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30 September, 2005
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..."The doctors and I embarked on a very aggressive course
of ozone modalities in an attempt to save this mans life. It was
touch and go, no two ways about it. The more we applied the protocols,
one small improvement and then another surfaced. After a couple
of weeks of ozone applications by direct IV injections, *Recirculatory
Hemoperfusion combined with ozone insufflations and hydrogen peroxide
baths, Festus was able to move a little. His countenance was better
and he started to have a confrontational attitude known to African
men. Unsightly, peeled skin was being replaced with fresh, baby
like skin. The color of his eyes returned, and one and all joked
that this was not really Festus."...
..."Ozone works - this is a scientific fact. If we could only
remove human ego from the equations we would leap ahead in removing
unnecessary settings on a mass scene and be able to save millions
of lives."
The above is an extract from the forth coming 2nd edition of Ed
McCabe's book "Flood
Your Body with Oxygen"
The full book extract below is a 'graphic' demonstration on how
far reaching non drug modalities are usurped one way or another
at great personal expense to those trying to use these to help others.
Peter Jovan, through his long standing experience in dealing with
near terminal patients, mostly in the third world, has refined ozone
therapies to an fine art. His very success has taken a toll on him
and currently he is left penniless. He should like to start this
work again but is unable to do so as without any funds...
Oxidative therapies are extremely effective when they are used
with proven protocols. This is amply demonstrated, from the following
excerpt. Peter is more than capable of moving these highly efficacious,
cost effective and needed technology forward. His refinement of
*RPH technology and/or advanced use of oxidative knowledge should
be an asset to any one or any practitioner wanting to learn and
use this technology and protocols.
Ed McCabe, through the inclusion of the following in his book,
and I should really like to promote this endeavor and help Peter
get back on his feet. Those interested in using his services or
helping in anyway can get in touch with him via email at: mailto:%20peter@ozoneuniversity.comor
phone 604 501-6051. More exposure to his work should really help
as the whore mainstream media surely will not promote such effective
technologies so it is up to us. Please distribute far and wide....
Many many Thanks,
Chris Gupta
http://tinyurl.com/a6wyv
It's called Extracorporeal Recirculatory Hemoperfusion, RHP,
or a kind of like Dialysis machine except it oxygenates your whole
bodies blood while cleaning it.
"This is the best form of ozone therapy without doubt and
Ed agrees as well as others in the field. However putting it in
application in this world will be nothing short of a battle like
no other. So, onward we go in our quest for a better healing modality."
PJ)
See also:
Another
Banned book - in Miami
Ozone, the Observer of Human Ego
Theres no better way to describe the power of medical ozone than
relating my experiences with Festus, an African man who was dying
of full blown AIDS.
His wife Edith and her sister begged me to treat him at the ozone
clinic in Mombassa, Kenya where I was working as Head of International
Affairs. Edith moaned and groaned, gestured wildly, beseeched Allah
and threw herself upon our mercy as her husband was brought to the
clinic on a stretcher. The man had been bedridden for some time.
He was barely able to move or speak and as I pried his eyes open
I noticed a cloudy, grey film. His body had the appearance of a
man with one foot in the grave. I had never seen any person so close
to death and I was convinced that this guy was never going to make
it. Out of compassion for the family's hysteria I tried to placate
their distress by assuring one and all that he was going to be just
fine.
His condition was in fact extremely critical. Lets face it, AIDS
is a hot potato and once it gets to its final stages there is little
that anyone can do except make the patient as comfortable as possible.
Seven days of nail biting and anguish engulfed me as watchful eyes
monitored his vital signs and my handling of the case. Still, I
was determined to allow this man to die with the dignity that should
be accorded every man. Sure, I wanted to fix him up, and keep my
word that he would be okay. By now I knew ozone was the crown jewel
of medicine and capable of accomplishing miracles. I had seen so
many sick bodies heal with its virucidal and bactericidal power,
but this was beyond saving.
The doctors and I embarked on a very aggressive course of ozone
modalities in an attempt to save this mans life. It was touch and
go, no two ways about it. The more we applied the protocols, one
small improvement and then another surfaced. After a couple of weeks
of ozone applications by direct IV injections, Recirculatory Hemoperfusion
combined with ozone insufflations and hydrogen peroxide baths, Festus
was able to move a little. His countenance was better and he started
to have a confrontational attitude known to African men. Unsightly,
peeled skin was being replaced with fresh, baby like skin. The color
of his eyes returned, and one and all joked that this was not really
Festus.
After three weeks of treatment Festus was up and about and eating
normally. He started to argue with the staff and was merrily beating
his wife at every given opportunity. The African staff tried to
assure me this was just normal male African attitude, a good sign
of virility and the regaining of his health. After four weeks he
started to go a little stir crazy so I let him out to ride my Mountain
Bike on the compound.
By the fifth and sixth weeks of treatment he was jogging, walking
two kilometers, and swimming in the water. We chided him that he
was not quite ready and he told us in no uncertain terms that he
was now Superman and ready to climb mountains. I must admit he was
looking good. In fact it was time for him to leave and for me to
let go of my small miracle.
Life resumed to normal in the clinic as we compiled the data to
this astounding case of AIDS by means of ozone. In many regards
it was par for the course. My 5 years of ozone research and treating
people with its applications had assured me that if any medical
substance could achieve greatness, ozone was definitely going to
be it. As for Festus, we heard from the villagers that he had become
so strong he built his wife a gas station (in between the beatings)
in honor of her love and for saving him. After it was built, the
gas station was legally transferred to her name. She returned the
favor by poisoning him. His death was a bitter pill to swallow.
I had lost quite a character in my life as well as my flesh and
blood evidence of a grateful AIDS victim. Despite continued successes
with ozone at the clinic, it was a hard to stomach.
Kenya is a land of many contradictions. Love and hatred; breathtaking
beauty and swollen-bellied children dying in the gutter, extreme
poverty for the masses and wealth for the privileged few. Morality,
immorality and an undercurrent of greed grips its population. Thats
the spell of Kenya; you fall hopelessly in and out of love with
its tenderness and cruelty. It extends the kisses of a lover whilst
holding a dagger to your back. And there was a big dagger poised
at mine. It was time to get out of Mombassa and fast.
Circumstances were such that it was becoming impossible to work
at the clinic. The reason for the clinics existence had been corrupted,
and the Police, FBI, and CID were making investigations. The most
creative sensationalism I ever witnessed was mustered up by journalists
out to expose ozone irregardless of its innocence! It was time to
leave the ghosts and go to the clinic in Malaysia. This was to be
one of many countries that I was to introduce the applications of
clinical ozone into, as well as the new Recirculatory Hemoperfusion
technology and delivery system I had been perfecting. I had been
in Kenya for 2 years and I needed new pastures. I was yet to realize
that they were to bring me closer to death in more ways than one!
Airports are a wonderful place for drama. A huge entourage welcomed
me to Kuala Lumpur with outstretched arms, excitable gestures, tears,
blessings of good fortune, omens of plenty babies, and just for
good measure luck one million-fold.
My task was to set-up the first ozone clinic in Malaysia and I
immediately got to work on desperate AIDS patients. We applied Recirculatory
Hemoperfusion like never before. It was reminiscent of my success
with Festus and patients recovered to the astonishment of all concerned.
My sponsors immediately instructed me to go to all the major areas
of Malaysia and discuss my technology. The traveling circus had
begun! A series of Ministers, serious looking officials, and elite
businessmen, waived contracts in the air and avowed that if they
were broken, the maggots would eat out their very eyes. For good
measure, blessings to my loins for plenty more babies, were thrown
in with the deal. A successful technology lights up eyes fast and
is perhaps a better description of what maggots can do when there
is a lucrative proposition on the table! My two weeks in Kuala Lumpur
came to a close. Once again, corruption entered the picture and
I wanted no part of it. I did gain a lot of experience in those
two weeks and I was now ready to tackle an invitation to the French
Colony of Benin.
I had boarded the plane with a letter from President Kerekou in
my hand and my chest stuck out with pride as I landed. My relationships
with airports were ever expanding. I had not expected an airport
the size of a large house to greet me. My Serbian/Canadian background
and ozone technology held me in good stead and I was ready to tackle
the usual airport fanfare. As I looked around there was nobody in
sight. My ego was deflated. The silence was broken by a military
looking gentleman who ushered me to a room with trained precision.
His brown eyes looked right through me as I waved the Presidents
letter of approval up and down. My passport was stamped with a thud.
It was the type of thud you always wished you had the authority
to do but what the heck, I was off to a new adventure.
I understood what a young school girl on her first prom felt like
as I was led into President Mathieu Kerekous building. It was huge,
palatial, marbled, dazzling, and also deserted. I was impressed
with its cleanliness and mesmerized at the graciousness of the President.
He was warm and his inviting manner settled my nerves. Time passed
quickly as we talked about the ozone. He was engrossed with the
subject of ozone and wanted to proceed for the sake of his people.
The President is a genuinely nice, God-fearing man and his qualities
stood out as he expressed the need to help his people. Out of all
the dignitaries I had met, he was undoubtedly the most gracious
and sincere.
After our discussion the mood lifted, and he asked if I had ever
seen the area where the slaves were taken out of Africa. With barely
a nod, he ordered I be taken in his personal SUV for a tour. With
royal cane in hand he waved me goodbye and went back to his solitude.
My tour of the countryside in the SUV escorted by an entourage of
cops, screeching sirens, onlookers stopping in their tracks, and
plenty of speed, completed my week in Benin and remains one of my
fondest memories.
The successes of ozone and my technology were catching on in many
different lands. An influential Malaysian businessman was in Nairobi
and wanted to meet with me to discuss the RHP technology for India.
His introduction was brief and to the point as he offered me a good
business opportunity. His traditional medicine clinic had dissolved
due to a disagreement with his partner, and he wanted to start over
with ozone. The premises and doctors were already in place. All
that was needed was for me to join the team and turn it into a first
class hospital. For the privilege, I was being offered an astronomical
amount of money. He massaged my ego by assuring me that India was
now a superpower, the true Mecca and that I was being held back
in Kenya. I could utilize my talents to the full in India and everything
would be laid at my disposal. It was a very appealing proposition.
Before the meeting concluded he cleared his throat and hurriedly
requested I build him one of the RHP ozone delivery machines as
he had some spare parts, but if that was not possible one on the
cheap would suffice for now.
My loving wife Sylvia was in agreement with the move, so my sponsor
and I met the next day to work out the terms and conditions. He
impressed me as he outlined a solid business plan. I was to be sent
to a place called Coimbatore. Once there, I would receive $800,000
and $10,000 a month plus expenses as the appointed head of the hospital.
This was divine intervention because there was a trail of creditors,
police, CID, businessmen, and ordinary people, out to lynch my former
British partner and I wished to disassociate myself from him and
their wrath as far as I possibly could.
My wife and I flew business class to India. Upon landing in Bombay,
we were taken aback by the miles and miles of shanties on both sides
of the landing strip. It was unnerving. Yet, the smells of rotten
fish, dirt and garbage, and frantic crowds with elevated screams
distracted us from our exhaustion. I reassured my wife for she looked
suitably horrified. The hotel took away the edge and we forgot about
flights, queues, smells, heat and the bumpy ride which roared with
competition at every vehicle and person in the city. We slept soundly
in preparation for our trip to Coimbatore the following day and
it was welcome relief.
An array of friendly Indians greeted us with arms full of flowers.
They were bobbing up and down as they surrounded us, smiling and
laughing, and staring at us as though we were people of great importance.
Thankfully, they held off from blessing my loins to produce one
hundredfold, as the Kenyans had beaten them to it. Sylvia was now
pregnant with our first child!
Initially Sylvia was unwell with the pregnancy. She remained in
the hotel which became our home for 2 months. I attended the clinic
each day to ensure that qualified doctors were thoroughly trained
in ozone therapy and make sure the governmental authorities were
fully informed on our project. This clinic was small and set-up
to gauge the progress of ozone therapy. Its intent was to be used
as a show piece for government officials and interested parties
so my sponsors could create clinics in other parts of India.
The doctors and I started to work on all types of cases, from CFS
to cancer, from AIDS to skin conditions; leukemia, bone cancer;
you name it. People came in droves. We routinely treated them with
Direct IV ozone, RHP, ozone insufflations, ozonated saline drips,
ozonated saunas, hydrogen peroxide baths, enemas and exercise. We
appointed Ed McCabe as Senior Consultant and conferred with him
almost daily on our methodology. A dietary protocol was created
to ensure the correct nutritional foods were eaten. At last I had
the resources and support to research deeper, adjust the protocols,
and perfect the equipment which had become my baby. Better still,
Coimbatore gave me the time to turn a basic and crude RHP machine
into a truly superior technology that worked better than ever.
Without exception all of the patients improved. Some were so well
that they never had to return to the clinic. This astounded the
doctors and authorities to such a degree that they were in complete
in awe of the healing power of ozone. With proof before their eyes
and success cases on their own territory it was decided a hospital
be built in honor of ozone. One of the doctors at the clinic was
a skilled ortho surgeon and his father was a man that had a great
deal of money. He practically owned the town and seemed very influential
in the state of Tamil Nadu, which in local terms means he had passed
quite a few palms with silver. The family was insistent I create
a hospital for them.
A beautiful four story building in the centre of town that almost
resembled the Starship Enterprise was chosen. Its high ceilings,
rich d r, glass and chrome, spiral staircases extending to the top
floor could be utilized for a hospital There were no glitches in
securing it as it was already owned by the surgeons family so we
immediately went to work on creating the first ever ozone hospital
in India. This was a time-consuming project. It was agreed we were
to make good use of the technology to train the appointed doctors
in India and surrounding countries while the building was being
completed. For this, I was offered 5 million dollars as the Technical
Director in charge of the hospital. In addition to my salary of
$10,000 a month, a house and car was provided and all expenses met.
I agreed, contracts were drawn up, and construction was underway.
Our budget was set at 2.5 million dollars. In India this is an
extreme amount of money but they were so enthusiastic and glad to
be in the deal it didnt matter. This was to be the most advanced
hospital of its kind in South India, and they were going to have
their masterpiece come what may. The executive offices were constructed
first which enabled me to get on with technical matters while going
back and forth to check on the patients at the old clinic. As fast
as the patients were recovering, more would arrive at the door.
It was an incredible sight to behold as a daily line of Indian men,
women, children, and babies nursing every type of ailment queued
for hours. Our popularity created its own set of problems. As more
crowds gathered, people started pushing and shoving one another
to get treated. The cops were called and had to direct the traffic
around the melee.
Our clinic was now packed. Heat, flies, hungry patients, and exhaustion
led to a frenzied atmosphere and staff started to lose their composure.
They were running around in vain and attempting to calm the agitation.
It was apparent that the building was going to be stormed. Panic
took over and I had to take immediate control of the situation.
I ordered all doors be closed and people made to come in one at
a time or there would be no treatment for anyone. I prayed that
the hospital would soon be completed.
Our staff quickly grew to 150 and I was regularly training doctors,
nurses, and support staff on the use of the ozone modalities. By
now, the hospital had labs, ER, a maternity ward, two state of the
art operating rooms, a live cell analysis area and anything money
could buy. It became a spectacular hospital and our reputation spread.
The media developed a consistent interest in the project. A flood
of articles appeared in many newspapers and television stations
in every language in India. They all featured our hospital.
Dignitaries and the elite competed to be publicly associated with
our success. Two VIP treatment rooms had been reserved for people
of importance on the top floor of the building. They were all inclusive
with balconies, personal staff, and the best bed a hospital could
provide. The design was such that it wasnt necessary for dignitaries
to set foot in any other part of the building for treatment. Elevators
were discreetly situated so as not to be seen, thus protecting their
reputations. The building resembled a tier system; the floor beneath
the VIP section had an executive ward, a gymnasium, dining hall,
and auditorium. Below that, a general ward. The ER, Operating Rooms,
RHP facilities and other rooms were all air conditioned.
All of the patients were treated with ozone protocols and modern
medicine. Some were solely treated with modern medicine. Some were
treated with Ayurvedic herbs or Siddah depending on their beliefs,
income, and the doctors judgment. Nevertheless ozone was instrumental
in all of the healing. During meetings the doctors, superintendents
and Medical directors continually commented as to the outstanding
effects of the ozone. They concluded that it had the ability to
stand on its own as a healing modality or compliment every other
modality.
Bingo, the light went on. This is what we needed. I could see no
reason why a combination of ozone and other modalities could not
work synergistically. Meetings took place every day and I toured
the wards with the head doctors twice a week to ensure that the
therapies were being carried out as I had instructed. It was now
easy to convince the pharmaceutical and oriental trained doctors
of ozones efficacy. Once I got them past the point of disbelief
they all seemed to inherit a sense of real hope, something they
had never seen in their professional lives. It was moving. As a
result, the doctors started bringing in people with the most obscure
diseases and we used methods that were very unique to treat them.
One of the most notable events was our research in the operating
rooms. We would use an instant X-ray to lead our ozone-filled syringes
to an area of the body that needed to be healed. It was a fascinating
experiment and this was true progress. As far as I am aware something
like this had never done before or at least had never been talked
about.
We kept up communications with the Russians as a lesser form of
ozone therapy is commonly used as a treatment in their hospitals.
I had taken a break from the clinic to visit Professor Petrygin,
in Nhitsy Novograd. He was a real figurehead in the Russian ozone
world and was willing to discuss their experiences. The Professor
was very knowledgeable, answered every question and was very gracious
in allowing me to look around his hospital. India had good political
relations with Russia so it was advantageous to work with them.
It was a good move. On my return passage to India I attended the
Institute of Biology in Italy to meet another ozone expert Professor
Bocci. He was amusing, extremely informative, and I learned a great
deal as we discussed the theory and application of ozone.
I went away from the meeting assured and ready to tackle anything
that I would be thrown at in India. I had two good professional
ozone allies and the third, the American, renowned best selling
author and journalist and ozone specialist Ed McCabe, completed
the team as our appointed Senior Ozone Consultant to the Aakassh
Hospital. It was an exciting time.
The ceremonial opening for the hospital had arrived. Half the town
was closed for this special occasion, and the head Saint of Tamil
Nadu had been invited to bless the hospital. A chartered plane was
booked for him to travel in as it was regarded impure for a Saint
to travel with commoners. I yelled blue murder at this costly arrangement.
They quickly shut me up and I had no choice but to concede. After
all, he was a Saint, and they needed his professional blessing on
the place.
The throngs were gathered as he arrived like the Dalai Lama and
Pope all rolled into one. A huge following hung on his every move
and he would periodically tease the crowds by turning to face them,
gesture, as though they were receiving his blessing and continue
on. Every move he made was met with a large group of hired people
scurrying around and frantically clearing things out of the way
so his saintly body would not be harmed. Others were working themselves
into an ecstatic frenzy as they believed his appearance and blessing
of the hospital was a direct sign from God. The crowd needed hope.
The head Saint of Tamil Nadus piety took on a new level as he reached
the hospital. With clasped hand he gave the nod of approval that
the hospital organizers were banking on. How could he not. He was
onto a good bet when his earthly mission was up. He could approach
his heavenly sainthood surrounded in a luxurious hospital and go
off with the bang that ozone provides. There was however one slight
hiccup to his heavenly entrance.
My sponsor had invited him to come to his private office. It was
made very clear that this privilege was for a select few. We commoners
were not entirely left out. Behind closed doors, we heard the clinking
of glasses, raucous laughter, and swear words being bandied around.
It was reminiscent of a midnight poker game in Vegas! The staff
made more than their routine visits past the office and when the
party was over this saintly figure disappeared discreetly.
It was a good day for us all. The hospital had been blessed and
the ex Minister of Health a very influential man in the Indian government
also made an appearance. He heaped praise at the directors for this
eighth wonder of the world and it was splashed in every newspaper
and on every TV station.
Things progressed very well for 6 months and my personal and secular
life were rewarding. However, two of the partners started to argue
on the fundamentals of running of the hospital. To make matters
worse, the Chairman of the hospital started to become abusive. We
all knew he was loud, crude, stubborn, and devoid of the social
graces, but his abuse was unacceptable. It started with demands
and raised voices that turned into tantrums. The noise got louder
until he got his way. His level of abuse was becoming unbearable
to the staff and I was most concerned for their welfare. I was beginning
to live in fear as his wrath was directed at me but decided the
wisest course was to knuckle under in the hopes that it would eventually
pass.
The hospitals reputation had preceded itself and everyone was glowing
with pride. There were plans to build two more hospitals. But, as
always, when greed gets to run the show, money becomes an issue.
The maggots had returned. A strict control as to how things were
to be run was implemented. Staff cutbacks ensued and salaries were
denied. As a rule, business owners in Southern India are not tolerant
with staff. If they complained they are immediately terminated.
The staff that was responsible for running the hospital was no longer
available and the remaining staff could not possibly handle the
treatments. A masterpiece had been created and torn down with investor
incompetence and greed. The partner that had introduced me to the
Indian project and made all the financial promises disappeared.
He had cashed everything out including my share and was in hiding
in Bangalore.
The promise of the big come by my sponsors partner had been based
on his fathers other businesses. However, the global after effects
of 9/11 and a heavy Monsoon year seriously affected his export import
profits. When the time came to pay me, they backtracked. Hellfire
and torment replaced the routine blessings and they made it clear
that they wanted out of the deal and right now! This became a drain
on my reserves. The atmosphere was unbearable, and I found it too
difficult to remain with such deeply ingrained ignorance. The threats
to my life were not idle talk. I packed my bags and escaped to Bangalore.
They were infuriated at this move and retaliated by taking all my
personal goods and files containing my work from the shipped containers.
I had lost everything. But my wife, son, and I were fortunate to
escape unharmed.
My original sponsor and I opened a second Hospital with one of
the Ministers in the State in Karnataka. It was smaller in scale
and promising enough. It had a dedicated staff and was all that
was needed to continue with my research. I was out of funds and
not in a position to negotiate and had no choice but to continue
my research there.
The knowledge that I had gained was now quite substantial. With
no restrictions on the work and protocols I was happier. My original
deal was still in progress, and I learned to like Bangalore. It
was a bit more progressive, if that is possible in India. We moved
into a house close to the clinic on the outskirts of Bangalore,
and my wife and I were allowed to fill it with furnishings of our
choice and it felt like home. My dog Oshi who had been my constant
traveling companion had been rescued from the thieves who took her
in Coimbatore and I was given two bodyguards and a driver. I went
to work on establishing another ozone clinic in India. All patients
were transferred to Bangalore as the hospital in Coimbatore continued
to deteriorate. The ozone protocols had being altered and therefore
the results were poor.
The clinic in Bangalore became so busy that the staff doubled in
size in a matter of weeks. It was off to a great start. We started
processing clients with cancer, AIDS, hep C and a host of other
diseases. Experimenting with chemotherapy and radiation and then
combining it with ozone proved to be fortuitous. However, it was
necessary to hide the new approach of not giving the full course
of chemotherapy or radiation to our cancer patients and their doctors.
In fact we only used 25%. I had been introduced to this protocol
when I was in Russia. Routine protocols were making people too sick
so I figured I should cut the dose and use ozone to take away the
side effects. It was magical. There was a complete reversal of cancer.
The traces of cancer dissipated and signs of the sickness created
by these poisons died too. We celebrated and were quick to adopt
this routine with every cancer patient.
A new doctor, fresh out of medical school was hired. I spent 2
months training Dr. G with the ozone therapies. After such a short
training period he decided he was now the God of ozone and was determined
to take my job. As well he could, for by now he knew the basics
of the therapy, if not all the subtleties, so non-medical superiors
could be swayed into errors. Tensions arose. We would butt heads
at every angle and attack each other with numerous letters. His
clout as a qualified doctor was used to belittle my qualifications
and he waved the M.D. certificates around to prove it. He then took
it upon himself to change the protocols that I had instructed him
to use. It spelled disaster. The patients started to get sicker
and some died as a result. His belligerence escalated and my pleas
fell on deaf ears. My partner refused to heed the warnings. It was
time for me to cut my losses, leave India and go back to Canada.
Being an expert in drug therapy training and with credentials behind
you does not mean you know ozone. In fact, you must re-learn most
of the way you think to understand it. And this doctor was not good
in the thinking department.
I had been beaten by a continual stream of corruption, and I was
completely worn out with the stress. Trying to go after the people
in Coimbatore was fruitless. I was sure to win in court but which
cop in his right mind would serve the papers? When I found one to
help me he was paid off so fast that it would make your head spin.
Besides, I was continually harassed by the authorities and the parties
in Coimbatore and they would bombard the government and police with
complaints that had to be verified. It was a lost cause. This was
not my country. It was the Wild West, all over again, where anything
goes and influence and money rule.
I resigned my post. It was better to come out with nothing than
to stay and face ridicule, lies and harassment. I had decided that
I would bring my knowledge to my adopted country Canada and share
my research with the people using ozone.
I formed a plan. A gentleman from the United States was suffering
from HIV and I proceeded to work on his condition. I had three weeks
to treat him before I was to leave. Could it be done? A little tricky,
but possible. We attacked this poor guy with everything we had.
He was on RHP ozone about three times a week and other treatments
for most of the day. He was exhausted after the three weeks but
went back to the States in good shape.
It was quite the exodus out of India as we had to get clearance
to leave and this was a big problem in itself. I had made friends
in high places and they worked it so clearance was given, but we
were not out of the woods yet. We had to go through Bombay! Luckily
I made friends with a Police Chief in Bangalore and he escorted
us to the airport and handed us to the security chief who took us
through the security checks without any interference.
When we landed in Bombay we were met by two intelligence officers
and escorted to the plane right through security again. The plane
lifted of the tarmac and so did the ton of weight on my shoulders.
We landed in Dubai, I called my Police Chief friend and he told
me the tale that people were looking for me at the airport in Bombay
two hours after my departure. I thanked God that my wife, son, and
I were out of the Third World.
Since my departure, the clinic in Bangalore has also closed due
to mismanagement. It would seem that all those years were a waste
for me in financial and emotional terms. However, a wealth of experience
and research came out of it all. The experience I gained in setting
up new clinics and hospitals has been is invaluable. I still hold
the contracts, bounced checks, certificates, reports and a few studies
from my life abroad. Phone calls and promises from former partners
still try to woo me into better business deals.
After my 2 years of intense training of doctors in India and the
surrounding countries, experimentation and research with the ozone
modalities, I am proud to say I accomplished many miracles in the
clinics and hospital. Currently, only minor research with ozone
therapies is being conducted with those countries.
I am now in Canada with my beautiful wife and my plenty baby, a
beautiful, healthy, ozone child. We are all breathing the air of
freedom.
The man with the HIV that left India the same time as me has been
tested twice. The US hospital thought they had made a mistake when
the tests proved he was negative. As of this date he is still sero-converted.
If you or your practitioner is interested in learning more about
the RHP technology or the advanced use of ozone, please contact
me at: mailto:%20peter@ozoneuniversity.com I look forward to your
inquiries. Peter Jovan.
Ozone works - this is a scientific fact. If we could only remove
human ego from the equations we would leap ahead in removing unnecessary
settings on a mass scene and be able to save millions of lives.
References
To My Story
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