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Collapsible Popeye and one dead Jesus

Saturday afterthought.

I want to talk really quickly about Prop 8. But first I have to mention food.

I know I drone on a lot about health and nutrition. I do, there’s no denying it. The reason I’m so passionate, though, is because I know there’s a kind of karma at work here. Body karma, you might call it. In other words, you get out what you put in.

PopeyeRemember those collapsible toy figures from years ago?

Someone gave me a Popeye once. He had a button underneath. Press the button and Popeye went all limp and droopy. Let go, and he sprang up to full height again. I figured a button was probably cheaper in the long run than giving him spinach. Then again, I was only 10, so I had no fix on reality yet. Still don’t, as a matter of fact.

Anyway, healthy living is like a collapsible Popeye.

Treat your body right, nurture it with yoga, exercise, and meditation, eat foods that contain life – plants (including spinach), fruits, nuts, seeds, seaweed, algae, and so on, and bingo, what it gives you in return is glowing health, lots of stamina, a bright, buoyant mood, and an immune system equipped to handle even the strongest ailments or disease.

Conversely;

  • put in a lot of dead stuff  – meat, chips, fries, cookies, candy;
  • drink poisons every day, such as alcohol, sodas, and those toxic fruit juices that claim to be good for you, but actually they’re just sugar and food coloring in water; and
  • endanger your lungs with cigarette smoke

and what you’re heading for in most cases is debilitation, disease, and premature aging.  Your body basically just wilts and dies. It has to, you’ve not sustained it in the ways it needs for survival.

I always find it hilarious to watch smokers, especially young ones, sitting around so proudly with cigarettes, sucking in long drafts of carcinogens and expelling them again into the air, imagining as they do so that they look pretty damn cool. When, in fact, the image they’re really presenting to a steadily more conscious world is of a hopeless addict with very low self-respect, and not enough will-power or good sense to quit corroding their insides with toxins.

I mean, do they not watch the news? Every time there’s an apartment fire, how many occupants are carried out on stretchers suffering from smoke inhalation? Smoke in your lungs is lethal if not treated. So why would you subject yourself to it voluntarily? Jeez.

In short, the principle of Body Karma decrees that if you do the right thing you will get the right results and your own personal Popeye won’t collapse.

Which brings me, in a roundabout way, to the California Supreme Court’s decision last week to endorse and uphold the iniquities of Proposition 8 and prevent gay people getting married.

Unlike protestors outside the court and others – my neighbor David Hyde Pierce for one – I’m not angry about the decision. The judges weren’t saying gay people are sinners, outcasts, agents of Beelzebub, and shouldn’t be allowed to get married; they simply decided they couldn’t overturn the majority vote of the California electorate as it stands right now.

Even though Prop 8 was passed mainly due to financial manipulation and scare propaganda put out by those conniving evil bastards at the head of the Mormon Church in Utah (who do believe that gay people are sinners, outcasts, agents of Beelzebub), it nonetheless limped through the system and became law. For now. And until it ceases to be the law, then mere judges are not able to countermand it. That was their point.

It did make me think, though.

Imagine if, a few years ago, when all of this really came to a head, the government had done the right thing and okay’d civil unions for homosexuals. Countrywide, no exceptions, all benefits, all rights. Stopping short of calling it marriage perhaps – that way Christian bigots could sleep easy in their beds, assured that the institution they claim to treasure so much wasn’t in the grip of Satan and his followers after all –  but elevating same-sex couples to the same status as every other normal person in America. 

If that had happened back then, we’d have had equality in everything but name, and probably been satisfied with that. The whole issue may even have subsided for a while.

But the government didn’t do the right thing, did it? It gave in to the religious bullies who use the power of the pulpit to hypnotize the millions in their thrall, and refused to budge an inch.

Now look what’s happened. Because of a few hardnuts playing politics with people’s lives, a time-bomb has started ticking, one that’s going to go off way sooner and with a much bigger bang than it otherwise would have.

Such is the outcry against this continuing injustice; so utterly demonized has Prop 8 become, along with all those who, to their shame, supported it; and so loud and insistent is the drum-beat for change, that gay marriage is coming at us faster than it ever would. Faster, in actual fact, than some of us are really ready for. (I mean, what will I wear?)

Because of the humiliating spasm of outrageous bigotry that Prop 8 represents, it’s my guess that within a couple of years the very thing the combined small minds of the National Organization for Marriage, Miss California, the Mormons, and all their ghastly sort – the real sinners! – have been campaigning against so lustily for so long, may well happen after all. 

Not only that, but to hell with civil unions. Gay folks will probably end up with full rights under the law AND able to call themselves legally “married.” How groovy is that?

It’s karma at work, people.

Feed hate, cruelty, selfishness, fear, and division into the system, and you get massive problems out at the other end. But do what’s right by society, be fair and accepting and kind, and you’re rewarded with justice, harmony, happiness, and calm.  

ChristThese aren’t my ideas, by the way; some guy I read about called Jesus came up with them first. Unfortunately, he was put to death before his time by a different bunch of religious zealots. They too thought they knew what was best for everyone and believed that the weight of their preaching could keep a good set of ideals down. As a result, he became bigger than their narrow, fearful minds could ever have envisioned.

Sadly, it also means we’ll never know what he thought of gay people getting married. My guess is he’d have been for it. Not only for it, but standing on the picket lines, tongue-kissing guys to make a point, and tossing beer-cans at passing Mormons. Jesus was cool that way.

 

TV Swami – he waaaay off-track today. But he say YES to good nutrition and loving one another. Not a bad thought for the weekend.

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Want to join a health rebellion? Sign up here.

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Forgive me if I talk in whispers, but this is a big day on TV Swami. Because today we’re starting a rebellion. Oh yes.

Just a small one. Nothing too alarming. But one that could affect significantly people’s health and wellbeing for years to come if they dare to jump on board. I’m not exaggerating. There’s a chance here to be in on the ground floor of a revolution, in which a growing number of disaffected citizens unite to turn their back on:

  • the massive PR spin put out by doctors, claiming that they actually know what they’re doing a lot of the time, when I don’t think that’s true;
  • pharmaceuticals that usually don’t heal, they merely suppress symptoms or, worse, generate a whole bunch of new symptoms they didn’t have before. “This product may cause dizziness, dry mouth, kidney failure, headaches, nausea, collapsed lungs, a prolapsed colon….” You’ve seen the ads. “Ask your doctor if Phebopraximunxilkahesathite Plus is right for you.”
  • the medical establishment which has such a stranglehold on media advertising, spending billions to brainwash the general public into believing that standard medical practices are the only way, even as they’re suppressing information that validates alternatives to taking pills or surgery. 

Well, this is where we take a stand. Or at least, I do.

For the past three years, ever since a doctor told me I had only twelve hours left to live and removed my gallbladder, when in fact all I needed was, not surgery at all, but a harmless liver and gallbladder flush to remove stones that were causing me pain – since then I”ve become a disaffected health rebel. A wild man operating outside the system, researching my own health regimen and pushing doctors, and dentists even, to the farthest fringes of my life where I can’t see them. Having said that:

  • Do I still pay for health insurance? Of course. This is America, you need a safety net;
  • If I broke my leg, would I trust a doctor to treat it, or a dentist to handle a serious toothache? Sure I would, are you nuts?

I’m just handling the rest myself, that’s all. No more prescriptions, no more operations or treatments done in fear or panic. Prevention rather than cure. Anything less than a full-blown emergency is now in my court. I’m reclaiming my power.

Last night, I attended the 100th birthday party of Dolores Hope, Bob Hope’s widow. Phyllis Diller was there, and Bing Crosby’s former wife, and Gloria Stuart, that woman who played Rose in Titanic. She herself is almost 98 and holding up well. Kinda. As is Dolores, looking coiffed and well-turned out, even though she was confined to a wheelchair.

In fact, I’ve never seen so many people in wheelchairs in my life, outside of a convalescent home. It looked like the starting line of a go-kart race for the old and infirm. Everywhere I turned, it was hard not to trip over a body flopped lifelessly in a seat. Making this one of those fun but utterly tragic affairs that leaves you feeling happy (and in my case quite drunk on free champagne) but also contemplative and a little sad. 

And it got me wondering, as I sat on Dolores and Bob’s sprawling couch, admiring their private golf-course beyond the patio doors: what’s the point of spending your life accumulating houses in Los Angeles and Palm Springs and hundreds of millions of dollars, if you’re too sick and tired to enjoy it? Is this truly our destiny? To be enfeebled and dependent and chair-bound when we’re older and barely able to slice our own birthday cake without the help of nurses and assistants standing by? Or is there another path?  

What if we were to do things differently?

If we turned away from the previous generation – most of whom smoked and drank, did very little exercise, and generally assumed they’d be dead by 80 at the very latest, so why bother taking care of yourself? – and dared to look after our bodies in new, more enlightened ways? So that not only do we reach 100, but we zoom carefreely right past it, outliving all the nurses and assistants, and cut the cake ourselves. 

That’s my new goal: to outlive everyone.

I know that life isn’t a go-kart race. But it could be. And quite honestly I’d rather be in a go-kart than a wheelchair any day.

Anyway, three years ago, after my utterly needless gallbladder operation, I was so annoyed with the medical profession that I set out on a major journey of exploration, experimenting with dozens of different methods, foods, techniques – much to the amusement of my friends, who thought I was insane! – in an attempt to find myself a bunch of small things I could do every day to prevent future sickness. To keep my body healthy and vital. And after much trial and error, I hit on a regimen that I’m sure no doctor would approve of, but which, to a health rebel like me, a wild man operating outside the system, made total sense and actually felt good when I tried it.

I discovered so many amazing things. What foods turn to acid in your stomach, what kind of exercise keeps disease at bay; even how to sit correctly on the toilet. Seems I’d been doing that all wrong for years.  It’s been incredible.

Furthermore, starting today, I’m going to share some of this regimen with TV Swami readers. Not suggesting that you try it necessarily – that’s up to you. You’re a responsible adult, you must decide whether rebellions are right for you, like Phebopraximunxilkahesathite Plus . But more as a living example of what can be done to yourself on the inside, to keep in shape and try to ensure that your body is functioning at optimum levels well into old age.

Today’s topic is swishing. Or oil-pulling. In fact, I’ve been swishing while I wrote this. I do it most days, and find it carries significant benefits for me.   

WHAT IT IS 

Swishing is an ancient Ayurvedic technique (known as kavala gandoosha) that started thousands of years ago in India, and involves swilling organic sesame or sunflower oil around your mouth on an empty stomach each morning, to draw toxins out of the mucus membranes.

WHAT IT DOES

If you believe the holistic experts, swishing cleanses the bloodstream, ridding you of  poisons. They claim it brings a certain amount of relief for sufferers of glaucoma, heart and kidney problems, ulcers, bronchitis, and a bunch of others. But even if you’re not ill, given that it removes toxins, it may well insure against future illness.

At the very least, it makes your teeth whiter and keeps your gums in incredible shape.

WHAT YOU NEED

  • 1 tablespoon unrefined, cold-pressed, organic sunflower or sesame oil. (I use sunflower, it’s less heavy)
  • a glass of warm water
  • 1 teaspoon of sea salt
  • an empty cup or ramekin

HOW TO DO IT

It’s so easy.  About an hour after you get up in a morning, and before you eat breakfast, sip the oil into the mouth and start “chewing” it to trigger the saliva. Chew chew chew. Work it around the teeth, sucking and swilling it, keep it going. Swish for fifteen minutes or so. (Make sure you’re doing something else while this is going on; it’s very boring.) Then spit it out.

DO NOT SWALLOW THE OIL.

By the time you come to spit, it should have turned a foamy white. If it hasn’t, I bet you’re cheating and you didn’t keep it in long enough.

That foamy white stuff is toxic. So I spit it into the trash, not in the sink or the toilet. Apparently, if you spit it on a plant, the plant will die. I also carry a ramekin or cup with me during this process, because one time it triggered my gag reflex, I spat it down my shirt, and couldn’t get the stain out.

Once you’re done swishing, swill the mouth with the warm salted water, then spit that out too. You might want to clean your teeth at this point.

That’s it. Done. Morning swish over.

Obviously, if you’re allergic to one oil, use another. If you get side-effects, quit, or at least consult a health professional before continuing. You’re an adult, you know the drill. But several people in my circle do oil-pulling regularly, and nobody’s experienced any side-effects.

Questions? 

There’s a site that answers most of them. Read that before you try it. And of course Curezone has a very active support forum on oil-pulling, where you can ask every question you can think of and find out a whole bunch of information. Also, here’s a nice little article I found useful.

Anyway, Dolores Hope’s 100th birthday party ended at 7pm. As we were leaving, tripping drunkenly over photographers and wheelchairs, I saw there was a ton of food left on the table. Food that, because it was free, I’d eaten waaaaaaaay too much of. In passing, I asked one of the waitresses what would happen to it. She said they’d be throwing it away.

What????

Appalled, I suggested they take it to a homeless shelter instead. “Oh no. We can’t,” she said. “The homeless people sue if you do that, claiming food poisoning. Then you have to pay them millions.”

They do? Jeez, another tragedy.

Probably in the past, one greedy, self-serving lawyer filed suit on behalf of a vagrant and won the case. Now all homeless people must suffer and go without free food because of one guy’s disgraceful opportunism and stupidity.

I mention this, by the way, only because there are stupid, greedy, opportunists everywhere these days. It’s simply a fact. People who’ll read my little blog here, somehow find a way to abuse the process, and rush straight to their lawyer. That’s why we have disclaimers. Mine’s to be found on that tab at the top of the page. I’d be grateful if you’d read it and digest the contents.

TV Swami – he say YES to spitting up toxins.

Did I mention the DISCLAIMER?

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Is it wrong to steal a celebrity’s fruit?

I ask, only because our prestigious (I’m told) and extremely popular (I’m guessing) actress neighbor Rachel Bilson has an ornamental Japanese fruit tree in her front yard that overhangs the sidewalk.

Every April, the tree is a prodigious producer of yellowy, rubbery fruit called loquats, most of which drop to the ground, turn bad, and get squished. So, as a public service to keep the street clean, when my partner and I go for our evening stroll, he will usually reach up, pick a couple, and eat them – while I walk ahead in a jaunty manner, whistling, and trying to pretend nothing illicit is going on behind me, just as I do when he decides he needs to pee urgently and rushes off into someone’s garden.

Anyway, in the event of a court-case, let it be known that I neither approve of stealing, nor participate in it. Not for reasons of conscience, but because I happen not to like loquats.

Still, the qesstion remains: is my partner really committing a felony here?

My lawyer would say no. And if he didn’t say no, I’d fire him and get another. Here’s why.

Being in movies, Bilson – who is marrying Hayden Christensen, for reasons not obvious to the rest of us – struts the public stage. In that sense she is the property of us, her adoring (and in one particular case slightly puzzled as to who she is or what she’s done) fans.

Now extend that idea. If she’s going to let fruit hang down outside her home into a public area, doesn’t that kinda make that fruit ours in the same way?

My replacement lawyer, if he knows what’s good for him, would say yes.

Sidebar. Our friends used to own Bilson’s house. They, in turn, bought it from Noah Wylie, the E.R. actor. According to them, he left the place a real mess. For instance, when he had the kitchen installed, apparently, he didn’t buy regular units like the rest of us would do. Instead – again, according to our friends; this is just a passed-along rumor snippet – he had NBC set-builders come in and construct a kitchen set in his house, one that was so badly done that it had to be ripped out in its entirety and replaced with a real, workable kitchen our friends could actually use. 

And before you go rushing off and telling this to people, I am immediately distancing myself from the information. I can’t confirm that it was a TV kitchen set, or that Wylie was the one who installed it. Maybe the owners before him were amateur set-builders and they did it. But I certainly saw the room before our friends did the ripping, and it was pretty crummy. 

Anyway, my point is, the loquat tree used to belong to Noah Wylie, then to our friends, and that’s when we started taking fruit off it. So, in a sense, we’re really just carrying on that same sacred tradition with La Bilson, right? I mean, every tradition has to start somewhere.

At the very least, R.B. should consider this a pay-off for the massive weirdness and inconvenience she’s causing by being popular. 

I say this because in recent weeks the paparazzi have resurfaced in the street. Damn, it’s so annoying. Creepy little weaselly foreign-looking men in unmarked cars hog the curb for hours and hours and hours on end each day, waiting for her to emerge, hoping they can grab a couple of snaps of her walking, or staring up at her loquat tree, wondering where all the fruit’s gone, and sell them to TMZ and Entertainment Tonight

Walking by yesterday, I could tell she wasn’t even there. Her truck had gone, the place was empty. Yet still they sat and waited and watched. It’s very unnerving.

I wanted to go up to them and yell, “Get a life!” Or at least take a photo of them for a change and post it on here for you; teach them a lesson. But I thought they might see me and beat the crap out of me. These little thugs are like a sissy mafia; they’re very temperamental. 

Worse still, we have to make sure they’re not out there with their cameras when we pass the loquat tree. To take fruit under cover of darkness is one thing. To have it appear on the front page of The Enquirer next week is another.     

Oh, the shame.

 

TV Swami – he say YES to fruit theft.

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Why doctors will never find a cure for cancer. You read it here first.

Er…because it’s not in their financial interests to find one? Just guessing.

It’s becoming increasingly evident, to me anyway, that we must try to heal ourselves as much as possible. Some health gurus, such as Andreas Moritz [see UPDATE below], are now saying that cancer is simply the body’s final way of telling us, after many previous attempts failed and the signs were ignored, that we have done wrong by ourselves, endured too much stress, a toxic diet, poor attitudes, lack of sleep, and so on, and the day of reckoning has come. If he’s right, then maybe it’s time to stop with the nonsense and get our system back into balance – or pay the price. Cancer’s message is very straightforward, he says: there will be no more warnings. The next step could be fatal.

I’m nothing to do with healthcare for the most part. I have no dog in this fight, other than a book I wrote about miraculous healing, which I recommend to anyone interested in avoiding disease or recovering from its effects. Otherwise, I’m just a regular guy. But I hear it more and more about doctors. That they want to keep us returning to them, not only for the good of our health, but so that they can maintain their income. A dead patient is not a profitable one.

Same with drug companies. You’re only valuable to them if you’re still breathing and able to buy their overpriced products. So cancer victims are frequently subjected to the most horrible and barbaric treatments, from chemo to surgery, treatments that work for some, but can also tear down the cell structure of the body, extending their life in many cases only a few months or years. Harmful medications are prescribed routinely, despite bringing on horrendous side-effects. Doctors Taming the Beast Within Final Coverattempt to suppress the symptoms, they don’t go in search of the root cause. Why? Because that’s not their job, it’s ours. It’s up to us to figure out why the body is staging this act of rebellion we call disease and then tackle the issue at source, making any changes necessary to our lifestyle and habits, preferably with trained help and advice. There’s a lot more about this in my book Taming the Beast Within: A New Weapon in the War on Candida, since more and more people are coming around to the view that Candida and cancer are connected. One leads to the other.  

I believe in science. I have great faith in doctors, and admit we’d be lost without them. But when it comes to my own body and what happens to it, I am the final authority. It’s down to me. The buck stops here. I take full responsibility.

I was reminded of this as yet another prominent person – E! News host Giuliana Rancic – yesterday announced that she’d been diagnosed with breast cancer. Always sad to hear. But even sadder was that she announced she was going straight into surgery this week to deal with it. And who told her to do that? Why, her doctor, of course! Probably scared her half to death in the process, poor woman.

The book I mentioned above, by the way, has proved to be one of the most popular and enduring I’ve ever written, so I’m giving it a little more prominence today. It’s called a little book about believing; The Transformative Healing Power of Faith, Love, and Surrender.

It looks to some like a religious book. It’s not at all. But it is highly informative, entertaining, energizing, and filled with hope and tips for making your life better.

Further details about the path to healing and what it might take to get well can be read in this blog post.

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Cancer has become one of the biggest blights on the modern world. It’s also one of the most widespread. We all know people who are living with it or who have died from it. My own mother, for example; kidney cancer took her down in a matter of months. Like the actress Farrah Fawcett, she relied very heavily at the time on God to step in at the last minute and save her. With enough prayer, she figured, there might be a reprieve. But he didn’t and there wasn’t, and now she’s gone.

As it is, various truths are surfacing about cancer that go contrary to conventional medical practices. It may surprise you to learn that I’m not a doctor. That’s why there’s a big old disclaimer at the top of the page. I’m everyman. A guy whose mother died from a horrible disease when she probably didn’t need to. But here’s what I’ve learned in my own life. Maybe you’ll take something useful away from it.

1) 80% of cancers heal themselves if we leave them alone. This is the Andreas Moritz view. As soon as we’re diagnosed, he says, we leap in there and start fighting it. But here’s the shocker: fighting cancer the traditional medical way may actually help spread it and kill you anyway!

Sometimes the best reaction to such a diagnosis, apparently, is to relax into the experience. Eat right, meditate, do yoga, change your thinking, educate yourself about holistic treatments that oxygenate and alkalize the body (one guy in Canada achieved encouraging results using cannabis resin), and generally bring the body into peace and balance so that the immune system is restored to good health and can do its job, which is to heal you.

In that scenario, your goal as the patient would be to nurture your immune system so that it, in turn, can nurture you. Actually, this applies whether you’re sick or not.

2) Cancer is often a reward; it’s just not the kind of reward you like. There are health practitioners out there, the more advanced-thinking ones, who don’t subscribe to cancer being a disease at all, but believe that in many cases it’s merely a harsh reminder from the body that you’ve been doing something wrong for the longest time, and now you need to get straight, pal, or pay a hefty price.

Bill Maher got it right when he said that there’s no real mystery to why there’s an increase in cancer. “It’s in the food, people!”  Toxin-, sugar-, and chemical-filled food, as well as smoking, stress, drugs, lack of sleep, etc etc etc. – lead us on a downward path and deplete the body. We know this, we just so often choose to ignore it.

3) Conventional medicine asks the wrong questions and does the wrong things. I’ve heard this said many times. Cutting bits out of your body, blasting you with radiation, cramming you with drugs – it’s what doctors automatically do; they treat the symptoms.

What they don’t do is go back to basics and treat the cause of the symptoms, by asking: “What is this disease trying to tell you? What have you been doing wrong all these years that you’ve driven your body into a state where it actually has to get ill before you’re willing to listen to it? And how are you going to correct this pattern so that the body can heal itself?”

And since there’s no money to be made from letting the body heal itself, it’s straight to surgery, pills, chemo – stuff that benefits the medical profession financially, but that in a lot of cases can do waaaaay more harm than good. Do you realize how many people die at the hands of doctors every year? The percentage is HUGE

Whenever I see a high-profile cancer sufferer on TV – Patrick Swayze, who was in a terrible way for a while; Dr. Randy Pausch, the Last Lecture guy who died; and dozens more – I always see that they’ve rushed to have radiation treatment or had huge chunks of their body cut out by doctors. Chunks that may be  really necessary to their recovery, but which they don’t have any more.

I even heard that actress Christina Applegate had both her breasts cut off just in case she contracted cancer in the future. I mean, yike! If that’s true, how insane is the faith we, as a society, place in men in white coats? At what point did we all get brainwashed into believing that doctors had all the answers?

4) Conventional medicine will never find a cure for cancer. Are you crazy? D’you have any idea how many hundreds of thousands of people, would be put out of work if a cure were found? The billions of dollars that would be lost? How many institutes would have to close? As long as cancer thrives, so will big business and the millions who leech off it.

It’d be the same story if Jesus returned, as so many Christians believe he will, and started telling evangelicals that most of what they teach and believe is, in actual fact, an ugly contortion of  what God wants, and not even remotely related to what’s good or right. D’you think they’d rush to give up on their rigid beliefs, close down churches, shut down those ghastly, hypocritical, money-grubbing  TV networks they have? Not a chance. They’d simply find a way to crucify him all over again.

I don’t care how much you donate to charity or how much research is done, or how many trials the drugs companies carry out – I bet a 100% cure for cancer will never be found. Look how much money has been poured into research already, and yet cancer is more widespread than ever.

5) Alternative treatments may provide an answer. The mother of a friend of mine defied five sets of doctors, each one of whom advised her to have a tumor removed from her breast. Instead, for five years, she went down the holistic route with all kinds of treatments – Asian mushrooms, Essiac tea, coffee enemas, stuff modern doctors laugh at and decry. But, according to her (and her doctor, too, years later), the tumor became benign and shrank and the cancer healed itself.

Three little stories to back up what I’m saying:

1) An elderly friend of mine told me recently of a pact she made many years ago with a woman she’d known since childhood. Both these women found they had breast cancer around about the same time, and both were tormented by what to do about it. While the other person was scared and submitted to the full cancer treatment program that her doctor threw at her, my friend refused it. She simply ate better food, relaxed more, and abstained from stress and worry and fear. Above all, she refused to concede any ground to the cancer, but more importantly to the medical profession. And guess whch one of them’s alive today. The other woman died a long time ago; the treatments killed her. My friend, on the other hand, is just fine. The cancer simply went away, she tells me.

2) I met a young lawyer at a party last year who told me that her brother had been diagnosed with stomach cancer and was told he could die within months. On finding this out, instead of submitting to fear, he did the uncommon thing – he told family and friends, “Let’s never mention this again.”

“So how is he doing?” I asked her.

“Well, the family freaked out, of course. We all did. But we wanted him to get treatment. Instead, he bought a dog, had lots more fun, changed his diet, and just relaced more. And now he seems fine.”

3) Finally, there’s a big-name movie actor who is currently suffering with blood cancer. I only know this because he happens to be the longtime friend of a friend. But he doesn’t want the industry to find out, so I’m not going to give his name. However, for a couple of years he submitted to standard medical treatments for this condition, only to find that the treatments were breaking down his body more than the cancer was. In effect, his doctors were kiling him. So he took back control and began investigating alternatives.

And in the end, d’you know what helped him turn the corner? Hash oil. Cannabis, basically.

There’s a movie called What if Cannabis Cured Cancer? Following the information contained in it, this big-time actor a few weeks ago began administering strong doses of hash oil to himself on a nightly basis, and you know what? Already he says he’s on the mend. He looks better and feels better, and for the first time senses that he has his life back in his own hands.

These are just three stories; there are many more, some of them featured in my book, along with a ton of fascinating information, all of which has shown me at least there’s a lot more to this cancer thing than we’ve been led to believe. Over the years, the National Cancer Institute has apparently spent $105 billion looking for a cure for cancer. All that money wasted, when in truth the answer may well be staring us right in the face. Simple message: find the root cause and tackle that, don’t merely work to suppress the symptoms.

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Anyhow, that’s it. My ten-penneth.

I have to say, though, that, as I watched the TV documentary Farrah’s Story a while ago, about the dying days of Farrah Fawcett, all of this was buzzing through my mind. If only she hadn’t gone to doctors. If only she’d tried other ways. I just wish these people invested more in alternative treatments that are out there, and knew that they don’t have to rush into surgery, and that, indeed, by letting doctors treat them in conventional ways, they may in fact be accelerating their own demise.

Very sad.

By the way, if you haven’t already please read the Disclaimer above.

And here’s what people have been saying about the book:

Gripping. I couldn’t put it down. A book that even true skeptics can believe in!” – Len Richmond, director of What if Cannabis Cured Cancer?
“An extraordinary book with a life-changing message” Andreas Moritz, author of Cancer is Not a Disease.
“A remarkable first-hand exploration of the faith-healing phenomenon” – Dr. Brian G.M. Durie, Aptium Oncology, Inc.
“This book is surprising, challenging, eye-opening, sensitive, touching…I’m running out of words. Just get it and read it.” – Caroline Lehman, author of Through the Moon Gate 
‘”This is an important book for the issues it raises…I highly recommend it” – Jeffrey. D. Rediger M.D., Harvard Medical School

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[UPDATE: December 6th 2012] It’s being reported that health guru, and the author of Cancer Is Not a Disease, Andreas Moritz has died. I’m having trouble believing this. At first, I thought it had to be a prank, but I can’t find anything anywhere to contradict this news, so increasingly it’s seeming to be true.

The cause of death is mysterious. His family is not releasing the reason. It’s being suggested that he may have been assassinated by the pharmaceutical industry. He’d received death threats, apparently, and was constantly at war with drug companies over their products. So I guess that’s possible.

But, conspiracy theories aside, if he died of cancer, as many are also supposing, then that would surely indicate to the doubters that, all along, Andreas Moritz was exactly what they were claiming he was – a quack, whose homespun anti-cancer protocols (and he had one involving maple syrup and epsom salts) sold lots of books, but don’t actually work. That could lead to his estate being sued. 

In any case, for now those who were closest to him are playing it safe by saying, “He ascended towards the light” or some such vague New Age mantra, without offering details. It’s a cop-out that has left a lot of his followers disappointed, if not outright angry.

A lot of what Andreas said and wrote about healthy living made perfect sense to me. I’ve adopted his practices here and there over recent years and felt nothing but a great benefit. So I don’t judge him on that score. I shall just remember him as a generous and incredibly passionate and knowledgeable man in the field of health. Someone who was kind enough to give a positive review of my book about John of God, and who helped thousands of people on Curezone.com to deal with their own health problems.

He was a valuable human being and he made a difference. We should all be lucky enough to have that said about us when we die.

R.I.P., buddy.

[UPDATE: November 25th 2013]  The cause of Andreas Moritz’s death has finally been revealed, apparently. Paul Nison, a raw food expert who knew Moritz and his family, issued a statement attached to a video on YouTube. Here’s what he says:

“A couple of months before his transition, Andreas was exposed to insidious mold inhalation. This, with time, created complications that led to heart valve failure, which stemmed from his childhood “severe arrhythmia”. Understandably, Andreas refused to have invasive surgical treatments or procedures, living by his deep-rooted beliefs and supported by a calm, inner knowingness that his time on Earth was completed.”

So now we know. Mystery over. And a lesson learned: avoid mold.

 

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A Casual Friday treat. To you with love.

It’s Casual Friday here on TV Swami.  Where I come from, that means you quit work early – in my case before you’ve written anything – and do something more fun instead. And because we live in a world where everything’s take take take, I thought I’d buck the trend by giving for a change.

TV viewers in Britain are backward, we all know that. After a hit show has been broadcast in America, they don’t get to see it for ages. The tape has to be unspooled off the machine in New York, packed in a box, and mailed to London, where it can sit for days waiting for someone from the BBC or ITV  to pop down the post office, pick it up, cycle back to the studio with it, unwrap it, watch it for rude bits just in case, then spool it onto a machine, cue it up, and on and on and on….honestly, it’s a whole rigmarole. 

As a result, they don’t get to see fresh new 30 Rock episodes when we do. In fact, I believe NBC has fixed it so that foreigners can’t watch their rerun website Hulu.com either, preserving the sanctity of copyright so that shows don’t blow their load in foreign markets too soon.

That’s why, if you’re foreign, you’ll be glad you stopped by TV Swami today.

Last night was the finale of the third season of 30 Rock. Jack Donaghy has finally tracked down his biological dad and found to his surprise that it’s Alan Alda. Not only that, but Milton Green, the character Alda plays, has been looking for his biological son too, not out of love but because he needs a kidney. So Jack does what any truly self-serving  TV executive with love in his heart and a full Rolodex would do – he ropes in Elvis Costello, Cyndi Lauper, the Beastie Boys, and a bunch of others for a charity video.

Therefore, as your Casual Friday treat, especially for people overseas not fortunate enough to live  between these great shores and see TV shows when they’re made rather than years later after we’re done with them, here is the Give a Kidney Now song, courtesy of the Huffington Post, from last night’s season finale of 30 Rock.

Enjoy.

 

The 30 Rock third season has been spectacular and gets five magic carpets out of five.

TV Swami – he say YES.

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Starving radio guy makes movie

No blog today.

What d’you mean, why not? I’m busy.

But I should just mention that my controversial little movie short Inside Out, about the two weeks I spent in January not eating food, is now showing in two film festivals: the Urban Suburban Film Festival in Philadelphia in mid June, and this weekend – May 17th – in the Jacksonville Film Festival. So if you’re in the vicinity, go see it.

Or, if you can’t be bothered, the whole thing is on my Facebook page. (If you need to be my friend to join and see it, then mention the film thing in your friend request, otherwise it won’t get accepted.)

While I was filming a scene for the movie at the studio, I received my first-ever reprimand from the BBC. For broadcasting during my weekly radio segment health information that a bunch of doctors and concerned weirdos thought was dangerous. It wasn’t dangerous, of course – people have been fasting for thousands of years – but we continually bow to anyone in a white coat with qualifications, so I had to guarantee I’d never mention the health stuff again, or I wouldn’t be able to continue my broadcast in future. Yike.

Ironically, Inside Out is showing in these festivals alongside another movie: Everything Bad is Good, made by a friend of mine, Len Richmond, a movie, oddly enough, that I happen to appear in as an interviewee. 

The subject is: how doctors kill you.

Touche.

 

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Bigotry Lite

I know, before you say it – Carrie Prejean is a stupid, vacuous, delusional young woman. I was going to say bitch, but Perez Hilton beat me to it.

More than that:  a stupid, delusional, vacuous young woman whose show of outrage and cynical tears at a press conference yesterday was so preposterous that it made David Shuster on MSNBC want to vomit, and he said so.

Prejean has been brainwashed by the upbringing she keeps mentioning (and actually, with no trace of irony, seems quite proud of) into believing that God and the Devil are fighting inside her head. Inside her head, though. That’s what she told Focus on the Family’s religious nutjob leader Frank Dobson on his radio show, and she honestly believes it. God and the Devil chose the head of a glamorous, over-preened dimwit as their battle-ground to wage this particular stage of their eternal struggle.

And while they’re duking it out, fighting for supremacy – Satan’s using hateful gay people like Perez Hilton to get his message out there; God’s using Carrie herself –  God and the Devil are telling her things. Things only Carrie can hear, of course, but which she’s happy to interpret and relay to the rest of us who have the misfortune of not being completely bonkers.

God, for instance, is saying things like, “You – you of all people, Carrie – on April 19th, the day of the Miss USA Pageant, were chosen to be a role model for discrimination and division, and you need to get out there right now, little lady, and use your title as Miss California to spread as much unrest and  misinformation as you can and let the world know that “opposite marriage” is Satan’s work.”

Or something like that. I was too busy laughing to catch every word.

And to help her along, God got Sarah Palin to rush in and endorse Prejean’s brand of Bigotry Lite, as well as inspiring thousands of equally narrow-minded dimwits around the country to send her emails of comfort and support, convincing her she’d done the right thing.

And I have no doubt that, if this were the late 1800s, they’d be writing in to support her decision to back slavery as well.  

That’s why I believe that yesterday’s announcement by Donald Trump, the guy who owns the pageant, to let this twit keep her crown, despite a bunch of tits-and-ass-related lies and deceptions and rule-breaking that TMZ.com and others are claiming went into winning it, is a PR masterstroke.

Trump truly is a genius. I’ve never admitted that before. But after he managed to bring the tired old Apprentice franchise back from the dead and turn it into a smash hit again, and now this – well, I take my hat off to him. And I don’t even own a hat. So you can tell how much I admire the guy.

He’s such a total shrewdie. 

Having seen, I assume, that Prejean was heading for trouble. That she was destined to be a victim of her own dumb mouth and a national hate-figure. And possibly suspecting that her pre-packaged, all-American, natural blonde beauty hid within it a dark core of fear, ignorance, and prejudice that would appeal to millions of similarly misinformed Christians across the country, he leapt at the chance of having her as a figurehead within his organization.

His reasoning in a nutshell: “Hey, she’s cute. It’s the 21st Century. These things happen. Get over it.”

But that’s not, I believe. the real reason.

Why did he really bend over backwards to keep her in the game?

Because, like Sarah Palin, everywhere this girl goes from now on she’s going to be dogged by controversy. And any kind of controversy, as we know, is excellent for business. Donald’s business.

Starting yesterday, Prejean became an even bigger target. At every public appearance, she’ll no doubt be cheered by a few similar dimwits who share her views, while being jeered and despised for her ignorance by everyone else. David Shuster isn’t the only one who feels like vomiting when he hears this woman speak. Hell, I’ve never been an activist, but even I would turn up to an event to heckle Miss California.

Possibly foreseeing how this despicable drama might scotch the reputation of what has been, up to now, a fairly clean competition, Shanna Moakler, the pageant director, today resigned her post and walked off the stage. Good for her. At least someone has principles we can believe in. 

But the best thing of all – at least potentially – and here’s where Donald Trump really has himself a coup – maybe – is that the issue of gay marriage is currently rolling through the California Supreme Court. By June 3rd, we’ll know whether the judges have decided to overturn the cataclysmic Proposition 8, the anti-gay marriage, pro-hate move sponsored by the despicable Mormon Church, and allow equality for all.

Five states have already seen reason; California could be the next to go.

And if it does, we will witness the most deliciously ludicrous situation develop: one in which Miss California, prominent fool and vocal proponent of division and inequality, finds herself playing the representative of a state that completely undermines everything she stands for.

Oh dear almighty God – now she’s got me talking to him too – please, please, please make this happen, I beg of thee. 

To sum, up: the current state of play is this: Miss California has won the right to keep her crown, despite a whole bunch of tits-and-ass-related shenaningans. By June 3rd, gays in California may well win the legal right to get married finally. But…

The overall winner, whichever way the Supreme Court dice fall, is Donald Trump and his crummy Miss USA Pageant, another faded, forgotten hack tradition that he’s managed to turn around and make current and exciting all over again.

As I say, that man’s a genius.    

UPDATE: June 10th 2009. Carrie Prejean has finally been booted from her title of Miss California. 

This from the TMZ website:

Donald TrumpDonald Trump just told TMZ he gave the green light to fire “biblically correct” Carrie Prejean‘s award-winning butt because she just wouldn’t do the job and treated people badly.

Trump told us Carrie refused to appear at around 30 events on behalf of Miss California USA. He says Prejean was contractually bound to appear and she just wouldn’t do it. He doesn’t think her attitude has anything to do with her politics.

Trump said: “To me she was the sweetest thing. Everyone else — she treated like s**t.”

 

The Miss USA Pageant gets four magic carpets out of five. Carrie Prejean gets zero.

TV Swami – he say NO to bigotry.

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There’s a great parody of Carrie’s ridiculous, two-faced speech on YouTube.

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