A Simple and Effective Home Remedy for Healing the Lungs

“Mom, this remedy sounds like an old wives fable, but you could try it.”

I was speaking to my mother by phone in 1997 from our large library, reading to her from an herbal book, Miracle Medicine Herbs by Richard Lucas, which described a weird-sounding poultice that was supposed to help lung function.

My mother was in Florida, caring for her father, my dearly-loved grandfather.

He had pneumonia, and his lungs were 80% full of fluid. He was 86.

They had already tried the drugs the doctor suggested, and he had gotten worse, not better.

He was on the verge of death.

“I will try anything right now,” my mother said.

They put a garlic poultice on my grandfather’s feet for three consecutive nights, and incredibly all the lung fluid was GONE!


In 2011 we used this same unusual garlic poultice again, to help save my older sister’s life.

My thumbs became blistered and raw from peeling so many cloves of garlic, as I poulticed her feet every night for five long weeks…but the fluid from a raging infection in her body, caused by an enormous 35-pound ovarian tumor, receded.

She did finally agree to have major surgery to remove the tumor, but her body was strong and her liver was clean.

Her life was spared.


Once more, in 2015, I used a garlic poultice for someone very ill, and finally diagnosed with five dental abscesses.

This garlic poultice helped bring the infections down, and they lived.


You can laugh and scoff, but garlic can help save lives.

It works marvelously and seemingly miraculously on the lungs through the soles of the feet. 

The soles of our feet and palms of our hands contain electrical meridians connected to all parts of the body.

And yes, this poultice does smell “to high heaven”, but why care about the awful smell when people you love, who are very sick, get better when they use garlic, internally and externally?

I’m writing this blog because this is the home remedy I would use if I had a family member or loved one in respiratory distress of any kind - asthma, chest colds, sinus issues, Covid-19 corona virus, flu, pneumonia, coughs, etc.

Due to the Covid-19 reports coming from Italy and China, and around the world, this remedy may help save someone’s life, especially if they are unable to obtain medical treatment due to the large numbers of infections.

Disclaimer: I am NOT a medical doctor, and therefore this is a SUGGESTION ONLY!

Also, I strongly suggest everyone CALM DOWN. 

Fear affects the Immune System negatively!! 

Guilt can also depress the immune system, so it is important to get your heart right with our Father in Heaven through our Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ. 

Our Creator knows just how long each one of us has left to live, and at some point we each must recognize He controls our lives.

Very Simple Tools Needed:

1. Two Bulbs of Garlic – one for each foot, per night

2. Olive Oil or other vegetable oil, needed to oil each foot before the poultice is applied, so the garlic oil doesn’t burn the skin.

3.  Two White Cotton Handkerchiefs, or a piece of white cotton sheet. Don’t use colored material, it has dyes.

4. One pair of white cotton socks, used to cover the poultice and hold it on the foot overnight.

5.  A cutting board, and a knife.

How to Assemble the Garlic Poultice:

Break the garlic cloves off the bulb, press each clove firmly onto the cutting board with the flat side of the knife to loosen the skin, and peel each clove.

Then thinly slice each clove. 

This takes only about 5-10 minutes.

Place the garlic slices in the middle of the cloth/handkerchief in the shape and size of the bottom of the intended foot.

My apologies for the un-ironed and stained fabric, I couldn't find anything else to use and was trying to get this blog written!

Fold up the top and bottom of the cloth.

Fold the sides, so you now have a “garlic burrito”.


Don’t forget this step or the garlic oil can blister the skin. 

I actually forgot this step for an hour or so, hence no oiling photo, and felt my foot heating up...so I just pulled off the entire thing, rubbed on some almond oil, and put it all back on. It wasn't a problem because I didn't leave it on all night.

Then carefully flip the poultic over, and place the THIN-fabric side of the “burrito” against the bottom of the foot. 

This poultice is too short for my very big foot - you actually want the length to match your foot size, so the toes also connect with the garlic.

You can use a thin strip of cloth to bind the poultice on, too, if you have one, as it helps hold the poultice in place. 

Try to have the garlic all over the bottom of the foot and toes.

Cover the poultice with the white cotton sock. 

Repeat these instructions for the second foot.

Do this nightly on each foot until labored breathing symptoms subside.

Soak and wash the poultice cloths and socks the next day, using them or another set of cloths and socks the next night. 

If sick people are critical, I'd apply the poultice again in the morning, and keep it on 24-hours-a-day.


Garlic is anti-viral, anti-biotic, anti-fungal, and anti-parasitic. It is a natural diuretic and gives you energy.

Ancient Greek wrestlers ate garlic before they wrestled. 

In World War I, the Russian Army used garlic to treat wounded soldiers.

If you or someone you love has a lung infection, give this easy and inexpensive garlic poultice a try.

I have partial-Italian ancestry and try to grow a large 300-bulb bed of garlic annually. 

Garlic is my main "go-to herbal remedy" when I am sick, because taking handfuls of minced garlic several times a day helped save my life when I was twenty-two years old. 

I had nearly died from pancreatitis and my digestive organs shutting down due to several factors - among them overwork and inorganic chemical exposure.

Garlic is NOT a remedy for everyone, internally. 
Some people despise garlic and their stomachs do not handle eating large quantities. 

However, this garlic poultice used externally on the feet worked very well on my older sister, and she is one who does NOT do well taking garlic by mouth.

Garlic is helpful to have on-hand for illness situations like we are experiencing right now, worldwide.

May the people affected around the world by the Covid-19 virus, as well as the flu or pneumonia, have a complete and speedy recovery of their physical health. 

Your friend in health and healing,


Now Thank We All Our God

1.  Now thank we all our God 
with heart and hands and voices, 
who wondrous things has done, 
in Whom this world rejoices; 
who from our mothers' arms 
has blessed us on our way 
with countless gifts of love, 
and still is ours today.

2. O may this bounteous God 
through all our life be near us, 
With ever joyful hearts 
and blessed peace to cheer us, 
And keep us in his grace, 
and guide us when perplexed, 
And free us from all ills 
in this world and the next. 

3. All praise and thanks to God 
the Father now be given, 
The Son and Him Who reigns, 
who Them in highest heaven 
The one eternal God, 
whom earth and Heaven adore; 
For thus it was, is now, 
and shall be evermore.

~ Hymn text by Martin Rinckart, c. 1636

Translated from the German language by Catherine Winkworth

Martin Rinckart (1586-1649) was born in Eilenburg, Germany - a small city near Leipzig, which in the 20th century ended up behind the Iron Curtain in East Germany for several decades.

Rinckart studied for the Lutheran ministry, and was called to serve as pastor of the church at Eilenburg, his home town.   He arrived there just before the beginning of the Thirty Years War, a war that devastated Germany in general and Eilenburg in particular.  Being a walled city, Eilenburg became a place of refuge and soon became badly overcrowded, rendering it susceptible to disease.  The plague of 1637 decimated the town, killing 8,000 people, including Rinckart’s wife.  Rinckart often conducted forty or fifty funerals a day for plague victims.

It seems incongruous that a hymn like “Now Thank We All Our God” should come out of such circumstances.  However, Rinckart wrote the first two stanzas, not as a hymn for public worship, but as a table grace for his family.  At the end of the war, his hymn was sung to celebrate the signing of the Peace of Westphalia — the treaty that ended the war.

But we would know nothing of this hymn except for the good work of Catherine Winkworth, an English woman who translated many German hymns into English — this hymn and “Christ the Lord is Risen Today” being the best known."

— Copyright 2006, Richard Niell Donovan

Psalm 116

I love the Lord, because he hath heard my voice and my supplications.
Because he hath inclined his ear unto me,
therefore will I call upon him as long as I live.
The sorrows of death compassed me, 
and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
Then called I upon the name of the Lord;
Lord, I beseech thee, deliver my soul.
Gracious is the Lord, and righteous; yea, our God is merciful.
The Lord preserveth the simple: I was brought low, and he helped me.
Return unto thy rest, O my soul;
for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee.
For thou hast delivered my soul from death,
mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
I will walk before the Lord in the land of the living.
I believed, therefore have I spoken: I was greatly afflicted:
I said in my haste, All men are liars.
What shall I render unto the Lord for all his benefits toward me?
I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord.
I will pay my vows unto the Lord now in the presence of all his people.
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.
Lord, truly I am thy servant; I am thy servant,
and the son of thine handmaid: thou hast loosed my bonds.
I will offer to thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving, 
and will call upon the name of the Lord.
I will pay my vows unto the Lord now in the presence of all his people.
In the courts of the Lord's house, in the midst of thee, O Jerusalem. 
Praise ye the Lord.

Inviting People to a Table of Love

“I’m Kolach, I’m black, I’m evil, I’m evil!!” He pointed to his heart.

I had asked this man his name, and his reply startled me. 

He was smoking a stub of marijuana and he was so emphatic about his heart condition I felt a twinge of fear. 

Yet I have not been given a spirit of fear. I had been commissioned with the job of inviting homeless men and women to attend a dinner that night, planned especially for people who live on the streets of New York City by an organization called Don’t Walk By.

People who have been rejected a lot, and those who reject themselves, tend to reject others – that way, they reject you first, so they don’t have to feel so bad if you reject them. 

I know this because I’ve done it myself. 

The key is not to get scared, but to be bold and kind, and walk toward them, not away. 

He was bluffing to some degree, and the spirit of God inside me was stronger.

I stepped closer to Kolach and looked into his brown eyes, seeing how bloodshot the whites were

“Where were you raised?” I asked him.

“Florida,” he said.

“Did you have brothers and sisters?” I asked.


“Were you the oldest, or the youngest, in the middle?”

“Oldest,” he said.

He didn’t look well at all. I could see he could barely stand up and was holding onto something next to him for balance. His front bottom teeth were black and stubby.

I invited him to the dinner but he refused the invitation saying wildly, “They don’t want me! I’m evil!”

“Jesus Loves You, He wants you,” I responded. 

“Why, why?!” he demanded to know.

“Jesus didn’t come to save the righteous,” I said to him, “He came to seek and save those who are lost, people like you.”

“But I’m evil, I’m black, I’m EVIL!” he insisted on returning to his story, the revolving record groove in his mind.

“Can I pray for you?” I asked him, reaching to take his hand.

Suddenly as I touched his hand, his voice changed from the insisting dark one to a plaintive cry, “Oh yes, pray for me, I am fighting for my life!”

I prayed for him fervently, asking our Father in heaven to deliver and save him.

He still didn’t accept our invitation to come to dinner at the Salvation Army in East Harlem. 

There were others going in this van, and he seemed at odds with them. Perhaps those were the people who sadly "didn't want him."

It was hard to walk away, and I’ve been thinking about Kolach this entire last week.

Cardinal in the Woods, 5x7 watercolor by Elise, 2017

New York City, 2009

When I was first living in NYC back in 2009, I would sometimes stop to speak with homeless people who were begging for coins. 

There was a bond I’d never felt before between us. Since I’d just lost my home of thirty years, I figured we had something in common. 

I had been so surprised by their kindness and by their encouragement. “You’re going to make it,” they told me, looking at the artwork on the tracts I gave them.

During those lonely months, living in an apartment by myself with no close friends in the city, I hung onto the truth of this verse:

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:

and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever. ~ Psalm 23:6

Because I have been so close to being homeless myself, God has given me a softer heart, and a desire to help people like Kolach. 

Except for the Grace of God, I could be on the streets, too.

Cardinal, 5x7 by Elise, 2017

NYC Relief Bus, 2020

A friend who was housing me on this trip signed us both up to volunteer for the Relief Bus on the first Saturday in February. 

I’m glad she introduced me to what the Relief Bus is doing.

When the day arrived she couldn’t go due to a family emergency, but I still went.

It was a very cold day and the bus was parked in the shade of a raised highway. 

I had neglected to wear my trusty snow pants, but they gave me a job inside the bus, where it was warmer, filling cups with hot tomato-based soup.

The Relief Bus goes to seven locations each week in NYC, giving out soup, bread, hot chocolate, and socks, plus prayer, to people in need of a hot meal and some encouragement.

After an hour serving soup, we were rotated and I moved to the rear of the bus, to first record details on an Ipad, then to give away socks, scarves, hats and mittens, and pray with people.

I have never worked in a homeless shelter or on the street in such a direct contact manner with specifically homeless people, but I really enjoyed praying with the people.

I’d ask what they wanted, and they would select a new, donated scarf, in the color that matched their coat or shoes. They all wanted free socks, because most were on their feet all day.

Then we asked if they desired prayer. If so, how could we pray for them?

They would give us their “street name”. One man said, “my name is Righteous.” Another said, “my name is Wise.”

One woman was both homeless and expecting a baby...she nearly passed out after I prayed for her and her child. She was understandably very anxious. 

I didn’t know at the time that I was being prepared for the next two weekends, when I would volunteer to serve with Don’t Walk By.

Don’t Walk By is an organization which has been working for the past twelve years to help homeless people in NYC. 

They host dinners four Saturdays each February, in different church facilities in the city, all over Manhattan.

Don’t Walk By – Indoors, 2020

I signed up to serve in Hospitality, indoors. When the day arrived it was an even more frigid Saturday outside than last week, so I was grateful to be inside.

For the first hour, I waited for people to sign up for different services, like medical, or NYC Relief, or HIV testing. 

But it seemed there was little work to do in that sphere. 

So, I asked my team leader and was switched to being a “runner”, taking free supplies upstairs to people who had ordered them.

We were giving out backpacks, socks, blankets, men’s and women’s hygiene kits, and winter coats, upon request.

After giving out these items to the indicated person at their table, where they were being served a hot meal, I would kneel down and ask them if they would like to be prayed for and with. And what did they need prayer for?

I was so grateful to have had preparation the previous Saturday!

I prayed for Brittany’s health, Eugenia’s friend in hospital, Helen’s housing, and for work for Joshua, and for many others. 

Praying was definitely my “place” that night. I love to pray with people!

Joshua told me he had previously prayed for Christ to forgive and save him, so I asked had he dedicated his life to the LORD? No, he had not. Would he like to do that? I shared with him what this meant. Yes, he said, he would like to dedicate his life to God. So we prayed. He followed each sentence I said.

“Do you feel any different?” I asked him, after we had prayed. 

“Yes, now there is LIGHT where there was darkness!” came his reply.

I don’t know where this prayer will lead this man, but it was the best I could do in such a short time. He signed up to see someone about work with NYC Relief.

Don’t Walk By – Outdoors, 2020

I had had such a pleasant time working with a team, I signed up again for the final event on Saturday, February 22. 

All the Hospitality serving registrations were already taken, which meant I would learn what going out on the streets was like, speaking with and inviting people.

The training before the Outreach Teams went out was excellent:

All of us have needs, we just have different needs than those who live on the streets.

We are not going to do things “for” or “to” others, but “with” them.

We don’t call them “The Poor” or “The Homeless”. “The” separates us from them. 

They may be Homeless and Poor, but drop the “The”, we were instructed.

We are giving up Judgement and Shame. We are giving up Charity and Pity.

We let them choose. People who are homeless often don’t have any choice, so we are going to give them a choice – when to come, how to come, what to eat, what to select from the free supplies.

“Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff” is a great saying, but for Homeless men and women, the small stuff is often what really matters…


Our team went out for three hours, to walk around and cover a pre-determined section of streets, looking for homeless men and women to meet, speak with, and invite to come to a dinner that night.

We talked together as we walked the sunny streets. It was warmer than the other two Saturdays, and I was glad. Damp cold is colder than Vermont’s dry cold!

Some on the team pulled Spanish words out of their distant past, to try to converse with people we met. They’d said they didn’t know how to speak any Spanish, but somehow the words came back when needed!

These were mature, compassionate, kind-hearted people, unafraid of talking to strangers.

It was like the Biblical narrative, going into the streets to call people to a dinner.

And it reminded me of how Christ goes out to seek for the lost sheep, leaving the ninety-nine in the fold. 

I thought on His great love for me, continually calling me and seeking me out - one who resisted Him and His love, as a small child, wounded as I was by the emotional turmoil in our home. 

I had been unsure of what God would ask me to do, if I really gave my life and my heart to Him. I had lacked Trust in His great forgiveness and Love.

My fears were unfounded. 

Our Father in heaven has been Faithful, Dependable and Present, amid my life’s many trials and the many periods of agonizing and seemingly endless waiting for answers to my heart’s questions and desires.


We found five or six people who accepted our invitation. 

One group of three people were sitting in the sunshine, and we nearly didn’t recognize them as Homeless. One woman saw my name sticker and called it out, as I turned to look at her. They were all very pleased to go!

I felt like they were all waiting - for someone to see them, and to care.

Volunteers in vans would come and pick people up, because we were thirty blocks – 1.5 miles – north of the dinner location.

One man’s street name was “Price” – “because everyone has their price”, he said.

He asked for financial help. 

I asked if he wanted to hear my story. He did, so I told it, very briefly.

He chose not to attend the dinner that night, but I enjoyed our conversation.


Homeless people constantly asking me for money on the street and on the metro has been one of the hardest things about my trips to NYC. 

I was grateful to be able to help people in need in a small, material way. 

I was honored to work alongside the others on my team, and honored to meet Homeless people made in the image of God, people He loves and cares about just as much as He did Lazarus, the man with the open sores in the Biblical parable.

It seemed a better use of time than attending another seminar about aspects of the Bible, or than going to hear John Milton’s Paradise Lost Off-Broadway – both invitations I turned down that night, to fulfill my commitment to Don’t Walk By.

239 guests were welcomed that night, and 377 meals were served onsite – this was the best turn-out in their twelve years of doing this outreach.

If you would like to make a donation to Don't Walk By, you may do it here: Click here to Donate.

Your painting friend, on mission in NYC in February,


Then said he also to him that bade him, When thou makest a dinner or a supper, call not thy friends, nor thy brethren, neither thy kinsmen, nor thy rich neighbours; lest they also bid thee again, and a recompence be made thee. But when thou makest a feast, call the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind: And thou shalt be blessed; for they cannot recompense thee: for thou shalt be recompensed at the resurrection of the just. ~ Luke 14:12-14

Then drew near unto him all the publicans and sinners for to hear him.

And the Pharisees and scribes murmured, saying,

This man receiveth sinners, and eateth with them.

And he spake this parable unto them, saying,

What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?

And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing.

And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.

I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance.

~ Luke 15:1-7


I am sought of them that asked not for me; I am found of them that sought me not: I said, Behold me, behold me, unto a nation that was not called by my name.

~ Isaiah 65:1


But Esaias is very bold, and saith, I was found of them that sought me not; I was made manifest unto them that asked not after me.

~ Romans 10:20


And Jesus entered and passed through Jericho. And, behold, there was a man named Zacchaeus, which was the chief among the publicans, and he was rich. And he sought to see Jesus who he was; and could not for the press, because he was little of stature. And he ran before, and climbed up into a sycamore tree to see him: for he was to pass that way. And when Jesus came to the place, he looked up, and saw him, and said unto him, Zacchaeus, make haste, and come down; for to day I must abide at thy house. And he made haste, and came down, and received him joyfully. And when they saw it, they all murmured, saying, That he was gone to be guest with a man that is a sinner. And Zacchaeus stood, and said unto the Lord; Behold, Lord, the half of my goods I give to the poor; and if I have taken any thing from any man by false accusation, I restore him fourfold. And Jesus said unto him, This day is salvation come to this house, forsomuch as he also is a son of Abraham. For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost. 

~ Luke 19:1-10

And after these things he [Jesus] went forth, and saw a publican, named Levi,

sitting at the receipt of custom: and he said unto him, Follow me.

 And he left all, rose up, and followed him.

And Levi made him a great feast in his own house:

and there was a great company of publicans and of others that sat down with them.

But their scribes and Pharisees murmured against his disciples, saying,

Why do ye eat and drink with publicans and sinners?

And Jesus answering said unto them,

They that are whole need not a physician; but they that are sick.

I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.

~ Luke 5:27-32


And a certain scribe came, and said unto him, Master, I will follow thee whithersoever thou goest.

And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests;

but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.  

~ Matthew 8:19-20


Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.

In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so,

I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.

And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself;

that where I am, there ye may be also.

~ John 14:1-3


Rescue the Perishing

1.       Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
Weep o’er the erring one, lift up the fallen,
Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.

o    Refrain:
Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.

2.       Though they are slighting Him, still He is waiting,
Waiting the penitent child to receive;
Plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently;
He will forgive if they only believe.

3.       Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter,
Feelings lie buried that grace can restore;
Touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness,
Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

4.       Rescue the perishing, duty demands it;
Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide;
Back to the narrow way patiently win them;
Tell the poor wand’rer a Savior has died.

A hymn by Frances J. Crosby, c. 1869


I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever

~ Psalm 23:6





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