Diseases that cannot be cured by any other methods than by going back to the source and cause of such troubles. Discontinue to break Natures Laws in the manner indicated and incurable disease become non- existent. WE shall thus learn the importance of going to the source and cause of each and every disease, and that the importance lays with the cause not with the name it is known by.

To continue under the above heading, among other disabilities I doubtless may have inherited, was the fact that from birth I had been a bundle of nerves, and this trouble did not improve as I grew older, which proved to be more than a small handicap, it did not fit in with my mothers business abilities or her earnest endeavours to make the world a better place to live in. Further, although I was more or less earning my living with my pen I could not hold a pen in my hand without feeling and seeing it tremble.

About that time also I was refused by three different Insurance Companies. The “Doctors informing me that I had strained the main artery of my heart”, and as I new nothing of having done anything to cause such a condition, I was informed that doubtless it was done at birth. About the same time, about fifty years ago, I was told by a friend that I was suffering from indigestion, which I strongly disputed.

Having given me reasons for his belief, among others being that I was suffering from indigestion brought about through the tea I drank, he finished up by saying, there is not reason to believe what I say, but try it by giving up tea for a fortnight and your handshaking trouble will have disappeared.

I followed his advice for fourteen days only, but the improvement my friend indicated would result, was fully attained. I still had no wish to give up tea drinking permanently and accordingly played with it for a few days which resulted in my not being able to deceive myself any longer that tea was other than a poison for me. I gave up its use entirely and shortly after I gave up coffee in like manner and for the same reason.

They were prohibited things placed with alcohol, the most stimulating of liquids, and beef and mutton with other flesh foods, the most stimulating of solids, with the result that I soon ceased to know that I had a heart,m not even when I ran upstairs, and I was accepted as a first-class life by three different Insurance Companies, knowing that I had previously been refused by each. I have since lived to draw the insurance money from one and all.

This convinced me, if there was any necessity, that if one works with Nature and obeys her laws, we inherit little good or bad, beyond tendencies, from our forebears and such tendencies are under our control, to say the least, should be.

In placing these arguments before many people who might greatly benefit by putting them into practice, to provide excuses they trot out all kids of arguments, in fact, we all like to find some excuse for the unwise things we do, If it is a cold they have and a short fast is recommended, they tell us that we “should feed a cold and starve a fever”. when it is pointed out that this is not the correct rendering of the instruction, the right reading being, “If you feed a cold, you will have to starve a fever”. before very long.

When suffering from catarrh of the stomach and they are told to substitute for the many foods they have been eating, Nuto Cream Soup and Granarg Biscuits only, eaten dry with the soup, not in it, until their trouble ceases, they express doubts and, when told “that these have never known to fail”, reply, “Yes, but what is one mans meat is another mans poison,” The answer being, “Yes, but what has been taken for one mans meat has often, sooner or later, proved to be the same mans poison.

Another thing the writer has learnt is that one can make great mistakes in eating and drinking, by working against Nature, quite apart from any selfish reason or the “I like it” consideration. Although the writer has lived on two meals a day for many years, and done all his drinking between meals, he has unwisely for many years done a lot of sampling between meals, in the perfecting of the hundreds of new foods introduced as substitutes for, and to take the place of, fish, fowl and dairy produce in every presentable form.

Although doubtless the extent of such sampling in any one day would not exceed in weight more than one ounce, and often not half than he overlooked that fact that all such many samples of food had to be dealt with by ones digestive organs exactly the same as a meal had to be dealt with. It would appear, however, to be such a small matter that it was not worth consideration. It was, however, keeping ones digestive organs always at work, never resting, and so contrary to Natures requirements, with the result after twenty-five years the reckoning day came, when a pain immediately followed every sample taken.

This also had a tendency to act and re-act on the nervous system, while a meal could be eaten without experiencing any such discomfort. The cause of the trouble having been made quite clear, the remedy was equally clear, do no sampling until immediately prior to meal times. The lesson learnt, however, was that the punishment for an unwise habit persisted in for twenty- five, cannot be paid for in a day.

This I think also clearly demonstrates the falsity of the argument that a certain course of action “suits me all right, I have done it for many year”. I have heard this argument advanced also as an excuse for smoking, but a very different complexion was put on the matter later, when the said smoker tried to insure his life and was informed by the Insurance Company that his application had to be refused, and to learn indirectly that this was owing to the fact that he had developed what was known as a “smokers throat”.

Perhaps I cannot do better in closing my remarks under the above heading, for this issue, than to relate something of my experience in the hands of the doctors, which has been on two occasions, owing to rather bad accidents, one cycle and one motor.

Almost every holiday up to some five and twenty years ago, I spent on the wheel over some district in England, Wales or Ireland, and I still think such holidays provide the most enjoyable and health producing results any holiday can, to say noting of the little money it costs and the knowledge of the country thus obtained. No wonder that this form of recreation has of recent years come into its own again, with the splendid roads there now are, compared with what they were.

The cycle accident came about, like most accidents, through insufficient care. I had passed so many milestone, and so many notices such as “CAUTION, this hill is dangerous”. that I had ceased to heed them, with the result that I found I was going down Red Hill, close to Bristol, at a pace I began to fear. I therefore applied the had-brake as usual, but without producing the desired result, which gave me a fright and resulted in my too hastily applying the foot-brake and is all I remembered.

The next was my wife, who had followed me down the hill, trying to bring me back to consciousness. I learnt later from her that she has had a fright by first seeing a mans bicycle lying in the middle of the road, and some yards farther on a man, who proved to be her husband, had been thrown that distance in front of his machine.

With the aid of kid farmer I was taken to a doctor some miles away, who provided the somewhat consoling news that on an average he had one or two similar accidents per week to deal with, that has taken place on Red Hill. The doctor seemed to know his job very well, in the application of bandages and stitches.

He advised that I should get home as quickly as possible and rest in bed, and get a doctor as early as possible the next day. As it was considered that he could not have given better advice, same was duly carried out.

The most sensible doctor I knew was sent for; he also did his work very well, although the advice he gave was not accepted, which was to “take some Sedlitz Powders otherwise I should be constipated”. I informed him that I had sent for him to show me the best and quickest way possible to get the damages repaired and restored to normal again, not to look after my stomach, nut if I was not progressing satisfactorily when he called the next day, I would take his advice.

When he called the next day, the first question he asked was, : well, have you next day, the first question he asked was, “Well, have you had your bowels opened?” The reply was, “Yes, three times, is that enough?” The next question was, “What have you been eating?” and when told fresh fruit, and that was all I intended eating as long as I had to stay in bed, with the added question. “How long do you consider that will be? ” I was informed not less than a month, but he thought I was quite capable of looking after my own stomach.

Needless to say, it was nearer a week than a month that I spent in bed. Things appeared to be very strange, however, for when I got up, it seemed like having to learn to walk again, and when I first got on the bike, I felt I was going over the handle-bars. I had the consolation, however, of feeling that the rest proved beneficial.

The motor accident, some ten years later, proved to be a more serious matter still. I was run into by a motor from behind, carried some yards on the bonnet of the car, dropped off and run over. I did not lose consciousness, but felt that I was going to wake up in the next world. That night and several more I spent in the hospital, feeling all the time that I should die if I stayed there for many days.

However, I did not die, but after spending the most miserable four or five days I ever spent in my life, I was carried out on a stretcher, and soon found myself in own bed, attended by the same doctor, whose cheerful voice greeted me with the words, “What, again, have I come to mend the damage, but not to look after the patients stomach?” I then felt I was not going to die, but rather to get well and that very speedily.

The last time the doctor called, some weeks later, and asked how is Mr. Cook, he was informed, “Oh, he has gone.” “Gone, what do you mean?” “Oh, he has gone to business.” “Gone to business?” was the reply. “I expected to find still in bed; he has made a wonderful recovery. I hope he has not started too soon.” The reply Mrs. Cook made was, “No, I do not think he has; he said that if you wished to see him again, he would give you a call.” This ended a food-reformers second accident.

I will close with a different picture which is none the less to the point owing to the fact that it has not been taken from either a Health Journal or a Vegetarian Paper, but from a printers house trade organ. The story runs thus:

A woman who had given a dinner party met her doctor in the street the following day. “I am sorry, doctor,” she said, “that you were unable to come to my party last night. It would have done you good to be there “It has already done me good,” he replied , tersely, “Ive just prescribed for three of your guests”.

THE more the writer learns of the cause of ill-health in its many forms, the more convinced he becomes that it is dietetic errors more than all else that bring about such troubles. It would thus appear that the Health Food Store salesman, whose business it is to sell Health Foods, is not acting in accord with his best interests, when consulted by a customer regarding what are the best foods to take for this or that complaint, after enquiry recommends his would be customer to fast rather than add to his present unwise dietary, for the best possible food may only add to his troubles and make matters worse.

If, however, the Health Food salesman is a live wire and knows his business, his aim will be to do the best he possibly can for his customer, as he knows also that in the long run he will be well repaid by the confidence he thus secures and the benefit his customer receives through his advice. The pleasure the salesman may thus receive will not be all of a financial character.

There are aspects of “Self Cures” of a personal nature that should appeal to every man and woman. We should all first do all we can ourselves in this life, prior to consulting, asking advice or seeking help from others. This applies to health matters equally with others. Doubtless many folks are becoming wiser now, owing to the advocacy of Nature Cure principles, but five and twenty years ago only a very small percentage of people who consulted doctors ever thought of first getting to the root cause of their trouble and doubtless the doctors they consulted likewise neither asked nor troubled to enquire.

It is wonderful the miracles of healing we can all bring about ourselves to the wonderful bodies of ours by thought and the application of a little common sense. We read of miracles of healing in the old book, and they are still looked upon as miracles, while far greater miracles are now being performed which were scarcely thought about when some of us were young, that are now looked upon as matters of everyday life.

Last Easter, I spent best part of a morning going over the Queen Mary, and a very instructive time it proved to be. A friend recently told me something about one of the miracles of to-day that has come to be looked upon as “common-place”, which well illustrates my point. With his wife he had spent some weeks in Canada and the U.S.A. On the way home in the Queen Mary in mid- ocean they encountered a storm, passengers being kept in their cabins, the wind being too strong to stay on deck.

Wishing to please his wife, it being her birthday, my friend asked,”Would you like to speak to Frank?” (her brother), she replied, “I should, it would be the best present I ever received.” He immediately spoke on the phone which is fixed in every cabin, asking if he could be put through to England, giving the necessary number, etc., and asked, “How long will it take to get through?” The reply was, “Only a few minutes.” The waiting time was anxiously checked and it proved to be as near as possible three minutes only, and the voice was recognized and could be heard as distinctly as it might have been if only a few miles away.

Wonderful we may still think it is, but is it a miracle greater than can be performed on these wonderful bodies of ours and has often been done by Self Cures, after finding out the reason why our earthly tabernacles do not possess a pure blood stream, and having gained this knowledge, used it to work with Nature instead of against her as we had previously been doing.

All miracles are brought about in this manner, the necessary conditions being two only, as I once heard Dr. Dallinger say, “Complete knowledge of Natures laws and implicit obedience to such laws.” These were the only miracles Dr. Dallinger was prepared to admit. “Suspension or Contravention of Natures laws” he could not admit, his contention being that the Maker of Natures laws was too wise to make laws that there was need of Him breaking, or that others could break with impunity.

Let me try to give a few simple illustrations of how this knowledge can be applied to make these bodies of ours become what we would like them to be, or to say the least, nearer to perfection. One of the troubles of the flesh I used to be subject to before and about the time I became a Vegetarian some forty- five years ago, was lumbago, both slight and severe attacks. The last was so severe that it not only gave me the worst pain I ever experienced, before or since, but it made it quite clear to me that I must never have another attack, and I never have had. What was the cause?” Bending to lace up my boots,” and this is how far the majority of sufferers used to go back for the cause.

Let us go one step farther back. “An accumulation of hardened impurities between the joints of the spine.” The stooping to lace up my boots had damaged the spine as it might damage ones foot if one attempted to walk with a pea under the sock. But one step farther back still. “Why this objectionable accumulation?” I had been taking into my system food more or less of an impure nature that had produced more waste products than the system could deal with.

This is but one of the many forms of disease caused by our bodies storing up such impurities. There are many worse, apart from the pain it may eventually occasion; take cancer as an example. Further, it should be remembered that if our bodies produce only 1/2 oz. more waste matter per day than they get rid of, the reckoning day must come sooner or later.

Next question. What was done to get rid of the trouble and ensure that there was no recurrence of the malady? First, I did not go to a doctor; I have heard since of a drug that a doctor gave a patient that so acted on the nerves that it took away the pain in a few minutes. Nothing was said about the cause or the after effects, which doubtless later troubled the patient more than the doctor. What I did do was to sit on the side of the bath within easy reach of cold water, and water as hot as I could bear it. I bathed my back for three or four minutes with the hot, and then with the cold for about a third of the time.

This treatment I continued for about half an hour. Then, thoroughly drying myself, I placed a wide belt of flannel soaked in Olive oil and well dusted with cayenne pepper, round the affected part, securely fixed in position with a warm towel and immediately retired to bed. This was repeated the next evening to make sure that all was well, which about put matters right. The object was to create circulation and so remove the accumulated impurities.

Later, on several occasions, I received notice through the warning bell mentioned in these pages recently which I heeded and more or less followed the same treatment as above, which gave the lumbago notice that there was no suitable condition for its lodgement between my brain and the end of my spine.

In addition, I changed my diet for a cleaner and purer one which tended to create a pure blood stream, exercised each morning before dressing, including the bending of back with knees and body quite stiff, and touching the floor about a dozen times with flat hands outstretched. No one who adopts this exercise regularly will ever get lumbago through “stooping to lace up their shoes”.

In closing, I will give two illustrations only of self-healing and they must be short. Only this week I picked up a hot dish that proved to be hotter than I could bear, so the dish was dropped, but not before it had burnt my hand rather badly, which proved to be very painful. I increased the pain by allowing the fire to draw out the burn by holding my hand as near the fire as possible, off and on, for about ten minutes, with the certain knowledge that this would be the end of both pain and mark; such proved to be the case.

My last illustration shall be a word of praise for pure Olive Oil, but it must be pure better than all the face creams. Rub a spot or two into rough hands before retiring and mark the effect next morning. Or use it for sore parts brought about by cycling or similar continuous usage, and unto thee shall be given a perfect skin, free from blot and blemish.

I will close with words written by the late Dr. George Black, Homoeopathic Doctor of Torquay, who was a very dear friend, and to whom I owe much, for he was a man whose very presence made vice appear a sacrilege and virtue a god, and of whose life it may be said, “he needeth not to be ashamed”:-.

“Foods from the Vegetable Kingdom are the foundation of Health, because from them pure blood is made, and pure blood means a healthy life”.

“Thus should we seek with bodies truly fed

By fruits and grains from garden and from field,

James Henry Cook
Henry W.J. Cook was born in Edinburgh in 1870, the eldest son of Dr Edmund Alleyne Cook.

Henry followed in his father's footsteps, obtaining his Bachelor of Medicine and Bachelor of Surgery from Durham in 1891. At the age of 27 he arrived in Melbourne in April 1894 aboard the Port Albert. He was registered as a medical practitioner in Victoria on 4 May 1894.

It appears that Dr Cook already believed in homœopathy, possibly because of his father's influence, as in 1895 Dr Cook took the position of Resident Surgeon of the Melbourne Homœopathic Hospital . (This position was previously held by Dr James Cook, unrelated, who resigned in March 1895). He was listed in the 1896 & 1897 editions of the Melbourne Post Office Directory as being Resident Medical Officer at the Melbourne Homœopathic Hospital, but not in the 1898 edition.

In 1901 he moved to Sale in Eastern Victoria, where he ran a practice in York Street. By 1909 his practice was at Wyndham Street, Shepparton.

By 1919 he had moved to 2 Studley Park Road, Kew, where he died on 7 May, 1923.