I woke up and went to work today to massage one client scheduled at 12 noon. Then I went to hike up my big little mountain.
It kicks my ass with each attempt. I’ve been up and down that thing at least 4 times now and it’s not getting any easier. Today was harder than the last time.
But I shall keep at it. It’s either hike or rollerblade. No other forms of exercise excite me. At least, none that are free. My goal is to hike the scarecrow out of me. So I can connect my mind to my flabby body. And I’m preparing myself for another trek. When and where this trek will be, I don’t know yet. I actually looked into trekking the entire Wall of China (After watching the movie The Wall). But I’d die for sure so I scrapped that idea.
Today is May 17th and I’ve been greatly enjoying my free time away from massage. YouTube especially has sucked me into its clutches. I learned so much already!
The purpose for today’s entry is to write about what I’ve learned so I don’t forget it.
Years ago I invested in a cleanse. I swallowed pills that killed unwanted parasites, drank a thick ghastly shake, and finished off my treatment with a special tea brewed twice a day. Long story short, this concoction gave me Dermatographic urticaria, aka the skin writing disease. I developed the itch during my purported cleanse.
You can always find me scratching. My arms, my head, my knee’s….etc. Worse when I’m stressed. It gets real bad whenever I eat TV dinners for some reason.
I’ve learned in my time away from work, that that cleanse actually did rid me of my parasites. But unfortunately for me, they were good parasites.
This is nuts but it makes perfect sense! The way they describe it I mean, it’s astounding. Each person has his or her own eco-system. No two people have the same set of parasites in their body. Not only do they not have the same set, but there are so many parasites out there, we harbor trillions of them per person, and it’s more likely that you will have not one parasite in common with your neighbors parasites. You carry with you a species of parasites unique to your body that no other person has.
You can find your particular little eco-system of bugs in your very own belly button. Sick people however, don’t harbor many bugs in their navel. The less you have stored there, the sicker you are.
Oh and get this! People who have allergies, have them because their ancestral body – their coded DNA, had it’s mind set on fighting off parasites from day one but now that people are hand sanitizing crazies, our body fights itself instead. Not necessarily fights itself, but overreacts to the smallest triggers. It overreacts because they are just like the bored cops in my hometown, they got nothing better to do.
And that’s what originated my itch. My good parasites that were unique to me, has taken flight and now my histamines pounce on any pressure given to my skin because they’re not battling it out with my forgotten brethren who lost the battle.
I’ve been trying to get that parasite back. I’m starting to eat unwashed fruits and vegetables, eating sushi like crazy, yesterday I ate raw angus beef that was supposed to cook itself in my soup, but it didn’t quite make it.
There’s even a certain mix of parasites that cause obesity, or a slow metabolism.
And listen to this! This is even crazier! There’s a parasite called toxoplasma and half of us already carry it. You want to know what it does? First I’ll tell you what it does to mice. Over the course of thousands of years, mice learned how to run and hide at first site of a predator. Particularly cats. Toxoplasma basically turns all those years of evolutionary instincts into irreverent fodder. Mice now leap out at cats. Not attacking the cat, but subserviently waiting to be eaten by it.
Why cats? Because toxoplasma can only reproduce in cat guts!
And they did a study on how it effects humans and it is said that those with toxoplasma take more risks than those who are not infected. I mean come on now, this shit is wack, Amirite?
It’s makes you wonder if we truly are in charge of our thoughts and actions. I say we’re not in control, I’ve been saying it forever, ayahuasca even mentioned we’re not in control.
I want to make a separate post describing all the psychological reasons as to why we’re not in control, but it’s going to be a fat hog of a post. I need to invest real time when I tackle that beast.
Anyway, it’s 8:40PM and I need to wind myself down for the night. I need an early cut-off time with my blog otherwise I have trouble sleeping.
Tomorrow I’m going rollerblading. Then maybe Cheshire Coffee with my blog, we’ll see. Oh god I love not working. OMFG I lurve it. I need to enjoy it while it lasts.
I also want to write about water memory. It’s insane! Insane I tell you! Insane in the membrane of water.
All of this stuff I’m learning can be tied neatly together in the biggest, baddest, most epic sci-fi novel ever created. Chock full of all this shit. Both fiction and fantasy with the reader not knowing the difference. Just like Orsen Wells, that cheeky bastard.