POPPA BEFORE COLORIZATION AND YOUTHIFICATION	POPPA AFTER YOUTHIFICATION (Notice the nearly empty gallon container of Nectar behind Poppa’s head in the picture.)

INTRODUCTION:

These astounding authentic unretouched photographs, similar to the previously revealed photos of Momma Glenda—never before revealed to the public—show the powerful youthification possibilities of what I call "NECTAR." I call this formulation "nectar" because of the phrase "the nectar of the gods." It is possible that the Greek and Roman gods of yore were not really gods but merely humans who had access to a formula similar to the youthification nectar. Perhaps certain humans in those long ago times discovered a formula similar to "nectar" which gave them powers of good health and longevity, far superior to that of the normal human of that time. The powers of these "gods" were probably not as powerful as told in the stories we hear about them, but were probably exaggerated over time just as we today exaggerate the stories of Davie Crocket, George Washington, Bruce Wayne, or Clark Kent. Just as the fabled Lost City of Atlantis and the Ancient Lighthouse of Alexandria eventually disappeared, so too did the secret formula for "the nectar of the gods" when these ancient "gods" eventually departed this life, sometimes at the hands of another "god."

There may be many such formulas as yet undiscovered. The following is the story of the secret youthification formula discovered, lost, found, and slowly developed in the Momma Glenda family over a period of nearly a hundred and fifty years.

EARLY DISCOVERIES:

Grandpa was born in a remote Alabama county in 1842 near a little town called Eliska. No one knows what happened to his parents and his sister-probably died in a plague or maybe got "gold fever" and went west--but at the beginning of the Civil War Grandpa (who wasn't, of course, Grandpa then but just a young man) joined the Confederate Army. He saw action as a private in a light artillery company at the famous Battle of Shiloh, or the Battle of Pittsburg Landing as yankees call it. In the army he was exposed to various "home remedies" and to the medical arts as it existed at that time. Towards the end of The War he became a deserter because there weren't enough interesting things to do in the army--I guess they hadn't invented the internet yet. Immediately after The War he occupied his time riding river boats, gambling I would assume, where he met an even wider variety of practitioners of the healing trades (not to mention a shady card dealer or two). In the early 1870s he got off the river boat, met and m arried Grandma (who wasn't Grandma then, of course, but later became her). They settled down in her home town (because that is where her father gave them some land to live on), and he became a respected member of the community, making his money by providing wood for the steam boats that plied the local rivers in great numbers at that time. Although he was poor at first, Grandpa steadfastly refused to request any military pension from the government, mainly because the Confederate government didn't have any money, and he wouldn't have been entitled to any of it anyway. But as a result of his hard work and good business sense, his business prospered, and he came to live a comfortable life. He owned several thousands of acres of woodland at one time, not to mention the cash money he had. He became politically connected to some degree and was appointed the local justice of the peace. So what, you say. What does this have to do with youthification? It just establishes that Grandpa was an intelligent, inquisitive, and hard working fellow who had been around and who came in contact with a lot of people. At that time, in the small town where he lived in lower Alabama, there were ethnic people of many kinds, for example Native American, French Creole, French non-Creole, non-French Creole, German, Spanish, former slaves some of whom were originally from Africa, and many others. There was every manner and style of people who were close to the land and who had knowledge of the natural medicinal and curative powers of plants, roots, and seeds of every type and description. Because of his trusted position in the community, he was able to acquire little bits and pieces of information about the natural powers and effects of these substances. The famous traveling medicine shows were also popular in those days. These especially held a fascination for Grandpa. He thought that he could come up with something as good as, or better than, what these charlatans had to offer. Since he had become a man of some means, he had the spare tim e and money to entertain this research as a hobby. He pieced together and cataloged all the stories, superstitions, and information he heard from all the people he met. Many of these people practiced VooDoo, Black Magic, mumbo-jumbo, alchemy, hara-kari, and who knows what else. But instead of approaching the use of these naturally occurring chemicals as supernatural stimulants he took an organized, analytical, scientific approach. He became a close personal friend of the local medical doctor, building an office and a small house for him next to his own. They often sat and had technical discussions of medicines and such, the doctor being the only person in the area able to talk to Grandpa on a relatively equal scientific level. He tried many formulas and eventually came up with his own secret formulations. Like any true researcher, he was his own guinea pig, trying (at some risk, I might add) each potion he brewed. He would take his latest formulation three times per day, much in the way that some people drink tea. After about a week he would evaluate whether he felt better than he did the week before. If the formula made him sick (which it did on many occasions) or if it was so nasty to taste that he couldn't tolerate it, he would not continue the test and would move on to something else. In his research, for example, he came across several formulas that instantly induced vomiting, but he couldn't figure any reason why someone would want to vomit on purpose so he put them aside. After many years, and perhaps hundreds of combinations and variations of ingredients, he came up with about the best concoction he could find. While he continued trying every variation he could imagine throughout his life, he never was able to improve upon this one formula. He kept carefully organized notes and each trial was documented to keep him from repeating anything he had already tried. I have all those notes. If anyone needs a formula for instant nausea, I don't think Grandpa would mind if I gave you that secret. His best formula at any given time was always kept separate from the others. I, obviously, cannot and will not divulge this well kept secret. I will say that there are several aspects to the overall formula that are absolutely necessary for it to work. Just like the recipe for a cake, the formula for Nectar contains the ingredients, the relative amount of the ingredients, the preparation procedures, and-very, very importantly-the fact that certain of the ingredients must be harvested at exactly the right time of the year or they will not have the potency to work. In the winter certain trees and plants become dormant. In preparation for this dormancy they store a large amount of concentrated substances in their roots, much more concentrated than when they are growing. Thus these certain roots must be obtained in the late fall while these special ingredients are at their highest level of concentration and potency.

Grandpa died in 1928 at the age of 86. The cause of death was influenza, a virus. In other words, he didn't die of what is normally thought of as old age problems such as stroke, heart attack, or cancer; he didn't have Alzheimer's, didn't have brittle bones, etc. Remember that this was at a time when the average life expectancy of people was less than 50 years. But Grandpa's formula wasn't perfect. He did show some signs of aging, although at 86 he was still mentally and physically active. But the best his formula could do was to slow down the aging process, not stop it. His formula would cause any physical injury to heal more quickly than normal. He was not, however, totally immune to normal ailments and discomforts, such as caused by infections, indigestion, or the loss of blood due to the passage of hot lead through a vital organ.

THE NEXT GENERATION:

Grandpa and Grandma had seven children. All eventually married and moved into their own homes except for one girl, who did not marry but remained at home, and the oldest child, a boy, who died of some unspecified disease at the age of 19. The boy, Maurice, was said to have large nostrils and we all know what that means. (If you don't, see the joke page. Auntie was at home and at Grandpa's death bed when that nasty old influenza virus finally did him in. Before he passed away he told Auntie the secret of his long life, i.e. the Nectar, and where she could find his secret formula. He always kept it in his safe in an odd octagonal shaped metal box. Being his child and having an independent and adventurous nature of her own, she had no reticence in trying the nectar. The fact that she didn't have anything else to do was purely secondary. At the proper time of the year she gathered, or had gathered, the necessary ingredients, followed the recipe, and drank her first cup of Nectar. As Grandpa had experienced nearly forty years before, she also fel t a slow but sure embetterment of health. She had fewer colds, she slept better, and was more alert. Mosquitos, ants, and red bugs (and, yes, even the dog) still bit her, but the bites healed more rapidly. Grandma was still alive at that time and so Auntie fixed the Nectar for her too, but never told her that it came from a special secret recipe given to her by Grandpa on his death bed. Grandpa had never shared his secret even with Grandma, but she readily drank the Nectar since Grandpa had also been fixing it for her all those years. Unfortunately Auntie had not accumulated a sufficient quantity of those ingredients that must be gathered at exactly the right time of year. So once these ingredients were gone that year there could be no more Nectar until the next year. During those times when there was no Nectar, she and Grandma suffered noticeable slippages in their vigor and stamina. Wine, of course, has been stored in bottles for thousands of years and bottled soft drinks, such as Coca Cola and root beer, were popular even in those days. So Auntie hit on the idea of bottling Grandpa's Nectar. In this way she could gather all the ingredients at the proper time, make up a huge batch, and conveniently store it for future use. This, she reasoned, would be considerably more convenient than mixing up all those separate ingredients every time she or Grandma wanted some Nectar. Auntie, being a woman of her times, had very little scientific knowledge or understanding of chemistry or biology. She did not understand that organic substances held in a bottle for a year or more would undergo certain chemical changes. She knew that wine got better with age so maybe Nectar would too. Consequently she made no accommodations to preserve her bottled Nectar. As that year passed, unlike vintage wine, the Nectar slowly, almost imperceptably, lost its punch. By year's end Auntie and especially Grandma were fee ling pretty tired by the end of the day. When the bottles were newly filled the results had been quite different. At last the year was over and it was time to make a new batch of Nectar. With the bottled youthification formula now working at about zero strength and Auntie gaining in age, it was a strenuous task for her. When it was finally done and the new Nectar was sampled, Auntie and Grandma soon regained their previous vigor. Auntie wasn't scientific, but she wasn't stupid either. Seeing the results of the new batch, she reasoned that the bottled Nectar was losing its strength over time. She consulted with the doctor, who still lived next door, and he provided her with some information about preservatives. It took several years of trial and error before she was able to get the right combination of preservatives that worked. Unfortunately during that time, with the ups and downs of the effects of the product, Grandma also died. She was 89 years old. But, the demise of Grandma notwithstanding, the wait was worthwhile. It so happened that the preservative Auntie finally hit upon, working along with the other ingredients in the Nectar, actually did improve the strength of the nectar as it sat in the bottle. But the increase in strength was still not enough to totally stop the aging process. So these were the contributions to the improvement of the Nectar made by Auntie-she developed the ability to store a supply of Nectar by bottling. She also found a way to preserve and actually improve the Nectar's efficacy by the addition of the proper preservatives, which she dutifully wrote down on the secret formula papers.
 
 

AND THE NEXT GENERATION:

Auntie died at the age of 95. Upon the death of Grandma, Auntie had inherited the old homeplace. Since she had never married and had no children, when she died she left the property and all its contents to her nephew. There had always been something mysterious about the old homeplace. It was almost like a haunted house. It was dark and old and unusually quiet, at least it was absent of human sounds. When you went to visit you only had access to certain places in the house like the kitchen, bathroom, and sitting room. Certain areas were off limits. There was a feeling that if Auntie wanted you to have access to a certain place she would specifically give permission. When Auntie was alive I only went once into one of the bedrooms and that was to change a lightbulb for her. When Nephew came into possession of the house, he had the feeling that Auntie had left something of value there for him. He thought it was something like old coins or jewelry or maybe a secret panel where there would be bars of gold. He di dn’t know just what, but he searched the house extensively trying to find whatever it was. He would often spent long hours sitting in each room of the empty house looking at the walls, the ceilings, and the floors and thinking, hoping he would see something or that he would think of something that could be of significant value. He went over every square inch of the house looking for secret latches or hidden doors. He rolled back the rugs in every room to see if there was a trap door or a box in the floor. He looked behind every picture. In the single upstairs room, which was never used during Auntie’s later years, he found all the same kind of things that each of us stores in our garages or attics such as old toasters that burn the toast and picture albums of long since forgotten people. He rummaged through all these, partially disassembling some of the things he found, hoping to find maybe jewels inside. And there were several boxes of papers with all kinds of recipe-looking formulations and notes which made no particular sense to Nephew. He wasn’t a cook, and he wasn’t going to learn on Auntie’s old recipes. The only thing of any lasting interest he came across was a metal box he had found in Auntie’s old safe. He brought it to me to help him see if it contained anything of value. The box contained some old deeds, some old tax records, a few sheets of well handled, barely readable old papers, and some old insurance company stock certificates. He thought that maybe there was some land somewhere that he didn’t know about or maybe the stock certificates were worth a fortune. He saw no use in the old papers; he had found boxes of similar papers in the upstairs room. I checked out the land at the courthouse and determined that all of it had been sold years before; I checked out the stock certificates and found that the company had gone bankrupt in the Great Depression so the stocks were worthless. I asked Nephew if I could keep the box since it was a good metal container that I wanted to use to store some of my own papers. It held nothing of value to him so he had no objection. Nephew spent 8 years looking through that old house and never found the valuable thing for which he was searching.
 
 

AND HERE WE ARE TODAY:

Nephew had a heart attack sitting in Auntie’s chair at the age of 72. His hair was grey, what there was of it, and he had severe arthitis in most of his joints, particularly his left knee. He was an old man at 72 and it showed.

A few weeks after Nephew’s death I read about people who collect old stock certificates. Even though they might not be worth anything for their stock value some people prize them for the intricate artwork appearing on the certificates. I thought of the stocks in the old metal box so I retreived it form my closet and took out the stock certificates. They had been put under the old papers that were also in the box. As I dug down to get the certificates my eyes fell upon the writing that was on the papers. At the top of the first sheet, in large handwritten lettering and underlined were the words: "BEST FORMULATION SO FAR --10/13/’90." I knew the '90 had to be 1890.  I'm not sure why, maybe Auntie or even Nephew whispered in my ear, but I started looking at those papers that looked like a collection of old recipes. Since one was clearly labeled "best formulation" I thought I'd give it a try. It looked like a really complicated way to make rootbeer. I had made rootbeer in my youth but all I needed was some sassafras roots, some yeast and some sugar. But I said what the heck, maybe it is really good rootbeer. Luckily it was the right time of the year for me to obtain the ingredients which the recipe very specifically said had to be harvested at that time of year. Had it not been the right time I might never have gone back to try the recipe. So I got the ingredients together and brewed a cup. After a couple sips I felt a tingly sensation all over, almost like cold chills, but they were warm chills--if you can image that. "Wow," I thought, "this is good stuff." So I had some the next day and for several days thereafter. The effect was astounding. My joints quit aching, my hearing got noticeably better, and I didn't reach for my reading glasses quite as often as I had before. Slowly it dawned on me what I had. Maybe the nectar itself helped my rejuvenated mind to pull that realization together. That same rejuvenated mind helped me to piece together the story I have told above from the family history I knew. I furthermore realized that Grandpa had died and Auntie had died--they died at an old age but they did die. So the forumula was the best but it wasn't perfect. So being of scientific mind myself, I started doing research of my own. I learned about anti-oxidents such as vitamin E;I learned about human growth hormone (HGH); I learned about DHEA; I learned about melatonin; and I learned about all the research going on in this area. I learned that no one of these ingredients worked completely, but I decided to use them as a starting point to try to improve the Nectar formula. I must admit that I am not as brave (or perhaps not as stupid) as Grandpa. I did not drink my experimental formulas until I had tested them on some lab rats. And lucky for me that I tested them first because quite a few of the rats did not survive the tests. At first I mixed the Nectar formula with full strength doses of various combinations of several of the popular modern ingredients. The rats loved the effects for a few minutes but in less than an hour they would be dead. I did notice that the rats lived longer when there were fewer ingredients in a particular formulation. This led me to speculate that perhaps there was an overdose going on. So I cut the amount of the substances in half. This extended the rats lives, but they still died soon. So I cut them in half again and so on. The rats lived longer and longer. Finally I reached a formulation where one rat did not die but, over a period of a few weeks, he actually began to shink in size. He was becoming younger. He continued regressing until he was so young that he was but a hairless embryo which soon died because he could not feed himself. What had apparently happened in the earlier experiments was that the youthification effects were so great that the rats died because their cells could not youthifize fast enough. It was then only a matter of time before I worked out the optimum combination of ingredients and dilution to produce the desired effect. I could then take an old rat, give him a few doses of the Nectar and he would become youthful again, continuing on toward rebirth. When I stopped the dosage, the rat would start to slowly age again. I made this rat go from baby to adult a dozen times. So then came the time when I tried it myself. When I drank the first cup of modernized Nectar I felt like I had taken Viagra all over my whole body. I jumped and kicked and scratched and ran around the old homestead like a colt. Momma Glenda thought I'd gone nuts. One day when the timing was right I told Momma Glenda about what I had discovered. At first she was skeptical. After all, over the years, she had been guinea pig to several of my well intentioned ideas, such as the time I put her in traction for a pain she had in her neck. It didn't cure her neck, but it made her about an inch taller. But she knew I had been working on something out in the barn for a long time and she knew that I wouldn't do anything that would hurt her too bad, so she finally admitted at least a little curiosity about it. When I had taken the Nectar for a few days and she noticed how good I was starting to look, she decided to take the risk. And as they say, the rest is history. The result is the transformation you have already observed on Momma Glenda's Homepage. And further testimony is shown in my own "before & after" photos at the top of this page.

THE FUTURE OF NECTAR
 
 

The success of Nectar is a combination of the old and the new. The old formula has natural ingredients that open up vitality receptors in the living organism (i.e. the human body) to accept the modern formulations created in the laboratory. It not only opens up the acceptance channels but it sensitizes them such that the effect of the modern formulations is amplified a thousand fold. A person doesn't have to take a handfull of pills as many people presently do. One without the other cannot succeed, but together, in proper proportions, the results are unbelievable. Wouldn't you agree that the results are unbelievable? You would think that a youthification formulation like Nectar would be as welcome as a cure for cancer. But the future of Nectar is not certain. Alas, I do not have the money to set up a large factory to produce it in sufficient quantity to supply it to everyone who would want it. I have gone to banks and other such institutions but, because Nectar's effects are so unbelieveable, no one will loan me the money I need to go into production. In the area where I live I can only get a small quantity of the natural ingredients required. So, unless I can find someone who will give me at least 5 million dollars in cash, no questions asked, it looks like Momma Glenda and I will be the only ones who will be able to retain our youth. So if you have a large amount of cash laying around needing a place to be invested, now is your chance to get in on the ground floor. You can see from the pictures that the formula works. If you can't believe stuff you read on the web, what can you believe? So send your pledges of money to my e-mail address, which is shown on the Homepage. I'll write back and tell you where you can mail the cash. I don't want anyone going in debt over this history-altering discovery, so credit cards won't be accepted. Large quantities of small denomination, unmarked bills are preferred. Please do not send coins.

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