A professor with an extremely painful foot asked this person if he could help him. After a few treatments, I went along, too, as I was anxious to see the foot. "I had what I believed to be a callous on the bottom of my left foot," the professor began, "which, from time to time, I carefully trimmed. About three years ago I cut too deeply and started an infection. My doctor treated it but it was a long, slow process; it would drain, heal for a while and be better, then open up and drain again. The swelling would go away and then return. "About a year and a half ago it grew rapidly worse. I was put to bed and, I assure you, all this time the foot and leg were most painful. After quite a period in bed I was allowed to sit up with my foot on a chair. I might still be sitting there if I had not insisted I was going back to work. "I have seen many doctors since then and have had many diagnoses from 'Plantars Wart' to 'I don't know'; and they had me in an unhappy state of confusion with their contradictions. The last doctor, for a fee of six dollars, named it 'papilloma.' I stopped there. Papilloma, I felt, was more suitable to a scholar and a gentleman. So papilloma it has remained as far as I am concerned. With a wave of his hand, he settled back into the chair, closed his eyes and sank into profound meditation or complete relaxation. I could not be sure which. This person then explained to me: "The appearance of the foot at first looked as though it were an infection from the old wound on the bottom, but the wound was closed at the time and there was no drainage. The foot and ankle were all out of shape and the swelling reached to about two inches below the knee cap. From the toes, over the instep including the ankle, it was terrifically swollen. The skin was stretched tight. It was fiery red and glistening, and heat was radiating from it." "I know," I said. "I've seen swelling like that, so hot you could warm your hands over it." The professor roused, opened his eyes and gave me an amused pitying look, "My dear young woman, you could have lit your cigarette from my foot!" This person resumed, "The pressure from my fingers caused deep imprints to remain in the flesh. Wouldn't you surmise that that was an indication of fluid accumulation, not all infection? It coincided with his appearance, pasty skin and puffiness all over his body. His vibrations indicated a depleted magnetic field and a heavy fluid accumulation throughout the body. My intuition told me to steady his heart, build the magnetic field and not bother with the foot now. The professor became animated again. "For that, you have my blessing," he said. "The constant and severe pain I had left me immediately and has not returned. For some of the other things, I withhold my blessings; for instance, what you did to my kidneys." This person shook with laughter. "Do you mind repeating what you told me?" "Not at all," the professor replied with mock seriousness. "I had three treatments in one week, at the end of which time my dignity was completely demoralized and I was transported back to my childhood. The nerves to the bladder woke up. I was quite conscious of them and their increasing frequent demands. I had to retire from all public life and was reduced to the state of a dancing child, loudly telling his mother his urgent need. "To add to my indignities, I began to perspire. Let me correct that, I sweat! My nights were turned into hideous hours of toil; I was mopping, mopping, constantly. I changed pajamas twice a night and shifted bed linen until, by morning, there was nothing dry left in the room. I was a busy, unhappy man, but the most outrageous part was the terrible odor I had to put up with. I shall never cease to be grateful that I remained a bachelor; if not I am sure I would haveFLUID ACCUMULATION