GEOPATHIES AND ILLNESS
BY PATRIZIA BONIFFI
A true story:
In 1992 we moved into a new apartment. This place didn’t feel like ours, we didn’t live there happily, we would later discover the harmful influences, given that the shape of the floor plan was very irregular and the rooms were mostly asymmetrical, and the condominium was built on an energy furnace. We continued our life relatively peacefully until 1996.
In January my husband began to feel a certain heaviness in the prostate and specific symptoms of cystitis.
Given his work that puts him in daily contact with doctors from all over the region, he was spoiled for choice and so for the whole month of January he was followed by a urologist friend, who with laboratory tests and instrumental tests did not detect anything pathological, except that the prostate was indeed enlarged. He prescribed him an antibiotic and we left for the week of skiing.
The trip was a nightmare, we had to stop to let him pee a few drops every half hour, imagining how we would face the entire vacation.
Instead, from the next day, the symptoms improved, from the second day we can say that the situation was almost normal and obviously we thought that the antibiotic worked. We returned home happier and more relaxed, but from the Tuesday after our return, the symptoms reappeared and after a few days, the heaviness in the prostate caused him to have discomfort even just sitting down.
They tried other drugs, until at the beginning of April, he began to be unable to work due to the discomfort and pain that tormented him, and he took sick leave.
He had now taken on a white-gray complexion and was wandering around the house desperate and without any solutions, he spent a lot of time in bed and was getting worse and worse, if possible. I remember the afternoon when he told me: “Either I commit suicide or I go and talk to a guy whose name I got from Dr. …, who works on particular energetic practices!”.
He called this person and the next morning he went to him. He, the therapist, examined his situation (assessing him from afar with a biotensor) and told him to exchange his place in bed with me and to come back the next morning. We were quite skeptical, but desperate and I gave my place in bed to my husband, but went to sleep in the living room.
In the morning, my husband had improved slightly and after having thoroughly examined the problem with the therapist, we found ourselves discovering that the point of the bed that corresponded to my husband’s lower abdomen was affected by a node of the Curry network, superimposed on a node of the Hartmann network and that water was flowing underground which amplified the damage of these emissions. Among other things, always corresponding to our bedroom there was a garage with a car on the ground floor.
We decided to move our bed to a neutral area after a thorough geobiological investigation, which revealed that the house was questionably built on even more questionable ground.
Needless to say, after these interventions my husband’s health improved to almost normal, although the affected area is still very sensitive to any disturbing agent. Our therapist told him that he was very lucky, as that area was emitting radiation so strong that he had noticed it, and that if the exposure had continued, he would probably have found himself with cancer of some organ in the lower abdomen.
In the end, we moved house and live happily renting in a house that is obviously not ours in a certain sense, but is ours since we are physically well there and love it, finally feeling at home.
