After the last of my Conan yarns full of mystery, miracles and adventure, I began a greater, more miraculous adventure in my modern world of real life. My discovery wasn’t from rare ancient books, but from an obscure, long-since forgotten radio interview. That first tentative hint about living indefinitely has now become, for me, Living Infinitely.
Immortality! The ancient obsession of priests, pharaohs and alchemists, also the goal of countless pulp villains and madmen, has been to cheat death and aging’s sad decline, to live on forever. From a lucky inspiration at the crucial moment in my life, I stumbled on the secret.
So in my prime of health and strength at 48, I start to lag. It’s my 500-mile weekly commute to LA for high-paid computer writing work. In my weary vagabondage, I rent a Vagabond Inn room with a broken TV so I can write. And of course I switch on the radio. There, in the musings of a bestselling doctor, I hear that a key hormone component declines with age, but is available as a cheap, non-prescription pill in any drug store. My mind races, reversing cause and effect: do the hormones dwindle due to age damage, or is the body aging because of a programmed decline? So, I dodge across the street to Long’s Drugs and pick up a bottle for the morning, when the body makes hormones.
The effect next day is dramatic. Within minutes, unwrapping my boil-in-the-bag pastry, I feel my return of youthful energy and optimism. Over the next twenty-nine years I have to adjust my dose periodically, but it never fails to rejuvenate. The kids grow up; my wife, who didn’t believe in my miracle, dies of cancer; but I’m still young. I date, keep writing, relive my teens, fly to Cuba ten times to bring back a lovely young Guantanamera and marry her. And I’m still youthful, forty-ish at age 77, no end in sight.
Of course, no one believed me. But now the result is dramatic enough to proclaim it to the world. My manual DHEALTHY, Never Get Old, How I Live Infinitely Without Aging is on AMAZON and my pills for sale HERE.