Today I'll show you the common plants growing in your own backyard:

the common weeds that can numb your pain just like morphine:

the "tourniquet" plants that can stop your bleeding in minutes:

and to safely lower your cholesterol:

stabilize your blood sugar levels:

...and a lot, lot more.

I'm also going to share with you the strange story of one of the greatest healers who has ever lived. You'll find out how you can make and use three of his most powerful remedies immediately: one for severe pain, one for life-threatening infections, and one that will greatly improve your quality of life from this day forth. The last one will totally take you by surprise.

This man had desperate people in front of his house day and night hoping to find relief after conventional medicine failed them.

The lines were so long that one time the police even had to disperse them as they were blocking traffic on the street.

I've seen people whose doctors have given them no more than six months to live, who, after following his treatment, are still alive and well more than 20 years later.

I know all this because I was there, and this man was my grandfather.

The first remedy that I'm going to show you is called Angry Bear Paw which my grandfather used to treat wounded and dying American soldiers on the battlefield.

You'll probably want to keep some close at hand, especially if you're over 40.

My grandfather's story began during the Great Depression, when he became an orphan. Luckily, he was adopted by Aiyana, a Native American woman from whom he learned his first medicinal plants and remedies.

Before long, my grandfather could name thousands of edible and medicinal weeds. He knew where to find them, when to harvest them, and how to turn them into powerful remedies. He would scribble everything down in his plant notebook, which he kept by his side until his death.

By the beginning of WWII, he was already known as a gifted healer in the community.

During the bloody battle for Periers, his division converted a French church into a makeshift hospital.

By nightfall, it was full of hundreds of wounded young Americans.

And when the surgeons ran out of morphine it was my grandfather who gave the soldiers relief. He had Angry Bear Paw with him, which is a powerful painkilling extract he made from this plant:

I'm sure you've seen it in your backyard too.

My grandfather would rush from soldier to soldier and put a small vial of the extract to their lips. In a short time, the loud groans and cries subsided, to the amazement of all the army surgeons. He wasn't a medic, but after seeing how well his remedies worked, they let him do his job.

By the end of the war, every man in the 8th Infantry Division knew him as "Doctor Davis" ...and since then, that's what people called him.

Every June my grandfather would gather the leaves of this very common plant, which is called wild lettuce.

The milky substance is where the potency of this plant lies.

My grandfather would grind and boil the leaves until he got a brown substance like this:

Then you need to strain it and leave the liquid on low heat for another 2 to 3 hours until it becomes gluey and dark:

Sometimes it can take almost 4-5 hours.

The Comanche natives called this powerful extract Angry Bear Paw. That's because the warriors who drank it before battle could endure and keep on fighting despite heavy wounds, just like an angry mother bear.

The second remedy that I'll show you was known as Log Man's Mending Fur(Brandy), and it brought me back from the brink of death.

It might just do the same for you one day.

I had checked in for a routine lower back surgery, but in the process, I ended up catching a deadly antibiotic-resistant bacteria: Staphylococcus Aureus.

Over 500,000 Americans get this bacterial infection each year, some after simple procedures or short hospitals stays, and 50,000 of them end up paying the ultimate price.

It's an unforgiving disease, and it's getting worse with each passing year as resistance to synthetic antibiotics increases.

And although the doctors tried many of those, the infection wasn't backing down. If anything, my condition was getting worse, to the point of having uncontrollable muscle seizures. The problem was that until they found the right antibiotic, the bacteria could have killed me.

You've probably worried about your own health from time to time, but I don't know if you've ever had a serious health problem yet.

I hope you haven't.

But...

When you know you're running out of time, it doesn't matter how brave you are, it doesn't matter how old you are, it doesn't even matter how much you've accomplished in your life, and it doesn't matter how much you'll try to hide it from everyone. Inside, you, just like everyone else, will be afraid.

All my life I said to myself that in the face of death, I will not flinch.

But I did.

With my family gathered around my soon-to-be death bed, all I could see were the good years I would lose.

You're never really ready to die, there's always a good reason to live, something that needs to be done: Maybe you want to see your grandsons settle in their homes or enjoy the retirement you've been waiting for such a long time. Maybe you want to pass on the valuable lessons you've learned in your life, or maybe you want to wake up in the morning and see one more beautiful sunrise.

What this experience taught me is that good health has no price, and often we don't realize it until it is too late.

My grandfather rushed to the hospital with his worn-out notebook, a bottle of vodka, and a bag of the plant below, which was popularly called Log Man's Mending Fur or Old Man's Beard in some parts of America.

I'm sure you've seen it too, hanging down from the dead trunks and tree branches:

This plant contains usnic acid, which is probably the only substance found in nature that is known to fight gram-negative bacteria like Staphylococcus Aureus better than most antibiotics. It was still a gamble, but it was worth trying.

My grandfather had ground 1 ounce of the plant and placed it in a jar.

You need to add 5 ounces of vodka then leave it on low heat for 2 hours. After you let it rest for another day, you should have your own medicine jar of Log Man's Mending Fur.

It was called that way because during the frontier period, whenever a log man cut himself accidentally, this is what he put on the wound to stop the infection.

In my case, my grandfather poured 10 drops in a glass of water and let me drink it. After just one week of taking his medicine, I got better and left the hospital.

Sadly, my grandfather passed away in 2001.

But even in death, my grandfather taught me valuable lessons. The third remedy that I'll show you was one that I learned 3 days after he passed on, and it was called Red Beak Powder.

At his funeral, around 5,000 people from all over the country came to pay their respects. Our small town of Springfield didn't have enough hotels to accommodate them, so everybody offered a place to stay.

One of them was Mary, a 72-year-old lady from Texas who told me what my grandfather did for her many years ago. She was suffering from high blood pressure, a condition that is becoming very common, especially among seniors today. The medication was keeping her blood pressure and cholesterol under control, but it didn't cure her. She had to take the drugs every day for the rest of her life.

Mary told me that as the days passed, she was getting tired a lot easier without doing any more work than usual.

After a few months, her drugs had an effect she never anticipated. They caused life-threatening liver damage and brought her on the edge of cirrhosis.

So please read this part very carefully because if you are taking drugs regularly, you are exhausting your liver.

When you feel tired without any reason, it could be the liver trying to tell you that it needs some rest.

The liver was never intended to process the chemicals inside drugs. This is why most people who have been taking pills for a long time are drained of energy, which ought to be there to fight the disease.

Pharmaceutical companies are not evil incarnate like some people think, but they're no charities either. Their drugs do work most of the time, yet they are designed to extract the maximum amount of money from their customers. From you. So, if they can treat the symptoms but not the root cause, then it's perfect. Because they want to keep you hooked for life. But your liver and your wallet might not appreciate it.

The doctor told Mary that she needed to cut the medication altogether.

So, her impossible choice was between dying from liver damage or risking a heart attack or stroke due to high blood pressure.

That's when she heard about my grandfather, who prescribed her a little known natural plaque remover that will melt away the deadly cholesterol deposits from your arteries. Less plaque, lower blood pressure-simple as that.

This powerful remedy is made from the berries of the Hawthorn tree.

My grandfather would gather them in late October. Then you need to remove the seeds because they contain a very small amount of amygdalin, which can be dangerous in large doses.

After that, you need to add water and blend the mixture.

Place the mix on a tray, and let it dry at 200℉ with the oven door open. Or use a dehydrator if you have one. You'll need to leave them for only 8 to 10 hours. My grandfather would dry them in the sun. But, of course, this took him days.

The powder can be put in capsules or mixed with water and taken orally for two months to completely cleanse your blood vessels.

With my grandfather's remedy, Mary stopped taking her blood pressure medication, and in a few months, her liver regenerated.

The pioneers called the berries of this tree Red Beak because of the bird that often hid among them.

But these 3 lost remedies are just the tip of the iceberg. Because what I'm about to show you now will dwarf them by comparison.

After my grandfather's funeral, I went to the house that had been my childhood paradise.

His now empty room had one wall covered with pictures of me growing up.

There was one from when my grandfather took me horseback riding for the first time. And one where he taught me how to shoot his rifle. Then another one from when we set up a big campfire to keep the wild boars from eating our crops. It didn't help; they still devastated our corn. But I surely loved that large fire and the marshmallows we cooked that night. We were so happy back then.

That's when it really hit me for the first time-I would never see or talk to my grandfather ever again.

And what I'll miss most of all-by far-are the times when we would go out to harvest the plants he needed for his medicines. Sometimes he would even send me out alone after giving me just his notebook filled with drawings. And I would always come back with a bag full of healing weeds.

On his nightstand, I found exactly his incredibly worn out notebook. The one he started with Aiyana during the Great Depression. The one that traveled with him during WWII and brought relief to American soldiers on the battlefield. The same notebook my grandfather brought with him when I had one foot in the grave. And the very same one that had helped thousands of other people. Some of them had conditions so severe their own doctors didn't know what to do. They all showed up on our doorstep: desperate mothers with their children, hopeless seniors plagued by chronic pain, and even bedridden people brought by their relatives. I've seen them all.

With my grandfather's passing, the world lost a great healer. My grandfather would never be able to help anyone anymore, but I decided his notebook will.

That's why I edited his old notebook so that anyone can take advantage of my grandfather's most powerful remedies. Instead of his drawings, I added real color pictures of the plants, so you can easily identify them. I also replaced his handwriting. At times it was difficult to make out, probably because some of the pages were written in the field and even in the midst of battle. But other than this, I left the information untouched. His manuscripts had stains of American blood from WWII on them. I printed those too, exactly as I found them.

After months of work and spending a great deal of time and money, I had it published.

In memory of my grandfather, I called it The Lost Book of Remedies: