© 2009 by Elinor Barnes

At the end of that evening, an exciting and wonderful thing happened for Betty and myself. Dr. Reams called us over as everyone was leaving, and he told us in a very matter of fact way, “I want you on my team here at Blue Ridge. See me in the morning in my office.” Can you imagine our surprise and wonderment? His team? What did that mean? What did he expect us to do? Another sleepless night!

Betty and I wrestled with what seemed to be an insurmountable problem….what would our children think? We were sure that they thought we had gone ‘round the bend’ already! I would expect they would have padded rooms ready for us at the Funny Farm if we were to spring this new idea on them. Yet, even in the midst of the turmoil of our thoughts and emotions, we got more and more excited.

We could really be an asset to the administration of the program, which was pretty haphazard to say the least. It needed a couple of good organizers, and we could fill the bill in that area. Betty had wonderful organizational skills; she had been a pastor’s wife for nearly 30 years, and had been a teacher. I had worked in an office and had a very good background in office procedures. We were a dynamite pair!

Working at the retreat at Blue Ridge would give us an opportunity to look more closely at the program and to learn all about the testing program so that we could help other people achieve better health and wellness.

Then some reality set in. This move would mean leaving our comfort zone in Herkimer….our house was just nicely settled and we were enjoying the peace and quiet of our lives there. Some of our children were near by and we were free to go and visit the others any time we wanted to. We were deeply involved in our church; there were so many strings attaching us to our friends and families that we were really doubtful about the new challenges we would face at Blue Ridge. And…we hadn’t even talked to Dr. Reams about what he was expecting of us! Maybe we were worrying about nothing. So we decided to get some sleep and face Dr. Reams in the morning with our questions. Secretly, I think we expected that his answers would lead us to turn down his offer to be ‘on his team!’

Morning came, a beautiful summer day in the hills of Georgia, and we hurried through breakfast and headed for Doc’s office. He was already preparing to leave, but he took a few moments to explain his vision for Blue Ridge. (Here I will say that Doc had a lot of big dreams, as most geniuses do, but he was not overly practical!) He brushed off our questions with ease and told us to meet with Eugene and Dodie (his son and daughter-in-law). They would help us to work out the details. He also told us he would give us a month to go home, take care of any details of leaving, etc. Then he was out the door and gone, saying, “I’ll see you here in August.” So much for explaining what we were going to be doing; and oh yes, was this a paid position? We really couldn’t afford to just volunteer! There would be expenses connected with this move, such as keeping the utilities on at home; winter heating would soon be upon us; also, what to do with our cat, Smokey, and who would look after our home while we were away for God knows how long. Perhaps, these were minor details for some, but not for us; Betty was well into retirement age and I had not worked for several years due to physical problems; what were we thinking of?

Our next step was to really pray about this whole situation; it probably should have been our first step, but we were a bit overwhelmed with Doc’s approach. Anyway, when we finally got in touch with God about our dilemma, our hearts were put at ease, and we were assured that this new venture was in His plan for our lives. Okay, now how do we convince our family and friends that we were listening to Him…not just wishful thinking! Well, as usual, God was way ahead of us and He was paving the way.

On this note, we returned home to Herkimer, in fear and trepidation, to tell our family about the Reams program and our opportunity to become a factor in it. We never dreamed how much that program would influence our lives for the next 30 plus years. Our families accepted our plans to be at home for about a month, to close up our house, find a new home for our kitty, Smokey, and return to Blue Ridge to become immersed in this exciting new way of life for us. We both were feeling so great since going through the 10-day program at the retreat. We knew that the fast and the introduction of the nutrition program had benefitted us greatly, but we really knew very little about the total premise of the program…how to achieve balance in our bodies so that we could stave off the diseases that were just laying in wait for us….diabetes, heart problems, cancer, arthritis, dementia…all of the illnesses that seemed to beset the elderly in this country.

Back home we went, full of enthusiasm and plans for the next phase of our big adventure. Explaining our decision to return to Georgia for an extended period of time was not as easy to sell to our families and friends this time around, but I’m sure they knew that we were not going to be dissuaded….we were a stubborn pair! Everyone was concerned about my health and how well I would be able to handle working many hours a day, etc., etc. They also pointed out that Betty was nearly seventy…although that had not slowed her down. She could run circles around most people half her age! And so it was….we began making arrangements for our big trip to Blue Ridge, packed our car with some necessities for our little trailer, lots of summer clothes and lots of office supplies, which were definitely missing in our office down there.

We said goodbye to our families and friends and were on our way about three weeks after our return home.

Arriving back at Blue Ridge, we found that, as usual, no preparations had been made for us…actually, I don’t think they really expected us to return! They had no idea of how determined we were to become a real part of this extraordinary experiment. First, however, we had to find where we were to stay and what we were expected to do. Dodie showed us how the office was set up, more or less, and told us we were going to be responsible for keeping records on the clients, have charge of taking payments for their programs, and handling telephone calls for reservations.

Eugene took us on an apartment hunting tour the next morning. The first place we looked at was about a half mile from the retreat, a huge, old house that was desperately in need of repair. There was no furniture in it and we just shook our heads and said, ‘no way’. Eugene agreed that it really wasn’t a very good place for us, so we went further down the road….about three miles from the retreat to a small trailer set off the road in a woodsy spot. Now, mind you, the roads in this part of Georgia were not paved, were of red clay which could become a slippery sea of mud in a rainy season. Of course there were no street lights either. We went into the trailer and looked around. Although it was sparsely furnished, it would be adequate for our needs with a little TLC. There was electricity and running water, so we decided it would do; however, there were two small drawbacks…..there was no phone (This was in the days before cell phones), and no key for the door! Eugene assured us that the key must be at the retreat office…sure. (It never turned up in all the time we were there!)

The next day was spent working in the office and then embarking on a shopping trip for supplies for our little abode.  Now a shopping trip from Blue Ridge was about 20 miles; it wasn’t just down the street. We found a small department store and a nice grocery store and had a fun time setting up house- keeping.

All of this narrative is to explain how much we believed in what Dr. Reams was doing and how much we wanted to be a part of something that would benefit so many people. We saw miracles at Blue Ridge – people that the doctors had given up on were literally given a new lease on life. So many people had come there, as we did, not knowing anything about the program but having heard about it from a friend or a relative. The program worked for nearly everyone that we saw at the retreat. It was so simple and such a basic approach that most doctors pooh-poohed it out of hand. They depended on drugs and surgery and did not believe that the body had the ability to heal itself; yet, this was God’s provision for mankind. Put the right foods into the body and drink plenty of water, get plenty of exercise, plenty of fresh air and sunshine, take time to rest and restore the natural balance of the body and, barring accidents, you can live in good health.

I know that all of this sounds too simplistic; we only have to listen to all of the drug commercials on TV where we are told that we are the sickest people in the world. Yet, I know of many who have gone back to basics and are living healthy productive lives in spite of all the gloom and doom out there! I feel that Betty and I were prime examples of healthy living and the Reams program. The premise has always been to get the metabolism in balance and the body will take care of itself.

Betty went to be with the Lord in 2003 at age 91; she had been a living example of how the program worked because she had no more arthritis in her neck and back which had severely handicapped her movements in 1976 before we found the program. Up until 2002 she could actually bend over and place her hands flat on the floor without bending her knees. She worked with me in 3 different Reams retreats….Blue Ridge, GA., Plaza Santa Maria, Mexico, and Scituate, MA and was an inspiration to everyone she met.

We stayed at Blue Ridge until Thanksgiving of ’76. The weather turned very cold and we had a lot of freezing rain which made traveling hazardous. The population of the retreat fell off drastically and it was decided to finish the programs of guests that had started and then close for the winter. Actually, that decision was a final closure for Blue Ridge because Dr. Reams had already opened another retreat house in Roanoke, VA. He had leased a motel that had shut down and had space for up to 125 people at any given time in the Tinker Mt. Retreat. He had hired a Director and was getting staff trained in order to open in early 1977.

[End of part II.  Next is Tinker Mountain.  I hope all readers are appreciative of Elinor for taking the time to provide her first-person narrative of the early days of RBTI.  Feel free to post comments in the form of either feedback, questions, or kudos.  Her sclerology seminar is still being scheduled.  Although much RBTI literature refers to recording the engorged vessels of the white of the eye, hardly anyone writes about or seems skilled in matching those readings to organ dysfunction à la Reams.  Elinor hopes to pass the wisdom that Reams personally passed her to others before passing from the scene herself.]

Some days I would like to go chat with Carey Reams. Other days I would really like to chat with Carey Reams.  His “drugs do nothing” wisdom  speaks to their inability to help remineralize the body, but not much is said about harm.

Today, I would surely like to get his take on the “going postal” violent shootings that plague our society. Over and over the story leads back to the killers being on drugs. Why, oh why, are these sick people denied the spirit-lifting that comes with proper RBTI-grade body chemistry? Why are the MDs so blind that they think only to fill a sick person with irritating drugs? Why must innocent bystanders be mowed down, again and again, in case after case, without the lawyers noticing that drugs not only kill, but can cause the sick to kill?   Click through to this latest and weep.

“It is the psychiatric medications that are causing violent shooting sprees in America, Germany and elsewhere.”
http://www.naturalnews.com/025826.html

by Elinor Barnes © 2009
An Introduction to the Reams Biological Theory of Ionization

Foreword:
It has taken me many years to arrive at the place where I am ready to write these pages. For the past 15 or 20 years, many clients and friends have asked me to do this, but I was too involved with actually working within the framework of the RBTI program, either at my home in New York State or in travels around the country. My friend, Betty Mosher, and I used the Reams method to get ourselves healthy and then were able to work with Dr. Carey Reams in several of his retreats. It was truly a learning experience for us at an age where we were retired and looking forward to the ease and comfort of home and family. But that was not to be.We both were told that we needed the retreat program, usually a 10-day program. We accepted Dr. Reams analysis of our numbers and went to Blue Ridge, GA, having no idea what we were getting into! Our friend, Gerald Phillips of Chicago, told us about the program and stated that ‘it will change your lives.’ It did, and that is just as true today as it was in the late 1970’s. It truly does change peoples’ lives when they apply the principles that Dr. Reams laid out.Another rule we followed from the very beginning with the Reams program. We did it exactly as Dr. Reams presented it. It worked, and there never has been reason to change it!As we begin this journey together, with all its ups and downs, it becomes abundantly clear that this is a way of life that can lead to an exciting future for those who desire the best that life has to offer us….the opportunity to live our lives to the fullest, obeying the rules that God laid out for His children many generations ago…that“our lives may be long in the land which the Lord our God has given us.”I hope my recollections will be a an inspirational story of one of the unrecognized geniuses of our time, Dr. Carey Reams.    …EB

So, Gerry, what is this new program you’re telling us about?

Betty Mosher and I first heard of Dr. Reams and his program for better health in 1976. This was shortly after my husband of 29 years died quite suddenly, although I was the one who had not been well for several years prior to that. I had never received a diagnosis from our medical doctors; in fact, I was told by one neurologist that ‘it was all in my head.’ My only comment to that was, “You’re right about that; that’s where it hurts!”

I had had periods of blackouts and tremendous headaches that totally incapacitated me. I often could not get my thoughts together in order to function at the simplest task; for instance, I recall standing in my kitchen, coffeepot in hand, not knowing what to do with it. I wondered at times if I was losing my mind; I could not stand being in crowds or in noisy places; I could not drive my car because I might get lost (even in my own neighborhood). Actually, I went from being a high functioning data entry person in a local industry to someone who sometimes could not remember how to do her job. I also had a lot of problems with equilibrium and would often walk into desks or walls, so the company decided I was definitely a safety risk and I was put on a leave of absence. I was never well enough to return to my employment which was not good for my morale! I began to feel that my productive days were finished.

The one positive thing that happened during this time was that a friend from earlier years came back to live in our area and we quickly renewed our friendship. She had become a widow in 1971; her husband, Father Edwin Mosher, was an Episcopal priest and our rector several years earlier. She had made many close friends in Herkimer and came back there to live in 1974. Luckily for me, she was available to take me to all my doctors’ appointments, which was a relief for my husband, Alfred, who was still working. Most unexpectedly, in December of 1974, Al contracted pneumonia, and developed complications with his heart and died on Jan. 25th of 1975 at the age of 57. My world changed after that; we had been talking about retirement for him and traveling and enjoying the rest of our years together. We had family in Pennsylvania and Florida as well as North Carolina, my husband’s home. The future looked pretty bleak at that point.

Betty, who had been my support during this time, had sold her home in Gilbertsville, NY, the last parish that Fr. Ed served. During many hours of conversation, we explored the idea of her moving in with me….first of all, I could not live on my own at that time; my children were grown up and out of state. I did not want to leave my home to live with them so this seemed a good idea; however, my house was not large enough to accommodate Betty’s furniture. We decided to put an addition on the house, giving her an apartment on the ground floor. That way, she would have her own living quarters and still be accessible to me if I was ill. It worked beautifully and we enjoyed the companionship greatly.

In the summer of 1976, life really took an unexpected turn; we went to visit friends in Grand Island, NY and there, friends of ours from Chicago, Gerald and Betty Phillips, introduced us to a program that he said ‘would change our lives.’

Indeed it did just that! We heard about the Reams program from Gerry who was very enthusiastic about it; he had just returned from taking the first course from Dr. Reams in Blue Ridge, Ga. We were the first people he ever tested. All that he had told us about the program made such good sense; just be aware that everything you ingest into your body has an effect on one or another of the body’s systems. For example, if you insist on putting salt on every food you eat, eventually it will build up as plaque along your arteries, narrowing them, and making you a candidate for a heart problem….either a mild heart attack, angina, or, if your reserve energy is low enough, it could trigger a major heart attack. (We equate reserve energy to the immune system…which gives our bodies the ability to fight disease).

Again, the premise of the program made great sense, and when we heard about the way that the testing – a simple urine/saliva analysis – could point out deficiencies of needed nutrients, we became excited about the possibilities of getting answers to our concerns about what was happening to our bodies. We seemed to be getting sicker and sicker, losing energy, and not being able to do the things we had previously done with such ease. The urine/saliva testing was followed by an eye reading identified as sclerology…it required charting of the engorged blood vessels in the white portion (sclera) of the eyes. Amazingly, this correlated with various organs of the body….heart, pancreas, liver, kidneys and the digestive tract. What it told was which organs were affected by those deficiencies shown by the urinalysis. All of this was accomplished without expensive testing and blood work! Impressive? You bet it was, after spending hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars on tests that never really helped that much. Most of them started you on a regimen of drugs and more tests!

Betty and I had the test done by our friend, Gerry and the results were sent to Dr. Reams down in Blue Ridge, GA. We had to wait nearly 2 weeks for his analysis and when it finally arrived, we were both told we needed to come to the retreat down in Georgia for a 10-day program to really turn our bodies around. That really shocked both of us, but Gerry explained to us that Dr. Reams felt that we could not really accomplish this at home. We needed the fasting program and close monitoring during the 3-day fast! Three days? No food? Not my idea of an ideal holiday! And who ever heard of Blue Ridge, Georgia?

However, after much prayer and consideration, we decided that it would probably be a sensible thing to do. We had been so impressed with the stories that Gerry had told us about what was happening to people who went on the Reams program, how they had felt so much better without resorting to drugs and chemical compounds which often tired them out and did nothing to help with their physical and emotional problems. Yes, this program also addressed emotional problems because many of them are caused by a metabolic imbalance.

You can imagine how scared Betty and I were by the news that we needed to go to the retreat post-haste. It was one thing to accept this program intellectually
because it made good sense, but quite another to leave our home and family in Herkimer and go traipsing off to Georgia. We knew no one there and didn’t have the foggiest notion of what we were getting ourselves into. We did trust our friend, Gerry, and we knew in our hearts that this was a turning point in our lives, so we bravely faced our children with the news that we were going to Georgia for this innovative alternative health program. Surprise of surprises, our families agreed that we should go and do it.

Our arrival in Georgia? We got to Blue Ridge late in the day, tired and hungry. We had been picked up at the airport in Chattanooga, Tennessee…about 60 miles from the retreat. The driver had proceeded to go on a shopping trip for supplies for the retreat. This was not encouraging! Arriving at the retreat, we were faced by a series of trailers (later elevated to ‘mobile homes’) which comprised the housing for guests, and a couple of buildings which were the offices and lab facilities. Hardly like a summer camp! In the office, we were met by a lady who obviously knew nothing about our arrival; she had to scurry around and find a room for us, which took the better part of another hour, really filling us with confidence! You know how organized we Northerners are; it’s hard to adapt to Southern ways. (Even though I had been married to a Southerner for 27 years)….but he had to adapt to our way since we lived in Herkimer most of that time!

Finally we were ensconced in a room which I will say was very neat and clean, supplied with twin beds and a dresser and a double closet. Then Dodie, the lady in charge of the office, went down to the dining room and found us some soup and salad for a light meal which we devoured promptly. There were no other people up and around at the retreat, so we decided to turn in and wait for the morning and the beginning of our great adventure.

We were up bright and early and followed a group of guess over to the dining room where we were told to report to the office for instructions….our fast was to begin that day! Bummer! The one good thing was that the sooner we started, the sooner it would end. Three days was not a lifetime, so we bravely went back to the dining room and picked up our supply of distilled water and lemon water; we had received our instructions at the office. We were to take four ounces of lemon water on the hour, every hour for 10 hours…8am to 5pm….followed by 4 ounces of distilled water on the half hours. We were to stay pretty much in our rooms to conserve our energy, and report to the lab for testing at 10am and 2 pm (urine and saliva samples). That was our program! Luckily, we had brought plenty of reading material which we devoured in between trips to the bathroom! Eighty ounces of liquid can keep anyone busy every half hour!

It was amazing to both of us that we did not feel exceptionally hungry; perhaps, it was because we were getting filled up on liquids. Also, the testing twice a day was interesting to us; we had to walk up to the lab building and give our specimens, but it also gave us an opportunity to talk to the other guests. Since misery loves company, we exchanged a lot of stories with them. We all envied the ones who had completed the fast and were beginning to eat regular meals. One of the most interesting effects of the fast was that almost everyone felt really great at the end of the fasting period; well, maybe that was natural. Who wouldn’t feel good after being denied food for 72 hrs. and then suddenly being allowed to partake of it again.

The three days passed rapidly and we were finally in the dining room for a real meal….well, not much of a meal really; just some very thin oatmeal, a slice of whole grain toast, and a cup of either coffee or tea. Yes, coffee was allowed for the habitual coffee drinkers. To abstain from it entirely would create some serious problems such as really bad headaches, to say nothing of what it would do to my disposition!

The highlight of the week was an evening meeting, which we suggested. All of the guests we had talked to were anxious to share their experiences and the reasons for their coming to Blue Ridge. We arranged to use the dining room after the supper hour. Since there was a piano there, and Betty played, we had a good excuse for a sing-along. Luckily, there were song books there as well. We had a wonderful time of sharing with many of the guests; there were about 40 on the program, most of whom were ambulatory. The stories that some of them told were amazing; how they found out about the program, what their illnesses and disabilities were and, often, that this was the last stop for them. The medical profession had done their best (or their worst!) and they had been given a prognosis that told them to put their affairs in order. Often, it was a very strange set of circumstances that set them on the path to Blue Ridge. They picked up a book and read about it or a friend had experienced great results with the program and shared it with them; it almost seemed that some people were destined to come and go through this simple program. No drugs, no chemical treatments, nothing but a simple test, a fast and a rebuilding regimen that seemed to work wonders. They seemed to gain energy, pain was relieved, and suddenly life took on a new meaning for them. Betty and I recounted our stories and in doing so, counted our blessings.

Many of them were very ill, with cancer, diabetes, heart problems and severe arthritis. All seemed to be upbeat and positive about what was happening to them.
On Saturday evening, we scheduled another meeting since the Wednesday one had been such a great success; by then, Betty and I were nearly ready to go home. We had been there almost 10 days, we both were feeling great and wanted to go home and share our experience with all our friends. How naïve we were at that point in time!

In the midst of our evening session, while we were singing some favorite hymns, lo and behold, Dr Reams came in! He had just flown in from Pennsylvania with his secretary Fern Stansfield (who was to become a lifelong friend.) Doc took over the meeting and we spent a couple of hours listening to him tell stories of how he discovered the way to treat all diseases….the simple solution! He was such an unpretentious person who gave God all the credit for his insights into the human body, we all felt humbled by his dedication and love for mankind.

[Next: Reams says, "I want you!"]