Mercury kills the good stuff in your gut. I forgot about that during this detox deal. I awoke this AM profoundly aware that I had a need to recolonize my intestinal track.
How could I know that?
When I began to take responsibility for my own health there were myriad points of awareness that struck me. I take responsibility for my life, my health. I want to gain better health.
Getting my intestinal track into good health with the use of probiotics worked wonders to bring me to a state of better health. But forgetting that mercury kills intestinal flora wasn't so great. Now I must defeat the candida once again.
The battle rages on. The uprising of the overgrowth of the evil shmucks within the empire of Cosmo Jane must be subdued. I call upon the powers of kefir to defeat and bring low the shmuks deep within. There is one who can save me...
Kefir to the rescue. Kefir has amazing healing powers. It's not magic. It's miraculous! Kefir has more probiotics than yoghurt. Many more. Not that yoghurt isn't benefitial, it just doesn't have the capacity to heal that kefir does. Yoghurt is the very weak cousin to kefir. Kefir is the mighty healer.
But kefir doesn't have the two strains of probiotic that yoghurt does.
So here's what I do: when I culture my kefir I add the delinquent probiotic strains into the mix along with a bit of Stevia PLUS so that when it arrives in my gut it has had time a plenty to activate. Fewer supplements to gag down. My kefir is fully in-tact and ready to nourish my gut. From the beginning, at my mouth, all the down to the other end.
Mercury, be gone. Intestinal flora, recolonize. Gut, be healed.
Good morning. Thanks for reading my blahg. Enjoy your breakfast. ;-)
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
To My Dentist- Here is another deep secret:
Dear Dentist, When I am in your chair and your mouth is right next to my ear, I hear you. Quite well, actually. And while the tools may be very loud, [they are , I'm not kidding anyone here] it's ok if you speak softly. I give you permission: You may speak softly. I can hear you.
When you are carrying on a conversation with your assistant about [God only knows what and I don't care who you are gossiping about but it had NOTHING to do with MY mouth or your dental education] I can't know when the conversation turns to me. I'm trying to not eavesdrop. Besides, my "Hypnotherapy for a Millionaire Mind" CD is looping Track 2 [all 17 minutes of it] so I don't have to be in conscious awareness while you are drilling holes in my head.
Think about this: it would be encouraging and grounding to hear how you learned patient protocols that increase the likelihood of my health being protected by what you are doing and how you are doing this. Really.
For $400.00 an hour you can talk about me and my mouth when I am in your chair. After all, your mouth is a 6 to 8 inches from my ear.
I think this sounds reasonable, wouldn't you agree?
Here is what was going on during my amalgam removal appointment:
You both you and your assistant would speak but I had no way to respond without my handy dandy paper/pad and pencil to write on. When you spoke, most of the time, until clued in that you were, indeed, talking to me, it sounded like [imagine PEANUTS by Charles Schultz] "wa wa wa awah " in a tin can kinda sound. Got it? That's what it was like for me as your patient there that day.
Try this instead: touch my shoulder, pause, address me by name, wait for my response, before beginning communication. It's a good approach, respectful and it works amazingly well in any situation with all ages of persons.
When I noticed that there was a problem with our lack of adequate communication I wondered how to remedy the situation as quickly as possible. I needed to communicate with you! I had a problem with not knowing what was going on inside my mouth. I needed to hear, "I'm touching your tooth. *and such and such*" [Please put an enlarged tooth chart on ceiling so I can know what the heck you are talking about] "Though you will feel this on the opposite side, I am about to blast with my obnoxiously loud tools on this side right side of your mouth." Et cetera.
Where the heck were MY ear plugs? I would have considered it polite to have been warned to purchase my own ear plugs for this treatment. Or better yet, to have been given a pair of ear plugs to wear during those brief but loud moments. It would have helped me to endure your yelling into my ear as well.
All in all, with my millionaire Mind Intensive hypnotherapy CD looping track 2, it felt like the surgery only lasted 10-20 minutes per quadrant.
When you are carrying on a conversation with your assistant about [God only knows what and I don't care who you are gossiping about but it had NOTHING to do with MY mouth or your dental education] I can't know when the conversation turns to me. I'm trying to not eavesdrop. Besides, my "Hypnotherapy for a Millionaire Mind" CD is looping Track 2 [all 17 minutes of it] so I don't have to be in conscious awareness while you are drilling holes in my head.
Think about this: it would be encouraging and grounding to hear how you learned patient protocols that increase the likelihood of my health being protected by what you are doing and how you are doing this. Really.
For $400.00 an hour you can talk about me and my mouth when I am in your chair. After all, your mouth is a 6 to 8 inches from my ear.
I think this sounds reasonable, wouldn't you agree?
Here is what was going on during my amalgam removal appointment:
You both you and your assistant would speak but I had no way to respond without my handy dandy paper/pad and pencil to write on. When you spoke, most of the time, until clued in that you were, indeed, talking to me, it sounded like [imagine PEANUTS by Charles Schultz] "wa wa wa awah " in a tin can kinda sound. Got it? That's what it was like for me as your patient there that day.
Try this instead: touch my shoulder, pause, address me by name, wait for my response, before beginning communication. It's a good approach, respectful and it works amazingly well in any situation with all ages of persons.
When I noticed that there was a problem with our lack of adequate communication I wondered how to remedy the situation as quickly as possible. I needed to communicate with you! I had a problem with not knowing what was going on inside my mouth. I needed to hear, "I'm touching your tooth. *and such and such*" [Please put an enlarged tooth chart on ceiling so I can know what the heck you are talking about] "Though you will feel this on the opposite side, I am about to blast with my obnoxiously loud tools on this side right side of your mouth." Et cetera.
Where the heck were MY ear plugs? I would have considered it polite to have been warned to purchase my own ear plugs for this treatment. Or better yet, to have been given a pair of ear plugs to wear during those brief but loud moments. It would have helped me to endure your yelling into my ear as well.
All in all, with my millionaire Mind Intensive hypnotherapy CD looping track 2, it felt like the surgery only lasted 10-20 minutes per quadrant.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Patient Secrets- Dentist Don't Know
Dear Dentist, Do you want to know a Secret? Well you should!
When you anesthetize an area of your patients mouth, what are you doing?
Do you not believe that you are effectively creating an environment where the cues or signals to the brain are getting short circuited or not sent? Would it be too much to assume that the cues are not making it to your patients brain? Could we, therefore, assume, that there are not cues enough for a patient to open and/or close their mouth?
I couldn't cue my mouth to close or open. There were no signals. However, my eyes could do the cuing with the help of a mirror. They could cue my own brain.
This didn't happen by looking at the assistants contortionist face, nor by looking at my dear dentists expressions. It didn't happen with verbal cues from them either.
Only when I could see my own reflection in a mirror with my own eyes, so that my brain could get the message did the connection become firm enough to send out the cues.
What a great indicator- A simple mirror + the patients brain = the cue to get the mouth to open or close appropriately. WHOOHOO!
Guess it's not a secret anymore. Tell your dentist before she does the amalgam removal/extraction surgery. She dosen't know the MIRROR+BRAIN=MOUTH cooperation thing, but she will want to know. Help her out, send her here.
When you anesthetize an area of your patients mouth, what are you doing?
Do you not believe that you are effectively creating an environment where the cues or signals to the brain are getting short circuited or not sent? Would it be too much to assume that the cues are not making it to your patients brain? Could we, therefore, assume, that there are not cues enough for a patient to open and/or close their mouth?
I couldn't cue my mouth to close or open. There were no signals. However, my eyes could do the cuing with the help of a mirror. They could cue my own brain.
This didn't happen by looking at the assistants contortionist face, nor by looking at my dear dentists expressions. It didn't happen with verbal cues from them either.
Only when I could see my own reflection in a mirror with my own eyes, so that my brain could get the message did the connection become firm enough to send out the cues.
What a great indicator- A simple mirror + the patients brain = the cue to get the mouth to open or close appropriately. WHOOHOO!
Guess it's not a secret anymore. Tell your dentist before she does the amalgam removal/extraction surgery. She dosen't know the MIRROR+BRAIN=MOUTH cooperation thing, but she will want to know. Help her out, send her here.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Sick and tired of being sick and tired?
"How can I get well? Life fails to inspire me. I am dying of boredom."
Yeah, I make that plea often.
Try a meeting of the minds. Get a vision for your future.
Look at how happy you could be when you put your energy in an appropriate direction.
Get some Freedom so you can quit your job.
You need a vacation from boredom.
Yeah, I make that plea often.
Try a meeting of the minds. Get a vision for your future.
Look at how happy you could be when you put your energy in an appropriate direction.
Get some Freedom so you can quit your job.
You need a vacation from boredom.
Monday, July 04, 2005
The Detox Blues
I have been gearing up to have my amalgam fillings removed. So eating the best I can and pulling my best detox tricks out of my hat is what I have been up to these past few days.
Bleh. That's what I have to say about it. Just Bleh. I feel like crud-ola.
I'm taking bayberry root to drain out the lymph and a few others to kick it into gear. Uhke, I think I'm choking on tonsil crud.
Why do I have to feel every inch of lymph? I bet I'm the only girl who knows the path her lymph travels. I'm sore there. Under my pits, all along the lines where the bra straps go- up and over and all the way around.
I even purchased bra extendors so as to not offend my son. Before I found those I was going without the brassiere. He had a problem with that. It hurts my liver spot right under the right -right where the underwire goes- I hate that pain!
And Doctor Mercola, I just have to be the one to tell you this- underwire is merely the term for it- they quit putting wire there years ago. It's all nylon. OK? Okay. I just had to be the one to tell you.
It is SO not fair! If men had huge boobies there would be mandates for no bra wearing.
So as I'm detoxing my mind is going nuts here. All the things of ages past race through my mind. The Mind- it is a terrible thing. Oh how it endeavors to waste mankind!
As you listen to 'the mind,' what do you hear it say?
"You can't do that!"
Ever stop to ask it, why not?
"You just CAN'T!" it says again.
Who says?
"We don't DO things that way"
Well, why don't we?
"We've never done it that way before"
So, like, I'm getting to the point here, that the mind is only trying to protect itself. From what? Change. It doesn't want to change. And any pathetic excuse it can muster, every excuse is pathetic, is what it will throw at you to try to get you to NOT do anything that is good for you. You can change. You can incorporate good habits into your routines. You do it ALL the time!
Look at an ad, newspaper, magazine, television, radio- where ever you find it, it replays the same thing over and over until it has successfully implanted itself into your mind. You know it when you find yourself humming along & *POP!* the trigger is there and suddenly YOU CRAVE that item. Whatever it is. A drink, a vehicle, an item of clothing or something to munch on.
Why am I so SPACED? I've been chasing my thoughts trying to corral them all day. Maybe blahging them out will help [someone].
Detox can be started up many different ways. I juice vegis. Half a cucumber, half a fennel, in a celery base. Then I usually go and ruin that delicious flavour by putting in a huge collard green leaf. I was smart today and had the collard green straight and first! Then the bunch of parsley- drank that with my handy dandy straw so it wouldn't chunk up on me. Then, speaking of chunks, I put in a chunk of ginger. How much? A tip-of-the-pinky sized chunk of fresh Hawaiian ginger. [not the pinky- keep the pinky attatched] Then those celery, fennel pieces, and cukes went in. I use the celery to push it all through the juicer. I have an Omega Juicer same as Doctor Mercola.
Whenever I do a detox protocol there is one thing I must keep in the forefront of it all: DRINK MORE WATER. I need to keep the little 3 by 5 card minders up all over the house. I usually drink near a gallon of water in the morning before double digits hit. What this means is that when I'm detoxing I need to get in WAY more. And that, girl, is quite a challenge.
I want to be set free from those things which hold me back. Toxins, I flush you out. I juice cilantro to bind those evil mercury that is in my system. That mercury will soon be coming out.
My independence day is coming. I'm nervous. Independence has its risks, but there is no freedom so great as to choose how I will live my own life. Living on bended knee, to enjoy bread and wine, is no freedom at all. It is not the life I want to live. I will not bow down to eat pop-culture foodstuffs.
There is no success in life so great as to be able to spend my life in my own way. Or as history says Patrick Henry put it: "Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God!;I know not what course others may take; but as for me," Give me a good internal cleansing so that I may not experience death at such a young age as all those around me.
I don't know about you, but I want to live! It is a death to be merely subsisting on crappy food which gives no life. I would yearn for true, mortal death over a life filled with fluff. I would rather have mortal death than a Starbucks, X-box, pop-culture, chase the wind, eek out an existence. If that were my life- give me death. And HOW!
Bleh. That's what I have to say about it. Just Bleh. I feel like crud-ola.
I'm taking bayberry root to drain out the lymph and a few others to kick it into gear. Uhke, I think I'm choking on tonsil crud.
Why do I have to feel every inch of lymph? I bet I'm the only girl who knows the path her lymph travels. I'm sore there. Under my pits, all along the lines where the bra straps go- up and over and all the way around.
I even purchased bra extendors so as to not offend my son. Before I found those I was going without the brassiere. He had a problem with that. It hurts my liver spot right under the right -right where the underwire goes- I hate that pain!
And Doctor Mercola, I just have to be the one to tell you this- underwire is merely the term for it- they quit putting wire there years ago. It's all nylon. OK? Okay. I just had to be the one to tell you.
It is SO not fair! If men had huge boobies there would be mandates for no bra wearing.
So as I'm detoxing my mind is going nuts here. All the things of ages past race through my mind. The Mind- it is a terrible thing. Oh how it endeavors to waste mankind!
As you listen to 'the mind,' what do you hear it say?
"You can't do that!"
Ever stop to ask it, why not?
"You just CAN'T!" it says again.
Who says?
"We don't DO things that way"
Well, why don't we?
"We've never done it that way before"
So, like, I'm getting to the point here, that the mind is only trying to protect itself. From what? Change. It doesn't want to change. And any pathetic excuse it can muster, every excuse is pathetic, is what it will throw at you to try to get you to NOT do anything that is good for you. You can change. You can incorporate good habits into your routines. You do it ALL the time!
Look at an ad, newspaper, magazine, television, radio- where ever you find it, it replays the same thing over and over until it has successfully implanted itself into your mind. You know it when you find yourself humming along & *POP!* the trigger is there and suddenly YOU CRAVE that item. Whatever it is. A drink, a vehicle, an item of clothing or something to munch on.
Why am I so SPACED? I've been chasing my thoughts trying to corral them all day. Maybe blahging them out will help [someone].
Detox can be started up many different ways. I juice vegis. Half a cucumber, half a fennel, in a celery base. Then I usually go and ruin that delicious flavour by putting in a huge collard green leaf. I was smart today and had the collard green straight and first! Then the bunch of parsley- drank that with my handy dandy straw so it wouldn't chunk up on me. Then, speaking of chunks, I put in a chunk of ginger. How much? A tip-of-the-pinky sized chunk of fresh Hawaiian ginger. [not the pinky- keep the pinky attatched] Then those celery, fennel pieces, and cukes went in. I use the celery to push it all through the juicer. I have an Omega Juicer same as Doctor Mercola.
Whenever I do a detox protocol there is one thing I must keep in the forefront of it all: DRINK MORE WATER. I need to keep the little 3 by 5 card minders up all over the house. I usually drink near a gallon of water in the morning before double digits hit. What this means is that when I'm detoxing I need to get in WAY more. And that, girl, is quite a challenge.
I want to be set free from those things which hold me back. Toxins, I flush you out. I juice cilantro to bind those evil mercury that is in my system. That mercury will soon be coming out.
My independence day is coming. I'm nervous. Independence has its risks, but there is no freedom so great as to choose how I will live my own life. Living on bended knee, to enjoy bread and wine, is no freedom at all. It is not the life I want to live. I will not bow down to eat pop-culture foodstuffs.
There is no success in life so great as to be able to spend my life in my own way. Or as history says Patrick Henry put it: "Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God!;I know not what course others may take; but as for me," Give me a good internal cleansing so that I may not experience death at such a young age as all those around me.
I don't know about you, but I want to live! It is a death to be merely subsisting on crappy food which gives no life. I would yearn for true, mortal death over a life filled with fluff. I would rather have mortal death than a Starbucks, X-box, pop-culture, chase the wind, eek out an existence. If that were my life- give me death. And HOW!
Saturday, July 02, 2005
How typical!
Yesterday I took my boys out shopping to spend their PLAY money after breakfast. With all the smells from the stores and the previous day's insults I was wiped out.
I was wondering what we had for lunch because I didn't have much of a recollection. They said I slept through lunch. I asked them what they had... "Oh, we had Jerey come over." (For lunch?) They didn't eat either. Bleh.
It is so easy to lose the appetite when chemical insults *happen*.
I was wondering what we had for lunch because I didn't have much of a recollection. They said I slept through lunch. I asked them what they had... "Oh, we had Jerey come over." (For lunch?) They didn't eat either. Bleh.
It is so easy to lose the appetite when chemical insults *happen*.
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