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On the lighter side I was once a guest of Gary Powell, the guy who uses some very unusual but effective methods to heal people of just about anything. There was a time when saw a video of him removing a splinter from his ten year old daughter's foot with a wicked looking bayonet, and she just calmly sat there and let him do it. He once put his hand into a lot of bees and let them sting him because had an arthritic back. He has to be nuts, but he said it saved him a lot of pain. He put some clay type of thing on the stings and told me the pain of the stings left in about a minute. It may have worked for him but I
sure am not going to try it.
I have spoken to many who had
some awful problem with their health and were penniless and he got them
well and didn't send them a bill. They love him. But some say his
methods are certainly very different to anything else they have
experienced. I was at his home one day and his daughter came in
crying with an eyeful of fine sawdust. Gary filled his mouth with
water and held her eye open and pressure blasted that water into
it. "Well it works, doesn't it?" is all he had to
say.
When I look at the situation it
was very practical and results were instant, the little girl was wet
but had no more pain and there was no irritation left, so who can argue
with that.
But his curry is his crowning
achievement. However, be warned, it is not for the faint hearted.
You have to be tough, very tough, to really appreciate it. Gary
was once trained in the art of stealth and I have seen him come and go
from beside a person without them ever being aware he was there, in
broad daylight. There have been the unnerving times when I
have been walking somewhere with him and I turn to speak to him and he
is nowhere to be seen. I turned to the other side and there was no sign
of him at all. A few seconds later and he is suddenly right
beside me. This may be the original Ghost Who Walks. he does it
even when there is no cover for a hundred yards for him to conceal
himself.
He makes his curry the same
way. It sneaks up on you, but unlike Gary, who simply scares you,
the curry goes right for the jugular. The first time I tried it
he did warn that he made it for himself and not for
strangers, because most couldn't handle it.
I thought, " What's he on
about. If he can take it, I sure can too!"
Big mistake!!!
I took a small taste and it was
absolutely delicious. I just had to have the recipe but no way
was he giving it out so I determined to sneak into the kitchen and get
a bowl and back-engineer it so I could make it at home. I managed
to get in by creating a little diversion at the other end of the
complex that required Gary's attention. I got a bowl of curry and
a bowl of rice and retired to my cabin with the loot to enjoy my ill
gotten gains. The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.
I settled in to eat while some
beautiful Polynesian music wafted in through the bamboo curtains.
The taste was superb, and I wasted no time in demolishing the lot. I
was happily trying to work out the ingredients when the curry went into
it's second phase.
My temperature seemed to rise
several degrees, my tongue and mouth felt like I had chewed on a hot
exhaust pipe. My ears started burning and my hair stood straight
up and fell back in tight curls with a definite singed smell. My
dentures melted in my mouth and the glaze cracked on my remaining
teeth. I could not see for several minutes because my brow was so
hot that sweat blinded me.
I headed for the cool water but
that turned to superheated steam on entering the mouth. My entire
body broke out in a profuse perspiration and soaked my singlet and lava
lava so that the cool wind blowing in the window started an evaporation
process and I started to feel a little cooler at
last. I wondered just what sort of fiend Gary really
was. I later heard he was expelled from The Hot Place because of
this curry.
Half an hour later I was
recovering. My head was no longer in orbit and I could see again.
My clothes were feeling quite cool because of the sweat evaporating and
there was this absolutely heavenly after taste of this secret weapon he
calls a curry.
The curry goes into phase
three the next morning about 5.30 a.m. You wake with this
boiling in the gut and head straight for the toilet. Do not delay
getting there.
This is when you begin to know
what a jet fighter's afterburner feels like.
That is Gary's private curry
recipe. As stated, it is absolutely beautiful, but you need to be
as tough as a lumberjack with a leather throat and a cast iron gut to
handle it. Good luck, and may the force be with you.
I began trying to analyze it and
here is what I came up with.
I don't think Gary has yet woken
up to the fact that this curry is the only medication he ever needs to
prescribe. It will kill any disease fast. The problem is
that it might kill you too.
It is wise to stay on his good
side in case he does some dirty little trick like give your wife a
packet of the ingredients to innocently cook up for you. He has the
most twisted sense of humour you could ever wish to find. I don't
know if he is an evil genius or something that fell out of The Hot
Place. Maybe it is true about him being expelled from
there. How can a man who loves classical music, little children
and old dogs possibly have such a devious mind as to come up with these
man killers
I am not signing this because I
want to live a lot longer
Editors Note: I, too, have eaten Gary's curry (and survived). I liken it somewhat to paint stripper mixed with lighter fluid and a lighted match thrown in.... Ed |