The Journey Home to Clean Cells.

It’s not a diet it’s a lifestyle. Easier said than done.
I had become complacent and impatient  at the same time, in my quest for clean cells. It was so easy to say the way I was eating was a lifestyle not a diet. But I turned my back  one day a couple years ago, and have been fighting to get back on track ever since. I guess that’s what I deserve for feeling so sure of myself and thinking I was better than people who called it a diet and had trouble staying clean. Now I’m one of those people and it serves me right. I equate it with quitting drinking or smoking. Every day of your life you’re just one bite, sip or drag away from falling off the wagon again, and having to start from the beginning.
So as a beginner again, I am trying to quit white flour, white sugar, cooked oils and grains, other than quinoa. I am upping the water, green juice and vegetables.
To help me do this and to stick with it I am going to keep a food journal and blog about my journey. Hopefully if I share my experience it will help keep me accountable.

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Juicy Juicy in Indian Wells, on the way to my moms this morning.

  • Celery
  • Parsley
  • Kale
  • Tomato
  • Lemon
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vision quest and the acceleration of thoughts

I couldn’t sleep last night. i have been juicing during the day and eating one veggie meal for dinner since i broke my fast 3 days ago, so i am feeling light and clear. i have been eliminating well, but I couldn’t sleep last night. Even though I had had 3 bowel movements yesterday, I knew ther was more, so at midnight I got out of bed and gave myself an amazing colonic. I went back to bed and my thoughts continued to race, so I decided to write them down. Here they are:

A mother and child were walking through the woods, enjoying the sound of the birds and the fragrance of the forest. They followed a brightly colored butterly into a meadow of wild flowers. the child ran joyously through the meadow chasing the butterly until she was exhausted and she fell to the grass laughing. Her mother joined her in the grass and they felt the warmth of the sun fill their bodies. the child began playing with the bugs in the grass and found a rusty metal object. What is this Mother?, she asked. It was a bottle cap. The child wanted to know where this came from and what i could have been its use? Her mother told her this story of long ago and far away:

Our ancient ancestors were told that they were free, but in fact, they were the subject to the whims of priests and kings who were all actually money-changers in disguise. They allowed themselves to be convinced that what they were eating, the nuts and berries of the forest and the living fruits and herbs fresh from under the sun, full of life-giving water, were insufficient for energy and health.They began to become numb and fell under the spell of these deceivers and to believe in the teachings of these new leaders. They helped to clear the land of the natural growth and helped to plant foods in a new way. This new way was hard work for them and they soon longed to leave the land and move into huge structures and to trade their time for money from these leaders and the chance to buy the food made for them. Oh, they still did wondrous things and made incredible inventions that were supposed to make their lives easier. But they became slaves to these inventions until they began losing their imaginations completely. They allowed these incredible inventions to destroy the life-giving land, the water and the air around them, turning them poisonous to themselves and their existence.

They began to eat their own animal friends that lived lives of torture and pain. They were eating much more than they had before, convinced that they needed 3 square meals a day of dense protein and nutrient rich foodstuff. Soon, their lean lithe bodies became thick, stiff and brittle, and there quick sharp minds became slow and dull. Their senses became numb until they forgot their power completely and they became easilly controlled and manipulated. They began to believe more and more in the power of their leaders. All of their dreams, hopes and aspirations were changing and diminishing.

They also began to believe the words of these leaders, that they were basically bad and insignificant and that they were doomed and needed the guidance of their leaders in every way, They became beggars of the soul believing that they were nothing if not forgiven for their sins. They totally forgot the truth that they were created in the image of our creator and that we hold the light and the power within us. That we don’t need to ask permission of anyone but ourselves to shine this light.The leaders became stronger and more clever in their disguise of the truth. They created disasters and prophecies of destruction and fear arose in the people so that they were even easier to control than before. They began to believe in these images of the end of the world until they almost made it happen, by not believing in their own light and powers bestowal upon them by the creator. They allowed their power to be held hostage.

They were still giving birth to children full of light in spite every attempt to extinguish that light. Their babies were carried in the wombs of ill and broken mothers stuffing their bellies with mucus and starch and poisoned murdered animals instead of living foods from the sun the water the land and the wind. The living foods of our birthright.

Child birth began to carry with it unbearable pain from these sins against nature until the poor pitiful mother felt the need to ingest and be injected with poisons to numb herself and her unborn child of the light from what is meant to be a glorious blessing in itself. In spite of all of this pain and suffering, the children were still being born full of the light. Unfortunatelly the ignorance of their parents and t heir leaders began to numb them to the truth until by the time they turned 8 years old their rainbow spirits became black and whit like the adults around them.

Many true believers tried and tried to escape this bleack hole of darkness that enveloped them. but they were hopelessly addicted and ensvlaved, blinded to the light. Turning their backs to this way of life was just too hard.

But one day, a prophetess from the forest of the north, a human being still of pristine origin, never subjected to the inventions and teachings of this culture. she still held the light and the power and she was able to spread tales of our birthright throughout the entire world. And the people saw her visions and lovely images as truth. They began to stop believing in the lies of the snake-oil merchants all around them. They soon began to find love and light in the simpler things and in the diminshing nature around them. they began to grow gardens and respect for the land. They stopped eating the flesh of tortured, murdered anumals and the dead boiled foodstuffs from the shelves of the big fancy markets. They returned to the land one by one and the towers in the cities emptied one by one. Their bonds began to break, their light began to shine and the raging waters became calm and clear. The land becan to blossom and they soon realized that heaven is right here where it has always been. They stopped polluting it so it became paradise again

Just Say No

Like most people who question why we eat what we eat, I began by wanting to lose weight. During puberty I began to put on pounds. My dancing and gymnastics were dwindling and my appetite was increasing. I remember coming home from school (always to an empty house since both parents had to work to maintain a lifestyle they  thought we needed) and eating a whole loaf of bread with peanut putter and honey. Looking back at those days I wonder what was I trying to numb myself from. Growing up in the 50’s and 60’s I remember nightmares about the bomb and fallout and being trapped outside, no one willing to let me in to escape the fallout. I remember at 11 years old my parents telling me that at 16 they would get me a nose job. I didn’t realize until then that I had a big nose. By the way, I never did get that nose job, instead at 16 I ran away from home. I didn’t want a nose job. I wanted to know “what is real? What is this life all about?” Nose jobs, face lifts, fancy cars, skinny bods, money, boring and stifling jobs, the Viet Nam War? Are these really the things we want to aspire to? Is this our legacy?

At 18 I went to Hawaii with $275 and a sleeping bag. Most of the people I met there were looking for the perfect wave, God, sex, the perfect body. Not necessarily in that order. At least there, I discovered that there was more to life than food. I discovered God was everywhere and most visible in nature. I discovered Ehret and found out how wrongly I had been taught to eat. I spent the next few decades trying to correct those bad habits. Still working on it, I’ll let you know how I’m doing as we go.

In my lifelong personal, and seemingly futile search for the perfect body, I have been discovering a wealth of other things. Things much more important than anything I thought was worth aspiring to in my younger days. I know that we are all connected and that what we do to the  least of us matters and affects all of us. I include every living thing in that thought. If we don’t respect the land and the living things on it, we don’t respect ourselves. If we try to kill every single creepy crawly thing in our garden we are killing ourselves. If we continue to think about me me me we will lose everything.

This modern techno life that surrounds us is constantly bombarding us with information. Not information that we need for true happiness, mind you , but information that will make someone else money. Eat this! Buy this! And when it makes you sick, they can make so much more money cutting you up and filling you full of drugs that will just make you sicker. None of it is meant to heal, just cover the symptoms. In other words to numb you even more. If they can strip you of all true feelings, they can control you that much easier. Its so ridiculous.

This is what the clarity of blood and tissues helps us to realize. This lifestyle affords us true awareness of subtle realities, This is what life is really about.  Clearing away the cobwebs that numb us to what is real and important. Do we want to continue feeding this insane consumer-driven consciousness that is spinning out of control driving us straight to the depths of Hell? Or do we want to be aware that this part of our lives (the mass quantities we consume) is not truly real. We are so much more. As we learn to let go of some of the addictions to these fake foods and products being pushed on us, we begin to get a taste of real freedom.

As the pathways in our bodies become clear of the rubbish we continually pack into them, our thoughts also begin to clear. We begin to feel again. Instead of being desensitized by the mass quantities that fill up our tissues, we become sensitized for the first time since childhood. We start to know when we are full. When something doesn’t agree with us, we know what and why and we know it immediately.

I remember first reading Ehret speaking of the spirituality that comes with the cleansing of the blood and thinking I want that clarity. And I have seen Natalia Roses’ work become more and more spiritual as you read her blogs and books from the beginning to now.

My own studies into shamanism and my journeys into the upper worlds and lower worlds of the cosmic realm have led me to spiritual helpers that have imparted words of wisdom to me that I am finally beginning to comprehend and consciously incorporate into my life.  Mind you I am no where near yet clean of tissues and blood but I do feel myself becoming somewhat clearer and more aware. More ready to deal with the information that I have received on my journeys.

Living in this concrete jungle, as so many of us do, I forget sometimes the nature that surrounds me and the wisdom that is out there for me to grab every second of every day. I  loved hearing Natalia say the fruits and vegetables that we eat and drink are such a strong connection to nature for us.

I constantly dream of moving to the country and having my own family domain as Anastasia recommends in the  Ringing Cedars of Russia series. I dream of seeing the stars at night and growing my own fruits and vegetables,  having nature at my doorstep. I forget that nature is always at my doorstep and all I have to do is open the door.

This path that we are on is cosmic not just physical.