The Magic of Castor Oil Packs
‘Palms of Christ’ have healing powers, known to the Pharaohs
Cultivating castor oil consciousness, with the help of medical mystic Edgar Cayce
The real doctor is you
In the bleak end-of-winter days of March 2013, I found myself reporting a story from a barge on the Mississippi River. The barge was parked near President’s Island, a forlorn peninsula in southwest Memphis blighted by chemical plants and agribusiness operations, where great drifts of garbage accumulate after heavy rains. As we bumped along over the filthy water in a speedboat, my guide pointed out an oil refinery here, a cement factory there, a Cargill corn processing facility on that bank, a coal-fired power plant on another. I noticed that my lungs had begun to burn. The air, which smelled of acrid chemicals and fermented cereal grains, was a toxic soup the likes of which I had never encountered or inhaled. But I wasn’t going to be a baby, so I ignored the searing sensation in my chest. And then, adding insult to injury, a passenger with a respiratory flu joined our group. Armed with my personal travel apothecary, I held out admirably while the hale, ruddy barge people dropped like …
