From God's House to You

Randolph Pinch

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The Amazing Journey of a Psychic Herbalist Dr. Randolph Pinch. I can tell you this, you may think you control your life but you don't. Destiny is where your life begins and destiny is where your life ends. Death is not the end, it is the beginning of a new journey. I died and brought back a gift to help others. Let me tell you my story.

Sujets

• Near-Death Experience
• parapsychology
• Spirituality

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• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 08 décembre 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456620707
• Langue: English

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FROM GOD’S HOUSE TO YOU
The Amazing Journey of a Psychic Herbalist
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DR. RANDOLPH PINCH

From God’s House to You
Dr. Randolph Pinch
 
Copyright 2013 Dr. Randolph Pinch
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-2070-7
 
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Dedicated to my loving wife, Karen Pinch; my mother and father, Margaret and Donald Pinch; my mother-in-law and father-in-law, Beba and Jim Koslowski; and my loving daughter, Angel Pinch.
PART I: MY STORY

INTRODUCTION
Watching him through my kitchen window, I could tell the man was in pain. He was part of the construction team working around our townhouse complex. Some of the men hefted lengths of copper pipe on their shoulders, while others carried power tools or had thick black coils of wiring wound around their arms. They were all working hard – except the fellow sitting in the back bed of a pickup truck, his legs dangling over the side. He sat hunched over, watching the ground. Whenever someone approached him, he’d glance up. He looked like he was about to cry.
My inner sense began to tingle. He was hurting, and I wanted to help him.
I moseyed outside, careful to stay out of everyone’s way, and introduced myself to the seated man. His name was Carlos, and he was head engineer on this project. He apologized for disturbing me, and told me his men were working as quietly as possible. As he talked, his reddish face was tight with pain. Perspiration dotted his forehead, even though this was a cool summer day.
Bluntly, I asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
His jaw clenched, then he blew out a breath. “I can’t believe it,” he muttered. “I’ve got shingles.”
I studied the redness on his face and nodded sympathetically. Shingles, an acute viral inflammation of the spinal and cranial nerves, can cause splotchy rashes and, in more extreme cases, blister-like eruptions accompanied by excruciating pain.
“I feel like hell,” he continued. “I’ve been to so many doctors. Specialists, naturopaths, even Chinese medicine doctors – you name it, I’ve been to them. Do you know anything that can help me a little bit?”
I nodded. “Sure, I can help you. Give me a day or so to put something together.”
He looked at me in surprise. I’m sure he thought, Who’s this guy, and what’s he know about medicine? Still, I gave him a reassuring look and after a moment, he smiled.
I went back into my house, and headed downstairs to my one-room laboratory. I consulted a book that lists Chinese herbs, as well as their North American counterparts. Then I opened my notebooks, which were filled with calculations. What would be good for shingles? I thought, as I leafed through several pages. I needed herbs with anti-inflammatory properties…
Then I closed my eyes and concentrated, centering myself, and prayed for guidance.
I visualized bromelain, a herb with anti-inflammatory properties, which can be very beneficial to people with nerve conditions. That would be the main ingredient in the supplement I was creating for Carlos. In addition, he would do well to use my chelation agent, which contains serrapeptase, a herb that can help dissolve plaque and increase circulation to inflamed areas.
I said a quick prayer of thanks, and went to work mixing ingredients.
Even though I’m a board-certified Master Herbalist, with the designation Register of Approved Herbal Medicine Practitioners, and I was trained by the Institute of Natural Healing in Somerset, England, I have a deep belief in God, and gratefully accept His help. And I always appreciate insight that comes to me from my guides and angels, and the spirit world.
Let me digress for a moment. One of the most powerful messages I ever received came to me late at night when I was working in my lab. I was trying to develop a herbal remedy for a female client who was depressed because she couldn’t seem to control her hormones.
The hormone replacement therapy drugs on the market weren’t helping her, and it saddened me to see the suffering she was going through. It affected her husband and children. I looked at the glass jars of herbs on my shelves, and I just knew the answer to her problems was somewhere before me.
So I prayed for help. And that’s when I heard the voice of God in my inner ear.
“For every disease, I created a seed.”
I thought about how true that statement was! It made so much sense. For every problem, there is also a solution. Every question we encounter in our life has an answer – all we have to do is look for it. God put everything here for us. It’s part of the natural flow – from God’s house to you.
 
Carlos must have told his wife about our conversation, because the next day, after she dropped him off at the work site, she rang my doorbell. When I opened my door, I found a vibrant young woman with thick, dark hair who was crying intensely.
She explained her husband’s difficulty, saying, “The doctors don’t understand it. His health is pretty good, but he’s got one of the worst cases of shingles they’ve ever seen. And nothing’s working for him.”
I asked her to wait a moment, then I went to get the herbal supplements I’d been working on. “Tell Carlos to take four of these pills, and drink one ounce of this chelation liquid at night, and one ounce in the morning.”
“How much do I owe you?” she asked, sobbing, as she took the container of pills, and the small bottles of fluid. She wiped her eyes with the back of a hand.
“Tell you what,” I said. “Let’s see how this works.”
After two days, I noticed Carlos was standing up and walking around. I went out to see him, and he shook my hand like a politician who wanted my vote.
“You know what?” he said vigorously. “I feel great! I still have a little pain, but all the heavy hurt is gone.”
The last time I’d seen him, Carlos couldn’t even get off of the back of his truck because he was in so much discomfort. He had to have two people pick him up. But now, he was walking with the swagger of a golfer who had just hit a hole in one.
That’s the kind of thing that I like to see, when people come to me and say, “Nobody can do anything for me. Can you help?” And I’m able to make their life easier.
Drugs do serve a certain purpose, and they are good for a lot of things. But I also believe in the power of natural medicine. Products made from organically grown herbs and plant enzymes are often just as useful – and sometimes more so – as chemical-based pharmaceuticals concocted by drug companies. Plus, herb-based products have no side effects. I’ve approached the pharmaceutical companies in an attempt to prove that the herbal remedies I’ve developed work as well as their mass-manufactured drugs, but no one’s contacted me to challenge my claims.
Knowing I can help people like Carlos – that’s like winning a million dollars to me. I love it when people say, “My medicine doesn’t seem to be working.”
My answer: “Let me show you what I can do with herbs.”
 
Someone once called me the Thomas Edison of herbs. That’s because in my more than twenty years of working with herbs, I’ve developed over 1,200 natural products, including wines, gluten-free foods and pet foods.
I’ve done it with help from the spirit world, and with knowledge I’ve gained from a lifetime of learning. I’ve also relied on something we all have – psychic intuition.
Besides being a Master Herbalist, I’m also a Doctor of Acupuncture and Chinese Medicine, and I’m certified in hypnotherapy and reflexology. I’ve treated clients with severely blocked arteries, tumours, migraines, dementia, and a host of other ills. I’ve worked with people who were HIV-positive and those dealing with chemotherapy. I can’t say I’ve cured everyone who came to me, but I’m thankful for the knowledge that I’ve been able to give people a greater quality of life.
If you read this book, you’re going to find out more on how to keep yourself physically, emotionally and spiritually healthy. I’m also going to share with you one of the greatest lessons I’ve learned: No matter how hard things get in life, you need to pick yourself up and go forward. Because when God sees you working to accomplish a goal, He helps you. The angels are all around us, and they’re also here to help. And one of the most important things I’ve learned is don’t be afraid to take chances.
I’ve had a difficult life. My parents were often violent and abusive. Death took my loving brother at an early age, robbing me of my best friend. As a young man, I was gripped by depression and once began to see suicide as the only way out of my pain. I’ve even died (but not by my own hand), and what I saw when I crossed over and who I met changed me forever.
When I see where I’ve come from, what I’ve accomplished, and where I believe I’m going – I wouldn’t change one thing about my past. I was lucky to meet all kinds of people, from Elvis Presley’s family to snake-handlers in the backwoods of Alabama. I’ve witnessed miracles in Buddhist retreats and encountered racism of the worst kind, and believe me, nothing is more terrifying than having a bigoted cop wave a gun in your face. I once owned a mansion in Las Vegas; now, I live in a modest townhouse on the outskirts of Toronto.
Pain and suffering shaped me, but I carry no anger in my heart. With God’s help, I met life’s toughest challenges and never gave up on my goals. And today, my life is filled with gifts.
Let me tell you my story….

CHAPTER 1
A Violent Beginning
I was born on May 27, 1952, in Peterborough, Canada. My parents named me after Randolph Scott – my dad loved westerns.
Like many people born under the sign of Gemini – the twins – my early life was shaped by two forces: my f