Living resin first-aid lifesaver. Tom’s true story


I am writing this following an adventure I had today at the Deep Creek Hot Springs in Southern California. I arrived yesterday, untouched by the hot springs experience. Needless to say, it was absolutely fantastic. On the way down into the valley, there are beautiful rolling hills covered with rocks bigger than many vehicles. The rocks are arranged in such a way that it seems as if a massive explosion set them in place millennia ago. The mind wanders to fantasies of ancient asteroid impacts that may or may not have taken place. As we continue on our way, we see the river and its scattered dots that we have determined to be human. On arrival, a large, icy stream must be conquered before we reach our destination. Fortunately, there hasn’t been much rain, so it is barely deep.

These hot springs are also known for their ability to embrace nudity, so of course I agreed. I will never give up an opportunity to be naked, especially in nature. The first pool is very shallow and is called “crab cooker” because of its intense but pleasant heat. The next pool is much larger and deeper, and its temperature is ~101°F, making it much more suitable for extended healing sessions in the water. The ascent to the third pool is incredibly perilous due to the very narrow and slippery nature of the rocks. I was extremely careful every time I went up and down this passage, not wanting to crack my head open in such a beautiful place.

My friend and I stayed for the night and camped under the stars. In a way, those kinds of nights cause an intense upheaval of emotional fulfillment in me. All the magnificence of the starry sky in deep space is transformed into a message; a message to listen to. City life, modern society, money, etc., all take control of people’s lives and deprive us of our natural state of power. A state of being that is an inalienable right for every human being born on this planet. In a way, in nature, everything makes more sense. The Native Americans were certainly very familiar with these kinds of ideas.

The next morning, we take a last sunbath and I get up to get my things together. I was holding a glass bottle of water (which is against the rules, now I know why) as I walked up the dubious path. In an instant I slipped, heard the bottle break, and fell back on the rocks and into the water. The pool was several feet deep, so after unintentionally making a cannonball at the bottom, I went back up to the top of the pool to take stock of the damage. When my head exploded on the surface of the water, adrenaline started flowing through my veins. It took at least 20 seconds before I looked down and saw blood gushing out of my cheek.

At that moment, a lot of things crossed my mind very quickly. Such is the nature of life-threatening situations. I was in the middle of nowhere, with almost no cell phone reception. My friend, who was also in the pool, condescendingly pointed out that this is why glass bottles are not allowed. I snapped at him, hastily explaining to him that I was bleeding blood. He turned away, stunned, not knowing what to do. I suddenly remembered what I had in my backpack: a jar of Pürblack and a huge aloe vera leaf. I jumped out of the pool and went as fast as I could in my things. After a bit of climbing, the beautiful green succulent appeared. I used my thumb to open the plant and receive its nectar of salvation. Freezing in my hand, I then went to the water to wash away the sand and debris from the wound. It was the first time I could see the damage, and it was a deep cut. I could see a lot of exposed fatty tissue; it was the deepest I had ever seen in my body. I inserted a piece of aloe into the abscess and held it in place for about a minute. Once removed, my blood combined with the aloe strands to create a very interesting visual for me and the people around me. Several people told me that I would definitely need stitches. I responded by taking a pea-sized amount of Pürblack, softening it between my fingers and plugging the wound.

As I rubbed the shilajit into the new hole in my butt, it began to liquefy and mix with my blood, creating a hauntingly beautiful visceral stream of brown blood along my leg. Moments later, the bleeding stopped, and the Pürblack seemed to be absorbed directly into the tissues and capillaries. The wound was starving, as could be seen by its consumption of living resin. I washed the cut once more, applied a new layer of shilajit, and covered it with gauze and a butterfly bandage.

The snag is that to leave this spring, you have to go up a fairly steep slope for about 45 minutes. The cut is on a part of my leg that opens every time I take a step. Believe it or not, the Pürblack allowed me to get back to the car without a single drop of blood spilling and without pain.

In conclusion, the regenerative properties of the living Pürblack resin seem to be from another world. I would never have believed it if it hadn’t happened to me. After making the three-hour trip home, I went to the bathroom to remove the bandage and dress the wound. To my surprise, what had been a crater just a few hours ago was now filled with brand new, white, healthy looking tissue. The wound looked very clean and the pain was still almost non-existent. The implications of these discoveries are profound: Imagine that stitches, Neosporin and hydrogen peroxide all become obsolete overnight. What will happen when people discover that by using certain plants & Pürblack you can disinfect and regenerate all kinds of wounds? A lot of people would surely lose a lot of money. Substances like shilajit make it feel like a ferry, which takes the river of mortality to the realm of superhuman abilities. Wolverine seems to be a favorite character of the X-Men, and for those who don’t know, his mutation is the ability to heal incredibly fast. Who would have thought that this is not just the ramblings of a science-fiction mind, but the real thing?