Knew you would get many emails so I did not email you. Just wanted to say so sorry for your loss, you crying on the day of honoring Dr. Peat broke my heart. Thanks for all you did to share Ray's work
without censoring . I hope you continue keeping his work alive
Hey Danny and thanks for this, I was thinking and hoping you had something (pref recordings) of you and Ray (with Giorgi in the background) just chatting away "off air". Just a few days before Ray passed I wrote him an email asking if he knew anything about Adenou Virus and possible protocols for treatment. My daughter had caught this mysterious virus the previous week. She healed up within a couple of days. And left me Realising that Ray is now gone
Really? Your first substack after his death is to put him in the worst possible light, zeroing in on some throwaway comment he said to humor you? You're the one who keeps bringing up the Rothchilds. You're obsessed and you got him in a moment when the world as we knew it was falling apart. It's a real detriment to his legacy that you choose to highlight this.
Danny add me on linkedin I have a lot of doctors and pathologists that have a lot of important things to say for possible interviews. Sorry for our loss, but I know you were closer to him. Thank you for turning me onto ray peat.
Hey, thanks for the post. Very insightful. The other day I was listening to the call in portion of your farewell Ray show and at about 2:05 a woman mentions some kind of wash or rinse Ray told her about to help with GURTS/stomach acid - any idea what that was? Have a family member who struggles with the issue
Hey Danny,
Knew you would get many emails so I did not email you. Just wanted to say so sorry for your loss, you crying on the day of honoring Dr. Peat broke my heart. Thanks for all you did to share Ray's work
without censoring . I hope you continue keeping his work alive
Hey Danny and thanks for this, I was thinking and hoping you had something (pref recordings) of you and Ray (with Giorgi in the background) just chatting away "off air". Just a few days before Ray passed I wrote him an email asking if he knew anything about Adenou Virus and possible protocols for treatment. My daughter had caught this mysterious virus the previous week. She healed up within a couple of days. And left me Realising that Ray is now gone
So glad you posted this, it was a great read! Definitely adding agmatine to my home made hair spray.
Thank you, Danny. I learned a lot, as always.
Very nice! Thanks, Danny.
The Deserted Village
Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way,
With blossomed furze unprofitably gay,
There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule,
The village master taught his little school;
A man severe he was, and stern to view;
I knew him well, and every truant knew;
Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned;
Yet he was kind; or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault.
The village all declared how much he knew;
'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too;
Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage,
And even the story ran that he could gauge.
In arguing too, the parson owned his skill,
For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thundering sound
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around,
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew
That one small head could carry all he knew.
But past is all his fame. The very spot
Where many a time he triumphed is forgot.
Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high,
Where once the signpost caught the passing eye,
Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired,
Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retired,
Where village statesmen talked with looks profound,
And news much older than their ale went round.
Imagination fondly stoops to trace
The parlour splendours of that festive place:
The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnished clock that clicked behind the door;
The chest contrived a double debt to pay, –
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day;
The pictures placed for ornament and use,
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose;
The hearth, except when winter chilled the day,
With aspen boughs, and flowers, and fennel gay;
While broken teacups, wisely kept for show,
Ranged o'er the chimney, glistened in a row.
Vain transitory splendours! Could not all
Reprieve the tottering mansion from its fall!
Oliver Goldsmith
Thank you Danny. This is priceless ❤️ Priyanka
Looks like the lad barons are still at it… taking away land from the farmers that is: https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/dutch-govt-attempts-forcibly-close-3000-farms-comply-green-agenda
Hi Danny,
Is there just a transcript or does it come with a recording?
Really? Your first substack after his death is to put him in the worst possible light, zeroing in on some throwaway comment he said to humor you? You're the one who keeps bringing up the Rothchilds. You're obsessed and you got him in a moment when the world as we knew it was falling apart. It's a real detriment to his legacy that you choose to highlight this.
Danny add me on linkedin I have a lot of doctors and pathologists that have a lot of important things to say for possible interviews. Sorry for our loss, but I know you were closer to him. Thank you for turning me onto ray peat.
Hey, thanks for the post. Very insightful. The other day I was listening to the call in portion of your farewell Ray show and at about 2:05 a woman mentions some kind of wash or rinse Ray told her about to help with GURTS/stomach acid - any idea what that was? Have a family member who struggles with the issue
I do, however, appreciate that you did his memorial when he clearly didn’t have family that cared enough to even let his fans know he passed.