The Hudson River Syndrome

Imagine what the Hudson River was like in its’ natural state.

Where was its’ level of wellness back then? Like every other

natural creation, it was clean, pristine and in the green. It was a

healthy natural system that sustained a full spectrum of life. As

an added bonus, Nature provided it with a self-cleaning and

repair function or Natural Restorative Abilities. This self-cleaning

characteristic was crucial to the people living on her banks.

By observing the rivers self-cleaning process, people knew how

far downstream they had to be from the nearest village for the

river to clean itself. Biological materials put into the water

would dilute, dissolve and dissipate as they flowed downstream

until they were no longer detectable and the water was safe

drink. This went on for untold millennia until the industrial age

came along and things changed.

Small villages that had always been naturally spaced apart were

replaced with ever-expanding cities with large populations.

Factories were built on the banks of the Hudson and

relentlessly spewed toxic discharge into her once pristine

waters. It wasn’t long before the water was no longer fit to

drink. Toxic materials were being introduced into the system

faster than its’ Natural Restorative Abilities could process them.

Her natural ability to clean herself became overloaded. As a

result, the Hudson River became polluted. It could no longer

sustain life. This went on for a many decades. Finally, good

people realized something had to be done.

After a long fight with the powers that be, the Environmental

Protection Act was passed. Along with it, the Environmental

Protection Agency was formed. Environmental Protection

Agents were sent out to enforce the laws and over time the

toxic discharges contaminating the river were reduced. It didn’t

happen overnight but eventually the health of the Hudson River

began to improve.

When the capacity of its’ natural abilities were no longer

overloaded, the Hudson River was once again able to restore

itself. This is not a belief. This is an observable process. We can

see it happening. When the contaminants were reduced, there

was an upward movement in the Hudson’s level of wellness. It’s

not at the level it was in its’ innocence of course but significant

improvements were made. The difference is observable and

measurable. The return of the fish is a good indicator.

Catch/Cause

The Hudson River did not catch a disease. Its’ malady was

caused by people overloading its’ Natural Restorative Abilities.

They put it in faster than the river could process it. When the

amount of contaminants was lowered to within the rivers

natural capacities, it began to show improvement. When we do

our part, nature does hers.

Human Beings, like the Hudson River also possess Natural

Restorative Abilities. We commonly refer to them as our bodies

natural ability to heal itself. We like the river, were born into

this world clean, pristine and in the green. We like the

industrial age, have a tendency to overload the capacity of our

natural system with unhealthy substances. This causes a myriad

of uncomfortable symptoms. It’s important to make the

connection, the same exact principles apply.

We also have the ability to become our own Environmental

Protection Agency. As such, we can reduce the amount of

unhealthy substances being introduced into our system. When

we do this effectively, our levels of wellness improve. This is not

an abstract belief. It’s an observable and measurable natural

phenomenon based on the law of cause and effect and the

Natural Restorative Process.

My Story

Like the Hudson River, when I arrived into this world, my little

natural system was clean, pristine and in the green. This was

not an unusual event. According to the World Health

Organization, 97 1⁄2 % of all new births arrive into this world

healthy and happy. Arriving into this world in the green is one

of my many blessings.

This high level of wellness lasted many years but towards the

end of my twenties, I sensed something changing. The needle

that was once so firmly in the green started to move. The

problem was it was going the wrong way. It had started on a

gradual decline. At that time, it wasn’t too bad but I could

notice a difference. I wasn’t feeling quite as good as I had in my

younger years. Passing it off as a result of getting older I didn’t

give it much consideration.

My thirties were a challenging era in my life. During those years

I was in the middle of raising a family and along with many

blessings, my life was full of problems. The road was a bit

bumpy to say the least and I was under a great deal of stress.

Maintaining my health wasn’t even on the radar so by the time

I hit forty, the needle had dropped deeply into the red. This

didn’t feel good at all. This low level of wellness came with a

number of uncomfortable symptoms.

Digestive tract disturbances were an every-day issue. A bottle

of the pink stuff was my constant companion. My every-day life

was plagued with neck and shoulder discomfort for which I

would take the maximum dose of headache powders (four per

day, Yikes!). Blood pressure became a constant worry (Willie

Nelson said, “nothing is worse for your blood pressure than

worrying about your blood pressure.”) It would spike regularly

leaving me pale and weak.

Panic attacks would come out of nowhere to interrupt my daily

life. During the first one I believed I was having a heart-attack

and called an ambulance. My relationship with my spouse was

fraught with conflict and as a result I would suffer intense anger

episodes on a regular basis. If someone beeped at me in traffic

it was likely I would become temporarily insane with road-rage.

In this psychotic state, there was no telling what I might do.

At the age of forty-three, I was in crisis. Overall I felt terrible. As

my condition became worse, I started thinking about going to

the doctor. Going to the doctor had always been a last resort

but this seemed to be the time. Believing I was sick, an

appointment was made.

Tale of 3 doctors

The first doctor was a no-nonsense type of person. He was all

business and didn’t seem to understand the concept of bedside

manner. He looked me over, ran some tests and called a few

days later with the bad news. “There’s nothing wrong with you”

he said in somewhat of an arrogant tone. I tried to ask

questions but was abruptly dismissed. He seemed to have zero

tolerance for anyone questioning his diagnosis. Dissatisfied

with the experience, I decided to get a second opinion.

The second doctor was similar to the first except he was a bit

more personable. “We couldn’t find anything wrong with you”

he said. “Your tests came back ok and there’s no sign of any

clinical disease”. “Without a clinical disease to treat, there’s

really nothing else we can do for you”. We said our goodbyes

and that was it.

This was confusing. How can I feel so terrible and there not be

anything wrong? Desperation was setting in. Am I going to feel

like this for the rest of my life? Figuring there was nothing to

lose I thought, “what the hell, let’s give the doctor thing one

more shot”. “Either third times a charm or three strikes and I’m

out”. Doctor number three was different (thank goodness).

Doctors one and two had modern offices in big medical complexes.

Doctor three had a well-seasoned stand-alone building with a

parking lot full of shade trees. Walking into his office I was

reminded of Archie Bunkers living room from the seventies sit-

com “All in the family”. After filling out the paperwork, I took a

seat in the waiting area and was entertained by the idea that

maybe Edith would come out and ask me if I wanted a

sandwich. After a few minutes the nurse called my name and

led me into an examination room.

Before long there was a knock on the door. A tall distinguished

looking gentleman who appeared to be in his late fifties

entered the room. He introduced himself and began his

examination. Like doctors one and two he looked me over and

ran some tests. Unlike them he asked me a number of

questions about my every-day life. When he was finished, he

asked me to wait and left the room. After a few minutes,

another knock.

He walked in, took somewhat of a Spartan battle-stance,

looked me straight in the eye and said, “Son, there’s no pill for

what’s ailing you, your problem is your lifestyle”. (At the time I

wasn’t even sure what the word lifestyle meant. Eventually I

figured out it referred to what we do regularly in our every-day

life) Before I had a chance to respond, he continued. “We

couldn’t find anything clinically wrong with you and judging

from the last two sets you’ve already had taken we expect your

tests to come back ok”.

“When we get over forty, things start going downhill pretty

quickly if we don’t take care of ourselves”. “That’s your

problem. You haven’t been taking very good care of yourself”.

“You’re forty-three years old, smoke a pack and a half of

cigarettes every day, eat way too much junk food, get zero

exercise and have tons of stress”. “This is why you’re not

feeling well”.

When he saw I was listening, he leaned in a bit closer and

lowered his voice as if he was about to divulge some type of

classified information. He said softly but in a serious tone, “It’s

not a pill but here is my prescription”. “Quit smoking those

damned cigarettes, eat some fresh food, get some regular

exercise and figure a way to cut down on the stress, if you do

these things, you’ll start feeling better”. I thanked him and we

parted ways.

As I made my way out into the shady parking lot, the thought

flashed into my mind. WTF! Did he say “no pill?” To be truthful,

this is not what I wanted to hear. I wanted a pill but what he

said made sense. It had a ring of truth to it. Finally, the truth

began to sink in. This led me to conclude that if I was ever going

to feel better, I had to make some lifestyle changes. (Dang it!)

“The definition of insanity is doing the same things over and

over and expecting a different outcome”.

Albert Einstein

I came to think of his words to be like a T-bag. They were

freeze-dried in a little bag and needed to be dunked. One dunk

didn’t do much but with regular dunking, the substance of their

meaning began to emerge. With the good doctors’ prescription

to guide me and a dogged-determination to feel better, I began

to apply the information. (Information is inert until it is applied)

It was hard but I quit the cigarettes cold turkey. Instead of a

number four with a soda from the drive-thru, I started making

my own breakfast every day with fresh ingredients. An old

bicycle was excavated from the junk-pile out on the porch and

with an air pump and a squirt of WD-40 the rubber hit the road.

In addition to doing these things on a regular basis, I got in the

habit of drinking a lot of water. Can you guess what happened?

If you said Bob started to feel better, you are correct of course.

It makes sense doesn’t it? It was only a few days before I began

feeling a difference. After a few weeks, the chronic physical

symptoms from which I had suffered for years began to ease

and eventually cleared-up completely. Just as the good doctor

predicted, these lifestyle changes caused a measurable effect

on my level of health and viola, I started feeling better.

As my physical health improved, I started to notice my mental,

emotional or psychological health (my happiness) was not.

There was a sense of accomplishment having made progress

with my physical symptoms but overall, my level of happiness

had not changed. It was still in the red. This is when I started

seeing the difference between my physical body and what I

have come to know as my energy body.

Before this experience, they weren’t separated in my mind. You

could say they were mixed-up or confused. This experience

helped to get them sorted-out. It provided me with a measure

of objectivity.

The lifestyle changes I made caused a significant upward

movement on my physical health but had little effect on my

happiness. The good doctor was specific with his advice on how

to clear-up my physical health but spoke in general terms when

it came to my happiness. He simply recommended, “figure a

way to cut down on the stress”.

The question became how. How do I reduce the stress in my

every-day life? How do I lighten the load on my energy body

the was the way I lightened the load on my physical body?

There was a practical method that when applied caused the

natural restoration of my physical health. Is there a practical

method that when applied will cause the natural restoration of

my energy health? The answer is yes. It’s called the Solvation

Method. It’s about reducing the stress on our energy body by

solving our every-day problems.

Solvation goes beyond theory (theory only takes us so far). It

provides a practical, cause and effect-based method and gives

real-life examples of how it was applied in my own life. Using

this method, I was able to reduce the stress on my system and

cause a significant rise in my level of happiness. Now both my

health and happiness levels are firmly in the green.

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