..."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. Those
interested in using his services or helping in anyway can get in touch with him
via email at:
peter@ozoneuniversity.com or 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 "RHP".
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)
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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:
peter@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.
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