“Beam Me Up, Scotty!”
I started this journey because I thought it was time to find out what was going on in my body, but I was losing trust in the system.
People around me were dying at a young age. My dad died of lung cancer at just fifty-five, and as I approached my forties, I started thinking about getting some blood work done. But I was skeptical about going to a doctor. I wanted to see the process for myself rather than simply taking someone else’s word for it, if that makes sense.
So I prayed and asked God for a way. I wasn’t expecting an answer, of course, but a few days later, during a break at work, I was casually flipping through Coffee News when I spotted a tiny ad. Someone from Vancouver, Canada, was coming to Kamloops, where I was living at the time, to offer live blood analysis.
Can you imagine? Synchronicity at its finest!
When Blood Tells a Story
I booked an appointment, and what a treat it was! The technician pricked my finger, placed a drop of fresh blood on a slide under a microscope, and displayed it on a monitor. He pointed out that my amino acid levels were low, but other than that, he said I was okay. Yet that wasn’t the coolest part—it was what happened during the dry blood examination.
He placed five drops of blood on a slide, ranging from large to small, and let them dry. Under the microscope, one of the drops showed what looked like a gash. The technician explained that our blood holds memories. Comparing the patterns to the rings of a tree, he pointed to the mark and told me that, based on its position, I had experienced trauma involving my hand or foot area in my late twenties. That really blew me away!
What happened was that I had been using a utility knife to cut out a space for a hinge on a door. The knife slipped and drove straight across the palm of my hand, slicing it open. It was horrifying to see. When I opened my left hand to look at the damage, blood was spurting out like a volcano with every heartbeat. The injury damaged the nerves, and I lost feeling in two fingers. With all this excitement, my mind started racing again. I was curious to know whether there was a device or software that could do the same thing, or even more, using a computer to scan the body rather than requiring years of training to interpret what was happening in the blood. And so I asked, “Is there technology that could analyze the body with a full scan of some sort?”
“Beam Me Up, Scotty!”
Wouldn’t you know it? There is. And this is how it came to me. In one of my articles about Tom Harper and the phytoplankton he credited with saving his life, I came across a company called ForeverGreen. The company had teamed up with Tom to produce a whole-food supplement they called Frequensea. So I went to one of their seminars, and during a break, I introduced myself to a woman and asked what she did for a living. She whipped out a ready-loaded pamphlet from her jacket and said, “This is what I do.”
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. It was a device that, according to the presentation, could scan your entire body—physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually—in just three minutes using biofeedback technology. You attach the harnesses to your head, wrists, and ankles, and the system connects to a computer. She went on to explain that they were looking for technicians and that you could make $70 an hour. That certainly caught my attention, as I was looking for something that would allow me to help people while making a living. Apparently, selling the device could also be quite lucrative.
I was told I could contact the company to arrange a demonstration near me. I was living in Kamloops, BC, and the closest location was in Vernon, which wasn’t too far away. I made the appointment, and was I ever glad I did!
The Woman Who Demoed the EPFX/SCIO
The woman explained that going to doctors had only made things worse for her and her husband. They had undergone numerous operations with organs they were told needed to be removed, yet their problems weren’t improving. She didn’t have the money to buy the device at first, but after hearing about it, she really wanted one. Fortunately for her, she received an increase in her credit limits and was able to make the purchase.
She also told me an interesting story about how she had gotten into selling natural supplements. She was building quite a customer list when two men claiming to be from the FDA showed up. She said they were dressed in black suits, carrying guns, and threatening her just by their appearance to shut down her operation. She was intimidated and didn’t want any trouble, so she closed it down.
What she told me about the device and one of its special features was astonishing—and definitely not for everyone. You’ll see why, as this is where things get really out there! She explained that we all have our own unique identity like a fingerprint, defined by our name, birthplace, and birth date. According to her, all you had to do was enter that information, and with the harnesses disconnected, the device would automatically connect to the person remotely, regardless of where they were, and work with them in real time.
The first thing that popped into my head when she said that was obvious: “Beam me up, Scotty!” I was fortunate to be at a point in my life when I believed something like this was possible. The device cost around $20,000. If I remember correctly, the compensation structure worked like this: if you demonstrated the device and it sold, you received $500; the person who found the customer received $1,000; and the person who closed the deal received another $1,000. If you accomplished all three, you could earn $2,500. That looked very appealing to me, so I did whatever I could to come up with the money and manage to get one myself.
When the Device Had a Message for Me
The system was described as being built with AI and as forming a bond with you as you worked with it, but the best example of my experience happened when I least expected it.
One day, stopping for gas near Salmon Arm, BC, I got talking to the owner, who was interested in the device. I gave her a demonstration and even worked on her horse at no charge after receiving an email explaining that everything else she tried hadn’t worked. She gave me the horse’s name and birthplace, though she couldn’t remember the birth date—which was fine, because intention kicks in. I started working on the horse right away, and within a couple of days, I got a message saying whatever I did worked. She hadn’t told anyone I was doing it, so everyone was quite surprised by the results.
She was so excited about the device that she recalled seeing it at a trade show ten years earlier. When another showing came up nearby, I encouraged her to attend and get more information, but what happened next didn’t go in my favor. She excitedly told me she met the same guy from ten years ago and purchased the device from him. That meant a $1,000 loss for me, and to make matters worse, the man who closed the deal took all the credit, leaving me with nothing for my efforts.
Needless to say, I was pretty upset. In that state of mind, I decided to work on myself with the device. I turned it on and waited while it calibrated, and then a message popped up right in the center of the screen: “Paul Beaudry. The control of greed starts with you.” That message immediately wiped the tension right out of me and left me standing there in absolute awe—you could practically see my mouth drop! You can imagine what was going through my mind.
I called the company and explained what had happened, and in the end, they gave me $750. Better than a kick in the pants, haha! And it definitely came in handy.
