The Amazing Story of How Rich Anderson Developed His Amazing Cleansing Program.
“The greatest discovery of my generation is that human beings
can alter their lives by altering their attitudes of mind.”
— William James
For a good part of my life I had many health problems, including rheumatic fever, heart murmurs, ongoing ear infections, asthma, gastrointestinal problems, etc., etc., and finally a tumor developed in my upper gums which left me with long lasting fatigue, memory problems, depression, and put me on the verge of death.
At age 7 my high-protein/high-dairy diet led me to a state of alkalosis; a very serious condition that brings one to the open door of death.
It was this time I developed horrible constipation, pain in my kidneys, ongoing ear infections and then suddenly, I had rheumatic fever, which left my body with an enlarged heart (not good), heart murmurs, valve damage and chronic low blood pressure. This created a major problem in getting enough oxygen into my brain and interfered with my memory. Then I got asthma, my growth was stunted, I had constant teeth infections, my eyesight diminished and I was forced to wear glasses. On top of all this, I was slowly accumulating lead toxicity, a severe heavy metal. Later that would hit me hard.
After surgery, I didn’t recover. I was in bed for a month until I ran out of money and was forced to go back to work. Over the years I had been studying natural healing and medicine in hopes of solving my problems. My search finally led me to colon cleansing. I started out with the most common colon cleansing products found in health food stores which claimed “no cleansing reactions.” After a month, I was worse than ever: tired, depressed, and angry, and I hadn’t noticed a single positive result.
I dropped the products like a hot potato and was discouraged from using any more colon cleanses until an herbalist I knew convinced me to try her cleanse.
Her cleanse was the first decent cleanse I used, and I shall never forget the first time I saw mucoid plaque come out of me. It was about six pm on the fourth or fifth day of this new seven-day cleanse, and I was sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book, barely feeling okay. Then suddenly, I felt an unusual movement in my lower abdomen and my energy dropped quickly. I slumped into the chair and felt absolutely horrible. I could hardly move. About forty minutes went by, and then I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. I was too weak to walk, and I crawled into the bathroom; it took all the strength I had left to climb upon the porcelain throne. Just as I did, I had a shocking new experience; something rocketed out of me! It was out in a flash, and I immediately stood up to examine my release. I was never so surprised in my life!
There floated an entity that looked exactly like my intestines, only it was almost jet black. At first I thought this cleansing program was indeed killing me, for there lay my colon, without which
my body would soon die. Truly I am doomed, I thought. In a few more hours my body will be dead, and I will be drifting off to who knows where.
A few seconds more I had another thought, “Wait a minute, I’m actually feeling pretty good. That can’t be my colon.” I got down on my knees and examined this alien monster very carefully. Then I jumped up and went into the kitchen and fetched a pair of chopsticks. (Those precious chopsticks; never have chopsticks been used for such scientific purpose as those; I kept them near my porcelain throne for the next fifteen years, using them for examining long, weird pieces of mucoid plaque.) It was a spectacular specimen and, regrettably, I should have had it mounted, but I flushed it into oblivion – little did I know that years later I would want to send it to a skeptical doctor I had met.
Afterwards, I walked into the living room, and for the first time in years I got down on the floor and did pushups. My energy, which had been non-existent for over a year and a half, had finally returned. And by the end of that seven-day cleanse, I had removed an unbelievable thirteen feet of blackish, thick mucoid plaque and my energy soared.
A few years later, my friend and mentor Dr. Bernard Jensen convinced me to try pancreatin, which resulted in the elimination of twenty-eight feet of mucoid plaque in seven days. However, pancreatin is an animal product, and I was determined to find something just as effective without putting the death vibration into my poor body. Now I had always taken the view that if you wanted to learn something, go to a proven expert; in this case the expert was Dr. Jensen. Based upon success in treating hard-core cases, I believed that he was greatest doctor around. I had first met him in 1976 when I attended a special cancer seminar in Seattle. He had been chosen to speak, along with about ten other outstanding doctors from around the world. These doctors were considered the greatest doctors in the world for their incredible success in treating cancer. Dr. Jensen’s success in treating cancer was overall seventy percent, which later was surpassed by Dr. William Kelly, who had a ninety-three percent success rate. This was verified by Nicholas Gonzalez, MD, who was an investigator for the Sloan Kettering foundation. Dr. Jensen’s success rate in treating leukemia was over forty percent, and at that time conventional medicine’s success rate for treating leukemia was zero percent. It was here that I also met Dr. Pavlo Airola and Dr. John Christopher.
Later I became Dr. Jensen’s student and stayed in a mobile home on his ranch. During this stay, he exposed me to vast amounts of condensed, solid, and proven information about nutrition, Iridology, and other healing methods. I didn’t learn just medical concepts as taught in colleges and medical universities. I learned from a man who had studied more healing methods than perhaps any doctor in history and, more than that, a doctor who had actually practiced these methods in his own sanitarium for over fifty years. I was an ardent student of the master himself.
Dr. Jensen was recognized throughout the world as the father of Iridology and as one of the most successful doctors the world has ever known. Kings and presidents sought his advice. Even Mahatma Ghandi religiously followed his suggestions. I learned an incredible amount of priceless information from Dr. Jensen and it truly changed my life for the better! He was a walking encyclopedia, possessing an almost unlimited amount of information, yet he was a humble man who attained the exceptionally rare qualities of wisdom and humility.
One evening at his ranch I was having dinner with my roommate, Dr. Tom Honka, when the most unusual fellow I have ever met sat down in front of us. Everything about him was unique. In fact, there was nothing normal about him, except that he was human. (At least I’m pretty sure he was.) His hair was long and short at the same time, making me wonder if he had lost a battle with a lawnmower. He was wearing shorts, no shirt, some things in his hair, had bands around his wrists and ankles, and a necklace made of seashells. He had a strong nose and blue eyes that looked in two different directions at once. Dr. Honka introduced me to him and said his name was White Medicine Crow. For some reason my mind went into confusion. It raced frantically around for some kind of conclusion. I thought it was going to short-circuit for sure because it couldn’t find a mold to fit the guy. I was very much attracted to his very apparent Indian ways and keen intellect. We instantly became friends.
The days had been extremely hot. A fan served as our only air conditioning, and we were all melting in the heat. That evening at dinner, I asked White Crow to do a rain dance and cool the place down. He gulped down a bite, stood up, and in front of everyone, mostly doctors, he began dancing and singing around all the tables. In and out he went, from one table to another. He did his dance for about five minutes. We all watched with our mouths wide open. No one knew just how to respond. Finally, he stopped and sat down and finished his dinner as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The next day it poured down rain and became cold, and the day after, when it was still pouring and we were all freezing our tails off, I asked him if he could turn up the heat just a little bit.
The following summer, I planned an experimental research expedition with White Medicine Crow. For three months we were to live off the land, eating only raw, fresh herbs, living in the open air, taking cold baths in rivers and streams, and studying human potential. We started in Arizona; that was a rough time! While there in the mountains, we had trouble obtaining clean water and were forced to drink water that apparently was unfit for consumption. We became very ill and could hardly walk. We decided to leave Arizona and seek a more lush area to camp and do our research, so we traveled to the Sierra Nevada Mountains in California. Our new camp was heavenly and there, in the mountains of the Sierra Nevada, the story really begins.
We found a wonderful meadow, and twice a day we would take our empty wooden bowls and walk out into that meadow together. We would search for any edible herbs and put them into our bowls until they were full. Then we would walk back to camp and carefully break up the herbs and remove tough stems. We would add some olive oil and apple cider vinegar and about once a week, a few raisins. That’s all we ate for almost three months.
After about four or five days of eating the herbs from this particular meadow, I had an amazing experience take place. I was sitting on a rock by our cedar bark teepee reading a book. White Crow had gone for a walk and was long out of sight. Suddenly I heard him yelling, “Rich, come quick! Rich, come up here, run!” “What’s happening?” I thought. “Has he been bitten by a rattlesnake?” I dropped my book and ran as fast as I could, which, in my weakened condition from drinking bad water, wasn’t very fast. Once I was in sight, he pointed to the ground. I thought that my worst fear was a fact – at first sight, it looked as though he had killed a very large snake and I wondered if he had been bitten. Then he said: “Is this one of those mucoid layers you’ve been telling me about?” he asked as I approached.
Upon careful examination of the leathery or rubbery rope-like thing at his feet, I saw the exact markings of the epithelium wall of the small intestine. It most definitely was mucoid plaque! No
question about it, but, interestingly enough, it hadn’t come from the colon; it had come from the small intestines. In fact, judging the shape and structure of the striations, I knew it was from the upper intestines – from the jejunum, which is just below the duodenum.
“What is going on here?” I wondered. I had read every book on the subject that I could find and no one had talked about getting mucoid fecal matter out of the small intestines, only the colon. Crow saw my surprise. “Well, what is it?” he asked. “Is it part of my guts or what?” “That is mucoid plaque, all right!” I told him. “Congratulations! You are now cleaner and healthier
because that is on the outside instead of the inside. You will feel better, be even stronger, and think more clearly. Hey! You’re not on a cleanse; how the heck did this happen?” Before the day was over, he got rid of more and so did I.
Soon, with every bowel movement we both released rubber-like ropes, usually about two to four feet long, with the exact markings of the intestinal wall, shooting right out of us. And when I say “shooting,” you will know what I mean when it happens to you. They were coming from all parts of the alimentary canal: the duodenum, jejunum, ileum, and the colon (with the exception of the stomach; that came out later).
I took this very seriously. I soon realized that the “magic” occurred as a result of eating a certain combination of herbs. We also realized by the second day of this massive cleansing that we were well again, our strength had returned, and we soon surpassed our normal strength. I did some serious thinking about all this. Here we were eating two big meals a day of fresh-picked herbs. There was nothing else that could be working this magic. I felt that we had come upon a group of herbs that had tremendous potential. The realization unfolded in my mind that this was a very important discovery, indeed, for the person who might have the wisdom to use it.
Ten days went by, and we continued to eliminate this plaque. We wondered if it would ever end. Our health, just in those ten days, had improved beyond our greatest expectations. Neither
of us had ever felt better. Our energy grew, we felt really good inside, and our happiness increased along with our energy. We both had become happier than we had ever been in our lives. What was most amazing was that the herbs responsible for this healing magic were common, yet no herb or medical books that either of us had read mentioned such a profound effect. I am sure that between us we had read over 50 books on herbs. Were we the first people in history to discover herbs that could produce such a result?
I began to wonder: could the herbs in dried form have the same effect as fresh? After all, how many people have the opportunity to go out into the wilderness and live only on fresh, wild herbs? I thought that, maybe, the results were produced because the fresh herbs were chock full of chlorophyll, vitality, life force, and enzymes, all at full strength.
Something deep inside told me that the herbs would work in a dried state, and perhaps as efficiently as the fresh, if I put together the right combination in the correct proportions. I became almost possessed with the desire to learn more and to create a formula that would help all who desired greater health. I carefully noted all the herbs that we were eating during those days.
Months later, after our expedition, I completed my dried herbal formula. I convinced White Crow to join me in giving it a try. We were to consume only the herbs, no food. We were on it for six days.
In the middle of the night on the fourth day, White Crow got up, went downstairs to the kitchen, cooked up a large batch of potatoes and had a feast. This obviously slowed down his cleansing process, yet, after six days, he had removed twenty-eight feet of the terrible mucoid plaque. I eliminated forty feet! Besides the fact that I had no potatoes to slow me down, the reason I was able to release more than Crow was simply because I took enemas and he would not. The formula was a success from the start and when people heard about it, they also wanted to try it. White Crow went around telling everyone how much he had eliminated and how wonderful he felt.
Soon we had people from all over northern California and Oregon using the herbs. People would cleanse and tell their friends and soon I could hardly keep up with it all. I never advertised. Everyone who bought my cleanse had been referred by someone else. I was so busy that it was driving me nuts. The phone would start ringing at 7 am and the last call was around midnight. Everyone was clambering for my attention. Finally, I earned enough money to hire some help, and I became very grateful that I was able to help so many people.