About Gary Greenfield

Hi, my name is Gary Greenfield and even though I developed a fascination for water early in life, it wasn’t until late in life that my fascination flourished into something more fruitful than I could have ever imagined.

My fascination with water remained dormant for many years until a friend shared with me how her mother was healed of cancer by a raw food diet. Her comment sparked within me, a fire of curiosity which has continually grown in intensity over the years, leading me into a world previously unknown to me and to most everyone else on earth!

What is this world I have found? It is the mysterious world of invisible energies in their natural state, ignored or misunderstood by academia and science and the water industry at large.

My passion for understanding the natural governing principles of water motivated me to travel the world meeting remarkable individuals, performing simple yet mind boggling experiments and observing nature work in ways that never cease to amaze and astound me.

There is a down side though to what I have learned and it is disheartening to say the least, for I now know that unless we change the way we treat our water, life on earth cannot continue.

But the upside is encouraging! Why? Because no matter where you live or how bad your water condition is, it can be fixed!

In making this statement, I must emphasise that this technology is only now beginning to emerge and there is so much more to learn and so many new ways in which this technology can be applied to make a tremendous contribution to putting the “vital life force” back into our water.

“The majority believes that everything hard to comprehend must be very profound. This is incorrect. What is hard to understand is what is immature, unclear and often false. The highest wisdom is simple and passes through the brain directly into the heart.”

— Viktor Schauberger, Visionary & Inventor

The People Of The Wood

A Parable

The people of the wood lived deep in the forest by the stream many miles from the people of the village who lived down in the valley by the river. The people of the wood lived simple lives at one with nature, bathing in the fresh mountain air scented with the sweet aromas of the evergreen while the people of the village enjoyed the amenities brought to them from men of the coastal cities where costly and exotic goods and knowledge from all over the world was traded.  These worldly enticements brought many people from the wood to dwell in the village and some even settled in the coastal cities and became renown men of the world.

Over time, the people of the wood dwindled and the village grew and became overcrowded and resources became scarce and were over used and the waters, the air and the soils could no longer feed the people of the village.

As the situation became desperate, the people of the village began to develop innovative ways to restore life to the village but in so doing they only made matters worse because of their disregard and ignorance of the ancient ways of their ancestors who were from the wood.

In the end, the people of the village were able to amass an abundance of costly goods and foods yet their goods rusted and the people perished from malnutrition. The nature loving people of the wood continued in the way of their ancestors giving thanks, rejoicing and communing with the Maker of the wood and they lived happily ever after.

I wrote this parable after a local Idaho newspaper refused to feature Greenfield Naturals in their new business section. They accused us of selling “snake oil” without confirming or validating even one testimonial or research paper.

My Life In

It was 1957 and we had just moved into our new house in the suburbs of South Miami, Florida. I was three and my brother was two. I don’t remember climbing up on the chair and opening the kitchen cabinet where Mom hid the key to the gate of the wrought iron fence that was newly installed to protect us from drowning in the pool, nor do I remember swimming in our new kidney shaped swimming pool but I do remember excitedly running into my parents bedroom to tell them that my brother, Greg and me had gone swimming. Mom learned a lesson that morning about the unappreciated intelligence of children and how we survived that ordeal, (especially my little brother), I will never know but that was the beginning of my irresistible attraction to water.

My second significant memory of water was at seven years of age. My father had bought my brother and I, a little fiberglass dinghy powered by a two horsepower outboard engine. Being but a novice with limited boating skills, I promptly capsized that boat in the middle of our neighborhood lake.

My parents lack of appreciation for the intelligence of children had now swayed too far the other way. Looking back, I’m amazed at the freedom to explore,  afforded my brother and I by my dear parents, and I’m also so grateful for the confidence they had in our survival skills.


For as long as I can remember my father always owned a boat and we spent just about every weekend with him deep sea fishing in the Atlantic or skiing in Biscayne Bay or diving the reefs from Miami to Key West and beyond to the Caribbean Islands. When I wasn’t boating, I was surfing at South Beach and when I wasn’t surfing, I was sailing my Hobie Cat in the beautiful blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

In college I studied ocean biology, underwater photography and seamanship along with many other ocean related courses. As an honors student at Miami-Dade Community College, I was chosen to participate in an ocean research cruise and at the end of that semester to quench my ever-growing thirst for learning about the ocean I convinced my father to take the family on a vacation to Okinawa for Ocean Expo 74, where the latest and greatest advances of Japanese ocean technologies were on display.

Throughout my youth, water was my life and my love and the time spent on and in the water was both healthy and  fulfilling. I was most fortunate to grow up in the fun and sun capital of the world but ultimately, I found that, fun, sun and water wasn’t enough for me. I had also come to the realisation that education, travel, an affluent lifestyle and a girlfriend were also not enough to quench the needs of my thirsty soul.


As I flipped the pages of the Rand McNally Atlas, I read about a place called “God’s Country” and decided that my next adventure would take me there… to the forests and mountains of North Idaho. As simplistic and foolish as it sounds, I was looking for God and thought that going to Idaho and working in the dirt, might hold the key to finding Him.  Thus began a new chapter of my life that would last thirty years and in which water would have no part.

It was February 1975. I still remember my Mom giving me a ride to the downtown Miami bus station from whence would commence my great northwest adventure. I had sold my car, my sailboat, my surfboard and paid off my debts and my diving equipment was abandoned in my closet, never to be used again.

I was leaving behind my past and all my friends; along with the engagement ring that had been on the finger of my high school sweetheart, the first real girlfriend I ever had or ever wanted but that was over too.

My previous exploratory cross country bus trip had taken me from California to Miami via Idaho that prior December after returning stateside from our family vacation to Expo 74 in Okinawa. I had a job waiting in Moscow, Idaho, that had been promised to me on that journey. I can’t remember the name of my boss but I do remember the name of his business, the Empire Farm Chemical Company.

As you can imagine by the name of the business, I had a rude awakening. I lasted through about four months of loading farm trucks with every kind of toxic chemical, pesticide, fungicide, herbicide and fertiliser known to humankind. I pumped them, shovelled them, hosed them and carried them until I got fed up with it all… my dreams of becoming a farmer were sucked up and gone like oxygen being consumed by the toxic anhydrous ammonia used on farmer’s fields.

Throughout my high school years, I had always been told that I could do whatever I wanted and that I would excel at it. My guess is that this must have been the mantra of every guidance counselor to every student that ever entered their office looking for answers about the future and opportunities in the job market.

So there I was, jobless and clueless in Moscow, Idaho but not for long. I quickly gained experience as a dishwasher, deli man and pizza maker and, early on, I met a woman from Florida of all places. Within a year, we were married by a preacher of the gospel at The Hitching Post in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, with no one else in attendance but God and the holy angels.

It was now 1977 and I had spent just over a year in Moscow, Idaho, having gained experience at various part time jobs including a stint as a volunteer fireman. Of all the work I had ever done, fighting fires was for sure the most exciting. But alas, I needed gainful employment and besides, I wanted my parents to meet my new bride, so we spent our honeymoon traveling 3,200 miles back to my hometown, Miami, Florida.

We then proceeded to spend the rest of that year in Florida, failing to find happiness or meaningful work when out of the blue I received a letter in the mail, (personal computers didn’t exist in 1977), from a friend who had landed a job at the City Fire Department in Lewiston, Idaho. He told me they had an opening and he invited me to apply.

I still remember the excitement that welled up in me as I considered the possibility of procuring a dream job as a firefighter. Testing for the position was to begin within a month and after talking it over with my wife, we decided to go for it. I calculated we would need $1200 for gas, food, lodging and enough money to get by for a month and that is exactly the amount of money we made selling every item that wouldn’t fit into our newly purchased fifty dollar utility trailer.

It was now rewind time with the Great Northwest Adventure starting all over again but this time, the trip would include a wife, two chow chows (aka potentially vicious dogs) and a bunch more stuff. Of course in sunny Florida, all the seasons are pretty much the same but alas, seasons are really seasonal in every state, north and west of Florida and those states were experiencing a full-blown winter with all its fury. But, checking weather forecasts before taking trips isn’t something young bucks do, as storms and bad weather are seen as opportunities for adventure and excitement.

In Arkansas, we experienced an ice storm which turned the interstate into the equivalent of a back country road chock full of potholes. All traffic was literally paralysed and the motels were full, so we ended up staying in the library of a hospitable Baptist church where one of our chow chows chewed up a what I surmised to be an over-sized, expensive, twenty pound, ancient Bible.

In Utah, while traveling a snow covered deserted state highway, our trailer came loose from the hitch and disappeared from view. I immediately stopped the truck in shock as I caught a glimpse in my rear view mirror of my green trailer in the distance scraping asphalt traveling down the highway towards us. As I got out of my little Ford pick-up, the trailer scrapped to a stop right behind the truck. Amazingly, it didn’t veer off the highway into the ditch to flip over, nor did it cause issues with oncoming traffic. All I can figure is that our guardian angel saved us from what should have been a disastrous event.

We lodged that night in Provo, Utah with my wife’s big sister and her husband. Chuck was an older, more responsible guy, (a college professor) who brought up the notion that I might not get the job I was traveling 3,200 miles cross-country to apply for.  I still remember not fathoming that possibility and just responding by saying something like, “I have no back up plan, I have no other plans, I have only one mission in mind and that is to procure a firefighters position with the City of Lewiston.”

I was young, naive, adventuresome, carefree and full of optimism. We continued on our way the next morning and were on schedule to arrive in Idaho in time for a nights rest before entering into fierce competition with 250 other applicants for three firefighter positions.

Testing which consisted of a written test, a physical fitness test and an interview all took place on a cold, wet and overcast day in January of 1978. I think the same angel that guided our trailer to safety on the highway also guided me that day because I managed to procure the number one position which launched what would become an eighteen year career in emergency services. Now, looking back, it all feels like ancient history, yet the adventures continue and my enthusiasm hasn’t waned in the slightest.

For all of the 38 years I had lived in the western states, my love of the warm, humid tropical Florida weather remained intact. Yet, despite my disdain for the wet, cold winters of North Idaho, I continued to live in Idaho out of necessity for the sake of work, family and tradition.  Although my memories of the warm ocean blue remained strong, I never did return to the wondrous water activities of my youth. But, after 30 years, a new connection with water began to take root in my heart and mind.


In 2005, one of those events that have the power to change the course of one’s path took place in my life. Up until then I was by default and ignorance pretty much taken up with the standard mainstream America health and diet regime. But, that year one of the many young college students who regularly shared our dinner table told me the story of her mother being cured of cancer by a raw food diet. I had never heard of such a thing and was completely intrigued by the concept. Thus began my investigative journey into the world of natural phenomena and their effects on human, plant and animal health.

The first steps of my journey were learning all I could about the science and methods of raw food cuisine. I did this by hiring the young woman who shared her story with me to teach me the culinary art of raw food preparation over the course of the next three months. I still remember the odd treatment I received from my family while I took over our kitchen with new implements and strange concoctions. One of my sons and his wife who had given me such strange looks at the time now teach raw food classes along with a myriad of other non-mainstream, cutting edge health topics.

By 2009, I had been immersed in the full-time pursuit of learning about the healing powers of natural foods, herbs, essential oils and minerals and eventually came full circle back to the topic of water through the work of Viktor Schauberger, an Austrian naturalist, visionary and water wizard of the twentieth century who lacked a college education but whose knowledge of water far surpassed the university peers of his time.  Without the prejudices of a college education, Viktor was able to exercise his unique observational powers to discover many amazing attributes of water which to this day are unfathomable by most people. His motto was, “Observe and copy nature”.

While in the throes of fascination reading about the mysteries of water, I was invited to a presentation on alkaline ionised water by a customer I met at the local FedEx store. The talk was showcasing the Kangen Water Ionisation machine which I had never heard of before. I must say that the presentation was most impressive and as the salesman wooed us with the amazing qualities of his $4,000 water ioniser, I found myself thinking, “Nature can do what this electric machine does and it can do it for less money with better results.”

As it turned out, my hunch was right. After a few months of research and a trip to Asia to prove it out, I returned to this group of Kangen Water devotees to pit my fifty dollar mineral water pitcher acquired in South Korea against their multi-thousand dollar electric water ioniser.

The refreshing, alkaline ionised water created by my inexpensive mineral pitcher not only matched but exceeded the performance of their outrageously over priced Kangen machine… and it was all done naturally, mimicking what happens in nature every day through the hydrological cycle!

This experience was one of many over the years which have shown me the immense value of listening to and following my intuition in my efforts to comprehend the mysterious and inexplicable forces of nature and the power they hold to sustain and enhance life on earth.

My Passion For Water Returns

So in 2009, my renewed appreciation and love for water led me to start Greenfield Naturals, a company devoted to research, development and marketing of water structuring and energising products built using technologies which mimic natural principles.

An Introduction To Information
Transfer and Vortex Technology

To read the rest of the story click on the website navigational bar title, e-book. This booklet contains a brief compilation of my years of research since 2009 with water and it’s unique features which have led me to be convinced that water is a biological computer which holds all the blueprints necessary for maintaining all the functions and activities which take place within the universe.

At the most basic level pure water can be defined as water in it’s natural, balanced state, both energetically and materially, yet, cleansed of matter and energy not congruent with nature. Modern science is only looking at half the picture because its focus has only been on the material aspects of water while ignoring the invisible qualities. The focus of my simple research has been on the energetics and what I have learned is that the energetic qualities of water profoundly affects the material aspects of water.