God-made urine heals
Nov 16, 2003
When my eight-year-old daughter ran out of the sea clutching her arm and crying that she had been stung by a jellyfish, I cursed myself for not being the kind of mother that carries a small first aid kit in the beach bag
When my eight-year-old daughter ran out of the sea clutching her arm and crying that she had been stung by a jellyfish, I cursed myself for not being the kind of mother that carries a small first aid kit in the beach bag.
We needed a speedy solution because her pain was getting worse. Then, from nowhere, a five-year-old episode of the TV series Friends popped into my head, when Monica gets stung by a jellyfish, and Joey and Chandler pee on her.
She didn’t want to pee on herself and I thought that if I squatted down and peed on her arm it might severely traumatise both of us, so I collected what I could. While she wrinkled her nose, I dabbed it on her sting with my finger.
We were amazed by how quickly it worked, and how it completely took away the burning sensation. One friend had used urine to treat chronic heatrash when she was on holiday.
“I peed into a cup and splashed it over my shoulders and it was the only thing that helped,†she said.
Another had tried it on her baby’s eczema but given it up because “it went against what we have always been taught about keeping a baby’s skin clean and dry, and I couldn’t help worrying that she would smell.â€
And one of my friends actually admitted drinking her own pee.
“I didn’t tell anyone I knew about it because I thought that they would react in the same way as you –– pulling faces and making retching noises,†she said.
“It tastes salty and a bit malty. Stronger than I had thought. My yoga teacher recommended it to increase my sense of mental and physical well- being. He said that three million Chinese people use urine as a health aid. Bathing in it, drinking it, even using it as eye and ear drops when they have infections. It’s called auto-urine therapy, or AUT.â€
I found many books written on the subject by alternative practitioners, Eastern gurus, and people who claimed their health had benefited from auto-urine therapy.
I dipped into The Golden Fountain by Dutch auto-urine expert Coen van der Kroon. I tried to keep an open mind. Van der Kroon was converted to the joys of urine when he cut his foot badly at in India. Applying conventional antiseptics had no effect so, following local practice, he wrapped his foot in a cloth soaked with his own urine and found that this worked extremely well.
Both he and other leading urinophiles including German radio journalist Carmen Thomas, the author A Very Special Juice, are keen to point out that urine is not the toxic waste matter we have been led to believe.
Apparently, urine is actually sterile, antiseptic and non-toxic and a wonderful, free and natural “house-pharmacy.†Urine is 95 percent water, 2.5 percent urea, and 2.5 per cent salt.
It is the product of the kidneys, that keeps the composition of the blood in optimal balance.
Although urea in large quantities would be poisonous, in small amounts it is claimed to be purifying, cleaning up excess mucus and having a wonderful healing and toning effect on the skin. Indeed, van der Kroon recommends it as an after shave.
“I splash some on my face every morning,†he said.
All auto-urine proponents point out that pee is only useful for recycling if you do not use chemical drugs or drink and smoke heavily.
Auto-urine therapy literature says pee is good for colon cancer, TB, asthma and psoriasis. Tales are told of 16th-century soldiers who used to keep a bucket of urine near their cannons so that if a hand was burnt during firing, a quick dip would ease the pain. Vikings, too, are supposed to have kept a communal bucket by the doorway to use as a powerful antiseptic.
As for me, impressed though I am by its emergency external use, I don’t think I could ever overcome my own conviction that pee should be quickly flushed down the loo. For the purposes of this article, I went into the bathroom, locked the door, wee-ed into a wine glass and, after about 10 minutes, took the tiniest of sips. It was very far from being the elixir all the auto-urine literature describes.
I could taste it all day. I must have brushed my teeth 100 times. I didn’t tell my husband in case he never wanted to kiss me again. Quite frankly,
I wouldn’t have blamed him.
Source: Internet
We needed a speedy solution because her pain was getting worse. Then, from nowhere, a five-year-old episode of the TV series Friends popped into my head, when Monica gets stung by a jellyfish, and Joey and Chandler pee on her.
She didn’t want to pee on herself and I thought that if I squatted down and peed on her arm it might severely traumatise both of us, so I collected what I could. While she wrinkled her nose, I dabbed it on her sting with my finger.
We were amazed by how quickly it worked, and how it completely took away the burning sensation. One friend had used urine to treat chronic heatrash when she was on holiday.
“I peed into a cup and splashed it over my shoulders and it was the only thing that helped,†she said.
Another had tried it on her baby’s eczema but given it up because “it went against what we have always been taught about keeping a baby’s skin clean and dry, and I couldn’t help worrying that she would smell.â€
And one of my friends actually admitted drinking her own pee.
“I didn’t tell anyone I knew about it because I thought that they would react in the same way as you –– pulling faces and making retching noises,†she said.
“It tastes salty and a bit malty. Stronger than I had thought. My yoga teacher recommended it to increase my sense of mental and physical well- being. He said that three million Chinese people use urine as a health aid. Bathing in it, drinking it, even using it as eye and ear drops when they have infections. It’s called auto-urine therapy, or AUT.â€
I found many books written on the subject by alternative practitioners, Eastern gurus, and people who claimed their health had benefited from auto-urine therapy.
I dipped into The Golden Fountain by Dutch auto-urine expert Coen van der Kroon. I tried to keep an open mind. Van der Kroon was converted to the joys of urine when he cut his foot badly at in India. Applying conventional antiseptics had no effect so, following local practice, he wrapped his foot in a cloth soaked with his own urine and found that this worked extremely well.
Both he and other leading urinophiles including German radio journalist Carmen Thomas, the author A Very Special Juice, are keen to point out that urine is not the toxic waste matter we have been led to believe.
Apparently, urine is actually sterile, antiseptic and non-toxic and a wonderful, free and natural “house-pharmacy.†Urine is 95 percent water, 2.5 percent urea, and 2.5 per cent salt.
It is the product of the kidneys, that keeps the composition of the blood in optimal balance.
Although urea in large quantities would be poisonous, in small amounts it is claimed to be purifying, cleaning up excess mucus and having a wonderful healing and toning effect on the skin. Indeed, van der Kroon recommends it as an after shave.
“I splash some on my face every morning,†he said.
All auto-urine proponents point out that pee is only useful for recycling if you do not use chemical drugs or drink and smoke heavily.
Auto-urine therapy literature says pee is good for colon cancer, TB, asthma and psoriasis. Tales are told of 16th-century soldiers who used to keep a bucket of urine near their cannons so that if a hand was burnt during firing, a quick dip would ease the pain. Vikings, too, are supposed to have kept a communal bucket by the doorway to use as a powerful antiseptic.
As for me, impressed though I am by its emergency external use, I don’t think I could ever overcome my own conviction that pee should be quickly flushed down the loo. For the purposes of this article, I went into the bathroom, locked the door, wee-ed into a wine glass and, after about 10 minutes, took the tiniest of sips. It was very far from being the elixir all the auto-urine literature describes.
I could taste it all day. I must have brushed my teeth 100 times. I didn’t tell my husband in case he never wanted to kiss me again. Quite frankly,
I wouldn’t have blamed him.
Source: Internet