Tonight i went to Institute for the first time in about 5 years. I stopped going after i graduated because I assumed there wasn't much more I could learn since I'd done all the courses I wanted to do. Then i had lots of odd hours jobs that stopped me going anyway. Somehow with this being the last year i can go i somehow found the desire to start up again, and what do you know, I did learn something.
The date for easter, which changes every year and I always wondered why is chosen as the weekend following the "vernal equinox" (I think thats what the teacher said, I could be wrong) and a full moon. There was a huge golden full moon low to the horizon as I was driving to auckland yesterday morning, it was quite freaky, reminded me of the whole "signs in the heavens" thing the scriptures talk about.
Our other teacher for Family history told us about an online website they have where you can keep a private journal and get them to print it out and send it to you. Ldsjournal.com. I'm not sure how much different that would be to a blog, but I guess if you dont want anyone to read it its a good thing.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Rant
Today im going to rant, whine and complain about something that annoyed me, in the hopes that talking about it will make it go away (ie the bad feelings). I was sitting by myself at the church sacrament meeting and i grabbed a hymn book and put in front of me so i could sing if i wanted to.
For some reason I have problems with lapses of attention when listening to speakers in any situation not just church, sometimes even with friends, I just can't focus on what they're saying for more than a few minutes, unless they're telling a story or new and relevant information, then I find it easy to stay concentrated.
But a way I've figured around that (which especially came in handy for uni lectures) is that if i write while listening then i can absorb more of what the speaker is saying. Its like the disinterested part gets taken up with writing and then the other part of my mind soaks up any audio info coming through.
So i was writing in my journal when the intermediate hymn started, one of my favourites, "Each life that touches ours for good," when this lady who presumably assumed that I didn't want to use it reached across me and took my hymn book (not technically mine, but I felt quite possessive of it anyway) and handed it to some lady in front of her. Who smiled, and i remember thinking what a dazzling smile she had, followed by 'that wench took my book!' Without even asking if I was going to use it, just assuming.
I fumed inwardly through the first two verses then thought maybe singing would calm me down. I already knew all the words so it wasn't like i needed the hymn book but it was the principal of the thing.
For a while I sat there thinking "am i completely invisible?" and feeling that way. Complete lack of acknowledgement from that woman had led me to an inward fury and turmoil over my own self worth.
What annoys me most is not so much what she did - completely ignore me and take my book. Theres always going to be people who are annoying or rude, but what upset me was my own complete failure to voice my opinion or do anything external to resolve my complaint.
Last night at Timezone 12 of us, mostly my sisters in laws all rocked up to the laser game to play what we assumed would be two teams fighting it out in the maze. We sat through the safety briefing and went to get out gun packs, only to be told by the guy there that it was everybody against everybody and no teams, because there were only 14 of us (us and a couple that were already there) and they needed at least 15 to have team games.
My brother in law told him straight up what he thought of that idea, raised his voice and demanded to speak to the manager, who came and sorted it out. Although I was quite shocked at his belligerence, inwardly I wished I could be more like that, just come out with my opinion, never mind what anyone else thought about it, make myself heard and demand a solution that I was happy with.
For some reason I have problems with lapses of attention when listening to speakers in any situation not just church, sometimes even with friends, I just can't focus on what they're saying for more than a few minutes, unless they're telling a story or new and relevant information, then I find it easy to stay concentrated.
But a way I've figured around that (which especially came in handy for uni lectures) is that if i write while listening then i can absorb more of what the speaker is saying. Its like the disinterested part gets taken up with writing and then the other part of my mind soaks up any audio info coming through.
So i was writing in my journal when the intermediate hymn started, one of my favourites, "Each life that touches ours for good," when this lady who presumably assumed that I didn't want to use it reached across me and took my hymn book (not technically mine, but I felt quite possessive of it anyway) and handed it to some lady in front of her. Who smiled, and i remember thinking what a dazzling smile she had, followed by 'that wench took my book!' Without even asking if I was going to use it, just assuming.
I fumed inwardly through the first two verses then thought maybe singing would calm me down. I already knew all the words so it wasn't like i needed the hymn book but it was the principal of the thing.
For a while I sat there thinking "am i completely invisible?" and feeling that way. Complete lack of acknowledgement from that woman had led me to an inward fury and turmoil over my own self worth.
What annoys me most is not so much what she did - completely ignore me and take my book. Theres always going to be people who are annoying or rude, but what upset me was my own complete failure to voice my opinion or do anything external to resolve my complaint.
Last night at Timezone 12 of us, mostly my sisters in laws all rocked up to the laser game to play what we assumed would be two teams fighting it out in the maze. We sat through the safety briefing and went to get out gun packs, only to be told by the guy there that it was everybody against everybody and no teams, because there were only 14 of us (us and a couple that were already there) and they needed at least 15 to have team games.
My brother in law told him straight up what he thought of that idea, raised his voice and demanded to speak to the manager, who came and sorted it out. Although I was quite shocked at his belligerence, inwardly I wished I could be more like that, just come out with my opinion, never mind what anyone else thought about it, make myself heard and demand a solution that I was happy with.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Holiday
One of the things that I like about holidays, is doing things i wouldn't normally do if i were at home. If i were at home doing something out of my comfort zone, chances are i would run into someone i know and have to deal with awkwardness from them.
But being away from home, and unlikely to run into anyone i know - and given that i will probably never see any of these people again - leaves me free to enjoy myself exactly as I please.
Theres a cyclone blowing in, and it started raining just as i got on the bermuda triangle ride at sea world today, and i forgot how soaked you get when you sit near the front of the boat, and it drops 30 or so metres and consequently i am drenched and have no jacket to put on until i get home. And i promised myself i would go to baskin robbins for icecream which seems redundant since its no longer warm outside and probably getting dark about now.
My feet are sore and my head hurts, I think I hurt my neck on the roller coaster or the jet ski ride but i had a really great day. It was so much fun. I can't remember when i had such a good day out.
But being away from home, and unlikely to run into anyone i know - and given that i will probably never see any of these people again - leaves me free to enjoy myself exactly as I please.
Theres a cyclone blowing in, and it started raining just as i got on the bermuda triangle ride at sea world today, and i forgot how soaked you get when you sit near the front of the boat, and it drops 30 or so metres and consequently i am drenched and have no jacket to put on until i get home. And i promised myself i would go to baskin robbins for icecream which seems redundant since its no longer warm outside and probably getting dark about now.
My feet are sore and my head hurts, I think I hurt my neck on the roller coaster or the jet ski ride but i had a really great day. It was so much fun. I can't remember when i had such a good day out.
Friday, March 19, 2010
In the Gold Coast
Today was awesome. I slept in, got up when i felt like it, went out for breakfast at this themed hot air balloon restaurant, went back home for a swim then went out again on a cruise. If I had people staying with me (the ones who were meant to stay with me and bailed out last minute) I would have been much more subject to their whims, desires and needs.
But because it was just me, I could be as completely selfish as i wanted to and do only the things that i wanted to do. It was a great day.
I ended up on a cruise boat named after a whale from "The Spit" up to the Sovereign islands - very flash houses, one with a roof that cost 1.5million dollars, made of titanium apparently. Apparently the owner is a russian chemist. Imagine being rich enough to be able to spend 18 million on a house and land. I wonder what sort of rates he or she would be paying.
We saw an assortment of australian wildlife, including wallabies, moving rocks which turned out to be soldier crabs, and an assortment of hunting birds. The boat was airconditioned with three tiers, and on the top deck was a cover in the shape and size of a whales tail. The crew were really friendly and the commentary was quite entertaining. TBC
But because it was just me, I could be as completely selfish as i wanted to and do only the things that i wanted to do. It was a great day.
I ended up on a cruise boat named after a whale from "The Spit" up to the Sovereign islands - very flash houses, one with a roof that cost 1.5million dollars, made of titanium apparently. Apparently the owner is a russian chemist. Imagine being rich enough to be able to spend 18 million on a house and land. I wonder what sort of rates he or she would be paying.
We saw an assortment of australian wildlife, including wallabies, moving rocks which turned out to be soldier crabs, and an assortment of hunting birds. The boat was airconditioned with three tiers, and on the top deck was a cover in the shape and size of a whales tail. The crew were really friendly and the commentary was quite entertaining. TBC
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Rethink
Sometimes you repeat an experience that you've had before, or go somewhere you've already been, only to find that the whole thing is completely different. Not so much that the place or thing has changed, but the observer, and therefore all the reactions and emotions are different.
One year ago, i spent two weeks in queensland. It was not fun. Well, some parts were fun, but others were not. I had a weird freakish infection on my foot, which meant that not only could i NOT swim, i was not allowed near salt water, and i could barely walk. I spent the better part of two weeks limping around.
Also with my two young family members in tow, we could not go anywhere without alot of bickering. It didn't take long for me to feel very sorry for their mother. Dealing with them for 2wks is nothing like dealing with them all the time.
We shopped alot. It seems like a big thing to do on the gold coast. At first i thought it was crazy we never went to the beach, and we had a pool at the place we were staying. That was until this year, when i met the jellyfish.
This year has been completely different. Solo adventuring is a great thing. You can go where you want, when you want with nobody making demands on your time. And since you're on holiday, you can feel free to do nothing on a regular basis.
Same place, same person, same balmy temperatures, completely different holiday. Today i went on a ferris wheel. Stunning 360 degree views. I haven't been on one since i was a kid, or maybe i've never been on one and just imagined i had. I hope i'm not mixing reality and dreams again.
I went out west and hung out with my Uncles wife and also met up with this guy whos my very distant cousin. My 4th great grandfather is his great grandfather. He had like 20 years research, family trees, information and a book of family letters and a lot of stories to tell. I feel so blessed.
One year ago, i spent two weeks in queensland. It was not fun. Well, some parts were fun, but others were not. I had a weird freakish infection on my foot, which meant that not only could i NOT swim, i was not allowed near salt water, and i could barely walk. I spent the better part of two weeks limping around.
Also with my two young family members in tow, we could not go anywhere without alot of bickering. It didn't take long for me to feel very sorry for their mother. Dealing with them for 2wks is nothing like dealing with them all the time.
We shopped alot. It seems like a big thing to do on the gold coast. At first i thought it was crazy we never went to the beach, and we had a pool at the place we were staying. That was until this year, when i met the jellyfish.
This year has been completely different. Solo adventuring is a great thing. You can go where you want, when you want with nobody making demands on your time. And since you're on holiday, you can feel free to do nothing on a regular basis.
Same place, same person, same balmy temperatures, completely different holiday. Today i went on a ferris wheel. Stunning 360 degree views. I haven't been on one since i was a kid, or maybe i've never been on one and just imagined i had. I hope i'm not mixing reality and dreams again.
I went out west and hung out with my Uncles wife and also met up with this guy whos my very distant cousin. My 4th great grandfather is his great grandfather. He had like 20 years research, family trees, information and a book of family letters and a lot of stories to tell. I feel so blessed.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Homeopathy
The more i learn about health the more intrigued i am by the different ways (eg asian) of looking at the mind body connection. In the western world we have been run by allopathic medicine for such a long time, and anyone out of the box is viewed as a quack or a fraud. But asian therapies seem to have a much more holistic way of viewing disease and health. I think the thing i like most about it is that they treat the person rather than the problem. Each person being individual in their genetic makeup, environmental factors, upbringing, stress levels, nutrition and so forth, it makes sense that a person would require different treatments to obtain maximum vitality than anyone else. ie no "One cure fits all." Im currently learning about the ayurvedic system of health where they group people as vata, kappa or pitta, or combinations of the three.
I was staying with a friend in sydney who has just started studying to be a naturopath. She says i should take up the same degree since i like talking about health so much. She was studying for a homeopathy test at the time i was staying with her, so i got to hear a lot of her revision notes. Prior to this, all i knew about homeopathy was that 'like cures like' (I didn't understand what that meant though). What they do when treating someone in homeopathy is learn all their symptoms, stress levels, whats going on in the persons life so they can get an accurate picture and then determine which herb/drug matches the persons symptoms. The idea being that they then take that drug, dilute it and succuss it (shake) then dilute it some more, so that by the end of it there's no molecular content of the herb left, which is good when you're prescribing someone arsenicum but only the spiritual memory of that drug which is released into the carrier which then the person takes and it tells their body how to treat the cause of the sickness (rather than just suppressing symptoms as most allopathic medicines do). At first it sounded a bit mumbo-jumboish to me.
But the weird thing is that it works. When i first got there Hollie was really sick, she went to a homeopath and got prescribed a treatment. And within 24hrs she was feeling a lot better. It reminds me of something i learnt about ages ago, which i can't remember the proper term for, but it was something about water memories. Water records and remembers things. You give water a message and it holds onto it.
I think it came from the work of Mr Emoto a japanese scientist who wrote messages on water bottles, then froze them into crystals and took photos of the crystals. He also took samples of water from different sources all over the world, waterfalls, city supplies, water that had been blessed, water that had been cursed, water that had had different types of music played to it. Some water formed beautiful well shaped crystals, and some didn't form any crystals at all. So it makes sense that if you introduce something like a herb to water or whatever carrier that it would hold onto that message. Reminds me of a quote I heard once, that stuck with me.
Friends are those who know the song in your heart and play it back to you when your memory of it has gone.
Herbs are those who know your ideal self and remind your body how to restore you to that state.
I was staying with a friend in sydney who has just started studying to be a naturopath. She says i should take up the same degree since i like talking about health so much. She was studying for a homeopathy test at the time i was staying with her, so i got to hear a lot of her revision notes. Prior to this, all i knew about homeopathy was that 'like cures like' (I didn't understand what that meant though). What they do when treating someone in homeopathy is learn all their symptoms, stress levels, whats going on in the persons life so they can get an accurate picture and then determine which herb/drug matches the persons symptoms. The idea being that they then take that drug, dilute it and succuss it (shake) then dilute it some more, so that by the end of it there's no molecular content of the herb left, which is good when you're prescribing someone arsenicum but only the spiritual memory of that drug which is released into the carrier which then the person takes and it tells their body how to treat the cause of the sickness (rather than just suppressing symptoms as most allopathic medicines do). At first it sounded a bit mumbo-jumboish to me.
But the weird thing is that it works. When i first got there Hollie was really sick, she went to a homeopath and got prescribed a treatment. And within 24hrs she was feeling a lot better. It reminds me of something i learnt about ages ago, which i can't remember the proper term for, but it was something about water memories. Water records and remembers things. You give water a message and it holds onto it.
I think it came from the work of Mr Emoto a japanese scientist who wrote messages on water bottles, then froze them into crystals and took photos of the crystals. He also took samples of water from different sources all over the world, waterfalls, city supplies, water that had been blessed, water that had been cursed, water that had had different types of music played to it. Some water formed beautiful well shaped crystals, and some didn't form any crystals at all. So it makes sense that if you introduce something like a herb to water or whatever carrier that it would hold onto that message. Reminds me of a quote I heard once, that stuck with me.
Friends are those who know the song in your heart and play it back to you when your memory of it has gone.
Herbs are those who know your ideal self and remind your body how to restore you to that state.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Old Testament Intrigues
Some sunday school classes are much more entertaining than most. My friend Hollie was teaching our class on sunday. It was one of the most entertaining classes i've ever been to, I'm so glad i skipped out on YSA class. And it was about the Old testament, which is one of the more boring and hard to understand standard works. The lesson was, i think meant to focus on Joseph in egypt and how he managed to wrangle himself out of the clutches of Potiphars wife, the original cougar. But it started off with Josephs mum, dad and aunty. First of all, something i didn't know before, it doesn't have a definition of concubines in the bible dictionary, but they were apparently legal wives, but with less rights than a proper wife.
So Leah was the first wife only because her father married her off without Jacob knowing. Which brings me to my first question. Marriages in Israel were apparently preceded by a bethrothal, which was a legal binding contract between the husband and wife, meaning that they were technically married, only they hadn't yet been through the proper ceremony and they weren't living together. So if Jacob was bethrothed to Rachel first, did swapping her and Leah make such a big difference? And it seems like there's something they're not saying in the story because why would Laban swap his daughters over like that? And why would the girls go along with it? And what does "doe-eyed" mean anyway. Was she short sighted or was something else wrong with her why she wasn't married before Jacob came along? So even though Rachel was obviously the preferred wife, why wasn't she the first wife, since she would have been legally contracted to him prior to their marriage ceremony?
The evidence that she wasn't the first wife is because Reuben, Leah's eldest, got the birthright, until he lost it by cavorting with his father's concubine. At which point it dropped through to the second to last child, Joseph, favoured son of his father. Weird that it didn't go to Leah's next son. And I feel so sorry for her, reading all the names she gave to her sons in the hope that her husband would finally love her. Seems like she got ripped off the most in the story. I wonder what she thought about her father marrying her off to her sisters fiance.
When Joseph went to go visit his brothers, at the tender age of 17, it was apparently 42 miles to wherever he went to visit them to see how they were. Then when he got there he got told they were in Dothan, another 12 miles away. So he took off straightaway to go see them there. Thats when his brothers starting plotting to kill him. It seems like Reuben was either an honourable man, or else repenting of earlier sins, or maybe he just liked his brother, or possibly felt responsible to his father as the eldest son, because he told them not to kill him but to put him in a pit. And its recorded that his plan was to get rid of his brothers and return Joseph safely back to Dad. At which point he went away somewhere, because when he came back they'd sold their little brother into slavery and Reuben was so gutted he rent his coat. Maybe he thought he'd get the blame for something happening to the apple of his fathers eye.
Why did his father send a 17yr old boy off by himself to go see to his brothers, when he was so beloved? Or did Joseph talk his father into letting him go? And what was he thinking telling his brothers and his father about his dream of them all bowing down to him. Did he seriously think they'd not mind? Or maybe he was just oblivious to his brothers envy. In any case, I like considering their motivations and what was going on with them.
So Leah was the first wife only because her father married her off without Jacob knowing. Which brings me to my first question. Marriages in Israel were apparently preceded by a bethrothal, which was a legal binding contract between the husband and wife, meaning that they were technically married, only they hadn't yet been through the proper ceremony and they weren't living together. So if Jacob was bethrothed to Rachel first, did swapping her and Leah make such a big difference? And it seems like there's something they're not saying in the story because why would Laban swap his daughters over like that? And why would the girls go along with it? And what does "doe-eyed" mean anyway. Was she short sighted or was something else wrong with her why she wasn't married before Jacob came along? So even though Rachel was obviously the preferred wife, why wasn't she the first wife, since she would have been legally contracted to him prior to their marriage ceremony?
The evidence that she wasn't the first wife is because Reuben, Leah's eldest, got the birthright, until he lost it by cavorting with his father's concubine. At which point it dropped through to the second to last child, Joseph, favoured son of his father. Weird that it didn't go to Leah's next son. And I feel so sorry for her, reading all the names she gave to her sons in the hope that her husband would finally love her. Seems like she got ripped off the most in the story. I wonder what she thought about her father marrying her off to her sisters fiance.
When Joseph went to go visit his brothers, at the tender age of 17, it was apparently 42 miles to wherever he went to visit them to see how they were. Then when he got there he got told they were in Dothan, another 12 miles away. So he took off straightaway to go see them there. Thats when his brothers starting plotting to kill him. It seems like Reuben was either an honourable man, or else repenting of earlier sins, or maybe he just liked his brother, or possibly felt responsible to his father as the eldest son, because he told them not to kill him but to put him in a pit. And its recorded that his plan was to get rid of his brothers and return Joseph safely back to Dad. At which point he went away somewhere, because when he came back they'd sold their little brother into slavery and Reuben was so gutted he rent his coat. Maybe he thought he'd get the blame for something happening to the apple of his fathers eye.
Why did his father send a 17yr old boy off by himself to go see to his brothers, when he was so beloved? Or did Joseph talk his father into letting him go? And what was he thinking telling his brothers and his father about his dream of them all bowing down to him. Did he seriously think they'd not mind? Or maybe he was just oblivious to his brothers envy. In any case, I like considering their motivations and what was going on with them.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Encounter of the Ferral Kind
Sweet slumber.
I was jolted awake at 2:30am one morning by the uncomfortable sensation of something small and heavy sitting on my ankles. I got up and turned on the light, and since sleep had completely escaped me, sat on my bed and started writing in my journal. About 10 minutes later from my all purpose room a tiny furry fuzzball scurried into my room and underneath my drawers. I was shocked and horrified.
A few minutes later he or she (henceforth to be named as he) moved outwards to leave and saw me and darted immediately back under the drawers. I was amazed that he could be as terrified of me as I could be of him. I stayed sitting there until it was time for work and then got ready and left in a bad mood because i had not had enough sleep.
I had been hearing scurrying type noises in the roof above my head and around the sides of the walls for a few days but didn't think anything of it. At the time i thought it was a trapped bird. I thought it was a mouse, but it was too big for a mouse, so my conclusion is that it was a rat. Ew a rat.
I told the family i was staying with and we tried a number of remedies - keeping the cat in my room at nights and setting traps in the alcove type storage area. Neither worked. My room is separate to the house but attached to the garage so probably it came through from that way up through the roof and down into my room. I was mortified.
After a few days of cat and trap didn't bring forth any dead bodies the bait came out. It looked like a small bar of blue soap. We put it up high away from the cats reach, since it can apparently kill pets. Now i thought the idea of rat bait is that it makes the creature thirsty so it leaves and goes to water. One night (after the bait had disappeared about three times) i woke up to hear what sounded like something being dragged on the tin shed above me. I hoped it was the rat in its dying throes.
The next day when i got home there was a bad smell in my room. The next day it was worse. Putrid decaying flesh smell. I moved my furniture around to make sure it wasn't underneath, but i'm pretty sure its in the roof. The smell is much worse near the shower. And every day it gets worse. I keep walking in to find blowflies in my room. Its so gross.
I've been sleeping upstairs in the house, thankfully theres a spare bed. Im glad the rat is dead but i wish it had died outside, on the roof, where the birds could have finished off its vermin remains.
I was jolted awake at 2:30am one morning by the uncomfortable sensation of something small and heavy sitting on my ankles. I got up and turned on the light, and since sleep had completely escaped me, sat on my bed and started writing in my journal. About 10 minutes later from my all purpose room a tiny furry fuzzball scurried into my room and underneath my drawers. I was shocked and horrified.
A few minutes later he or she (henceforth to be named as he) moved outwards to leave and saw me and darted immediately back under the drawers. I was amazed that he could be as terrified of me as I could be of him. I stayed sitting there until it was time for work and then got ready and left in a bad mood because i had not had enough sleep.
I had been hearing scurrying type noises in the roof above my head and around the sides of the walls for a few days but didn't think anything of it. At the time i thought it was a trapped bird. I thought it was a mouse, but it was too big for a mouse, so my conclusion is that it was a rat. Ew a rat.
I told the family i was staying with and we tried a number of remedies - keeping the cat in my room at nights and setting traps in the alcove type storage area. Neither worked. My room is separate to the house but attached to the garage so probably it came through from that way up through the roof and down into my room. I was mortified.
After a few days of cat and trap didn't bring forth any dead bodies the bait came out. It looked like a small bar of blue soap. We put it up high away from the cats reach, since it can apparently kill pets. Now i thought the idea of rat bait is that it makes the creature thirsty so it leaves and goes to water. One night (after the bait had disappeared about three times) i woke up to hear what sounded like something being dragged on the tin shed above me. I hoped it was the rat in its dying throes.
The next day when i got home there was a bad smell in my room. The next day it was worse. Putrid decaying flesh smell. I moved my furniture around to make sure it wasn't underneath, but i'm pretty sure its in the roof. The smell is much worse near the shower. And every day it gets worse. I keep walking in to find blowflies in my room. Its so gross.
I've been sleeping upstairs in the house, thankfully theres a spare bed. Im glad the rat is dead but i wish it had died outside, on the roof, where the birds could have finished off its vermin remains.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Health and Vitality
Last wednesday my sister and I went to a health seminar hosted by a lecturer from a health company (I think it was called Lifestream). He must have been at least 45 (based on the ages of his kids) but he looked so much younger (late 20's ish).
He started life as a sickly prem baby, overloaded with drugs and medicines that never really helped him. When he was older he went on his own personal mission hunting for something to help him improve his health.
3 things I learnt from him.
The beauty of aloe barbadensis. Aloe vera has been known as a medicine for thousands of years (and after hearing what he had to say I really want to go buy me a plant). If you break off a leaf and peel it like a banana you can slice it up, use some of the gel as a skin toner, then eat the rest which helps your digestive system, apparently. I've never tried it but I want to.
If you're addicted to a food, its whats killing you.
Yep sugar and chocolate, I knew it.
The 4 missing food groups from the western diet (he suggested eating one thing each day from each of these) - something raw (eg fruit or veges), something sprouted, something fermented (eg apple cider vinegar or yoghurt) and something soaked (eg nuts).
By the end of it both my sister and I were convinced we should buy a bottle of aloe vera juice, which most likely we will never use, but I did win a bottle of pysllium fibre which was very cool. And since the point of the seminar I'm sure was to sell stuff, they did pretty well.
He started life as a sickly prem baby, overloaded with drugs and medicines that never really helped him. When he was older he went on his own personal mission hunting for something to help him improve his health.
3 things I learnt from him.
The beauty of aloe barbadensis. Aloe vera has been known as a medicine for thousands of years (and after hearing what he had to say I really want to go buy me a plant). If you break off a leaf and peel it like a banana you can slice it up, use some of the gel as a skin toner, then eat the rest which helps your digestive system, apparently. I've never tried it but I want to.
If you're addicted to a food, its whats killing you.
Yep sugar and chocolate, I knew it.
The 4 missing food groups from the western diet (he suggested eating one thing each day from each of these) - something raw (eg fruit or veges), something sprouted, something fermented (eg apple cider vinegar or yoghurt) and something soaked (eg nuts).
By the end of it both my sister and I were convinced we should buy a bottle of aloe vera juice, which most likely we will never use, but I did win a bottle of pysllium fibre which was very cool. And since the point of the seminar I'm sure was to sell stuff, they did pretty well.
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