Getting well again. You can do it. But do you really want to?

What are the main aims of life, d’you think?

  • To have fun and enjoy yourself;
  • To remain as happy and healthy as possible;
  • To continue learning and growing;
  • To constantly change and evolve.

Those would be my four. And you’d probably agree, I’m sure, more or less.

The one that presents the most problem seems to be the last one, about change. People don’t like change. They’re afraid of it. Change is dangerous, it makes them feel like they don’t have control. So they fight it.

Only last week, a bunch of guys on my Facebook page were discussing how they’d traveled to a Scandinavian theme park and not been allowed on the rollercoaster. Seems that most of them were simply too fat to ride it; the safety harnesses wouldn’t fit around their bellies. Only one was allowed on. That’s because he’d recently had his stomach stapled. The rest of these three-hundred pounders were made to sit it out.

Feeling sorry for them, I posted a quick comment. ‘If you were to cut wheat, dairy, and sugar and all related products from your diet for six months, you’d lose all that weight and you’d fit on the rollercoaster.’ A bit simplistic, but you get my point. Well, the guy who’d had surgery got really angry and defensive, suggesting I was trolling his FB page with faddish dietary nonsense, and added, ‘You’re an idiot!’ (Except he wrote, ‘Your an idiot!’, which says a lot right there.)

The idea that having your stomach stapled as an alternative to simply cutting out the things that are making you obese was, to his mind, ludicrous. But not to him. He was outraged. Suddenly, I was a troublemaker, an idiot.

For a while I was quite hurt. Now, however, I’m starting to see that this is how so many people are today. They’re not like me. If I had physical problems, or lived with major pain, or was facing the prospect of surgery, I’d make all necessary changes immediately – whatever it took to be well again. You do what it takes, right? Well, no. Apparently, that’s extremely unusual.

But here’s the flaw in being lazy around these things. Back to our list again – the aims of life:

  • To have fun and enjoy yourself;
  • To remain as healthy as possible;
  • To continue learning and growing;
  • To constantly change and evolve.

If you won’t change, then that cancels out number 4. And if you’re not evolving, you’ve inevitably stopped learning  and growing, which means number 3 is out as well. It must follow, then, that you won’t be as healthy as you possibly can be, and if you’re unhealthy, how can you be happy? Where’s the fun in being sick or in pain the whole time? So that’s numbers one and two gone, too. Good grief.

One of the men in that group is a great person, by the way. We were good friends in college. Sadly, in the past few years he’s had a brain tumor, epilepsy, a stroke, and some form of palsy, I think, all of which he’s taken pretty stoically. Yet he must weigh 300lbs at least. He has folds on his neck like unbaked loaves. Oh, and he’s recently taken up smoking as well, in case he’d not doing enough to harm his body. At that point, any sensible person would say, ‘Okay, I’m sick, I’m overweight, I’m done abusing myself; I know that fat people don’t live to grow old. So I quit. What do I have to do to get well?” But he’s not changed one iota. Every time he posts a comment on FB it seems to be to boast about the terrible food he’s eating in vast quantities. It’s beyond my comprehension.

Other friends will say to me sometimes, ‘My psoriasis is so annoying,’ or ‘I can’t get rid of this acne,’ or ‘My ears ring constantly – I don’t know what it is,’ or ‘I’m going in for my third chemo tomorrow, but the cancer keeps on coming back.’

RescueTo which I will often say, ‘Wow, that’s terrible,’ followed by, ‘Actually, I think I know how you can get rid of that and heal yourself.’ Especially from hearing loss and tinnitus. There’s a whole bunch of stuff I know about those.

‘Ooh, how?’ they’ll say. ‘I want to be well.’

Which is true, they do – at least, up to a point. However – and here’s the thing that amazes me more than any other – when I let slip that I’ve written a book and the answer they seek may be in there, they go, ‘Ah, okay…’ and lose interest immediately.

One friend, Julia, told me a couple of years ago that she’d just been diagnosed with diabetes. Very sad news, of course. But all is not lost. I’ve interviewed experts about this, and I honestly feel I know why she has it and what she can do to bring her body back into balance, even getting rid of her symptoms.

‘Oooh, how? Tell me,’ she said.

So I revealed the basics, and urged her to read my book.

The moment I said ‘book,’ she backed off. I have to read? Didn’t want to put any time or effort into finding out how to get well. She’d rather stay on medications and continue to have diabetes. That’s up to her, and up to everyone else who’s sick. I can’t be their savior and I’m certainly not their doctor. But jeez, guys, come on. A little bit of effort, a little bit of time – that’s all we’re talking here, and you could be well again.

But already they’ve tuned out.

As a result, I am now convinced of one thing, and it’s this: that people are wedded to their diseases.

Nobody enjoys being long-term sick – that’s obvious. Nobody likes being in chronic pain. It sucks. Everyone insists they Painwant to get well. But give them the realistic option of actually being well, and what do they do? They lose interest. They don’t want to know. They’d rather take the superficial route and have a physician prescribe pills to suppress the problem, even though pills are poisons and can cause irreparable harm to the body. But…well, it’s easier. Less effort.

Another friend, Flora, is permanently sick with a whole raft of ailments that have her in and out of hospital almost every week. The rest of us can see why she’s ill and what she could do to put her body back into alignment. We’ve even done interventions and given her ideas.

‘You’re so right,’ she says, melting. ‘I know you are. I’ll do it.’

But she never does.

Why?

Because, as ridiculous as it seems, she feels comfortable being unwell. Her routine is built around it. Plus, look at the amount of attention she gets, not to mention sympathy. I was rushed to hospital in an ambulance once; it was actually quite exhhilarating. I felt important, a priority, which I never did in my regular life. Same with Flora. If she weren’t ill all the time, nobody would notice her. But when she’s sick, we run to her side, don’t we? Offering help, bringing gifts. That’s very reassuring.

The more sick people I meet, the more sure I become that this is almost universally true.

My best friend in the world died in February. Last year, after he’d been sick for a while with numerous ailments that nobody could explain, I threw out an idea: ‘Why not do a cleanse? Clean out your body and give it a chance to reboot.’

His response was classic: ‘I’m too lazy. If I get really ill, then I’ll do it.’

Well, he did get really ill, by which point it was too late. By the time he left us, he was in the most debilitated, tragic state imaginable.

There is often a way for people to find a way back to wellness, but the moment they find out that it might require changing their perspective, their Too much effortpriorities, their expectations, their diet, their feelings about themselves, and so on, they zone out. Won’t do it. Too much effort. Also, subconsciously, they cling to their state of unwellness because it’s safe and it makes them the center of attention. If their pain went away, what would they talk about? Who would show concern for them? The advantages of being ill are too great. And of course the medical profession exploits their weakness at every turn.

Interestingly, someone I know, a woman who’s been through the cancer mill, read this post and made an extremely valid comment. She said that, when you’re ill, you are bombarded with so many suggestions and pieces of advice that, if someone springs up with even more – ‘Hey, I just wrote something that could help you’ – it’s actually hindering more than helping. ‘Oh great – more damn advice.’

In some ways, this situation reminds me of kids and candy. Most children don’t like eating vegetables, and won’t, given the chance. Make them eat their greens, and they’ll rebel even more. So it’s probably better to leave them to discover in their own time how dangerous sugar and refined carbs are to their body. Then maybe they’ll start eating greens all on their own.

So she suggests I change my tune by saying, ‘I know there’s a ton of the usual medical stuff out there, an almost overwhelming amount, but if you ever want a different angle, one that offers an alternative view from the others and could help sustain you through the hard times, then there’s this little book I suggest…’ and mention the name of it.

That’s fair enough, actually. I see her point.

However, I think I’m talking more broadly, about how reluctant people are to put effort into exploring alternatives. It’s more of an ADD, instant gratification, cultural-type phenomenon.

This doesn’t just apply to disease either, by the way. I hear individuals complain about their life – about disputes they’re having, how they don’t get what they want, that they’re broke, frustrated, unhappy, lonely. They reveal at length how cruel life seems to be. And as they’re talking, I think, ‘My god, I know the answer to your problems! I know what you have to do to put this right.’ And so, being the lovely, helpful guy I am, I tell them.

AND THEY DON’T WANT TO KNOW!!!

That’s how crazy it is. They say they want something better, but they cling onto the current situation out of fear of losing what little they have.

Why Your Life MattersFor example, I wrote a book that would help countless people overcome the problems in their life and  bring them back to a state of harmony, happiness, prosperity, and balance. It’s called Why Your Life Matters. All they have to do is read it, apply the principles, and everything will change for the better, beginning almost at once. Guaranteed.

But will they read it? In most cases no.

Why? Because they’re truly scared at a deep level of knowing what the answers are and of resolving their issues. I see this time and again, and maybe I’m a little like that as well. Familiarity is comforting, even if it’s familiarity with something bad. At least, with the bad stuff, they know where they stand.

Look at the Middle East. Throughout my entire life there has been unrest and fighting there. The different factions may change shape and name and their weapons grow more powerful, but essentially it’s the same show in reruns. They’ve been battling each other for about three thousand years. Three bloody thousand!

War - huh.The people of Gaza even elected a bunch of terrorists to run their government. Why would anyone then be shocked that the result is war?

Even after all the killing and destruction stretching back millennia, still nobody of any consequence goes, “Hm, you know what? This isn’t working, is it? Maybe if we tried a different approach…” Like kindness, acceptance, and forgiveness on both sides, for instance. Like putting down your mortars and grenade launchers and walking away – that sort of thing. Choose peace instead. Choose to be happy. Stop squabbling like little kids, grow up, and live a comfortable life. Above all, recognize how tiny and trivial, when set in the context of eternity and the vastness of the universe, your petty territorial conflicts are. Find the joy instead, and live from that place.

If I had Bill Gates-type clout and money, I’d see to it that copies of Why Your Life Matters were available in every hotel room, every religious and community venue, every setting across the entire region where people gather. Not the Old Testament or the Koran, none of the stuff that fuels partisanship, tribalism, or division, but a book that lays out the simple universal realities of how best to lead a good, compassionate, untroubled life without conflict. It would make a world of difference.

But it’s not going to happen, is it? They’d zone out. ‘You’re asking me to learn a new approach??? When I could be out there blowing shit up?’

They have weapons and grudges, and centuries of painful history to avenge. They must fight, they must score points, they must win – even though they never will and it’s plain to the rest of us that they’re wasting their time on the planet and also their precious lives. I know this because I have four people in my life who are from either Israel or the forner Palestine, and they’re like wasps in a bottle – angry, restless, combative. Good souls at heart? Sure. Loyal and forthright and true. I love ‘em. But oh my god, do they court trouble! Friction follows them wherever they go. So I have insights into this.

That’s why I say, people are married to their misery. Change frightens them more than war does. Growth is too much of a stretch. So they stay small, stick with what they know, continue battling on, obsess over the micro but ignore the macro, the bigger picture, and refuse to learn.

Anyway, back to the point.

After so many friends had mentioned to me how ill they were feeling, citing a broad spectrum of ailments, from hearing loss, to allergies, to cancer, to M.S., to prostate problems, to poor memory….and so on, I took the journalistic approach and researched the subject from the ground up. And I found that there may be an answer to disease. It’s not the insoluble mystery it seems. There is a proven way to make things right, a way that would bring their body back to harmony and wellness and improve their quality of life.

‘Oh really?’ They get excited. ‘What is it?’

Taming the Beast Within Final Cover‘I put it in a short book called Taming the Beast Within. All you have to do is read it.’

And right there their eyes glaze over, their mind snaps shut, and…

Anyway, you get the idea.

At first, this repeated cycle was distressing to me, because I really wanted to help. Now I’m following my own advice in Why Your Life Matters, and releasing my expectations of their response. If they want information that will help them get well or help put their lives on a firmer, happier footing, fine – it’s here in these two books. If they don’t, that’s fine too. I’ve done my bit. I’m no longer invested in any outcome.

Years ago, another friend was very deaf. Profoundly so, and constantly wrestling with expensive hearing aids. At the time, I was midway through my investigation into the real cause of hearing loss and how to remedy it. But since she was suffering so much and virtually cut off from the world, I gave her some advance information.

Her reaction was almost hostile. “Where’s the proof?” she barked. “Show me peer-reviewed studies. If you can’t, I don’t want to know.”

It was so frustrating. Then I thought, ‘Hey, why am I worrying about this? They’re your ears. It’s your problem. Stay deaf.”

And she did. And I’m okay with that.

So that’s how I’m feeling right now. I believe I have the answers to a bunch of people’s worst problems, both in life and in their body. I’ve researched this over five decades. But I can’t force anyone to hear what I have to say. Everything in this world is a choice. As with my old friend, staying deaf is as valid a way to go as any other.

Which brings me to you, I guess. Do you prefer to stay where you are? Are you wedded to discomfort, disease, or suffering? Or are you tired of being this way and ready to embrace new possibilities? Good health is a choice, just as peace is a choice.

You’re an adult. Nobody can make the decision for you. But if you want to move on and find answers, you know what you need to do.

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Candida – a new weapon in the war

If you’re one of those people who’s suffering from a raft of unsolvable ailments, from hearing loss to psoriasis, zits and rashes right up to cancer and M.S., then I have just the book for you. A book that’s like nothing else around, I promise. 

Early last year, I dashed off a little post on here about my run-in with Candida albicans – manifesting as deafness, tinnitus, acne, dizzy spells, mysterious rashes, circulation issues etc. – and how I’d attempted to tackle it. It wasn’t meant to be much, just a speculative discussion about causes and possible remedies. A confessional almost.

Since then I have kept on experimenting and looking for ways – physical, mental, emotional – to overcome this pernicious little horror inside of me. The results are in an amazing new book. 

Taming the Beast Within Final CoverIt’s called Taming the Beast Within: A New Weapon in the War on Candida. You can get it on Amazon HERE. It’s of course on iTunes as well.  

The ebook is crammed with information. It tells you:

  • How to test for Candida
  • What Candida looks like
  • How to respond appropriately to a Candida overgrowth
  • Why treatment by doctors often makes it worse
  • What a 30-day anti-fungal Cleanse feels like (with photos)
  • What the cause of Candida might be. Not the trigger, the cause. How come you have candida problems and not the next person?
  • How yeast infections may be behind M.S., deafness, tinnitus, cancer, acne, Crohn’s, etc.
  • A whole new path about healing Candida, and bringing the body back to harmony. Something you won’t find in any other book.

Taming the Beast Within is an informative and engaging personal journey into the dark and potentially dangerous world of Candida. It costs $6.99.

Its very first unsolicited Amazon review gives it 5 stars. ‘This book is a must read for all humans. The information….is worth every penny.’

Another review says: ‘A great book that has shown me a whole new way forward. Highly recommended to anyone who suffers from Candida, has health problems of any kind or who simply wants to learn more about a healthy life style.’

I’ve put my heart and soul and more into this book, in the hope that it will help other lay people who, like me, have been mysteriously afflicted with unaccountable symptoms for years but never realized why, to come to terms with what they’re dealing with and to fight back. At the very least, it’s an interesting, absorbing, and maybe slightly unsettling read.

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Ease your way through the summer with a mini handwriting analysis for just fifty bucks!

Whenever I’m between projects and have a couple of weeks free, rather than sit back and do nothing, I make myself available to analyze a few more handwritings. And that’s what’s happening now. My new book’s done, I have time on my hands.

3 sheets to the windSo, right now, I’ll do a mini analysis of your handwriting for $49.99.

For that you’ll receive a bunch of fascinating info about yourself. Not just elements of your personality, but pointers to your soul’s journey, whether or not you’re on the right path, how you could improve your position and be more successful, or whatever comes up at the time. I think you’ll be amazed.

writing personIf you’re interested, visit my website and get started. There’s a little video to watch.

It’s very simple.

Click on the ‘Handwriting’ tab, then follow the instructions telling you what to write. Either fax the sheet to me, or attach it to an email, and you’ll receive the mini analysis via email within a few days.

This offer has been so successful and so many people took me up on it, that I’m extending it for the next few weeks.

Looking forward to it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A witty and enjoyable new travel book from Cash

I promised you a brand new travel book, and here it is. My fourth. Called, Best Vacation Ever! simply – and appropriately – Best Vacation Ever!

A ‘delightfully witty and informative travel book,’ it says on Amazon, ‘exploring the joys of river cruising.’It goes on: ‘Award-winning travel writer Cash Peters organizes a group of ten friends and family to go on a cruise through French wine country, along the River Rhône in Provence, starting out from the Roman town of Arles in the south, where Van Gogh lived and painted, and sailing all the way up to historic Lyon.

The sharply observed narrative chronicles life on board a river cruise ship with all its glories and pitfalls. The result is a dazzling five-star vacation that over the course of eight days introduces the group to some of the best food and wine they’ve ever had, as well as exposing them to some very peculiar passengers and a few sharp surprises.

An absolute must-read for first-time cruisers as well as enthusiasts eager to eavesdrop on the experiences of other travelers.’

That pretty much does the work for me, as a matter of fact, because it’s exactly what the book’s about.Best Vacation Ever! features numerous tips and tricks for making a river cruise even better, including:
• How to secure the best seat at mealtimes
• Choosing a good cabin
• How to make sure you enjoy the trip without jetlag
• How not to react to the sight of the ship’s captain packing his bags mid-way through the cruise and jumping in a cab
• How to make the most of excursions ashore
• How to deal with bad-tempered and drunken passengers
• What NOT to bring on a river cruise. Example: children

D’you know who Rudy Maxa is? He’s a big cheese in the travel world, with his own TV and radio shows. And he read the book. Here’s what he said:

“Pithy, evocatively written and hilarious. It’s a most entertaining ride!”

 

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The answers to Life’s BIGGEST questions.

Feeling low or lost? is your life filled with anxiety, fear, or worry? Don’t know which way to turn? Need a boost to your self-esteem, or directions about how to find your purpose?

Then, great news: my latest book Why Your Life Matters is now available on Amazon for your Kindle and as a paperback. Also, of course, to be found on iTunes. I’m so proud of it. Already it’s received seven unsolicited reviews on Amazon, saying amazing things, such as:

Why Your Life Matters‘You will love this book….a must-read…brilliant writer…’ 

Rich with wisdom, replete with guiding principles, and abundantly practical, this book is for us all.’

‘To be short and to the point, this is a wonderful, wonderful read. Once started, I could not put this book down.’

There is nothing out there like this. It is inspirational, uplifting, moving, informative stuff that I guarantee will change how you handle life’s challenges. Above all, it will help you understand who you are and your place in the universe, as well as inspiring you to find and fulfill your purpose.

Just recently, Spirituality & Health magazine ran an excerpt. To read it, click HERE.

Why Your Life Matters is food for the soul for anyone seeking to make sense of his or her life. Great wisdom lives here. Read it and remember why you and your life are indeed important.’ – Alan Cohen.

“So well-written. A very enjoyable read.” Dr. Rita Louise, Just Energy Radio

“I really enjoyed this book. Wonderful principles, packaged perfectly.” Robert Sharpe, BITE Radio

 

 

 

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Candida: could there be a magic potion cure after all?

Taming the Beast Within Final CoverHappy new year, candidates.

New book – available now. Taming the Beast Within. How I tackled Candida and won (almost). Maybe it will help you as well. 

Buy it on Amazon today (click on picture to go to site), and iTunes very soon. 

This is a brief –  but getting longer all the time – P.S. to the Candida post I wrote last year. That whole thing, if you recall, was an experiment to discover what the causes of candida overgrowth are and to find ways to bring it under control. It was a mixed bag. As interesting as it was, other than cutting out sugar, dairy, and wheat, and reducing salt, I’m not sure we ended up any the wiser and the world still searches for a solution.

candida-albicansMy own status is that I still have whistling in my ears and slight recurring deafness that has no rhyme or reason to it, as well as skin that’s prone to break-outs whenever it feels like it, but usually related to the foods I’ve eaten. The break-outs puzzled me for the longest time. Then I discovered they might be related to leaky gut syndrome, and I went, “Oh.”

That’s all: oh.

Well, come on, how many theories I have heard by now? Thousands.

Sometimes, when you have a candida overgrowth, you find that nutrients, toxins, and whatever else spill out through holes in the intestines and enter the bloodstream, which then redistributes them around your body, causing zits, rashes, and all kinds of acne-like symptoms. I’m making it sound more fun than it is, but trust me, it’s annoying in the extreme. Same thing happens with parasites.

Anyway, I’d almost given up trying to solve what is turning into a long-term systemic problem. I was done. Nothing worked. It was just the luck of the draw – something I was stuck with forever. That’s how I saw it. It was quite depressing.

Then, one day last November, I stopped by an amazing health food restaurant in Los Angeles to buy some lunch, and spotted in the cooler cabinet a little plastic bottle with no label on it. Underneath, stuck to the shelf, was a piece of paper that said, ‘Anti-candida shot.’

Wow. Really?

The guy behind the counter assured me it was: i) very popular, ii) tasted good, and iii) actually worked.

The mystery potionSo naturally I bought a bottle. Here it is, on the left. It looks like something you’d carry a urine sample in.

Having drunk the contents, I can honestly say that the man in the store was lying through his teeth – about number ii anyway: the potion was probably the worst-tasting liquid I have ever put in my mouth, and if you know me or have followed my career as a travel writer even a tiny bit, you’ll appreciate how bad it must therefore be. Soooo bad, actually, that there’s nothing to compare it to. Except maybe urine, mixed with vinegar, pepper and ginger.

But hey, that’s just me. And if it works, what the hell – right? It’s worth any amount of suffering if it means getting my hearing back and clearing up my skin.

To make things more complicated: a) the drink is only ‘alive’ in the bottle for 48 hours, so you can’t buy a batch of it in bulk ahead of time; and b) the store only makes it when the chef is in the mood, OR if you nag him by calling up every morning, asking, “Is it in yet?” Which is what I did. After much pestering, I’ve managed to get them to agree to make and sell me two bottles every two days for the next two weeks. It’s my two-two-two candida solution, and if it works, then I’ll be the first to tout it as the miracle healing potion we’ve all been looking for.

So what does the bottle contain?

I asked them. It’s a cocktail of several powerful natural ingredients mixed in set proportions, including oregano oil, pau d’arco, cayenne, apple cider vinegar, and ginger (but no urine). Because it’s made fresh, the store doesn’t ship it, but – and this is where it’s so great – if you email them, they will give you the recipe!!!!! Not sure why they would do that, but it’s what the manager told me. I mean, how fantastic is that? I love these people.

So there you go – I feel a whole new experiment coming on.

The crash test dummy is submitting to another two-week self-medication program. I’ll be drinking a bottle of the mystery potion every day, though not all at once, of course – it’s so strong – and reporting back. At the same time, I’ll be helping the process along by cutting out sugar, gluten, and dairy from my diet, and reducing my salt intake. That at least gives the potion a fighting chance. Then, if it works, I’ll name the place and give you their email address, in case you want to follow up and ask any questions of your own. How does that sound?

Good.

I returned from the store an hour ago, clutching my first two bottles. I am very excited. So let the masochism begin. Come back tomorrow and I’ll tell you how the first day went. Watch this space.

DAY 1:  Drank the potion in two separate stages.

By mid-afternoon, felt slight pains around my liver and also where my gallbladder would be if I had one.  Bear in mind, my body is very confused right now. When you take into account the combined abuse it received between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Day – all the food, all the drinking, and so on – it’s a wonder my organs still function in any meaningful way and haven’t stormed out in protest. So I’m allowing a little leeway for my system to clear itself up.

Leaky Gut

Actual X-ray of my stomach today

As a result, my leaky gut is flaring up terribly and my face is a mess (if this is the equivalent of organs storming out in protest, then the protest is right there on my skin). As the potion kicks in and I cut out the things that cause the problem – sugar, wheat, dairy, etc. – that will subside, I’m sure.

What I’m noticing on this first day is that the skin tone is better. Not  a lot better, but part of it could be that I’m waving goodbye to cookies and chocolates and coffee, and switching to salads and green drinks, using water to flush the system and calm everything down. But it’s hard. Taking this potion is like throwing a wet towel over a nuclear power plant fire. The problem won’t go away in a morning. But at least I’m noticing minor differences, and any zits are clearing up faster than normal.

By tomorrow, there should be progress.

DAY 2:  Well, I guess it depends on what we mean by progress. I say this because something terrible happened.

To begin with, let me admit that I think it’s working. At some level, the magic potion is causing change to happen, because my skin tone is definitely better and the volatility of my complexion has subsided greatly. I still bear heavy scars from the Holidays and the gluttony that is my calling card these days, but on the whole things are picking up quite noticeably.

I have huge sugar cravings still, which I’m told is a sign of candidiasis, because, like the plant in Little Shop of Horrors, the angry yeast needs feeding.  And I confess, I buckled: somebody landed a box of Edelweiss chocolate pretzels in front of me, and I simply didn’t have the willpower to resist eating two of them. But no more. I’m done with sugar, dairy, etc. There will be no more lapses.

So things, I thought, were improving.

Then, last night, something terrible happened, and it left me quite shaken.

I was having a crazy dream – the kind of dream that’s so vivid it jolts you awake. You know the kind? Well, in this dream I was choking and drowning, desperately trying to expel water from my throat. It got so bad that in the end I opened my eyes, and found that it wasn’t a dream. I tumblr_men3eomeiA1rm2wy4o1_400really was choking and drowning.

There was fluid stuck in my throat. My gag reflex was triggered. Vile-tasting fluid that I think was bile, and which would neither come up nor go down, had accumulated in the hinterland past the back of my tongue, blocking my passageway. Oh my god, it was horrible. For thirty seconds or more I resisted panicking and just coughed and swallowed, coughed and swallowed, until eventually the bile dissipated and I could breathe again. But it was a horrific moment. My throat is still sore and the muscles in my neck are aching.  The taste in my mouth afterwards was ghastly as well. Again, it had to be bile from my liver.

First thing this morning I rushed to the health food shop and spoke to the guy who prepared the potion. He seemed unfazed by my apoplectic ranting about almost dying in my sleep. “It’s probably your lymph system detoxing,” he told me calmly.

“But I’ve done four Master Cleanses, how much more bloody toxicity can there still be in my lymph system?”

He rolled his eyes. Doesn’t think much of the Master Cleanse, apparently. “The body’s just clearing out toxins, that’s all. The liquid is strong.”

“Oh. Okay.”

And so I bought two more bottles.

I felt like a fool doing so, but I can’t stop now. I can’t allow myself to be thrown off-course by an act of non-erotic auto-asphyxiation. The experiment will continue. Drinking lots of water and green tea now. No more sugar, coffee, dairy, gluten, etc etc etc. You know the drill.

And we’ll see how things develop tomorrow. I promise I’ll never use the word progress again.

DAY 3: Itchy. So very itchy. It started off at my thighs, but now my ankles itch as well. I’m told that many lymph nodes are in the legs, so maybe that’s it, and the potion is being a new broom, cleaning out all the trash. Still, it’s annoying. Just visited a friend’s place for brunch, and people kept looking at me, wondering what I was scratching.

Also, woke up with loud ringing in left ear, almost distractingly so. Is the candida throwing a tantrum?

The chef who makes up the potion has gone to Australia for a month, so he instructed someone else how to make it while he’s gone. Clearly, the recipe didn’t get passed on right, because this batch is a lot less offensive. I managed to drink a full bottle in under an hour, and do so without convulsing and making noises.

Poop-check: Was expecting blobs of candida in my stool, but nothing so far. The poop sits in the toilet like a sleeping dachshund, peaceful and happy. Hopefully, as I continue drinking, that will change.

DAY 4:  Did I mention the itching? Oh my god. It woke me up twice in the night. Thighs and shins, itching like mofos. And you know how much a mofo itches.

I also have the most appalling sugar cravings today. Since a symptom of candidiasis is an insatiable hunger images-1for sugar, I have to believe that this is connected. Without sugar, the candida overgrowth will start dying off, and it doesn’t want that. So perhaps the itching is symptomatic of change. I notice when I eat too much sugar, or if I drink a Diet Coke, my arms and legs itch for hours afterward. It’s possible it sends the lymph system into overload, trying to remove the crap I’m putting in. So, without sugar, the lymph nodes start cleaning themselves out and I end up itching all over again. Maybe. Who knows?

On the plus side, my skin is looking better all the time. The zits from New Year’s Eve are subsiding finally and things seem to be looking up on that front.

I’m thinking this might be a two to three-week process – reducing the foods that stoke the candida while killing off the overgrowth that’s already there. My ear is whistling today, but not as much. I’m just trusting that this is the candida being pissy like a two-year-old,  and howling – literally – in agony. Instead of tinnitus, I imagine it screaming, “Nooooooooooooooo!”

This is all becoming quite bearable, though, now that I’m in the groove. Even the potion doesn’t taste quite so bad.

Today, off to buy two more bottles. I love the way the store is making sure they have them available when I get there, so that I can continue this treatment. The woman behind the counter told me, “It’s more about the health thing than the money thing.” I love that. They could go broke before I’m healed, mind you, but I’ll respect them as long they’re open. Hurray for them.

DAY 5: I had high hopes that there would be some improvements by now.

The skin thing is definitely a plus, but other than that there’s not much to tell. The tinnitus has subsided, which is good, but the itching continues and is maddening. Whatever’s happening on the inside of my thighs I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, unless I wanted him to scratch himself to death. Since this is a new phenomenon, I must assume that it’s all linked in to the cleanse.

Last night, a friend came over for dinner. “Don’t hug me, I have a cold,” she said. Then it turned out she’d given up wheat and dairy and her body was detoxing. The runny nose was just her body clearing itself out. It’s what happened to me on the parasite cleanse last year. Even so, she left without eating, and without a hug, she felt so bad.

The sugar cravings are catastrophic. I caved again yesterday. Ate two chocolate-covered almonds. Hardly the end of the world, but it broke my intention. I’m shocked at how much the candida wants to be fed and how powerless I am against its demands. They say sugar is as potent as heroin, and I believe it after this. I keep getting up and going hunting for something sugary sweet, then telling myself, “No, buster, you’re having an apple.” But it’s hard. Reeeeal hard.

Oil[UPDATE about sugar cravings] I read somewhere that a great way to combat sugar cravings is with coconut oil. ‘If you take a tablespoon of coconut oil twice a day,’ the article said, ‘it not only has a bunch of health benefits, but it stops the craving for sugar.’ How it does this I have no idea, but clearly it’s a brilliant thing and I’ll give anything a try. So yesterday, when every impulse in my body was telling me to go to Coffee Bean & Tea leaf and buy some cookies, I instead took a tablespoon of coconut oil, and….well, bingo! My desire went away. Just like that.

Now, don’t forget, I’m highly suggestible, so it could be my mind playing tricks. Also, coconut oil is fat you’re putting into the body, but I certainly didn’t want any sugar for the rest of the day.

I must admit, it’s taking me longer each day to get around to opening the little bottle and drinking the potion. Right now it’s 1.13pm and it’s still sitting in the fridge, untouched. I just can’t face the taste. But I need to have it by mid-afternoon, so I’m bracing myself.

Hope things start improving tomorrow.

DAY 6:  Slept through without itching in the night. So that’s good, right?

First thing, off to the health food store to get two more bottles. The woman who usually makes them was late today, so the cashier had to do it. I hope that’s okay. She seems like she knows what she’s doing, but who knows? In any case, I looked at the liquid as I was leaving and it has blobs floating in it. Blobs of goodness, no doubt, but still….

As I sat in the store waiting, my ankles began itching and I spent the whole time scratching them. Without doubt, this is the worst part of this exercise, but otherwise I feel great. What I think is happening is that the liquid is going in each day and bullying the candida into backing down. There are battlefronts all over my body, and the potion is working hard to take down the enemy. Yesterday, I had ticking in my ears. That’s new. And I was a little woozy briefly – I mean for seconds, that’s all. These are, to me anyway, signs of die-off, a signal that something is going on unseen, so I’m just accepting it and plowing on.

I am, however, eating half a pot of probiotics every day, to counteract anything the potion might be killing. Because, let’s face it, it could be a bloodbath in there for all I know, with millions of dead flora and yeast lying around all over the place. I have to put good stuff in to replace that.

Still no candida in poop, I should add. That’s disappointing. Poop-watchers everywhere can stand down. Nothing to see here.

DAY 7:  Depressed and angry today. Wow, this is going great.

SadWhat I noticed when I did cleanses a while ago was that the release of physical toxins often triggered the release of trapped  emotional toxins too. All kinds of old wounds surfaced during the two weeks or so of the cleanse, and I became quite mopey. Well, maybe this is what’s happening today. Not feeling good at all. Persistent problems rankle, old scars are nagging me. Feeling discontented, mildly resentful. Very strange. I keep telling myself, ‘It’s just part of the die-off.’ Only, myself keeps replying, ‘But what if it’s not, and you’re just depressed and angry?’

It took me all day yesterday to face what was in the bottle. If you recall – and if you don’t, scroll up – the woman by the register in the shop made the potion for me because the chef was late, and it had dark blobs in it. Not to be overdramatic or anything, but I see them as ‘dark blobs of terror.’ And…I dunno, I just had a feeling they’d be tough to get down and keep down, so I waited, and ….well, I was half-right. The drink was more potent than usual. I realize now, you have to shut off that part of your brain that goes, “Oh my god, yeuwwww!” and just drink it. Get the thing down and shut up with your whining. Anyway, an hour later my left ear started screeching. Hopefully, that was the candida taking it to the gut and acting up like a little girl.

On the plus side, the itching is way less today. My legs are sensitive and if I wanted to, I’m sure I could scratch them, but I’m trying not to exacerbate anything. Ignored candida is happy candida, I’ve decided.

DAY 8:  Feeling much brighter, thanks for asking. The clouds have passed.

Skin good, itching stopped. Ear whistling more than usual, but bearably so, and anyway it’s probably due to the wine I drank last night.

Wait – what?

This quitting sugar thing is hard, as is cutting down on salt. They’re in everything, often discreetly, especially if brockyyou eat out in restaurants. I’m convinced, as I once again transition to a mainly raw, living, plant-based diet, that if there’s something going wrong with the body, it’s our fault. We’re doing something to ourselves that causes the problem, or perpetuates it anyway, and if we’d only stop doing that harmful thing, then the body – which knows a thing or two about healing and can be its own physician – will put itself right. It knows what to do, it’s just that we keep hindering its efforts by eating the wrong foods, or abusing ourselves with substances, additives, excessive sugar, salt, gluten, and so on.

keep-calm-and-eat-no-sugarThe more I cut out sweet stuff, salty stuff, gluteny stuff, fatty stuff, and dairy-y stuff, the better I look and feel, that’s just a fact, and the healthier my body becomes. So what if it’s as simple as that? Make essential adjustments that the body is crying out for – and we know it is, because that’s what pain and disease are, the body trying to get our attention – and it will heal. Could take a little time, but healing can happen, if only because healing is always on the body’s to-do list.

Yesterday, my closest friend was diagnosed with HIV. he’s been losing weight drastically for a while. The doctor told him, ‘Your liver is eating you alive, and eventually it will kill you.”

OMG. Your own liver can eat you?

When he first got sick, we discussed how he might switch to raw, living food, and try being less angry, exercise more, dump his phobias in favor of enjoying life, and so on – but he was resistant. He loved his comfort foods too much, and his anxieties were a safety net. Instead, he was looking for an external solution; a pill to sort out his problems. But of course that doesn’t work, and now here he is, faced with taking a cocktail of harmful poisonous medicines for the rest of his life, just to keep his liver from swallowing him.

For anyone interested in natural ways to heal HIV, I found a brilliant article you might want to read. The final quarter deals with ideas on how to bring the body back to full health. It sounds amazing, if true.

believing book coverIt would also be remiss of me if I didn’t mention my book. This blog is not about plugging stuff, but the book includes the ‘7 Pillars of Self-Healing,’ and these have helped people all over the world who are sick or coping with disease to understand how healing works. I know it looks like a religious book, but it’s not. But it’s a really useful thing to have on your shelf just in case. It’s available HERE.

So what am I thinking? I’m thinking that this ‘magic potion’ from the health food store may well assist in bringing candidiasis under control, and seems to be doing exactly that – hurrah! – but in the end, it’s going to be down to me – and you – to figure out how we’ve abused the delicate balance of our internal infrastructure, and to take steps to put that right. It’s us, it was always us.

Okay, sermon over. I’m now going down to the store to get two more bottles.

DAY 9:  January 1st, California made it illegal for stores to use plastic bags to put your Unknown-2stuff in. The bags now have to be paper or nothing, and if you want a paper one you have to fork out ten cents. I found this out for the first time the other day at the supermarket, and thought, ‘Nah, I’m not wasting 10c on a bag,’ whereupon, like an idiot, I walked all the way home with an armful of vegetables.

So I go to the health food store yesterday. My two bottles are waiting for me, specially labeled, which is nice (love this store!), and I buy them. But the woman behind the counter doesn’t put them in a bag. And when I ask for one, she in turn asks for ten cents.

“We don’t use plastic bags any more. You can either buy a paper one or bring one of your own. You didn’t know?”

“Yes, I knew,” I say, “but I keep forgetting. And I can’t carry a bag around with me just to put two small bottles in.”

Hippie bag for carrying two bottles in“Sure you can. Get a bag and carry it. Like this one.” (She bends down and picks up a woman’s hippie-style purse as an example.)

“Just so that I can put two bottles in it?”

“Of course.”

Good grief. No way, okay? So I give her ten cents and buy a bag. She then begins riffing about how we have to save the planet and be kind to Nature, something I agree with but don’t want to hear from her. So I rush out before I’m tempted to cancel future orders and not come back. Hate being lectured to by zealots. Even lovely, well-intentioned zealots.

Anyway, I have my precious potion, that’s all that matters.

Update: zits on face clearing up nicely, though it’s taken a week. Ear is whistling still. Skin tone good. No candida in poop. Keep getting little pains here and there throughout my body – stomach yesterday – but that could be part of the die-off.

So all’s going well and I’m feeling good. Don’t forget, though, I have changed my diet as well, and that is probably 90% of this. I’m eating mostly raw living food every day, and anything that’s cooked has to be vegan. I’m only drinking green tea and water. So by not feeding the candida, this is helping enormously. I even have a feeling, as yet unproven, that if I simply did the diet without the magic potion, things would still be improving at the rate they currently are.

But I’m pressing on with the regime anyway to the end. Then we’ll draw our conclusions.  Oh yes.

DAY 10:  Sunday. Got shifting pains in my stomach. Wondering if the potion isn’t a bit hard on the system.

Otherwise, feeling good. Ear still whistling – wondering if that might have something to do with NISC, non-intentional salt consumption. We ate out last night, and nowadays everything I eat in restaurants tastes really salty. Every so often I break with the raw food thing to have normal stuff, just to ensure balance, but always I suffer. By the time we left, I’d lost 30% of my hearing capacity in both ears. Today I’m fine again, but food’s impact on our bodily system is clearly huge. They’re right when they say you are what you eat. Last night I was chicken piccata. Today I’m humble pie.

There’s an interesting article here about whether salt is good for you or not. The comments at the bottom are fascinating. One person says, “My basic nursing course gave me enough knowledge to know salt causes intercompartmental shifts of fluids.” Oh my god, really? That could explain why my ears go deaf when I eat salty food. After all, aren’t the ears compartments? Sure they are. They’re compartments I listen to stuff with. And salt causes ear fluid to thicken in those listening compartments, and I go deaf. So it’s all connected.

Other than that, nothing to report. The face is still in the process of clearing up, but nothing new or bad is happening, so that’s a good thing. I need new bottles, but my partner is getting them from the shop as I’m finding it a little tedious to keep going down there every two days.

Only a week to go. Yay!

DAY 11:  A warning about the potion. It’s made fresh every day, and potency varies.

I mention this because the latest batch is so awful I can’t get it all down. Sorry, not possible. It tastes like they’ve added an extra ingredient, which could be Castrol GTX, or that liquid they put in refrigerators to help them freeze. (Kidding BTW – they wouldn’t do that). Anyway, it’s so disgusting for some reason that, quite honestly, I’ve left a quarter of the bottle undrunk. That means I have one and a quarter bottles to drink tomorrow. Ghastly or not, at five dollars a pop, I’m not going to waste it – are you crazy?

When I recoiled visibly at the first sip, my partner walked over and tried it too for the first time. There was no expression for a while, then a bunch of red-faced coughing and ‘Woah, that’s strong.’

Good, so it’s not just me.

But there’s no doubt it’s having an effect. Face looking better, feeling okay. I have a rash on my neck that I didn’t even bother to mention before – I’ve had it so long, I forget it’s there – and even that seems to be clearing up. So maybe it was all candida-related.

A little miffed that there was no candida in my stools this past week, though. I did a coffee enema yesterday, using this fantastic special enema coffee from Canadadetail_3_detail_2_newbags__36647.1270646735.1280.1280. Once I was done, I was like an archaeologist probing and investigating, digging in my poop for anything even remotely suspicious. But other than making me think, ‘I really have to start chewing my food more,” it was a bust. Nothing interesting.

Oh, and then I had an accident.

Dramatic re-enactment

Dramatic re-enactment

Bear in mind, I’m a stable human being generally and haven’t fallen over, not that I remember anyway, since I was a toddler, but yesterday I fell over. I was putting my shoes on after the enema, using the bed to rest them on. Obviously I didn’t want to get the bedcover dirty, so I used my messenger bag as a footrest instead. I tied the laces, but when I tried to lift my foot off, it caught in the bag’s handle. I hopped a bit, tugged a bit, kept tugging, but too late, I went crashing to the floor. Ouch. Bruised my arm and did something funky to my back that had me worried all night that I may have damaged myself. Fortunately, I’m only bruised, but it’s little mishaps like that that lead to hip replacements in later life. “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.” Very worrying.

DAY 12:   Couldn’t do it. Sorry. Nope. no way. I could not get the thing down my throat. Not immediately anyway. It was so vile that for the first time I watered it down and drank it in stages. Even then, I only managed to get 75% of the thing into my system.

The problem is worsened by the fact that, when you buy two bottles, if the first tastes horrible, then you just know the second one will too, because they were made together. Needless to say, this has been a grueling two days. And my back still hurts.

At Xmas, someone gave us a box of chocolate-dipped glazed apricots. It’s been sitting here the whole time untouched because I was staying away from sugar. But yesterday I lapsed and ate one, and, oh my god, huge mistake. My legs started itching like mofos again. So when you couple the sugar cravings with the itching, I seriously think we’re talking candida in the legs here.

Skin much improved, though. Rash on neck better. Ear squealing still, so not much change there. And feeling fine. The pains in the stomach seem to have stopped. Obviously, it’s doing some good, so I’m not complaining, and I think if it’s coupled with a rigid diet change etc., taking the potion could be beneficial, but as we approach the end of the experiment, I’m almost ready to conclude that a change in diet and health regime alone will perform miracles, and to hell with drinking anti-candida shots.

DAY 13: The potion wasn’t ready today. The person who knows the formula didn’t arrive until 3.30pm, and even when they got there, the store didn’t have lemons. So I had to wait until 4.10pm. There’s something adorably scrappy about any business with organic/raw nutrition at its heart. The people seem to have it together on the surface, but look beneath the patina of civility and decorum and there’s always a little kooky turmoil going on. I like that. And I still LOVE this store.

Ear termites

Ear termites

These new bottles taste better, that’s for sure. Yesterday’s was an aberration we’ll never mention again. What’s interesting is that within an hour of taking the latest lot, my left ear started ticking the way it has done before, but more intensely, and crackling. This continued until I went to bed. I can’t decide if that’s the candida physically being torn from the cells and sent packing by the potion, or if I have something trapped in my ear that can’t get out. I’ve read about doctors finding spiders and even cockroaches in people’s ears before now. This sounds like termites.

And the itching in my legs! Oh, boy. They’re practically bleeding from the scratching I’ve been doing, and that’s not good, right?

Also the zits have come back around my nose. I’m now convinced that this has more to do with diet than anything. Diet feeds candida, which promotes leaky gut, which leads to zits. That’s it. That’s the circle of life for yeast.

Mouse, visual aidOh, and I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a mouse on my bed!  A mouse, though! Not once have we ever had rats or mice in this house, but last night I opened my eyes and found a mouse sitting on my blanket. Jeez. Maybe this potion works like a cologne and makes me attractive to rodents suddenly. ‘Eek! for Men’ from Jean-Paul Gaultier. That would really round off my week perfectly.

DAY 14:  Just got back from the health food store. Told them about the severe itching – they had no idea what it might be. Told them about the disgusting, foul-tasting liquid they’d sold me, passing it off as an anti-candida shot, and they were quietly horrified. So they’re giving me two free ones. That means I’ll be doing the experiment for an extra two days, then giving it a rest for a while to see what happens.

saunaSpeaking of itching, I now have a lumpy rash behind my right knee – a cluster of bobbles crying out to be scratched. And of course I oblige. This, together with how raw my ankles are from scratching, is making life extremely uncomfortable.

I mentioned this to the woman in the store and she agreed that it might be the lymph system playing the diva and going toe to toe with the candida. If so, there must be a full-scale battle happening in there. I mean, what, other than candida carnage, causes bobbles behind the knees? She suggested I take a sauna to speed up the release of toxins. Well, it just so happens that we have an infra-red sauna in the house. We bought one years ago. Had it shipped from China. It’s a great little thing. So I’ll use that tonight and see if it has any results.

Other than that…nothing to report. Ear still ringing, sugar pangs just as strong as they were, feeling okay. No candida in poop. I do keep getting small headaches above my left eye, which I believe has something to do with the liver/gallbladder meridian, so something’s happening there too.

To sum up, I’m a mess, but a healthy one.

DAY 15:  I’ll keep this short, simply because the itching is making me irritable and I can’t sit in one place for long.

Had a sauna last night to drain some of the toxin build-up away (see above). I still scratched my legs well into the night, however, so I’m not sure it helped at all. Let’s just say it didn’t, and leave it at that.

Another great way, I read, to help the lymphatic system drain is rebounding.

Me this morning on my rebounder.

The lady is a trampoliner.

Well, how’s this for amazing? Just as we happen to have bought a sauna years ago, we also, around about the same time, bought a rebounder, which is a fancy name for a mini-trampoline, the kind clowns leap on at the circus before jumping through a fiery hoop and setting their hair on fire.

According to a site called Candida Solutions: “Rebounding is a cellular type of exercise that cleanses the cells and strengthens the body’s immune system….The act of jumping can cleanse the lymph nodes and cause perspiration, which can also have a cleansing effect. It also gets your heart rate up and gets oxygen through your body, which creates an alkaline environment. Because candida thrives in an acidic environment, it’s ideal to get yourself to an alkaline state.”

Same thing, only with an annoying person doing it.

Same thing, only with an annoying person doing it.

Ooooooh!

But wait, there’s more. According to the same site: “Just five to ten minutes a day of rebounding could substantially increase your body’s ability to successfully reduce candida bacteria production.”   Woah, dude – that’s huge.

So I’m throwing this into the works as well, while taking every precaution as I do so to make sure my hair doesn’t catch fire. My new regime, then, consists of: rebounding every morning, sauna-ing every night, and in between times consuming lots of green vegetables and juices. This is combined with a reduction in salt intake, and cutting out refined sugar, dairy, and wheat products altogether. I will also be continuing with the anti-candida potion until Monday.

I have to say, though, that my skin is much-improved; the rash on my neck is considering going, I feel sure of it – it’s clearly in two minds; the bobbles behind my knee have gone; I have no aches and pains, and I feel great. Oh, except for the damn itching, which is in my ankles, my thighs and yesterday in my back. Otherwise terrific.

So there you go – consider yourself updated.

DAY 16:  So I wake up this morning with a large puffy growth on the inside of my right elbow – at that point where syringes go in when nurses need a blood sample. And I’m thinking, ‘Wow, candida, you’re quite something. This potion is your nemesis and it’s causing you to flee.’

Turns out it’s a spider-bite. Bloody hell. Now I have something new to scratch.

The itching in my legs had stopped completely by last night, though, and I slept right through. That bit’s great. This morning, they’re back to itchy again. Half of me wants to go ahead and stay on the potion until the candida is eradicated; the other half of me is scratching the spider bite. First a mouse, now this. Jeez.

The whistling in the ears has gotten quieter, I think. And, very noticeably, my complexion is way better. And when I eat foods that previously gave me zits they don’t now. So the leaky gut is being tackled all the time and resolved, I would say. But, as I keep repeating, I’ve also modified my diet to largely exclude troublesome foods, so it could be that. At any rate, I’m coming off the potion Monday and will stay off the harmful foods too, see if the skin thing keeps going well.

Today I have to go visit my friend with HIV before he starts chemo for lymphoma this week, so my thoughts will not be on myself and my itchy legs for once. That might be useful as they’re starting to obsess me.

So there’s progress, but not the kind of blazing success I was hoping for. If I consult my book of medical divination, the I Tching, I see that, the moment I come off this potion, all these symptoms will stop. I can only hope.

DAY 17:  So here we are, on day 17 of our 14-day experiment. I have two final bottles left in the refrigerator, one for today, one for tomorrow, then I’m stopping.

Current state of play: my ankles are bloody from scratching. Bloody, I tells ya! My left ear is still whistling, though nowhere near as much as it was. My shins have small swellings on them. My face has a zit that, even though everything else cleared up, has persisted throughout. And I got bitten by a spider – nothing to do with the experiment, it’s just one more swelling on my body that won’t go down.

In the healthfood shop yesterday, I spoke to a guy this time, and he emphasized that the anti-candida shot is no use at all if it’s not accompanied by tough lifestyle choices – no sugar, reduced salt and fat, and so on. “If you’re taking the anti-candida shot, but you’re still eating these things, how can it work? It can’t.” Which makes me feel even guiltier about those chocolate-covered glazed apricots I ate, and other sundry lapses. Damn my boundless appetite for the good things in life!

After tomorrow, my plan is to continue the experiment, this time without the potion. Cut out all the candida-promoting things that I like to eat, maintain a steady regime of green vegetables, juices, etc., and simply monitor what happens.  At the very least, I think the itching will go.

The whole thing has been annoying, I would say, with no conclusive result I can point to and go, “See? My candida’s on the run. It works!” That’s just not how I feel. I’m left thinking, ‘Hm, I wonder if it’s the candida that’s causing the itching, or the potion itself?’

All of that said, yesterday I visited my friend who has AIDS and cancer both at the same time and is wasting away before my eyes. The fact that my legs itched and I’d been bitten by a spider suddenly seemed particularly smallfry concerns alongside his suffering. At least it added a sense of proportion that was missing up to this point. We have every belief that he’s going to recover somewhat, but he’s at his lowest ebb right now, and I came home in a much more sober frame of mind and less obsessed with something as trifling as whether my ankles are bleeding.

DAY 18:  Well, this is depressing. I wrote an entire entry this morning explaining the state of play, and for some reason it never appeared on the blog. All day I felt my work was done, and now I have to rewrite it. Bugger. Anyway, here goes…

Today I’m not itching. This is the headline. But I figure it’s because I’ve not had my potion yet. And why have I not had it? Because I wanted to eat a scone first.

“But hang on – why, given that everything about a scone promotes candida, would you eat a scone?”

You make a very good point. Because I wanted to see if it was sugar causing the itching in my legs, or the drink.

So I ate the scone, and guess what – no itching. Hurrah.

Therefore it must be the anti-candida potion. Which leaves two options: either the potion itself causes the itching and I’m allergic to something in it, OR my legs are Afghanistan and the potion is on the front lines fighting the Talibandida. trying to regain ground over my lymphatic system, and everyone knows that lymph nodes are rampant in the legs. Hence the itching.

That’s my theory. Probably not a good one, but it’s all I have.

So it’s now 2.50pm on the very last day of the experiment. I will drink the potion at 3pm. Even now it still takes me ten minutes to summon up the courage to drink it – it’s quite horrible – and about an hour to get it down. Tomorrow I will tell you what happened, and also finally reveal the name of the store and its details, in case you want to contact them about their lovely potion.

Secretly, I’m quite glad this is over. I’m tired of wriggling and people staring at me, wondering if I have fleas or bedbugs.

DAY 19: Here we are, it’s done.

I left off this blog yesterday just before I drank my final anti-candida shot. By bedtime, I can report, my legs were itching again. So the two are definitely connected – hopefully in a good way.

Therefore here is my conclusion: the anti-candida shot probably works.

Probably, notice. Because I have no idea, honestly.

It seems on the face of it to be a worthwhile addition to our armory on the assault on candida overgrowth, but I don’t think it’s an antidote all by itself. We have to play our part too, and that part seems to involve – unsurprisingly – cutting out of our diet all the things that promote candidiasis: sugar, fruit, dairy, wheat, etc etc etc. Without those actions by us, there’s no magic potion that can come along and zap away the problem. This is not Bewitched. On the other hand, anyone who’s willing to take all necessary steps to avoid those factors that promote candida overgrowth may well find that the anti-candida shot is a worthwhile weapon in the battle. It tastes so horrible, how can it NOT be doing something?

I found the people at the health store to be incredibly concerned and helpful. They couldn’t have been more obliging during this experiment. These are really nice guys, and even if you don’t use their ‘anti-candida shot’, I still recommend the place. The word awesome is overused, but this store definitely is. The food – and especially the raw desserts, OMG – is incredible.

My spiritual home

My spiritual home

It’s called Lifefood Organic. 

The store is at: 1507 Cahuenga Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90028

Their phone number is: (323) 466-0927. Their website is: HERE. And the glowing Yelp review page is HERE.
 
Also – because I know what you’re like – you can email them HERE. 
 
When I was in there Saturday, I asked the guy, “Is it okay if people contact you for the formula for the potion?” And his reply was, “All the ingredients are available commercially, so it’s not a secret. Yeah.”
 
So I leave it up to you.
 
And finally, for the sake of perspective once again, I should note that my friend who’s dealing with AIDS and cancer simultaneously goes in for his first chemo today. He called me yesterday, unable to speak and barely able to breathe. He’s lost 95lbs in mere weeks, and is very depressed and very scared. He fears he’s dying. We hope not.
 
[UPDATE ON LEN]  Sadly, he didn’t make it. The AIDS swept through his body so fast – diagnosis to demise in under six weeks. He thought he would live forever. And to a certain extent that’s true, he will. Still, we’re all missing him like crazy.
 
His brother, Ray, is a phenomenal writer. Prior to Len’s death, he penned this article about him. Check it out.  
 

 
 
 

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SEPTEMBER READING: Sail through summer with a fresh look at your soul’s journey

Never before have so many people been ready to grasp their destiny and run with it, building a new life of freedom and prosperity. But before we can advance into the future, we have to release all those things that are currently holding us back. Intuitive handwriting analysis is extremely powerful and can help with that.

For the month of September, you can have a full-length exploration of your deeper self and soul’s path running to several pages for a mere $225.

3 sheets to the windOR you can have a mini analysis, costing just $49.99. Three pages of insightful information and inspired direction that will amaze you.

For more information, go to my website, click on the Handwriting tab, and check out the testimonials. You can read there how people react to what they receive. There’s also a video here that explains the impact it can have.

We all think we understand ourselves. We believe we have it all together and know what we’re doing. But oftentimes that’s just a story we’re telling. A mask we wear. Behind that mask is a bottomless pit of insecurities, fears, doubts, shame, regrets – stuff that holds us back in life.

By identifying our issues we can take significant steps toward resolving them and moving out of our rut. I call it soul mapping, but it’s really about learning to move forward by exploring what’s getting in the way of our progress, whether financially, in relationships, success-wise, even health sometimes. Think of it as emotional archaeology. Actually, think of it as the soul crying out to be heard.

Spirituality & Health That’s where I come in. I have a gift.

There’s an article in Spirituality & Health magazine about it that you can read here, if you want to. I’ve become astonishingly adept over the past few years at taking someone’s writing and seeing the real person underneath. The person nobody else sees. I can look behind the mask and send back a report of several pages basically explaining you to you in a way that’s never been done before. From there, you may take the analysis and use it to grow and develop. Information like this can be the foundation for being happier, more contented, more prosperous, and achieving what you want in life. That’s the hope, at least. What you do with it is up to you.

Basically, it’s channeled energy, and boy, is it powerful!

“Incredible. This analysis is ridiculously accurate it’s almost scary. This is definitely the insight I’ve been needing. I now am realizing what’s been holding me back all these years. You have no idea how much this means to me.” E.G.

“I want to thank you for opening my mind, my heart, and my whole being. It is extraordinary that you knew the whole me better than I ever knew myself. There is no dollar amount that can measure the value of what you have given me. I am truly grateful.”  K.B.

“Fascinatingly complicated. I loved how my dark and light showed up and the dualities of the 2 people that live within me. I can not tell you how happy I am that you saw me for all the flaws and all the heart that exists. That is really what most people I would think are looking for, which is much different than a psychic reading…you really are able to help people validate themselves. Which has in one moment taken 47 years off of my shoulders! I FEEL A SENSE OF TOTAL PEACE. Thank you!” B.H. 
 
And another one that arrived only this week:
 
“Phenomenal!  I am still reading it over and over to savor every kernel.  There is a lot here and it is going to take me a while to digest it all.  I find it to be very accurate and it has given me SO much to think about. You have an amazing gift! Thank you from my heart.” J.T.
 
So if you’re interested, and eager to get a deeper insight into how you function and why your life is at it is, get in touch, and let’s make 2014 wonderful together.

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