An organic experiment

Once I had a dream. It began in a little brown sawali house on the side of a hill. Inside, lying down on a cot by the kitchen, was a woman, sewn together. She was made up of four parts. I would go to that little house to do some work and always I would look at that woman who looked so sick. I thought she would die but she did not. Then one day, when I arrived they were partying in the house. There she stood, tall and straight, smiling, cheerful, so alive again. The woman was me.

Three years ago I had a stroke, three pops in my right brain. I recovered well, had no surface marks so everyone assumed I was well. This is a country where people judge books by their covers and nothing was wrong with mine. Only I knew that the stroke had affected me and only with time did I slowly realize how profoundly it affected me. I am still discovering this now.

Physically, for example. I found, after many years of losing her, my masseuse who gladly resumed giving me a massage once a week. After many months, she said, "There are no more air bubbles in your body. When I first began to massage you, you had many." I thought – she must have popped them out. Last week she said, "Your shoulders are more even now. Before, your left shoulder was much higher than your right. Now they are more even." I was again grateful. I could tell they were grossly uneven before. Something in the way my blouses didn’t fit well.

Then, of course, I had given up smoking after 40 years of puffing away. I gave it up two years before the stroke and instantly gained 30 pounds. Most of those pounds are gone now. I look like the old me again, even if I’m not the old me anymore. Still, something was missing, some spirit, some joie de vivre. That seemed to have been lost forever.

I ran into Bethh Micaller. First, accidentally, at her booth in the Reposo fair. She talked me into getting myself detox-ed by putting my feet into a bowl of water with a machine in it. I exuded dark muddy dregs that embarrassed me endlessly but I felt good and slept well that night. Then she gave me heart pills that I took and finished but didn’t know if they had done anything. Anyway, Bethh asked me to come see her. It took months before we both found the time.

The day I went to see Bethh, I felt like I would most likely kill myself if I just could find first the energy, then the weapons to do so. I told her and she scolded me for saying "my" stroke. "Disown it," she said in a commanding tone. "From now on just refer to it as ‘the’ stroke. Don’t worry, we shall restore your spirit all over again." I submitted myself fully into her care. We began with another detox that coughed up a less dire substance than the original dark muddy dregs. She called in a doctor to do iridology on me. They pointed out the signs of where the stroke had been and told me I had to take care of my liver and pancreas now. Then they packed me home with a bottle of pills, two boxes of pills in packets, one to be taken after lunch, another after dinner, and a bottle of liquid medicine that I was supposed to pour into a jigger glass of apple juice and drink in the middle of the afternoon.

First, I hesitated. She said I might go to the bathroom more often so maybe I should take these pills when I am staying home. I began taking them on Saturday, September 16. I felt okay. So I took them again and again and yesterday, I felt just great. I acted more quickly, I had more spirit, more joie de vivre, and –did I say I wanted to kill myself? Now why would I want to do that?

All the medicines she gave me are organic and herbal. I don’t know specifically what but that doesn’t bother me. When I wake up, after I have breakfast, I need to take two capsules of Para-Cleanse, to clear my system of little parasitic thingies I may have gotten from eating sushi and sashimi. Then I take a packet from a big green box with the marking Immune Building Pack Plus. There are seven capsules and pills in it, two of them green. Then at around four I put one teaspoon of Ancient Mineral Plus into a jigger and pour grape juice into it. This I find delicious so I pour more grape juice and drink again and again. After dinner I take another packet from another green box marked Gentle Detox Pack Plus. Six capsules, this time. I drink them all.

Hey, let me tell you, I feel great. Joyful, energetic, happy, active. What am I drinking? I don’t know. Organic, herbal stuff. I never felt this good taking chemical pills. So now, except for the chicken, I may turn into an organic enthusiast. If you want to see Bethh Micaller, call her at 724-1093.

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