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Here is a message we received from a gentleman in Texas:

For the past several years I have felt myself slipping down the slippery slope (I’ll be 81 in August) because of a slue of chronic health problems. When you and I spoke last (at the time I ordered the Eagle Guardian from you) I said that after I received the Guardian I would let you know how I felt it was working for me, if and when I had anything to report.

I spent the first few days familiarizing myself with the written material that came with it and then started to slowly become comfortable with the three Modes of its basic operation. Much to my surprise, I began almost immediately to feel myself scrambling back to a greater consciousness of being more alive. After recording my bio-energetic frequency signature I began to also imprint some of my acute pains (in my lower back, neck, hands, feet, etc.) the pains in a short time seemed to become much less severe.

So far, with each passing day, I feel I’m making some rather rapid gains back up that slippery slope. I feel younger with each passing day. My mental alertness and energy level is much better than it used to be. I’m able to work outside in my yard for much longer stretches without becoming tired and I don’t look forward to a nap after lunch like I used to … so I often just skip it now.

For more information, see elsewhere in this site. Then call with questions
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Footbath Magazine tells you all about the energizing footbath that is revitalizing so many users. In it, you will learn how regular sessions give you more energy, the science behind it, how to choose one and use one and some of the misinformation some competitors employ. For instance, despite the dramatic change in the water color, nothing goes out of your feet. Energy goes in. Don’t buy until you read it. For a copy of Footbath, send $5, including postage and handling, to P. O. Box 580503, Houston, TX 77258-0503.  Please include your phone number.
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A man in upstate New York writes to tell us about his use of the Eagle Research Guardian. See below for other such examples and click on Health for more:

“I was just getting over a case of food poisoning and was left with heartburn—worse than I’d ever had.  It was then I received and tried the Guardian.  Literally within seconds (I could actually feel something happening in my body) the heartburn went away and never returned.  Not only that, for about six months, I’d cough for the first half-hour after waking up every morning—a deep cough with lots of phlegm.  It was driving my wife nuts.  The doctors couldn’t find anything wrong.  But after a few days of using the Guardian, the cough virtually stopped all together. What a relief—and what a marvelous invention.”
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Hi, Mr. Stang, I discovered you shortly before the
election at http://www.newswithviews.com.  Thank you so much
for your in-depth reporting and writing.  I never
realized how bad Fox News was until the issue of
Obama’s eligibility came up and they refused to report
it.

Recently I have been listening to your radio program
instead of Rush Limbaugh, whom I had listened to for
five years steadily.

S.
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Here are a couple of brief reviews of my new book, Why Women Are So Crazy: Not In Their Place.

Physician: Thank you for autographing your latest book for me.  I read it from cover to cover last night and thoroughly enjoyed doing so (the beginning made me laugh harder than I have done in quite a long time).

Sane Woman: Thank you for your speedy delivery of your most excellent book.  I was delighted to get it this past Friday, a record speed in delivery time.  I am enjoying it immensely. When is part 2 coming out.  Sane women need all the ammunition we can get!!
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A gentleman in Pennsylvania writes as follows:

Hello Alan.
On 1-12-09 I had a double foot operation to remove some large bone spurs from my heels. I applied the Guardian probe directly to each of the 2.5” long incisions once daily. After 4 weeks the incisions are healed with no swelling or discoloration (difficult to even locate unless you are looking for them). I was shooting baskets yesterday with only a slight bit of tendon stiffness remaining.

While applying the guarding to my heels, I also used it on my left knee which was operated on a year ago and was still stiff. My flexibility of that knee has improved noticeably. 
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Here is a message we have just received from a lady in Holland about the Eagle Research Guardian:

I believe I am now seeing results with Guardian! I had been using it three weeks and noticed nothing. But I realised I must persevere; after all, I was only using it once daily. Then blood tests showed a sharp rise in CRP (bacterial infection rate in blood), my sugars were high and I still had virus (was in bed almost a month with it!).

I could hardly believe it; no one could.

Please click on Health for more information. Questions? Call or email.
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And another from a man in the United States: “I just wanted to give you an update on how the “Guardian” is performing.  So far,I have noticed a reduction in my prostatitis.  The prostate seems to be shrinking, because, the urinary flow is improving.  I have been using the disk on my abdomen to achieve this success.  Also, the swelling in my legs appear to be getting better; I have had this problem for at least three years or so and it seems to be getting back to normal.  As of this writing, I’m noticing very little swelling in my legs as opposed to before I started using the Guardian.”
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“If you aren’t paranoid these days, you’re crazy.”

“The dead don’t testify.”

“If you didn’t do it yourself, you are not guilty and should feel no guilt.”

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This is the place to find information about the remarkable frequency technology—including pictures of the frequency instruments—I write about in Electronic Medicine, along with the testimony of people who report what it has done for them. There are before and after pictures of Cindy, the horse who had a tumor so big it blinded one eye. Cindy had no medical treatment but used the Guardian and soon returned to normal.

There is a discussion of the Aqua-Chi footbath, which we recommend, because many people say it has helped them detoxify. And you will find the facts about a coffee that is remarkably delicious, but contains no acid and next to no caffeine. To order the books, simply click on STORE above. Then scroll down to the book you want. To order the Eagle technology, click on STORE, then, at the top, click on Eagle Research llc, and scroll down to the unit you want.

Here is a typical message we recently received from someone who is using the Guardian: “I just want to thank you for the wonderful Guardian Machine.  I had By-Pass Surgery February 27, 2007, and we just bought your Guardian Machine in January of this year.  I can tell you that it has already helped my breathing and my energy level is increasing everyday.  It is a wonderful invention.  Xxx’s mom has pancreatic cancer, we started doing her 3 times a day.  Before, we started the treatments she was dying, she was throwing up and had diarrhea and she was not eating.  Now she is not throwing up and she is eating again.  She is now walking around a little each day.  We can tell you that your machine works.

We listen to Coast to Coast everyday, we are sending an E-Mail to George requesting him to get you on his show.  We feel like his audience should hear what you have to say and sell.  It’s a miracle. Thank you so very much.  You are an Angel.  God bless you and your family.”
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Sunday, July 19, 2009

Why We Shall Win: How I Know

First there was Paul Potts. Even his name was prosaic, mundane. In America he would have been called Joe Shmo from Kokomo. When he walked out on stage in nearly dead England, viewers smirked. He was overweight and flabby, his manner diffident. He would have made a Savile Row suit look like a sack. He needed dental work. His job was selling mobile phones. Would you believe he hails from a place called Fishponds? I was watching because many email mentions of his name had inspired my curiosity. What on earth could this archetypical nerd do?

The smirks became groans when he told the Britain’s Got Talent panel he wanted to sing grand opera. His presence onstage was contradiction enough; now he had made it preposterous. Britain’s Got Talent, like its U.S. counterpart, “American Idol,” is the sanitized Anglo-Saxon version of the old Roman Colosseum, where competitors incapable of embarrassment offer themselves to be slain.

He named the aria he would do now: “Nessun Dorma.” No! “Nessun Dorma” is my favorite aria. I don’t know why. Maybe its electronic frequencies are sympathetic to my own. Whenever I hear it, an exquisite chill along my spine makes me shiver. What would this nerd do to it?

The music began. I cringed. Mobile phone salesman Paul Potts began to sing. And in an instant Paul Potts became Placido Domingo, tall, handsome, completely assured, and, most important, singing the beloved aria sublimely. The usual chill was shivering my spine. Surely this was a species of miracle and by now you know the rest of the story. Paolo Potts has become an international star.

Now here comes Susan Boyle, a name as prosaic as a number, as pedestrian as Paul Potts, like everything else about her. (Apologies to the rest of the empire’s Susan Boyles.) The poor lady lives alone with her cat. She is 47 “and that’s just one side of me,” but has never been kissed, maybe because her hair looked like what you use to scour a pan. The Salvation Army would have refused to sell her ensemble.

We do not need to belabor the rest of her appearance. The stout English words “frump” and “dowdy” suffice. So she was the female version of Paul, and vice versa. Like his, her lost figure was never coming back. Interviewed before she sang, she bumbled, tongue tied, like Paul. English eyeballs were rolling throughout the hall.

Susan said she wanted to be as successful as Elaine Paige. I had never heard of the lady. The even faster rolling eyeballs told me that she must be a super star. (Research reveals her to be exactly that.) Susan said she would sing “I Dreamed a Dream” from “Les Miserables.” But that song is a show stopper, requiring considerable expertise. If you don’t stop the show with it, you fail.

Many years ago, in the mists of antiquity, before most still living members of our species were born, I wrote a show at NBC in New York and routinely received tickets to Broadway opening nights. I was there at seventh row center when Pat Suzuki stopped the premiere of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Flower Drum Song” with her version of “I Enjoy Being a Girl.” In today’s corrosive atmosphere of belligerent lesbianism, would you believe that a New York audience would stop the show and give a standing ovation to a rendition of a song with such a title? It happened. I was there.

Now, Susan Boyle, who has never been kissed, was saying in effect that she would do something similar in dying England, where Britain’s Got Talent but little else. But by now, the audience was united against her. Who did this uppity twit think she was? Elaine Paige, indeed! The music started. Susan Boyle opened her mouth. Now the crowd would administer her comeuppance. She would fall on her face.

You saw what happened along with tens of millions of equally astounded You Tubers. In that magical moment, never been kissed Susan Boyle became Ethel Merman, the “Merm,” became Edith Piaf, for whom fifty million Frenchmen would happily have died; went nose to nose with gorgeous Elaine Paige. Susan Boyle “laid them in the aisles.” Had there been a show to stop, it would have stopped. In those few minutes she turned the audience completely around.

Piers Morgan, one of the panelists, said he was “stunned” and had never heard anything like it in three years on the show. Amanda Holden’s eyes were as big as easy over eggs. Her mouth fell open. I could see all the way back to her molars. Of course, Simon Cowell, ever the smart Alec, said he had expected something extraordinary and was right as usual.

In the beginning, of course, there was Rocky. Remember? A club fighter, a palooka, chosen by the Heavyweight Champion of the World to fight him merely because of his preposterous name. The “Italian Stallion?” A man who doesn’t know the difference between condoms and condominiums? You’re kidding, right? You seriously think you can get into the ring with the undisputed, the undefeated Apollo Creed, the one, the only Master of Disaster?

It was to be a public relations masterpiece Creed had concocted. He would give a local boy the American Dream. It would take place on Independence Day in Philadelphia, the birth place of the nation. Creed would enter the arena wearing a Yankee Doodle suit. He would carry the Stallion a few rounds, give the fans a good enough show and then put him away. Remember? We are talking about “Rocky I” and “II,” among the greatest movies ever made. So where am I going with all this?

God. God created Creation for His pleasure. How do we know that? Scripture. That is what it says. God has an exquisitely subtle sense of humor. He takes pleasure in astounding His creation. What is the theme that binds all my examples together? Remember, Piers Morgan says he was “stunned.” Something had happened that couldn’t happen, that defied the laws of physics. Any occurrence that defies the laws of physics is by definition a miracle.

Yes, Paolo and Susan are great voices. But there are other great voices. Had Placido Domingo and Elaine Paige walked on stage instead, we would have enjoyed their performances thoroughly, but we would not have been surprised. We would have expected them to be great. What stunned the world here was the momentary cancellation of physical laws. Who can cancel physical laws?

God erupts at the most unlikely times in the most unlikely places. Scripture tells of many times He temporarily suspended His own rules, the laws of physics. I believe that however bad it gets, He will do so again. However much dictatorship we suffer, He will confound it for His pleasure. Why? Because He can, because He is a God of endless, overwhelming, inexhaustible power. Please do not mistake me. I do not subscribe to a Pollyanna prediction that He will preserve us from discomfort.

To see what could easily happen, read, for instance, Tortured For Christ, by Rumanian pastor Richard Wurmbrand. God will not preserve us from discomfort, but, when it pleases Him, He will shake the Obamatron suppuration like dust from His shoes. But first we may have to spend a season in H-e-c-k that many will not survive.

For those who have ears to hear and eyes to see, God erupts in many ways that are apparent. For instance, I do not believe a thing like Beethoven could have happened by itself, by accident. The only sensible explanation for something like the Eroica, the Emperor and the rest is that God intervened, because Beethoven is the voice of God speaking through a man, which God sometimes elects to do. To underline His authorship, the Lord invoked His sense of humor by making Ludwig deaf.

Notice that the critics, the phony intellectuals, the worshippers of man have always disdained Rocky, a disdain compounded by his annoying habit of falling to his knees in prayer before the fight. I awaited such an expression concerning handsome Paolo Potts and the beautiful Miss Boyle.

And, sure enough, here comes the always reliable Slime magazine: “Ugly duckling stories really do not get any better than this. And Britain’s Got Talent milked them for all they were worth, cutting away to eye rolls and snickering by the audience and judges before the two wow-inducing performances. (Eye rolls and snickering, of course, can be taped at any time and edited in later, but never mind.) . . .”

Paolo and Susan tried and failed, tried and failed. Slime (Time) makes a point of the fact that they were not entirely untutored and untested, as if that obvious fact dilutes the effect. The story apparently would be unblemished for Slime only had they sprung fully matured from the temple of Zeus. Of course, Slime must be cautious in its disdain, because these new super stars are so well liked.

Of course they had some training and experience! That was obvious. So what? Without those things, their performances would have been impossible. Try it some time. To the normal mind, they enhance the story, along with Paul’s major bicycle accident and the fact that Susan had to care for her aging parents. She is an observant Catholic. Thank God she didn’t do a Rocky before her song. Would they have kicked her out?

Why are the phony intellectuals so disdainful? Why, for instance, do they still hate Rocky so much? Because Rocky and the others are what the twisted media publicly claim to revere but do not: individuals, mold breakers who rise up from the bottom and circumvent the orthodox, akin to scientific and inventive geniuses who lack academic credentials, not members of the tidy little group of approved Pharisees.

For such adventurers, today’s zombie “liberals” experience a visceral disgust. Raised in Communist schools to worship government, they do descend, as they say themselves, from monkeys – look at Ted Kennedy – unlike the rest of us, yet they worship themselves as gods. You want roller coaster terrifying? Imagine, say, Whoopi Goldberg worshipping herself, a monkey descendant worshipping a monkey.

But always, despite the horror satanic men have made of things, the spirit hovers, waiting, watching; God, total power, serene, inexhaustible, overwhelming power, preparing to confound them for His pleasure.

Rejoice! He rises!