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HOWDY, YA'LL!
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Happy Spring Trails Await Us!
I am a just a little sad as I write about D.W. In my last broadcast, I told you I would be getting to ya'll his wonderful story rejuvenation! This over-the-hill, 64-year-old guy's story would so inspire so many of you and your loved ones to "CHOOSE LIFE! DO RIGHT! EAT LIVE! AND GET HIGH!" That "best laid plan", I am sorry to say, went the way of HighJoy's poop!
D.W. came to Our Hygiene Homestead in The Woods for 6 weeks. He just left. I was looking forward to sharing his wonderful story after interviewing him on tape. I was going to take hours and hours to transcribe the story and edit it and get his approval on my editing. I was going to then broadcast it to ya'll for our mutual inspiration! But, as The Good Lord would have it, the last few days of his 32-fast, D.W. decided to go to work on me! BAD IDEA -- FOR EVERYONE CONCERNED. Day after day, he gently, quietly tried to pry into my mind and open me up to all kinds of New Age horse poop I had tried out in my younger years and have long since shoveled completely out of my life! "BEEN THERE, DONE THAT!" nicely summarizes those years before turning to The Good Book. One day, he worked on me so directly that I actually lost sleep over the horse poop he had managed to shovel into my mind. I had to prayerfully ask The Good Lord for a cleansing throughout the night and was not happy about having lost so much sleep! SLEEP IS ESSENTIAL! And so, when D.W. did not take kindly to my playful, but dramatic way of asking him, the next day, to not bring up anything anymore... about my 110,509 past lives or... about the Native American Indians' ghosts that were roaming my property and were the cause of the March winds or... about his going ahead and "clearing" the land of those misbegotten Indians with his clairvoyant skills (for which he would be happy to charge me throughout the rest of my life) or... about what happened to him in Tibet while he mind-talked with his guru, well... he hardly spoke to me again for the 2 weeks of juices and recipe demonstrations! I am not about to get dependent on some self-declared "Keeper of Secret Knowledge" this late in the game when I have The Good Lord and his angels watching over me! Why could not D.W. just come to get his job done... to stay the course and claim his rejuvenation? Why did he have to take me on, too?
BOTTOM LINE... I am a little bit sad for what might have been. But, D.W. did save me about 20 hours of writing up his story, a story that was every bit as good as Little Holly Kallner's or Sandra Mann's!
Still... I can share with you D.W.'s wonderful victory in my own words. I can still show you what The 10 Energy Enhancers can do for a way-over-the-hill man who declared when I first me him on the phone: "I have 64-years of bad living habits!"
I responded, "Really?" And asked: "How old are you?"
He answered: "64."
D.W. arrived with the puffy, chipmunk face so many Health Seekers have developed and the typical beer-belly look so many have taken on. The belly was not from drinking beer, however. It is just where men tend to carry excess weight, while women tend to carry it on the hips. You know the belly-look of which I write. So many men have it. Where the belt goes way down under the well-fed belly, and then it lops over the belt? But it was not the excess weight that brought D.W. -- first and foremost -- to Our Hygiene Homestead in The Woods. It was the low energy.
Our first talk on the phone, I asked a great question that I will now ask everyone who calls: "What % of the energy do you have now that you once had during the heights of your youth?" His answer of "10%" gave me the shivers. "10%" is not good. He must have descended into a number of chronic, degenerative diseases and to their differing depths with "64 years of bad living habits" and "10%" being the answer to this 1 crucial question. Yes, he had developed angina, occasional mental fogginess, chronic fatigue, numbness in the feet. And gout: this was dubbed "The King's Disease" during medieval times, as the kings of the day could far better afford a steady diet of rich foods than the poor.
EVEN THOUGH HE HAD LIVED WITH A RAW-FOODER FOR YEARS, HE HAD TAKEN TO THE SEE-FOOD DIET. "I SEE FOOD, AND I EAT IT." AND EVEN THOUGH HIS RAW FOODER COMPANION COULD HAVE SEEN HIM THROUGH A FAST, D.W. CHOSE TO SET HIMSELF UP IN THE EAGLE'S NEST, STAY THE COURSE, GET WHAT HE COULD GET DONE IN 6 WEEKS, AND HOPE AND WORK FOR THE BEST. LITTLE DID I KNOW THAT HE HAD 1 OTHER GOAL: TO WORK ON MY SPIRITUAL BELIEFS.
After that first phone call, I was absolutely sure I could help him. And for 32 days, D.W. fasted on water only. He took 3 massages a week, kept himself hydrated, got the needed rest and sleep, studied dozens of books and DVDs out of Our Hygiene Homestead's library, kept quiet, brought in all kinds of technology and media supplies (I do not approve of for fasting and certainly do not provide to keep othres further entertained), kept in contact with others by telephone, and watched the 32 days roll on by.
The 2 big, gouty toes did not become ungnarled, as they had reached The 6th Stage of Disease = Induration = hardening = scar tissue = does not reverse. But he had stopped the progression of the gouty situation. And that was... WONDERFUL!
To make a long story short: D.W. so completely transformed his looks in just 32 days that I heard him on the kitchen phone tell a friend while I was preparing his meal: "YOU WON'T RECOGNIZE ME." And that was not an exaggeration! During the 32 days, I got to dig out the leather hole-punch I use when making High's bridles and repair saddle cinches so that D.W. could take his own cinch from 40" to a 35"! I got to go shopping for Levis that would stay up on him. And I got to watch the natural bone structure of his face appear until a really good-looking guy for his age appeared! He had totally recaptured the physique of his teen-age years! Granted, the muscle structure would need to be built up to truly capture
the physique of his teen-age years! But that would only take a few months of careful eating of live-foods and 3 times a week of weight-training! His life had the potential to turn into a beautiful thing! HE HAD STOPPED THE DESCENT INTO DISEASE.
All along, I brought D.W. in a few really nice gifts and cards. I celebrated with him as best I could
while he progressed. I encouraged him to get to his goals as much as the 6 weeks allowed. I kept repeating the lessons he needed to break the fast properly and to hang on to the progress he was making. I encouraged him -- without pushing any of my spiritual beliefs on him. Why would I need to push, anyhow? They are totally obvious from how joyful and playful I just naturally am as I go about my day! I do confess that when I brought in 2 huge baskets just overflowing with fresh, live fruits and veggies, nuts & seeds, it was so spectacularly colorful and health-emitting, that I did whisper to him: "GOD LOVES YOU, D.W." But that was about all I did to share The Good Lord's love in any direct way. But my indirect way of just living in the high joy of The Lord still inspired him to make those last 2 weeks a little sad for me.
Like that Roman
once did boast:
"I came! I saw! I conquered!"
D.W. came. D.W.
fasted. D.W. got so much better.
So what if this guest did not drag me back into the
horse poop of my youth? So what if he hardly bothered to interact with me during the
most FUN! FUN! FUN! part of everyone's visit? So what if he did not
speak to me the entire 120 mile ride to the Seattle-Tacoma airport? So
what if he never said a real "THANK YOU!" to me for my efforts those last 2
weeks? D.W. got what he came for and paid 1/3 the going rate of $1,000 a
week: AND HE GOT PUT SQUARELY ON THE ROAD TO RECOVERY AND LEFT WITH "THE 10
ENERGY ENHANCERS' ROAD MAP" TO GETWELL & STAYWELL!
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