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01/11/2026

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Benjamin Franklin was sent to investigate a miracle healer who could cure disease with invisible forces.
What he discovered changed science forever.
Paris, 1784. The city was obsessed with a German physician named Franz Mesmer who claimed he could cure anything—paralysis, blindness, seizures, chronic pain—using an invisible force he called "animal magnetism."
Mesmer's treatments were theatrical spectacles. Patients sat in dimly lit rooms around a wooden tub filled with water, iron filings, and glass bottles. Iron rods protruded from the tub. Patients would grasp the rods while Mesmer, dressed in flowing silk robes, moved among them, waving his hands, staring intensely into their eyes, and speaking in low, commanding tones.
And then something extraordinary happened.
Patients would fall into trance-like states. They'd convulse. They'd cry out. They'd report feeling waves of energy flowing through their bodies. Some would collapse unconscious. Others would claim instant healing from ailments they'd suffered for years.
Women especially seemed susceptible to Mesmer's treatments—which led to whispered scandals about what exactly was happening in those darkened rooms when the doctor placed his hands on female patients and stared deeply into their eyes.
But scandal or not, people kept coming. Because people kept getting better.
Or so they claimed.
Mesmer hadn't always been so theatrical. When he'd first developed his theory of "animal magnetism" in the 1770s, he'd used actual magnets—believing he could manipulate an invisible fluid-like force flowing through all living things, restoring balance and curing disease.
Then he realized he didn't need the magnets at all. He could achieve the same results with just his voice, his hands, his eyes. The "magnetic force" wasn't in the magnets. It was in him.
He became convinced he possessed a special power—that he was a conduit for this universal energy.
The Vienna medical establishment thought he was either a fraud or insane. They ostracized him. So Mesmer moved to Paris in 1778, where he became an overnight sensation.
Parisian high society couldn't get enough. Mesmer's waiting list stretched for months. Other practitioners adopted his methods, calling themselves "magnetizers" and later "mesmerists." Clinics opened across the city.
But the French scientific and medical communities were skeptical. They'd seen plenty of miracle cures come and go. Mesmer's claims sounded like mystical nonsense.
Yet his patients swore by him. Testimony after testimony described impossible healings. Were all these people lying? Delusional? Or was there something real happening?
King Louis XVI decided to settle the matter once and for all.
In 1784, he assembled a royal commission to investigate mesmerism scientifically. The panel included some of the greatest minds in France—and one very famous American.
Benjamin Franklin was 78 years old, serving as American ambassador to France. He was also a scientist, inventor, and one of the Enlightenment's leading voices for rational inquiry over superstition.
Joining him was Antoine Lavoisier—the father of modern chemistry, the man who'd discovered oxygen and revolutionized scientific understanding of combustion and chemical reactions.
Also on the commission: Jean Sylvain Bailly (astronomer), Joseph-Ignace Guillotin (physician who'd later lend his name to the ex*****on device), and several other prominent scientists and doctors.
Their task: determine if animal magnetism was real.
The commission watched Mesmer's treatments. They observed the trances, the convulsions, the dramatic healings. Impressive theater, certainly. But was it medicine?
Then they did something revolutionary.
They designed experiments to test whether the "magnetic force" actually existed—or whether patients were responding to something else entirely.
In what may have been the first blind trial in scientific history, they had subjects tested without knowing whether they were actually being "magnetized" or not.
A mesmerist would stand behind a door, supposedly directing magnetic forces at a subject on the other side. The subject, not knowing if the magnetizer was actually there, would report feeling the effects—even when nobody was behind the door at all.
Trees were "magnetized" and subjects told which ones. They'd feel powerful effects from trees that hadn't been magnetized—and nothing from trees that had.
Patients were blindfolded and told they were being magnetized when they weren't. They'd respond dramatically. Then they'd be actually magnetized without being told—and feel nothing.
The pattern was unmistakable. Patients responded when they believed they were being magnetized—regardless of whether anything was actually being done to them.
The commission published its findings later in 1784.
There was no scientific evidence for "animal magnetism." It didn't exist. The invisible fluid flowing through all things was imaginary.
But something real was happening. Patients were responding—genuinely responding—to their own expectations, imagination, and the power of suggestion.
The commission had just documented what would later be called the placebo effect. They'd proven scientifically that belief alone could produce real physiological responses—that the mind could affect the body in measurable ways, even without any actual medical intervention.
This was revolutionary. Not because it vindicated Mesmer—it didn't. But because it revealed something profound about human psychology and the healing process.
Mesmer was furious. He denounced the commission as biased, corrupt, closed-minded. His followers rallied to his defense, pointing to all the people who'd been healed.
But the damage was done. The craze began to fade.
Mesmer left France and resumed practicing in Switzerland. Eventually, he returned to the German state of Baden, where he died in 1815 at age 80—largely forgotten, his grand theory discredited.
But "mesmerism" didn't completely die.
It lingered throughout the 19th century, experiencing periodic revivals. In the 1840s and 1850s, mesmerist shows were wildly popular in America—traveling performers would put volunteers into trances and have them perform stunts on stage.
Medical researchers, meanwhile, had noticed something useful: those trance states Mesmer induced were real, even if animal magnetism wasn't. Patients in those states really did become unresponsive to pain. Really did become highly suggestible.
By the late 1800s, scientists had refined these techniques into what we now call hypnosis—stripping away Mesmer's mystical theories while keeping the practical therapeutic applications.
Today, hypnotherapy is a legitimate medical tool used for pain management, anxiety treatment, and breaking habits. It's not magic. It's not mysterious cosmic energy. It's the power of focused attention and suggestion—the same power Mesmer stumbled upon while waving his hands in darkened rooms.
And we still use his name. When something captures our complete attention, when we're utterly transfixed and absorbed, we say we're "mesmerized."
Every time you use that word, you're referencing an 18th-century German doctor who convinced himself he could channel invisible cosmic forces—and accidentally helped pioneer the scientific study of the placebo effect and the power of the mind over the body.
The 1784 royal commission didn't just debunk a quack. It established a template for how to investigate extraordinary claims scientifically. It showed how to design experiments that could separate real effects from imagined ones.
Franklin and Lavoisier didn't just prove Mesmer wrong. They demonstrated how science should work—with controlled experiments, blind trials, and reproducible results.
And they revealed something Mesmer never understood: he wascreating real effects in his patients. Just not the ones he thought.
The invisible force wasn't flowing from him to them. It was flowing from their minds to their bodies—from belief to experience, from expectation to reality.
Mesmer thought he'd discovered a cosmic energy. What he'd actually discovered was the power of the human mind to heal and harm itself through belief alone.
That turned out to be far more interesting—and far more useful—than animal magnetism ever could have been.
So the next time something leaves you utterly mesmerized, remember: you're experiencing a trace of that same mental power that convinced 18th-century Parisians they were being healed by invisible fluids flowing through magnetic rods.
The power was real. The theory was nonsense. But the word survived.
And so did the lesson: extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. Even when the patients swear it works. Even when the healer believes in their own powers.
Especially then.
Benjamin Franklin helped prove that in 1784. And we've been applying that principle ever since.

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12/12/2025

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Everyone wants to heal until the medicine arrives in the form of discipline.

People crave transformation but refuse the part that hurts. They want peace without sacrifice, strength without struggle, change without responsibility.

Healing sounds poetic until it asks you to wake up earlier, set boundaries, cut toxic habits, confront your flaws, and stop choosing the same pain in a different disguise.

Most people run from that. They call it “too much” or “not the right time.” Truth is, they just do not want to face themselves. Healing is not a soft journey. It is a war inside your own mind. It demands discomfort, honesty, consistency and the courage to let go of who you were.

But here is the beauty. The moment you stop expecting healing to feel good is the moment it finally starts working. Discipline rewires you. It sharpens you. It builds a version of you that your old self was never capable of becoming.

If you accept this, you stop waiting for the perfect moment and start creating it. You stop hoping for growth and start earning it. Healing is not magic; it is daily work. And every time you choose discipline over comfort, you take one step closer to the life you keep praying for.

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The perciverence of the mind can overcome many precieved obstacles in life.  https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1BjG1JooWG...
12/10/2025

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In 1942, a dentist from Iowa named Albert Brown was nearly 40 years old when he found himself marching toward what seemed like certain death. He was older than most of the men around him—thousands of American and Filipino soldiers, exhausted, starving, barely able to stand. The Japanese had just captured them after the fall of Bataan in the Philippines, and now they were being forced to walk 65 miles through scorching heat with no food, no water, no mercy.
This was the Bataan Death March. And Albert Brown was walking straight into one of World War II's darkest chapters.
But here's what makes his story extraordinary: decades later, when he was 105 years old and recognized as the oldest living survivor of that horrific march, Brown would look back on everything he'd endured and say that survival came down to one thing—keeping his mind working, even when his body was failing.
Albert Nier Brown was born on October 26, 1905, in North Platte, Nebraska. His godfather was none other than "Buffalo Bill" Cody, the Wild West showman. As a child, Albert would sit on Buffalo Bill's lap, tugging at his beard while they shared bowls of oatmeal. It was a childhood touched by American legend, full of stories about frontier courage and survival.
After his father—a railroad engineer—died in a locomotive explosion, the family moved to Council Bluffs, Iowa. Albert studied dentistry at Creighton University in the 1920s, married, started a family, and built a thriving dental practice. He joined the Army Reserve, went through ROTC training, and figured his military service would be limited to occasional drills and meetings.
Then in 1937, he was called to active duty. He left behind his wife, his three children, and his decade-old dental practice to report to Fort Snelling in Minneapolis. By 1941, he'd been deployed to the Philippines.
On December 7, 1941—the day Pearl Harbor was attacked—Japanese forces also launched a massive offensive against American positions in the Philippines. The Battle of Bataan began. For four months, American and Filipino troops held out against overwhelming odds. They were isolated, cut off from reinforcements and supplies. Food ran out. Ammunition dwindled. Disease spread through the ranks.
By April 9, 1942, with no hope of relief, 78,000 American and Filipino soldiers surrendered to the Japanese.
What happened next would become infamous.
The Japanese forced their prisoners on a 65-mile march from Bataan to a prisoner-of-war camp. The conditions were deliberately brutal. Men who had already been starving for months were denied food and water. They marched through blistering heat. Anyone who stumbled or fell behind was shot, bayoneted, or beheaded on the spot. Filipinos who tried to throw fruit to the suffering prisoners were killed.
The march took about six days. Approximately 11,000 men died during those six days—beaten, executed, or simply collapsing from exhaustion, starvation, and disease.
Albert Brown was 36 years old, older than most of the men around him. He watched younger, stronger soldiers fall and die. He passed wells that American troops had dug for Filipino civilians—wells full of clean water—but prisoners weren't allowed to drink. The torment of passing water they couldn't touch, mile after mile, was psychological torture on top of the physical agony.
Somehow, Brown kept walking.
He did something else, too—something that showed remarkable presence of mind under unimaginable circumstances. He found a stub of pencil and a tiny tablet, which he hid in the lining of his canvas bag. And secretly, carefully, whenever he could, he documented what was happening. He wrote down what he saw. He recorded the horror. He kept his mind working.
When the march finally ended, Brown's ordeal was just beginning. He spent the next three years—from 1942 to September 1945—in a Japanese prisoner-of-war camp. His diet consisted of three small rice balls a day. Nothing else. An athlete before the war, Brown wasted away to less than 100 pounds.
He contracted more than a dozen tropical diseases: malaria, dengue fever, dysentery, and others. The beatings from guards were regular and savage. On one occasion, guards threw him down a flight of stairs, severely injuring his back. Another time, a rifle blow to his head fractured his neck. By the time the war ended, he was nearly blind from maltreatment.
But even in that nightmare, Brown found reasons to keep going. He later told stories about small moments of resistance and hope. One prisoner who had been ordered to repair Japanese soldiers' radios managed to steal parts. Piece by piece, he assembled a secret radio for the prisoners. Brown helped construct a listening tube for it. Through that contraband radio, they heard news from San Francisco—including reports that a battle the Japanese guards were celebrating as a victory had actually been an American win. Those small truths, hidden from their captors, kept hope alive.
In his secret journal, Brown wrote: "I don't know why I continue to live while others so much younger and stronger than I die."
He eventually concluded it was because he kept his mind engaged. While others gave up mentally before their bodies failed, Brown kept thinking, observing, documenting, finding small projects, staying mentally present even when physical survival seemed impossible.
When Japan surrendered in September 1945, Brown was finally liberated. He returned to the United States weighing less than 100 pounds, nearly blind, with a broken back and neck, riddled with diseases, scarred by beatings. He spent two years recovering in an Army hospital.
The doctors were blunt: they told Albert Brown he should make the most of the next few years, because given the damage to his body, he wouldn't live to see his 50th birthday.
Albert Brown had a different idea.
After his recovery, he didn't return to Iowa to pick up where he left off. Instead, he struck out for California. He went back to college. His injuries prevented him from returning to dentistry, so he pivoted into real estate. He began renting properties in Los Angeles—and his tenants included some of Hollywood's biggest stars: Joan Fontaine, Olivia de Havilland, and others. He became friends with John Wayne and Roy Rogers. He even did some screen tests for movies.
One of his biographers later said, "I think he had seen so much horror that after the war, he was determined to enjoy his life."
And enjoy it he did. He remarried after his first wife died in 1985, following 58 years of marriage. He moved to Southern Illinois in the late 1990s to live with his daughter. He had two children, 12 grandchildren, 28 great-grandchildren, and 19 great-great-grandchildren.
For most of his life after the war, Brown couldn't talk about what he'd experienced. The memories were too painful. But about 15 years before his death, he finally found the strength to share his story. His granddaughter, Susan Engelhardt, remembered that he would often pause while speaking about the march, tears in his eyes, the horror still raw decades later.
In 2007, at a convention of Bataan Death March survivors, Brown was honored as the oldest living survivor of the march. At 101 years old, he was already far past the age doctors said he'd never reach.
A book about his experiences, "Forsaken Heroes of the Pacific War: One Man's True Story," was published in 2011. His co-author, Kevin Moore, said Brown's story had become an inspiration for wounded veterans from every war since. "The underlying message for today's returning veterans is that there's hope, not to give in no matter how bleak the moment may seem."
On August 14, 2011, Albert Brown died at a nursing home in Nashville, Illinois. He was 105 years old—more than twice the age doctors predicted he would reach. He had outlived his prognosis by 55 years.
His story is remarkable not just for his survival, but for what he chose to do with that survival. He didn't let the horror define him. He didn't spend the rest of his life bitter or broken. He documented the truth so history wouldn't forget. He kept his mind sharp and his spirit positive. He found joy after unspeakable suffering. He built a new life when everything had been taken from him.
The Bataan Death March was designed to break men. Its cruelty was deliberate—meant to crush not just bodies but spirits. Approximately 11,000 men died in six days. After the war, the Japanese general who orchestrated it was tried for war crimes and executed.
But Albert Brown refused to be broken. At 36 years old, when younger men were dying around him, he kept walking. He kept thinking. He kept documenting. And when doctors told him his time was up, he ignored them and lived another 55 years.
His secret? In his own words, recorded in that contraband journal he kept in the prison camp: keep your mind working. Stay engaged. Find purpose. Don't give up mentally.
It's a lesson that transcends war, trauma, or any specific hardship. When the body is failing and the situation seems hopeless, the mind can be the difference between survival and surrender.
Brown's life spanned from the era of Buffalo Bill and the Wild West to the age of the internet. He knew frontier legends and Hollywood stars. He survived one of history's worst atrocities and built a thriving life afterward. He was told he was dying and instead lived for more than half a century.
When Brown died in 2011, he took with him living memories of that brutal march, memories that no history book can fully capture. But he left behind something more important: proof that the human spirit can endure what seems unendurable. That doctors don't always know. That age doesn't determine strength. That trauma doesn't have to define your future.
At his funeral, his daughter Peg Doughty described him simply: "He was a warrior. He was a gentleman. He loved life to his dying day."
Albert Henry Brown lived to 105—exactly 55 years longer than the doctors who examined his broken, disease-ravaged body said was possible. He didn't just survive the Bataan Death March. He defied it, documented it, and then went out and lived a life so full and long that it became its own form of victory.
Sometimes the greatest act of defiance is simply refusing to die when you're told you should. Sometimes courage isn't about the moment of crisis, but about the decades of living fully that come after.
Albert Brown walked 65 miles through hell in 1942. Then he walked for 69 more years, proving every day that the human will to live can outlast any prediction, any trauma, any attempt to break it.
That's not just survival. That's triumph.

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12/09/2025

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Switzerland's blood nanofilter removes Alzheimer's proteins in hours reversing dementia, insurance experimental label

Swiss bioengineers developed a blood filtration device using nanofilters that remove amyloid-beta and tau proteins—the toxic buildups causing Alzheimer's—in 4-hour outpatient sessions. Patients with moderate dementia showed cognitive improvement within weeks as brain protein levels normalized.

The nanofilter technology works at the molecular level with pores precisely sized to capture amyloid and tau proteins while allowing normal blood components to pass through freely. It's like a highly selective coffee filter that catches only specific molecules. Blood circulates from the patient through the filtration cartridge and returns cleaned, gradually reducing brain protein concentrations as the blood-brain barrier equilibrates. Unlike medications that try to prevent protein formation, this directly removes existing toxic proteins already causing damage. Patients undergo twice-weekly sessions for 8 weeks, then monthly maintenance.

Insurance companies universally deny coverage, labeling it "experimental dementia treatment" despite Swiss clinical data showing 68% of patients regaining lost cognitive function. The classification protects insurance profits—Alzheimer's care costs $88,000 yearly per patient in nursing homes and medications, generating enormous long-term revenue. A one-time filtration protocol costing $35,000 eliminates this recurring income stream while restoring patients to independence.

American families watch loved ones disappear into dementia, spending life savings on care facilities while an effective treatment exists but remains financially inaccessible. Medicare covers Alzheimer's drugs with minimal benefit but won't cover filtration with proven results.

Does the healthcare system profit from managing Alzheimer's rather than reversing it? 🧠

📊 Source: Swiss Federal Institute of Technology, Alzheimer's Research & Therapy, January 2025

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