Independently Healthy – Cleansing: A Personal Account
by nielskunze on March 16, 2015
I took full responsibility for my own health about twenty years ago now. That means that my personal health outcomes are within my own hands. And although I may still solicit advice from ‘experts,’ I wouldn’t have it any other way; there’s no one ever to blame. (Blame is a silly game we play with ourselves in order to shirk responsibility.)
In recent months, I’ve advised my regular readers to engage a cleansing protocol in their lives, especially for the gut– where the third brain resides, home of the organic dream-body. There are nearly limitless products and procedures available for intestinal cleansing; finding what’s right for you can be a major victory in itself. The focus of this article will be to describe my experience of recent months during which I’ve actively cleansed. There is absolutely no suggestion that what I have found to work well for me is in any way appropriate for anyone else. What I regard as courageous and efficient may very well be deemed to be stupid and dangerous to others. I’m offering my own experience here as an example and guide, but not as a strict template to be followed. (You’ve probably gathered that I’m not too keen on followers anyway.)
The goal is to eliminate or significantly reduce the buildup of mucoid plaque in the gastrointestinal tract. It is not merely the accumulation of dangerous, health-damaging physical toxins we are attempting to depose however, but also the ‘dense energies’ which accumulate alongside the physical debris which interferes with our proper dreaming. We’ve all heard of various parasites that may live in our gut; well, let’s not forget to add demonic and/or archontic entities to that list. If we give them a suitable home, you can be sure that they will take up residence.
About nine weeks ago, I decided, for the first time, to do a full hydrogen peroxide cleansing protocol. By mass, the human body is about 65% oxygen. Oxygen is by far the most prevalent element in our bodies. It stands to reason that when oxygen is deficient, human health will likely be commensurately deficient too. That’s why I chose an active-oxygen cleanse.
Briefly, the peroxide protocol goes something like this:
Day 1: add 3 drops of 35% food grade hydrogen peroxide to a glass of water and drink, 3 times per day.
Day 2: add 4 drops… 3 times a day…
Day 3: add 5 drops… 3 times a day…
Increase by one drop each day until the dosage of 25 drops of 35% hydrogen peroxide in a glass of water, 3 times a day is achieved. (In case you don’t know, that is a huge amount of active oxygen to be putting through one’s physical system. Remember that 35% peroxide is almost 12 times stronger than the 3% you can typically purchase at the drug store for topical applications for preventing infection of cuts and abrasions.)
Stay at the maximum dosage for two weeks or as long as deemed necessary.
Then, begin descending dosages, adding one less drop per day to each glass– still taken 3 times per day… until the dosage tapers back down to the beginning amount of 3 drops per glass, 3 times per day… and end.
The whole procedure takes approximately 8 weeks to complete in its basic form.
Hydrogen peroxide must be taken on an empty stomach, as it will react with many common foods. It should be taken a half hour before eating or a full hour after eating.
At any point during the protocol the dosage can be suspended and maintained for a few days or weeks at a particular level according to individual body reactions such as nausea, rashes, acne, or other cleansing reactions.
The hydrogen peroxide protocol is NOT recommended for individuals maintaining a very poor diet just prior to initiating the protocol. It is especially important that high quality fats including proper ratios of essential fatty acids are included in the diet for at least 6 months prior to initiating the protocol. Cell membranes throughout the body are primarily composed of lipids. When these fats are of poor quality, the cells are vulnerable to oxidation. Peroxide cleansing is an oxidative procedure that will destroy cells having compromised membranes. A few sources of high quality fats are: hemp seeds, sacha inchi seeds, krill oil, salmon oil, etc.
Throughout the procedure, I use my tongue as my primary diagnostic tool for determining how the cleanse is proceeding. The human tongue is a fractal map along the lines of common reflexology for indicating where toxins are built up, stored, and mobilized for elimination. Sometimes it gets pretty gross as to what actually exudes from my tongue on a daily basis as I proceed through a cleanse. I brush my teeth (and tongue) much more frequently during cleanses– primarily with soap and baking soda. (I haven’t used toothpaste in over 15 years.)
In addition to the basic peroxide cleanse, there are other substances which I employ as needed as the ordeal progresses. For instance, it is not uncommon for old injury sites to become sore and inflamed during a heavy-duty cleanse. My left knee which suffered an ACL tear about 15 years ago got extremely sore for a couple of days recently for no apparent reason (other than the loosening of toxins stored at the old injury site). It even made it difficult to just walk or stand comfortably at times. Fortunately, I always keep a supply of systemic enzymes on hand for just such occasions. The special blend of well-formulated systemic enzymes (Wobenzym, for example) when taken on an empty stomach, will reduce inflammation throughout the body, reducing swelling and pain for many hours. Enzymes are also generally considered as cleansing products in their own right, breaking down denatured proteins and scar tissue as well as helping to eliminate undigested food from the gut and bloodstream.
I also make a point to drink my whole-lemon lemonade as often as possible during a cleanse. Lemonade (or limeade, if you prefer) when made with the peel and pith included contains hundreds of cleansing and healing factors. A new addition I discovered during this cleanse was to add about a half teaspoon of baking soda to my lemonade to turn it into a fizzy drink which made it more fun and even more cleansing. (Baking soda is another excellent internal body cleanser and neutralizer.)
I have also employed the colon cleanser Colosan a few times during this cleanse. It is comprised of various magnesium oxides which directly break down and liquefy the mucoid plaque in the gut.
I am also careful to take very nutrient dense substances into my body daily throughout an intense cleanse. These might include: marine phytoplankton, spirulina, chlorella, pine pollen, nascent iodine, moringa leaf powder, etc. By eating these substances every day, I am sure that I am getting all the nutrition I need in an easy manner to digest and absorb, so that my body can concentrate exclusively on elimination. (For a complete list of useful substances consult my Quick Reference Guide— to which I am still adding individual descriptions.)
One product which deserves special mention is Panaseed’s cold-pressed coriander oil. A dropper-full of this magical liquid twice daily helps ensure efficient cleansing of heavy metals and markedly increased absorption of nutrients from food and supplements. I intend continuing taking coriander oil daily even after the cleanse is officially ended. I am thoroughly convinced of its value.
As I stated earlier, I am already 9 weeks into this peroxide cleanse. I lingered at the full 25-drop dosage for an extra week, as my tongue indicated that something significant was being purged from my stomach. Now I have paused at the 17-drop level on the descending side of the protocol too, as my tongue indicates that there is a great deal of debris now exiting my intestinal tract. The 17-drop level is convenient because that’s how many drops are in a single dropper-full, so it makes measuring very quick and easy.
One significant result of this cleanse so far is that I was recently compelled to eliminate all of the old cobwebs and accumulations of dust from my living space. While I was carrying a huge toxic burden, I hardly noticed all of the winter-accumulated filth in my living space. Once I had significantly cleaned myself out, I could no longer stand to reside in the same toxic environment. I have also placed bags of dead sea salts strategically throughout my place in order to neutralize dense energies, as well as cleaning with baking soda to cleanse my environment.
I anticipate being done with this major cleanse in about another 3 weeks. At that time I will report any significant developments or results.
Happy spring cleaning!
The Daily Forest Report March 14, 2015 Jeux Sans Frontieres
by nielskunze on March 14, 2015
(Games Without Frontiers by Peter Gabriel)
New/Old Find
As Sitka continues to unearth skulls from the pliocene epoch…
Golden Nest
Another Nearby Nest
…and we stroll by the empty nests from last year’s familial concerns, there’s a certain feeling of abandonment. The Forest is a bit like a ghost town… minus the ghosts.
Everything’s changed. (I know you’ve felt it.)
Historically, it was we who held the world at arm’s length away, not wishing to be too intimate with the beast we’d learned to take for granted.
It’s a new epoch, one which demands our equal participation. We can’t just be passive observers anymore, keeping our heads down, hoping no one will take any notice. We are the Life Carriers, the WingMakers.
First Butterfly
Butterfly has come, long before the faintest hope for the first flower’s bloom, to help us complete the transformation. (I could only catch him on the GoPro.)
I stood two days ago on the Mesa and spoke to the still-slumbering tarragon where its brown and dried stalks still stood as fecund memories. “Wake up, little Tarragon,” I said. And the very next day…
Wild Tarragon!
…Tarragon was up! My palate rejoices at the prospect for new and varied flavours already beginning in the wee hours of Spring’s dawning.
Solar Sprouts
It seems it’s all been waiting for me, for my explicit consent, for my annual rejoicing. This budding, this flowering, this bursting forth… we clasp in unity, hand-in-paw to this earthly breast.
Okay, so here’s the plan…
I am called to designate this area sacred space– the whole quilted landscape, stitched by these feet. I will erect inukshuks at each of the four cardinal points. In the East, I will encase a poem for the Ancestors; in the West, I will place a song for the Future Generations; in the North, I will bury a secret for only the River to know: and in the South, I will leave tobacco and other sacred herbs.
I will offer myself… as I was created to be– a steward.
Our old relationships have been torn asunder… in case you hadn’t noticed. It is for us now to recreate these loves anew, in accordance with our fresh alignments. We are the calling forth of Life… as always it was meant to be lived, unfettered… in these games without frontiers.
The Daily Forest Report March 11, 2015 A New Dynamic of Interaction
by nielskunze on March 11, 2015
Again!
It’s different now.
Even though some things barely change, if at all… is it only at the surface, at the level of appearance? Is there yet somewhere deeper we may go in this longstanding relationship?
Eagle in Flight
I’ve been telling you about Eagle for weeks now. This time he let me snap a few pics as he circled again in the distance, above the eastern peaks. I captured him three times in flight, at nearly full zoom with auto-focus. This was the clearest one.
Submarine Footpath
I also told you recently that it seemed as though the Forest was holding itself at an arm’s length away. It isn’t quite as immediate and accessible as it has been in the past. Ironically though, the River insists on these drastic incursions into the Forest where I stretch my legs, wandering through these contemplations.
Frozen in Place
There’s a clear offer of camaraderie here, but also the discontinuity of taking anything for granted anymore.
These myriad relationships will only proceed according to deliberate, conscious intent and action.
Just Down from the Canyon
This is Dutch Creek, flowing from the west. Around the next upstream bend the canyon begins. I had hoped to venture in upon the spectacular ice flows, but the winter conditions never proved safe for me and the dogs this year.
Northern Climbs
And this is looking north from the Mesa. I try to show you different peaks from time to time.
Gorgeous
My little cabin in the woods from 2003 is still tucked away there, inside that gorge. I’ve stitched so much of my life into these treasured footsteps here, sewn myself within this living tapestry, but the Forest is demanding something deeper now– something beyond this casual embroidery.
It wants ceremony, soul-family connections, dreams with the ancestors. My personal, conscious effort is the new dynamic, aimed at simultaneously drawing me deeper within as drawing me further out. It’s a stretch, but I’m up for it!
I’ll keep you posted, of course.
Mystical Masters Collaboration for the Week of March 4 to March 10, 2015
by nielskunze on March 10, 2015
Thirsty
This week we have a dual topic: Nourishment and Dance. They’re practically synonymous, right?
Okay, not quite. I choose nourishment. Now, I’ve written heaps on my blog already about conventional (and maybe not-so-conventional) nutrition, so this time I’d like to play a little game of ‘What If’ instead…
What if there’s only One here?
What if we’re actually self-nourishing?
What if predation is a lie?
What if each of us exists in a unique universe all our own?
What if all of the ‘others’ we encounter are like hired, scripted actors working for the Improv Academy? What if everything they say to us is intended for the evocation of certain responses from us? (We’re the only ones improvising in our unique universe; everyone else is just role-playing.)
What if everything we say and do in response to the world in front of us is only intended for our own ears, our own eyes?
What if we’re just all talking to ourselves all of the time? What if our subconscious minds are listening intently to us all of the time?
What if we’re really the only ones who notice everything we do? What if we’re the only ones always there for us?
What if we’re the only ones fit to judge ourselves?
What if we only had to live up to our own expectations? And even when we fail, we’re the only ones who know of our failure, so we just quietly begin again?
What if love can only be shared with the world when it comes exclusively from a place of self-love?
What if loving ourselves outrageously has the power to nourish the whole world?
What if everything we say to others is only really heard by ourselves?
What if everything we do for others is what we actually do for ourselves?
What if being the change you’d like to experience in the world rests in changing the way you experience yourself?
What if you ARE good enough?
What if you ARE worthy?
What if you ARE totally awesome?
What if you ARE outrageously lovable?
What if loving our own hearts simultaneously extends that love to ALL hearts?
What if there was only one heart… everywhere?
What if you went back to the beginning of this piece and removed all of the what-ifs? I reckon you’d be left with the god’s-honest truth! Fill your belly with that!
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These Premises…/Declaration
by nielskunze on March 10, 2015
Axiomatica
These Premises…
Joy, happiness and fulfillment are not properties of any object or condition in the world. They are properties or states of Being, and therefore can only be contacted within.
My experience is my only true and absolute property– my Real estate. That is my home in this life; best to be comfortable here in my experience… which connects me internally to my Being.
Like it or not, I AM responsible for How I experience this life. What I experience unfolds qualitatively in accordance with How I respond to what I AM experiencing.
It is my highest task, therefore, to always love the One who’s having the experience… even when it sucks.
Declaration
I cannot claim sole ownership of my thoughts. They are too intermingled with others’ thoughts.
I can and do claim sole ownership, however, of my feelings. Though I may find tendencies and correlations among specific objects, conditions, people and the feelings they each evoke from me, the feelings themselves belong only to me. My feelings do not belong in any part or measure to anyone or anything else in all the worlds and heavens.
My feelings are my only true possessions; they alone can never be taken from me. My feelings are as unique as my fingerprint, but I am far more intimate with my feelings than I am with my fingerprint! My feelings– and fingerprints– are not subject to external manipulation.
All energy, in all dimensions and time-streams, arising from any and all expressions of my feelings– all such energy, positive and negative– belongs to the highest intention of this I AM presence toward the furtherance of my continuing growth and evolution, the health and development of my evolving DNA. This energy will not be stolen, harvested, diverted, siphoned, coaxed or coerced from me without my expressed-in-the-waking-world conscious informed consent. I AM the sole director of the energies expressed through my feelings. It is my highest intention that such energies spur my own self-sustainable growth… and concurrently, extend my reach into the One Heart of the World, to understand– through embodiment– the fulfillment of the true and full potential of my Being… in the context and collaboration of this co-creation with All Beings… Now!
So hands off, yo!
But, you know, you can always ask… for all that remains is negotiating the terms of surrender… to Love’s inexorable agenda, to integration, to wandering Home… Let’s talk on the way.
(An author narration audio will be added in the next few days… for clarity and ease of use.)
The Daily Forest Report March 8, 2015 Make A Game of It!
by nielskunze on March 8, 2015
Moon Iridescence
It was a magic moon last night! The camera has difficulty depicting the full spectrum of colour rippling through the clouds in such low light… but you get the idea.
Taking A Peak
The long, invisible fingers of mountains tug at my overactive imagination, reminding me of childhood, when I had the uncanny knack for making a game out of anything. Would you believe that I’ve never been bored in my life? I understand the word ‘boredom’ intellectually, but I have no direct experience of it.
Iceflows & Shadows
When I took this picture a few days ago, I thought to myself “The only thing missing is the stranded polar bear.”
Across the Iceflows
And then I spotted him!
Water’s Edge
I can honestly tell you that we don’t see too many polar bears in these parts!
On the Way Home
Perhaps he lives in that ice cave…?
Ice Den
Yup. I would say.
Okay, it might be a bit staged. But c’mon! There’s something endearing about a guy who’s pushing fifty and is willing to carry around a ceramic polar bear in his backpack… isn’t there? (Damn! I crack me up!) And the dogs, I can assure you, are rather pleased with my special brand of insanity… as am I with theirs.
Looking Down at the Dogs
The squirrel is real; I swear!
Whassat?
What is it that’s just off camera? Well, a dragon of course! What? Don’t believe me? Guess you’ll just have to come along on one of these walks yourself… and bring the kids! (I’m not dangerous… despite what the neighbours might say.)
Gee, I sure wish I still had all my Lego and matchbook cars… but then again, I might never get out of the house!
The Daily Forest Report March 6, 2015 The Dire Importance of Eating Filth
by nielskunze on March 6, 2015
I’ve touched on this before. I think last year’s Report was titled ‘Eat Dirt and Live!’ Spring is traditionally the time for deep cleansing, so it might seem somewhat counterintuitive to suggest eating dirt as part of one’s cleansing regimen. However, the dogs insist that is so.
And just for the sake of closure from more recent Reports, it appears that all three of the dogs have now gotten their fill of coyote poop. There’s still plenty more of it scattered about, but the dogs will only carry the occasional turd around in their mouths, seemingly saying “You dare me to eat it?” Invariably, I say “No!” and they don’t argue anymore… and then spit it out. Apparently, it was just a brief phase… to harmonize with coyote energy (?) Maybe.
Naked Lunch
But this dirt-eating thing is a fairly regular occurrence, especially after the long winter months when the ground is thoroughly frozen. And they eat quite a lot of it, actually.
Beside Juniper 2
Lhasa likes the dirt at the first lookout best. Sitka and Toby prefer to wait until I get to the second juniper from which I always pause to pick a handful of ultra-delicious fifth-dimensional juniper berries. (I always have a pocketful of them too! Even now, as I’m typing this…) And if we go to the Mesa, all three will usually pause in their shenanigans in order to take a few precious mouthfuls of dirt… and then they look at me like Uter from the Simpsons with his filth-eating grin.
Did you know that certain soil bacteria when present in the gut not only vastly improve digestion and nutrient absorption but also increase the feel-good neurotransmitter serotonin level in the brain? It’s true; there’s a direct link between gut flora and cognitive function. (But be careful with that information; even suggesting such a link in conjunction with all of the disruptive modern poisons we call food and medicine can land you in a position where the authorities will hire a hit-man-journalist to discredit you, ruin your career, and ultimately take away your license to practice being human.)
I guess the bottom-line here is something I’ve stressed many times before; it’s not about eradicating offending germs from ourselves and the environment; rather, it’s about cultivating the presence of all of the beneficial microorganisms which, in turn, will keep the offenders at bay– just ask anyone who understands composting, home-brewing, pickling or culturing vegetables like sauerkraut and kimchi. Sterilization, pasteurization and disinfecting are not often our friends– except in very unnatural circumstances.
Food for thought…
Dead Mouse
…and this is not. Sitka still has an uncanny knack for finding dead things, but at least she doesn’t insist on eating them so much anymore. Dirt = good; dead things past their prime = not so much.
Now I think I’ll go brush my teeth with clay.
Introduction to New Earth Nation Retreats with Ryan Leslie interviewed by Andrew Bartzis & Linda
by nielskunze on March 5, 2015
What follows is a collection of excerpts from an interview conducted in May 2014 with Ryan Leslie of New Earth Nation. These are the salient points from a 2-hour radio interview explaining the overall vision of the New Earth Retreats.
(Accompanying background music: excerpt from Deeper, the 1998 album by Soulfood entitled Breathe – disc 2)
New Earth Nation is the brainchild of visionary Sacha Stone.
Next, I will compile audio clips from Sacha describing his own magnificent project, including sovereignty initiatives worldwide and the international micro-nation peace treaty.
Link: New Earth Nation
The Daily Forest Report March 4, 2015 The World in Front of Me
by nielskunze on March 4, 2015
Distant Gathering
(World in Front of Me by Mars Hollow, title track from their 2011 album)
It seems as though the world is holding itself an arm’s length away… scrutinizing. We’re in the middle of some kind of pause– at least, with the natural world.
Only the Sky
And when I’m feeling a bit like a mere cardboard cutout, that maybe only the sky is real, I’m glad to be surrounded by dogs who dissolve any doubt in their exuberant ocean of unbounded joy. (That shit can’t be faked!)
Sitka is a remarkable sky-watcher. I’ve written frequently in the last month about a pair of eagles keeping their eye on us from a remote distance. The other day, out in the open field, I noticed her staring intently at the sky over the western mountain range. Following her sightline, I eventually spotted the two eagles as mere specks in a stunning sky. What dog does that? She has always been fascinated by birds. I had to use the binoculars to confirm the white heads and tail feathers of Bald Eagle.
There’s a really good feeling that accompanies being watched by eagles day after day!
Into Myth
As we walk into this mythic heart-space, we never know what we’ll encounter… but we’re never disappointed.
Dendrites
Just a naked tree pondering the newest spring fashions, imagining its own finery, is enough to content us in this momentary wait.
The Layered View
Through trees and vales and veils… we’re making our way to our own self-made promises. Doesn’t it look glorious!
Frosted Hoodoo Layer Cake
We were thrown back into winter for a few days, but it just makes everything more spectacular– these deeper provocations into Beauty…
We’re at the peak of an eleven-year cycle when the snowshoe hare population explodes. Even in this latest snowfall, still, the number of bunny tracks is astounding. And that brings the predators. Lynx and Coyote have had an easy time of it lately.
My common refrain to the dogs “Don’t eat poop!” is the constant cadence of reluctant nagging. The signs of Coyote are everywhere!
Coyote Poop
This deposit beside our fire pit on the Mesa was so fresh and glistening that I expected Coyote to jump from the bushes at any moment.
Are all the old tricks finally winding down now? Will the fallen Devil’s mask make good fertilizer? It can be hard not to stay mesmerized by tales of a dying reality…
Cleft
…but more lies tucked away in Time’s geometry than excitement can ever hope to unfold!
Mystical Masters Collaboration for the Week of February 25 to March 3, 2015
by nielskunze on March 3, 2015
Once again, this week, we were left to choose our own topics. I decided to go with a topic which was a primary focus of my latest Newsletter from February 13th– a Newsletter which sought to wrap up Phase One of this journey and move us into the beginning of Phase Two. The topic is faith.
Monty Python God
Faith… in All Reasonableness
Faith, along with worship, prayer and grace were peripheral words. I don’t think we ever used them in the house where I grew up. God and Jesus were reserved for exclamatory purposes only; say, if you accidentally hit your thumb with a hammer… but it didn’t quite warrant the extremity of “Fuck!”, you’d probably go with “Jesus Christ!” instead. That was really the extent of religion in our house.
We were atheists, and so were most of our friends. That was my normal.
Then one day, a little more than twenty years ago, I awoke after a bout of what I labeled at the time as conceptual dreaming. I awoke with the phrase “God is self-evident to an open mind” prying my eyes open to a whole new world. Oh dear, this wouldn’t do at all for a good little atheist!
In retrospect, I guess it all comes down to what I mean by an open mind. All of the superficial arguments about the existence of God and the ceaseless squabbles about how best to blow flowers up His omniscient ass– all valid arguments at the level of superficiality– but all of those arguments are resolved in the acceptance of one simple idea:
Everyone defines God in their own unique way.
Whether we should or we shouldn’t is irrelevant in light of the fact that we do. Let us first accept that we each have our own unique relationship to God. Even the atheist has a very similar relationship to God as he has with cousin Jeremy’s imaginary friend; it’s not particularly complex, but the relationship exists, uniquely… there is at least that much space in every mind.
Just by accepting that this is the way it is, the childish arguments lose their grip. How you define God and how you choose to enact your relationship to that definition is wholly (holy) your affair. What has that to do with me? And even if I accept someone else’s definition of God, I still have to find my own way to relate.
God is self-evident to such a simple thought.
Even a lifelong atheist was able to entertain the obviousness of God in such infinite context. And that set me upon a journey… that could be adequately described as my ever-morphing definition of God. A common signpost on that journey is the realization that if God is anywhere, then God is everywhere. You can’t escape God. And God cannot be sequestered, quarantined, or isolated. God can shun God all God wants… but it’s still God.
So the slippery slope begins with an acquiescence of the unique relationship every human has with God, but soon we find that everything is God. So each human being has a unique relationship to everything. Every human being’s unique relationship with God lands them in a unique universe all their own– but totally inclusive of everything. (On the relativistic plane, one seems to be exactly equal to infinity.)
To be in the physical universe is to be in relativity. Everything is defined by relations. The relationships between things in the world don’t exist ‘out there’ anywhere. (You can’t point at a relationship.) Relationships are internal experiences. Do you see? The objects of the world that God supposedly created don’t themselves exist, but the relationships between them do. And those relationships are precisely what we experience as reality.
When God is an object, there is no hope of ever finding such an object.
But as a subject, God demands faith in all that is transcendent of relativity.
This human experience simply cannot ever be reduced to a mathematical equation– no matter how elegant or complex. The greater portion of my being is not time-defined; it’s non-linear. My linear self cannot know in advance what the experience of stepping into that greater beingness might be like… and that is the precipice of faith.
Reason’s got my back when faith is all that’s left… to face.
