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Jeff Asher, the son of a longtime friend, lived with us during a good portion of his university studies. We became fast friends and have shared many experiences. His mother Jenny told me a story many years ago and then followed it up with a letter because she was so deeply involved with the Cayce work. Her experience is the kind of thing that happens to people as they come to sudden—or gradual—awareness about something they know but have not yet made real in this world by putting it into action.

“When my daughter, Jody, was twelve, the children were playing on the road. Their ball went down a sewer covered by a manhole cover. The children pried up the heavy, filthy cover but it fell down again on Jody’s bare toes. Her big toe and the next two were crushed.

“We rushed her to UCLA emergency center. An orthopedic surgeon was called in. He cleaned it up as best he could and instructed me to soak it four times a day in Epsom salt solutions and to use a Q-tip^® each time to clean around the nailbeds. She was put on antibiotics.

“Four months and three orthopedic surgeons later—one wanted to do a debriding (removing foreign matter and devitalized tissue) in the hospital, which would also shorten her toe—she was on crutches. Her toes would swell with pus every few days. She was still on antibiotics.

“I had your book on the Palma Christi. There is a case of a man who dropped a drum of tar on his foot. Cayce recommended castor oil. The man, I believe, was back in shoes and at work in a matter of weeks. But it takes a whole different brand of courage to defy doctor’s orders when it concerns your own child and not you yourself. I didn’t have the courage, at first. Finally, one Sunday afternoon, I was soaking her foot as usual and could see it was again swelling with pus. This was after four months of the trouble. It was a painful, awful mess. We had an appointment with the doctor on the next Wednesday. I decided to risk the castor oil and simply poured it on from the bottle. The toes could not have tolerated flannel or a pack. Epsom salt soaks and the Q-tip^® cleaning were stopped. Just the castor oil.

“On Wednesday, we went to the orthopedic surgeon’s office, your Palma Christi book in hand. I told Jody not to say anything to the doctor. We would wait to hear what he would say. Well, he looked at the toes and said, ‘We sure cleaned it up this time!’

“I then told him what we had done and handed him the Palma Christi book and he read that case. He handed it back to me, shook his head, and said, ‘I don’t care if it’s mud. It worked!’

“Well, Jody’s toes healed quickly after that. She never grew the nail on the large toe and the toe is a bit deformed. I am sorry I waited four months to try the castor oil. I’ll bet her nail would have grown in, too.”

There are castor oil proponents throughout the United States, and I hear from many of them. One is an owner of a clock shop, but I suspect he sells more castor oil than clocks. He had such good results himself by soaking a pair of socks in castor oil and wearing them with an old pair of shoes (his problem was aching feet) that he told a friend about his methods. His friend worked in a factory and was on his feet on the hard concrete all day long—and his feet ached, too. He didn’t say anything to his friends at that point, but his results in developing happy feet were so resounding that he told the clock-shop man that he spread the word around and “You can hear the sloshing of castor oil feet nearly everywhere in the factory.”

We learn about simple things in many ways, and the seed is planted for growth in awareness.