HOW I BECAME A HOMEOPATH by THE LATE DR. J. TYLER KENT – Presented by Dr Robert Séror

HOW I BECAME A
HOMEOPATH
by THE LATE DR. J. TYLER KENT
Presented
by Dr Robert Séror

French
version

I
remember when I first learned from Hahnemann
that potenzid medicines would cure the sick that it seemed to me a mystery.

I had no knowledge upon which to found belief in such things.

I began to practice with the lower potencies and with crude drugs
attempting to carry out the law, but with these means I was able to cure
only superficial complaints.

My work was far from is factory, yet it was somewhat better than the old
things ; it was milder than physicking and purging and emesis.

Of course I rested upon my opinions and beliefs for my knowledge ; every
does that.

Later, I resolved to test the

30
th potency to see if there was y medicine in it, and I prepared with my own
hands the 30
th potency of Podophyllum
with water on the centesimal
scale, after the fashion of Hahnemann,
having been told that water was as good as alcohol.

This was during an epidemic of diarrhoea it looked like

Podophyllum,
but I had no courage to give the 30
th and still continued to use my stronger medicines.

One day a child was brought into my office in the mother’s arms.

She brought it in hastily, and it did not seem as if it could live long.

It was an infant, and while it lay in her arms a thin yellowish faecal
stool ran all over my carpet.

The odour struck as like that I had been reading about as the odour of
the

Podophyllum
stool ; it was horribly offensive,
stinking, and the stool copious that the mother made the remark that she did
not know where it all came from.

I said to myself, this is the case upon which to test

Hahnemann’s
30
th potency.

So I fixed up some of the

Podophyllum
30
and put it on the child’s tongue,
and sent the mother home, fearing at the child would soon die, as it was
very ill, face pinched and drawn, cadaveric, and it had a dreadful odour
about it.

Next morning, when making my rounds, I had to pass the house ; I expected
to see crape on the door.

I did not care to call, though I was very much worried about it, so I
drove past ; but there was no crape on the door.

I drove home again that way, although it was quite a distance out of the
way, and still there is no crape on the door ; but standing in the doorway
was the grandmother, who said :