiscent of the DHS.

Dear Helmut,

I am pleased to send you another report on my experience.

Thanks to your site and a testimonial here, I was able to leave my fear track behind and calmly face the end of my SBS. Thanks a lot to you, your family, and Dr. Hamer for your work.

I’ve just had the experience that there is some truth to the old adages, and you can look there in terms of a DHS, and it’s also always good to pay attention to where your attention is going when you are looking for a DHS.

I am currently in Holland with two of my three kids. For the youngest’s birthday, my husband, and the grandmother of the middle came to visit for five days. This disturbed our daily routine but very much, although we enjoyed the visit.

The grandmother is a very narrow-minded person, stubborn and opinionated, and she also likes to pick a fight. I was aware of all this and knew I would have to hold my tongue with her if I preferred not to get into a conflict.

On the 4th day, every day was an egg race to avoid arguments. Grandmother played with my family and whined, ordered, complained, etc. I was in the house, and it burned on my tongue to rebuke her and demand harmony. But I withdrew all day and said nothing.

In the evening, she broke down, cried, complained that she was always alone with us, etc. I talked openly with her, reassured her, but also showed her her points.

During the night, I woke up because my tongue was burning painfully. It took a while for it to recover. It only tingled the following day. The next night, grandmother had now left, I woke up again with a burning tongue, but this quickly subsided. I then had a tingling and yet numb feeling in my tongue for two more days.

Since I did not think of the connection and came on fear track, I made myself clever on Helmuts HP, and lo and behold; I found an article on the subject of the tongue. And then I knew that the tongue was related to the experience and was now in solution.

Once again, it points out to me that there is some truth to the old statements, and it makes a difference whether I think it burned my tongue or I could have bitten my tongue off… these are different perceptions, and accordingly, they may be different DHS.

Especially with my children, I pay attention to what they say and their movements and take them back to their thoughts.

Note by H.Pilhar

The squamous epithelium of the tongue belongs to the so-called gullet-mucous pattern. It hurts in the active phase and crisis but is numb in the healing phase.

I (female) am now 40 years old and have had asthma since I was 4 years old.

According to the stories, I previously had middle ear infections and bronchitis alternately in a half-year rhythm.

By the way, the doctors said that the recurring bronchitis was the trigger … and the old damp house in which we lived at that time … and the stuffy air in our valley due to industry … and my then house dust allergy … and my then mite allergy … and my then cat allergy … and my then mold allergy … and what do I know what else.

Today I know my trigger … and I find it thoroughly ingenious!

The story about this is less ingenious. My parents quarreled from the beginning of their relationship, and this partly very violently, also by frequent alcohol consumption. When my brother and I were already in bed, we should get nothing of it almost constantly. My brother and I got this then because our common children’s room was directly above the “dispute living room,” but every time.

I can remember very well that each time I thought my ears were getting bigger and moving on their own, I could hear exactly everything that was going on down there (now guess where my middle ear infections came from!).

Now about my trigger:

One night the quarrel between my parents was so violent that probably my mother got scared of my father and fled to our children’s room. How this played out in me at that time was: Mother comes into our room dissolved and frightened, locks the door behind her, and sits down on my bed. I hear father rumbling up the old wooden stairs. Loudly he knocks, hammers, and rattles on our room door. I stared at the iron old door lock the whole time; I could still record it today. I can remember being insanely afraid that he would somehow manage to get in, and this, although I was never afraid of my father – on the contrary! My father was always very loving to me until his death and would never have raised his hand against me. But the whole situation was terrifying for me as a 4-year-old.

I guess, or rather it must have been, that I had my DHS that night, with all kinds of “track traffic.” What came after that were countless “seizures,” which in turn brought me to the hospital countless times.

Then at some point, when I was about 11 years old, the doctors came up with the great idea: it must be psychological! So, there followed a hospital stay in Klagenfurt in what I perceived as a child psychiatric ward for the not-so-crazy — it was called the Curative Education Institution.

This stay was initially supposed to last a month. I felt very out of place and imprisoned there, coming as I did from a small village where all the children played happily outside all day after school and only went home after long shouts from their parents “when it got dark.” An entirely different world overtook me in the “Heile,” as the children there called it. No parents, no brother, no friends. We were locked up in our ward and had bars in front of the windows that could only be tilted. I also experienced some pretty nasty things there that I would not have thought possible. One twelve-year-old boy kept having fits of raving madness, which then caused him to be “caged” all night, which was a caged bed with bars on top as well. Psychologically very valuable for sure! Then we had many children who tried to run away again and again. A “friend” cut her wrists there … and so on … and so on.

However, my condition did not improve.

The psychiatrist, who once beat her office to smithereens in front of our children’s eyes (she later became the manager), took away my spray one day just like that, which reopened my bronchial tubes during an asthma attack. This was followed by mortal fears and literally full pants every time I had an attack, as my body completely cramped up, gasping for air every time.
I had no help to expect except hand-holding from my favorite nurse. She was not allowed to give me anything! When I described this to my mother on the phone (she called me every day), she secretly brought me a spray during the next visit …

After half a year (!), the “therapy” was finally finished, I was allowed to go home. However, I had to leave my favorite class at school because I had to repeat a year … again all my friends are gone. As you can imagine, the problem was still not resolved!
I got a diary from my aunt at my next hospital stay …. her written words in it … “to your Xth hospitalization…”. There I really started to write in this book, which certainly helped me to sort out my thoughts.

My last hospital stay was when I was about 12 1/2 or 13 years old. There I was pumped so much cortisone into me for two weeks that my mother almost didn’t recognize me when she visited me. Today my skin is still partly so transparent that you can count the veins underneath. As a result, I had to go to the pediatric clinic in Graz every six months (until I was too old for that) for an examination.

But then came the first turning point. I had my first boyfriend and became more and more detached from home. Nevertheless, I had seizures on and off until I was 38, but they never got so bad again that I was unconscious.

One day in September 2011, my father passed away. As a result, my asthma got worse again, and I went to a doctor in December and asked for help and maybe pulmonary rehab. However, it took less than two days after seeing the doctor, and my asthma was gone! I certainly had the epileptic crisis at that time that made me go to the doctor because it was so bad. Indeed, my subconscious registered that this scare-fright-conflict could not come again because of my father’s death, so I solved the conflict.

One time my lungs spoke up again after a scare-fright conflict: My dog had picked up a scent and wanted to run across a street, wherein my mind I could already see the car driving over my Gina. I knew that she would not listen to me in this situation and would not stop her sprint. I screamed my head off and probably because my dog was scared of me, she turned around and ran towards me – my heart dropped! It took only a few minutes, and I had no voice and no air but was not afraid – I knew the Germanic now long enough!

This is my conventional medicine “spontaneous healing” – brilliant!

Note by H. Pilhar

The things they do to children out of ignorance …

A conflict is resolved when it can no longer happen. You can see that beautifully in this testimonial. Equally, well seen is how the tracks and thus the redivide past the mind. With the friend (weaning), the tracks were avoided more and more and the seizures less. But only the father’s death brought the definitive conflict resolution, since he was also the cause of her asthma (although she loved him).

And the inability of this school medicine becomes likewise clear. In the absence of knowledge about the cause, their assumptions drive the most grotesque blossoms, likewise in their therapy! Unworthy of human beings! We really still live in a superstitious, tyrannical, and misanthropic time … It is time to do “enlightenment”!

Asthma: a schizophrenic constellation in the territorial area. When the bronchial musculature spasms (solution, epileptic seizure) and there is an active conflict somewhere in the opposite territorial area, the bronchial asthma attack occurs for the duration of this crisis.

Cause: depending on the handedness and hormonal situation, a scar-fright conflict (female) or territorial fear conflict (male).