2.5 Years, Still Not Sick!!

Just wanted to pop in to say it's been 2.5 years since I've been sick!  No head colds or stomach flu's to speak of.  My husband's been sick a few times and amazingly I didn't catch any of it.  There have been a few times I thought I was getting sick, but my immune system kicked in and it just didn't happen.. THANK GOD for revealing the power of Green Smoothies to me!  I consider this to be a true miracle.

A Piece of Me

It is little known what happened to me after high school or how I became the me that I am...

  When I graduated from high school I didn't have high aspirations.  It wasn't from the drugs and crazy hippied out 60's peace love and psychedelic times I attempted to recreate (as some might assume;).  Perhaps these experiences were instrumental in awakening my mind on levels that I cannot portray in words,  but they didn't turn me into a burn out or anything.  I already was the way I was.  Looking around I saw that college (a lifestyle I had no interest in) paved the way for a myriad of jobs (I had no interest in) then ultimately led to marriage and baby making (which alas, I had no interest in).  I had two interests, getting healthy through natural means as I was struggling with chronic fatigue and depression, and understanding the truth of my existence.  I considered becoming an herbalist or a nun, but I didn't know if herbs worked and I didn't know God's identity.  I didn't know if God was the God of Catholicism, Buddhism, Judaism, Christianity, Islam or metaphysics.  Was he the God of New Ageism?  Was he the God of all religions or was God even a consious thinking being?  How could I know?  Needless to say, I wasn't about to just flip the dice and make a decision.  So I carried on researching health, trying different diets, herbs, and modalities for healing meanwhile searching for God on the side.  Sometimes I'd think I'd figured it out, then the years would show me otherwise.  Eventually, I came across raw foods and simultaneously found an amazing bioelectric acupuncturist.  Really what she did was diagnose the weak areas of my body and give me homepathic combination formulas to move energies in those weak or congested areas.  The combo of diet and remedies proved successful and I gradually scraped and grappled and pulled myself out of the hole I was in.   My diet continued to evolve and so did my search for truth. I began drinking coffee and that helped exponentially! I continued to chop wood and carry water so to speak with my job, as financial well being didn't even register as a necessity for me untill I entered into my first encounter with a real relationship.  I had only experienced sort of dysfunctional relationships prior to this, probably due to  where I lived for one (a lack of diversity or like minded people) and for two I was just sort of "out there" compared to the "normality" of society.  I didn't relate to people on the normal everyday level, and I wasn't into the standard bar scene or party lifestyle that typically defines ones early 20's.  Luckily my partner was a good balance of being able to be "out there" with me and also be very grounded in the world.  I knew I needed that influence and so we meshed and we continue to mesh to this day.  I've definitely become more adaptable and learned how to relate to people on their level.  I keep my distance from societal norms and consider my solitude my monestary.  Although we did succumb to the normality of getting married it felt very foreign and weird to me.  I still think it's weird to be "married" to someone.  I guess I'm still "out there" in many ways but I've come to a peace of realising that I have always been in this world but never of it.  I've realized the truth that God IS the God of the Bible, and that all of my previous thoughts about God bordered on attempting to creating God in my image, making him who I wanted him to be.  All I can say is that it was a culmination of proofs that coincided on my behalf at the right time.  I'm glad I never became a nun.  I don't attend church regularly.  I read the Bible.  I talk to God daily.  He speaks in dreams, and revelations and conscious downloads.  I am aware of and accept my mortality, and trust that God will take me at my appointed time, but know how to take care of my body while I'm here.  I guess I've come along way!  I continue to evolve in my understanding of God's plan for all of us.  I seek this understanding, clarity and discernment of truth with ferver.  I need to go crazy sometimes.  I can't fit into a box if I tried.  I can't do what people are "suppose to do".  I'm not a follower of anyone but the maker of the universe.  I don't have complete peace in my soul but I long for it, which reminds me of the song:

 

Moving on, c'mon c'mon

Chachacha hurra hurra... I think it's pretty ridiculous to stuff ourselves into a freaking stereotype.  But then, I realize that I've done it before.  The stupidity of the old self shines on like a drunk diamond for the world to scoff at.  Drunk diamonds suck, I'm not here to argue, but can't we just realize that moving on is where it's at?  I wanna be where it's at and I will be because I move on like lightning.  Yesterday?  Means nothing to me.  Not who I was or who you were.  It's over, done, gone...are we STILL talking about it?  What are we talking about?  I already forgot because it was SO long ago.  

Two For One

It could be said that those with the least in life know the most.  It could easily be concluded that those who lead easy lives lack understanding.  Wisdom trumps intelligence any day of the week.  The silent ones teach while teachers lead followers astray.  Doctors destroy lives.  The epitome of delusion is the merger of religion and politics.  Followers always fail.  Facts are feelings.  Frowns are smiles upside down.  Cats are cuddles and sadness is happiness upside down.

The Inevitable Exhaustion

This life has exhausted me.  The more we realize, the less we say.  I guess that's why God speaks so little.  Random thoughts.  Sometimes I search for answers.  Sometimes I find moments that have answers.  Time fades, nothing lasts.  Eternity... I heard that people in China are getting barcodes.  What will be the fate of their babies?  What mindset can currently bring babies into this world?  The dreadful future that we anticipate.  We who see and feel the things to come.  I am a close friend of alienation.  There is nowhere here I belong.  Looking around I can see that is for the best.  I leap for joy like a happy goat (the ones we never see, the ones who don't live in cages, like savage prisoners) knowing I follow nobody.  I believe in Jesus.  He's right for me.  I have abandoned my search for happiness in pursuit of truth.  In my mind is a desert of solitude.  In my eye, a thorny cactus of catastrophy, blood and pain.  I am tired.  No doubt.  These are my thoughts.  I can't ignore them.  I can't think "happy thoughts" to dissolve them.  Afterall "don't you know that happiness, will make you cry"?  Animals suffer.  Women suffer.  Children suffer.  You and I will suffer too.  This is not a feel good post, or a feel good blog.  I'm not your feel good friend!  I'm gonna tell it like it is.  Reality is what I'm after.  Crystal clear realism.  

Over A Year Later, Still Not Sick!

Wow... am I consistent or what?  Hah!  Well guess what?  It's been a year and a half and I STILL haven't been sick!!  That's right, green smoothies are my new besties.  

Green Mango Love

1 Frozen Banana

1C Frozen Mango

2C Spinach

3 Kale Leaves (optional)

1tsp Spirulina

Squirt Vanilla Stevia

Blend.

Optional:

1Scoop Hemp Protein

1tsp Truly C Vitamin C Powder (made from Acerola cherries)

1tsp Earth Powder from Healthforce Nutritionals

1tsp Matcha Power (Green Tea)

BAM!  Do something good for yourself and replace your cooked, heavy, dead breakfast with one of these babies!  Tell me how you feel:-)))) 

A Year Later (give or take)

You see these hands?  All scratched up, beaten and worn?  These are the hands that have been through hell in a hand basket this last year and a half.  Wow!  So much has happened and I truly feel like a new and better person.  Isn't it crazy to think you could be going through weight of the world type stress yet feel more fulfilled than ever at the same time?  

I am reminded of the way I felt about 4 years ago.  I had a nice house, was making plenty of dough, felt pretty healthy, didn't really have much stress or drama besides a heavy workload, and I remember thinking I had everything I wanted short of winning the lotto and never having to work again, but it was all too perfect.  It was all too neat, clean and tidy.  My hair was so linear, you could eat off my floors!  I just didn't feel alive.  I needed a struggle. I needed some dirt.  I needed to mess my hair up and dig in some dirt, and paint and feel the urgency of getting something accomplished, and live in a mice infested home with dirt and crumbs and spiders...  I