Remembering and Mourning the Loss of a Great Man and Dear Friend:
BURTON GOLDBERG
 

It is with great sadness that I announce the death of my good friend, Burton Goldberg. He was kind enough to let me video him a few months ago as an approaching centenarian for my blog, MakeItTo120. You can see him talking about

aging HERE.

Burton started as a schmata salesperson in the garment district of NYC. He then became a successful restaurateur in Miami. He said that he was led into holistic health, serendipitously and fortuitously, for us, through a past girlfriend.

Burton was one of the first driving forces that greatly expanded my understanding of holistic health. More than thirty years ago, before holistic health had become a

household phrase, Burton published a magazine called Alternative Medicine. Newspapers and magazines were the only means we had, at that time, to get information about the holistic/alternatives-to-traditional-medicine world.

In one particular article, an MD living in the southwest, explained that he had found the source of his recurrent bronchial issues. He explained that he had used a device

called the Listen Machine, and it told him, in four minutes, that he was allergic to the substance that is put on the corks of wine bottles. As it happened, he understood the cause of the problem: he had a wine cellar in his basement. He immediately bought an air filtration system, and that night had the first good night's sleep he had had since he had moved into his house.

I determined that I had to find this device somewhere close to NY. But, as there was no internet yet, I didn’t know how I would even begin to look. And in one of those cosmic-synchrony-coincidences that make us feel awe in the face of powers seemingly beyond our own, the very next day, a new cancer patient walked into my office. I asked, as I always do with cancer patients, what she was doing about her

cancer. She explained that she was seeing a naturopathic doctor, Marvin Schweitzer, who had a frequency device called the Listen Machine.

Marvin became my, and my daughter’s main healing practitioner for many years, until I acquired my own, up-dated version of the original Listen Machine—my

Metatron, and now, its own updated version, the Matrix Decoder. I have seen many miraculous things with these energy devices, both in terms of accurate diagnostic

ability, as well as treatments. Burton was a firm believer in energy and what he called “electric” medicine. He said frequently that any healing practitioner who is

not availing themselves of these frequenct devices is practicing malpractice.

Burton routinely published articles like that first one that led me, and countless others, down the holistic path, increasing our knowledge base, expanding our vision of even what was possible. But he didn’t stop there. He became the author, or co-author, of 18 books on alternative medicine, all with 4-5 stars on Amazon, including:

Alternative Medicine: The Definitive Guide;

Take Control of Your Cancer;

The Definitive Guide to Heart Disease;

Alternative Medicine Guide to Depression and Anxiety;

Alternative Medicine Guide to Chronic Fatigue,
Fibromyalgia and Environmental Illness;

Natural Medicine Chest;

Heart Disease, Stroke, and High Blood Pressure;

Alternative Medicine Definitive Guide to Headaches;

Women's Health: Alternative Medicine Definitive Guides;

Sleep Disorders: An Alternative Medicine Definitive Guide;
Weight Loss: An Alternative Medicine Definitive Guide;
Magnet Therapy: An Alternative Medicine Definitive Guide

The Enzyme Cure;

Survive! A Family Guide to Thriving in a Toxic World;

and more.

As well, he produced four outstanding healthcare documentary DVD videos including:

Cancer Conquest: The Best of Conventional and Alternative Medicine (now in its 4th edition);

Ethical Stem Cells Now;

Curing Depression, Anxiety and Panic Disorder;

Addiction: Getting the Monkey Off Your Back.

Burton foreshadowed the now widely popular The Truth About Cancer series (produced by Ty Bollinger). Burton was also a strong advocate for better understanding of the toxic effects of vaccines, and in this, he presaged the work that has recently come to public visibility through the documentary film Vaxxed. He wrote an article about it, and, last year, asked that I publish it on my Musings. If you missed it, you can read it HERE.

Burton was loved, respected, appreciated, valued. We are a less rich world without him in it. Our love for him, too, must go out to his long-term girlfriend, Pearle, who I also have had the privilege of knowing. Burton met her several years ago, and they enjoyed a live-in relationship. Single women, don’t despair; they met on an online website. Pearle is an airline stewardess, and her position enabled Burton to travel

far and wide, at low expense.

I met him in NYC at the very sad occasion of the memorial for Nick Gonzalez, the renowned physician who was curing terminal, and seemingly incurable cancers, through his program of proteolytic enzymes. Burton had just flown in from Paris for the occasion. And shortly before his death, he had been traveling in Thailand. As the saying goes, you just can't keep a good man down. Burton loved to travel. and he loved being home with Pearle.

Burton’s closest friends gathered together on September 4 in a park in San Francisco to celebrate his 90th birthday. It was a glorious event. Burton was happy, and in good spirits. We all thought he had another ten good years. Truth be told, we might have even thought he was immortal.

Burton was one of a kind. He was a few decades ahead of his time, and helped to usher in a new era of how to think about health. In that endeavor, he was courageous, un-intimidated and an in-your-face New York kind of guy, with compassion, sensitivity, and an unbound sense of loyalty. It all showed in his great, loving eyes. The world, and I, will miss him.

The following is a message from Burton Goldberg's family:

IN LOVING MEMORY OF BURTON GOLDBERG

Burton Frederick Goldberg, the visionary, master healer, and a man who made magic wherever he went, passed away on November 13th, 2016 at the age of 90. Burton is survived by his daughter Abbey, son Blake, grandchildren Margaux, Ryan and Brittany; and his domestic partner Pearle.

Burton was born and raised in Paterson, NJ. He became a very successful builder and developer, including the famed Mutiny Hotel in Miami – a world renowned hotel and nightclub, frequented by the most influential names of the 1970s.
Later in life, he found his true passion for healing and became known as “The Voice of Alternative Medicine." He published and sold more than 1.5 million books throughout the 35 year revolution he lead around natural and preventive medicine. Most notably, he helped thousands of lives throughout his crusade.

Burton recently celebrated his 90th birthday amongst family and friends and it is this memory his family wishes to use to honor his life. He was truly one of a kind and those who knew him, will be forever changed. He will be missed greatly.

To learn more about the work of Burton Goldberg, please visit www.burtongoldberg.com.
 

Some kind words from Angela Suhar, of Face2Social, about what Burton Goldberg meant to her:

"It is with a heavy heart that we are all feeling the loss of our dear friend, mentor Burton Goldberg. He was my go to person when it came to alternative information especially regarding cancer.

"He was one of the first in the country  that understood the toxic effects of amalgams and silver fillings, or the toxic effects fluoride had, and how bad cell phones were for us.

"His work first came to play with his magazine Alternative Medicine, giving people new hope, and a new light way of dealing with old chronic issues. He opened a new world for so many people with his magazine and the groundbreaking information every single month. Then his great gift to all, The Alternative Health Bible, Definitive Guide.

"His passion for life, his zest for knowledge and his indefatigable spirit were present to his very last breath. I will miss him, my listeners will miss him, but the ground work he has laid out will be so valuable as we go forth. It was an honor and a pleasure to have him in my life for so many years. I feel  truly blessed."

New Spring Press is pleased to announce the launch of Dr. Nick Gonzalez's book, Conquering Cancer Volume One: 50 Pancreatic and Breast Cancer Patients on the Gonzalez Nutritional Protocol.

Dr. Gonzalez was finishing this book at the time of his unexpected death in July 2015. It is available from Amazon HERE.

Jane's new book, My Mother, My Daughter, My Self is out now, through Free Association Books, and is available to purchase
HERE.

“…incredibly moving and lyrically written… hugely ambitious—and altogether successful. Deserves attention of all those who are mothers and all those who have had mothers.”
            - Elizabeth Loftus, Ph.D.

“Read Jane’s words of wisdom and learn how to be a loving parent.”

                  - Bernie Siegel, M.D.​ 

“…a tour de force, a stunningly smart body of work that should be required reading for all mothers and all daughters.”
                  - Mimi Crowell, Ph.D.

Some kind words from another satisfied La Casa client:

"I actually discovered during my last colonic that my menstrual cramping and horrendous pain was 100% FROM STOOL. I got a colonic a few days before my period and I had zero cramping. I usually know exactly when it's coming - it's that bad - and since my colonic, I have no clue. All of a sudden I'm bleeding and I've had no pain. I've been telling all my friends to say goodbye to menstrual pain!"

Evelyne

READER'S COMMENTS
about the last edition of Musings: "Is a Little Radiation So Bad?"
 

From: Warren W

"You may know of the "vapor caves" in Montana. I forget exactly where, maybe near Helena, but 20 years ago I stumbled across them and, having time on my hands, checked into one for about a week or 10 days or so. You go into the cave for about an hour twice a day. I would go in and meditate. Had the whole place to myself. Stayed in one of the cabins that had a kitchenette. 
 

"I remember a more expensive one nearby that had an elevator going down God knows how many feet. Cave rooms had easy chairs and looked kinda like living rooms. The one I went to was primitive by comparison but cheaper. Lots of testimonials from mostly arthritics as I recall.
 

"I was not arthritic. Just did it to see how I'd feel. I didn't feel any better or worse."
 

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From: Leslie

"Since I haven’t yet read the book I bought (Because People are Dying), I read this article on hormesis with interest. However, I am confused a bit by the claims - in one case, it seems that a low dose (such as a radioactive stone in water) helps, and in another, a high dose is better (“relatively high background radiation” is better than low, and “total cancer mortality is inversely correlated with background radiation dose.”)
 

"Which is it, and what to do about it - go live closer to Indian Point nuclear facility? Also, what was the human healing machine, a Rife machine?"
 

Jane's Response

"Machine is PEMF, I bought it the next day after Lilly’s experience - $22,000. I get amazing results with it.
 

"I also have two new light devices that are stupendous. All these things rebuild rejuvenate on the cellular/mitochondria level. That’s where it’s at for bodily health – for restoration, as well as maintenance – for all afflictions since all afflictions have cellular dysfunction.
 

"Hi-level is man-made radiation.  You can live next to Indian Point with no fear unless it explodes. Radiation from the cosmos (either from below or above) is perfect dosage. It created life. And still creates life on an on-going basis."
 

To keep up with all the latest news about my books and writing projects, please "Like" my new professional page on Facebook,

HERE.
 

A brand new article about hormesis is now available at karger.com:
 

HORMESIS: A Fundamental Concept With Widespread Biological and Miomedical Applications

can be viewed
HERE.
 

We invite you to enjoy an excerpt from Jane's newest book, My Mother, My Daughter, My Self. Released this month, through Free Association Books, it is available now through Amazon.

A Crier, a Singer, a Laugher, a Howling Screamer

Molly’s first cry, the cry at birth that all doctors and mothers

anxiously await, served as an essential sign of independent life.

This birth wail is the first visible sign of an autonomous act on

the part of the infant. Now that she has found her first voice,

cleared out her respiratory tract of mucus from her first breath

(the biological function of that first cry), I watch/listen in awe

as Molly continues her exploration in the various expressive

potentials of her voice. She exercises it with abandon: sweet,

endearing sounds, but just as often, by loud, communicative

(and maddening to the listener) wails.

All babies have four acoustically distinct cries that arise

from their various states of pain, frustration, hunger, or anger.

I hear them all in Molly’s vocalisations. I marvel at their sheer

intensity and emphatic-ness. Molly’s cries are so different

from those of an adult, which are ejected out merely from the

throat. She exploits her full vocal range, from deep to high,

like a gifted opera singer who is soprano, tenor, and bass all

at once. Molly’s cries fill her whole self, her body serving as a

container for screams that find their route all the way to the

outer perimeter of her body/self/being. Only her skin, serving

as a barrier between who she is and that which surrounds

her, prevents all of what is inside her from exploding outward

into the air. This is how infants live, and this is how we should

all aspire to live—from our centre outward to the farthest

boundaries of our bodies, filling our selves with ourselves.

Molly, like most infants who are born healthy and are

well cared for, lives entirely from her soul in these first few

exquisite months of her life. This oneness within herself reflects

a complete synchrony—a coincidence—between what she feels

and what she expels in her vocalisations. Although without

words, and despite the limited number of ways she can express

herself, she is able to use both her voice and her body in an

entirely unified way. As well as being a crier, she is a singer.

Molly has what I call her “sleep-song”—a little baby hum that

actually goes up and down the scale a few notes. She puts herself

to sleep every night with her sleep-song, and then she wakes

up the next morning with a hardy, full-bodied laugh, as though

no time has intervened between the two. I see her laughing,

and then I laugh, too, filled with the joy of her existence on

earth. The laughters between us become contagious.

And as well as being a crier, a singer, and a laugher, Molly

is also a screamer. Or, perhaps she is closer to being a howler.

It is in her howling shrieks that I see her as remaining most

emphatically connected to her essential self, the self that

receives the fullest most explosive expression. I understand that

the Japanese have baby screaming competitions for the loudest

infant screamers, and they have confidence that the winner

will be bestowed with good and long-lasting health for the

vigorous use of its voice. (As the Japanese proverb says: “Crying

babies grow fast.”) Molly’s screams, qualitatively different from

her cries, are from the sheer joy of having a voice that wants

to be used—a voice that doesn’t yet form words but that,

nevertheless, imparts subtle yet distinctive meaning.

It is through all these numerous uses of her voice—her

crying, singing, laughing, and screaming—that Molly is able

to express her soul-being. Indeed, it is the sounds of Molly’s

and my togetherness that are our greatest pleasure—our first

“conversation.” It is in Molly’s screams that she manifests her

own self most insistently, but it is, as well, in the screams we do

together that we have the richest choreography of our twosome.

Our screams have no purpose other than our mutual

engagement. There is no topic of discussion, no subject matter,

no past to explain, no intention for the future: there is just

pure togetherness. In this togetherness, we scream in high

screeches and in low schrooches; we scream together in unison

and then our voices follow each other’s in a sequence; we

scream imitatively and responsively, one as chorus to the other’s

melody. We, together, try every kind of scream known to

mankind. We find exquisite pleasure together in our screams.

Now that Molly and I have found each other, the closeness

we are able to create—from her laughter, her cries and screams,

and her little sleep-songs—is unrelenting. There is no greater

joy for me than holding her, loving her, listening to her,

looking at her. I know she needs this attention, and wants it.

As my daughter Molly Malvina Goldberg gasps in through

every lively breath as much energy as her small body can serve

as a container for, she invigorates me, inspires me.

Soul-meeting

French psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan refers to the symbiotic

fusion of mother and child as the Realm of the Real, the

only occasion of perfect unity and completeness. There is no

distinction between self and other, between child and mother.

Words are unnecessary. The world is experienced as all fullness,

with no absence, no sense of loss, because there is no sense of

separateness. I think Lacan was right (though perhaps betraying

a perverse sense of humor) when he suggested in his name

for this developmental stage that this psychic place of unity is

more “real” than all that follows, irretrievably lost when one

enters into the capacity for language.

Infants and mothers meet on the deepest level possible.

They are everything to each other, and they are all this from

the depths of their being. Their various encounters of absolute

authenticity reflect a kind of soul-meeting. Baby needs to do

nothing to create this meeting; it is simply in the nature of Baby

to live from this place that represents the centre of Baby’s being.

And mothers, too, in their interactions with their newborns,

are stimulated by their infants to connect to and express this

same depth of feeling and authenticity of self. Freud referred

to the experience of symbiosis between mother and child as

“oceanic,” meaning vast, deep, and total. I think his descriptive

adjective is right, and I suspect that the bond between mother

and infant is the strongest possible bond between human

beings. When I have asked women the difference between

their love for their children and their love for their husbands,

a frequent answer is that they would, without forethought and

without hesitation, give their lives for their children. They do

not offer themselves as sacrificial lambs with the same lack of

reservation, nor the same frequency, for their husbands, parents,

or other loved ones. It is, I believe, the all-encompassing

symbiosis that confers on mothers this willingness to give

value to their infant’s life above even their own.

I believe that infants’ souls are intimately tied to the souls of

their mothers. This soul-meeting is, I think, the real meaning

of “symbiosis.” This, then, is at the root of the unshakeability

of the bond between mother and child. And this place of

unbreakable bonded-ness is where Molly and I meet in these

early months.

In our early time together, I give Molly the closeness she

needs because her whole future depends on it. I give it to

her because in agreeing to be her mother, I have assumed the

responsibility of tending to her needs. But I give it to her,

also, because I myself need it. I need this closeness with her as

intensely as she needs it with me. She fills me psychologically

in my need to be a mother, a need I didn’t even know I had

until she came. She is my completion (as I know I was my

mother’s so many decades ago). With my Molly, I feel full.

I know that it is only through this initial symbiosis between

Molly and myself, through our shared togetherness, that

she will come to develop a separate self. This early social

interaction between us lays the foundation for her later ability

to interact and read others’ behaviours, and should she become

adept at this, the skill will likely stay with her the whole of her

life. My job as her mother is to mirror (auditorially, visually,

and tactilely) who she is. We know from research that this

mirroring takes place in the brain itself—“mirror neurons”

according to researchers Valeria Gazzola and Christian

Keysers. Mother and child have “shared circuits.” They are

in constant action of observing and listening to another; and

then the same actions are performed, the same emotions

are expressed, the same sensations are experienced. These

copycat processes exist within the substrate of the brain. On

the level of electrical and chemical activity in the brain, then,

mothers and infants serve as mirrors to each other, copying

each other. This mirroring (both conscious and deliberate, as

well as unconscious and chemical) aids the baby in the long

procession of psychological/physiological/neurological events

that culminate in the formation of a stable self-identity.

I know, then, that my job as Molly’s mother is to mirror for

her a self that is connected to who she is and who she wants

to become. I need to give her an experience of mothering

that will help her to stay close to her soul and to find herself

in the reflection of my soul, an emotional involvement that

will enable her to be able to access her soul as the inevitable

process of separation from me continues its progression toward

her separate self. I know that in this time I need to sing, to

laugh and to yelp and squeal and howl with her, as she does

with me. During this time together, Molly mostly hears my

voice as a singsong. I laugh and hum and croon with her when

I am feeding her, when I am bathing her, and when we play

our games together.

Respective visits into eternity

The ancient Chinese philosopher Zhang Zai has said that

every birth is a condensation; every death, a dispersal. The

Mesoamerican mythology has a similar concept of duality. They

believed in two suns: the young Day sun; but countering the

energy of newly-created light was the ancient Black sun, the

female origin of all. Both womb and tomb were embodied in the

opposing qualities of the suns, forever linking birth and death.

From being with my mother ten years before Molly’s birth,

sharing with her the last moments of her life on this earth, I

understand (and perhaps even felt at the time) her “being” as

having scattered from her body, dispersed out into the universe

as pure eternal energy for which time no longer existed. And,

now, from being with Baby Molly, I understand (and absolutely

feel) this idea of energy being intensely concentrated and

coalesced in infancy. What I see when I am with Molly is that

for her, as for all infants, her world is the immediate present,

the now, and now is eternity because it is all there is. She’s like

the big bang at the beginning of the universe, dense energy

expanding ever outward. My mother and my daughter are

linked through their respective visits into eternity.

Being with Baby Molly is so like the experience I had

of being with my mother as she was fighting against her

encroaching death. For vibrantly alive Molly, and for my

quivering dying mother, the world is/was ever-present; there

is/was an immediacy to every precious moment for each of

them, and for me, too, in being with them. But while their

sense of non-time is what unites them, it is also what separates

them. For Baby Molly, the future stretches out into an almost

infinite number of possibilities; for my now long-dead mother,

the future has already come and gone.

Here's what people are saying about My Mother, My Daughter, My Self:

“Read Jane’s words of wisdom and learn how to be a loving parent.”
Bernie Siegel, M.D.

“…incredibly moving and
lyrically written… hugely ambitious—and altogether successful.Deserves attention of all those who are mothers and all those who have or had mothers.”
Elizabeth Loftus, Ph.D.

“…touches our hearts as well as our minds. Her insights are brilliant; her language is elegant, accessible and well-crafted; her openness and revelations (about both herself and her patients) are moving and uplifting… like eating a scrumptious, nutritional, utterly satisfying meal. So satisfying, you will feel like you will never have to eat again.”
Phyllis Meadow, Ph.D.

“…a tour de force, a stunningly smart body of work that should be required reading for all mothers and all daughters.”
Mimi Crowell, Ph.D.

"What an amazing read... I enjoyed every page, every sentence. It was interesting, captivating, fun and more. There were so many times I made a mental note to myself. How much I learned, how vividly I experienced what [Jane] shared with us and how much insight - into life, humanity - I gained by reading it. The stories. The details. The words. The brilliant insights. The emotions of the stories/situations. I really appreciate [Jane] sharing such a personal part of [her]self with us."
S.P.

“This wonderful book by Dr. Goldberg is warm, moving and so very true about the relationships of mothers ourselves and our daughters. Who would think a psychoanalyst could write so beautifully and yet clinically about the relationships of mothers and daughters?” 
Vicki Semel, Ph.D

"It is beautifully written, very intimate and surprising. Jane, you had such a precious closeness with your mother that comes through in a very tender way.
I love your attempts to understand your mother in the context of her time. The first page of Chapter 5 is exquisite..." 
M.G.

Because of the warm reception to the release of My Mother, My Daughter, My Self, Jane was asked this month to write an article titled "The Path to Parenthood" for Scottish publication, Scotland 4 Kids. 

In it, she talks about deciding to become a parent later in life, the journey that led her to adopt a child, and the special bond that exists between all mothers and daughters.

You can read the full article

HERE. 

Thanks to everyone who attended the first reading/ signing of My Mother, My Daughter, My Self. 

Thanks to John Lloyd for sketching the evening, and to Jane Tolcott for sending us the results below!

You can see a video of part of Jane's reading, held in New York City earlier this month, by clicking

HERE.

Jane is in the process of booking readings to promote My Mother, My Daughter,

My Self.

If you are interested in having her read from, and talk about, this self-revelatory work, please email her directly:
janegoldberg@
janegoldbergphd.com