What?!?
Day 21? Dude, I thought you were gonna post daily during this cleanse of yours, what the hell happened?
Hold on, don't give us the world and the Universe are spinning at a high frequency and the laws of time are being bent to degrees not seen in millenniums excuse, you've used that one before. Did this cleanse keep you riveted to the loo hours on end, were the capsules laced with herbs that caused the pads of your fingertips to swell into moons making it impossible to type? Was some babe you met obsessed with having you service her on your laptop. Did an Alien...
Okay okay enough, I got it. jeez. Well, truth be told I did emit a ginormous post on my European trip during this hiatus of cleanse posting that took a major chunk of time to complete since I had a lot to draw from and wanted to sift it through a specific sieve. The date I began it was earlier than some other posts which is why it didn't post right before this one. Look, the bottom line is this: I'm encountering a lot more resistance to this cleanse than I did the first time around.
Day 21? Dude, I thought you were gonna post daily during this cleanse of yours, what the hell happened?
Hold on, don't give us the world and the Universe are spinning at a high frequency and the laws of time are being bent to degrees not seen in millenniums excuse, you've used that one before. Did this cleanse keep you riveted to the loo hours on end, were the capsules laced with herbs that caused the pads of your fingertips to swell into moons making it impossible to type? Was some babe you met obsessed with having you service her on your laptop. Did an Alien...
Okay okay enough, I got it. jeez. Well, truth be told I did emit a ginormous post on my European trip during this hiatus of cleanse posting that took a major chunk of time to complete since I had a lot to draw from and wanted to sift it through a specific sieve. The date I began it was earlier than some other posts which is why it didn't post right before this one. Look, the bottom line is this: I'm encountering a lot more resistance to this cleanse than I did the first time around.
The first time I did this last year if was an absolute revelation. It took me years to finally step up to the plate and go through this process but once I did the results were phenomenal and life changing causing me to vow to engage in this endeavor on an annual basis. As the days dwindled on 2010 I realized the time of reckoning was upon me to begin anew on the Grand Detoxification and I excitedly jumped headfirst into the initial stages of this process.
Yet as it turned from the intensity and sprint of the colon cleanse into the disciplined marathon of the internal cleanse which addresses almost all of the internal organs as well as the lymph and the blood, I could feel myself slowing down, resenting the journey, finding it more of a burden than a joy.
I knew this time around was different because for some reason I made a mistake in the amount of droppers full of tinctures I was supposed to be taking during the first week of the parasite cleanse. I only realized this after the week was done but I didn't take that mistake to be just a slip, clearly I was holding on to something I didn't want released. Each day morphed into a different expression of Issac; some days the healthful abundant creative loving wide-eyed mischievous cherubic one. Other days saw the arrival of the self-destructive, self-deprecating, idling, procrastinating, sugar-toothed, bitter Issac. Some days it was an hourly shift from one to the other. If only I was living with a woman at the time, I could have challenged her PMS symptoms with my cleansing reactions in a Battle Royale of Cranky Madness!
As a result of my lil' mistake this upcoming week I'll be taking what I didn't take for my first week so this process has now been extended seven more days. Plus, since I found parasites again I have to take extra steps to rid them from my body completely so in two weeks from now I'll be doing a week long parasite cleanse all over again. Sigh....
An agitating development just wound itself up this past week and I just found out it has a deep significance as it relates to exactly what I'm going through right now...I had a rat.
Oooh, I'm shuddering to even think of it. Yes, I had some enormous rodent scuttling around between my floors and walls for a couple of weeks...hey! That's my excuse! Dude, this rat was keeping me up or waking me up at all hours of the night and my exhaustion precluded me from blogging consistently...boo ya!
At any rate, for nights on end you could fine me huddled half-naked over a spot in my living room at five in the morning with a ball-peen hammer knocking on the floorboards with the hope that this gnawing gnashing scratching blight on my nocturnal existence would leave me be. One would think that I would have contacted some sort of professional help immediately right? Nope! Not me! I'm the stubborn one remember? What was I thinking? I dunno, that it would just go away...no I couldn't have thought that, I'm not that naive, am I? Well, it took me forever to research who I wanted to contact and what their rates were blah blah blah, oh Issac, you're not ransacking the web for a good price on a variant cover of a prized comic book you're hiring a frikkin' exterminator! Oy vey, I drive me myself and I nutso sometimes, really I do.
So cut to traps being laid by a great service, hey, when I research I always and I mean always end up with the best, and the culprit was snared in the wee hours of an eve a coupla weeks ago. It was only this past week when my gardener volunteered to remove it from the premises, yeeaarghgh, couldn't even look at it, ran like a lil' girl up the stairs to jump on a chair and squeal. Hey, I admit it. Look, bugs, no problem, I can handle the gnarliest of roaches and stuff, I'm city proofed. But when you get to the ...anyways...so check it out, here's what I found out.
I was lucky enough to find some time to visit a good friend of mine who I rarely see and somehow the topic of her also having a rat in her home came up. I found that to be too highly coincidental and then she told me that she had spoken with an 'Energy' friend of hers who explained what this meant on a different level. To have a rat in one's home signifies that it is high time to dispose of something, someone or some way of being in your life; rats are emblematic of disposal. To disregard its presence or to put off its removal would only compound whatever issue is in your life and the Universe would find ways much more rattling than a rat to deliver that message to you. Pretty wild huh? To have this happen right in the middle of my resistance to this cleanse and at the precipice of this year which I know to be an enormous one for me as long as I can get out of my own way is quite monumental; so in a way I am truly grateful for this messenger finding its way into my life as and I ask your forgiveness in having to, well, dispose of you like I did.
So here I am, feeling groovy, 'a Witness for the Prosecution of a Hate in this here Love Affair', not sure why I typed that, random Prince lyrics make it through my fingers sometimes, can't help it. I manifested some swift results in the arena of my career these past several days, all sealing the doors rather than opening them. Had me confused and hurt for a moment or two until it dawned on me that my attachments to those results connected to those people had to dissolve so that the more authentic ones could be allowed into my life. Funny that, so easy to be wrapped around the finger of an envisioned sequence of events when in reality those chord progressions were only played for you to hear and know that the possibility of that symphony exists; does that make sense?
How about I let William Blake's line that inspired ol' Jim Morrison end it since I'm just up the way from his old Laurel Canyon abode:
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.
Yet as it turned from the intensity and sprint of the colon cleanse into the disciplined marathon of the internal cleanse which addresses almost all of the internal organs as well as the lymph and the blood, I could feel myself slowing down, resenting the journey, finding it more of a burden than a joy.
I knew this time around was different because for some reason I made a mistake in the amount of droppers full of tinctures I was supposed to be taking during the first week of the parasite cleanse. I only realized this after the week was done but I didn't take that mistake to be just a slip, clearly I was holding on to something I didn't want released. Each day morphed into a different expression of Issac; some days the healthful abundant creative loving wide-eyed mischievous cherubic one. Other days saw the arrival of the self-destructive, self-deprecating, idling, procrastinating, sugar-toothed, bitter Issac. Some days it was an hourly shift from one to the other. If only I was living with a woman at the time, I could have challenged her PMS symptoms with my cleansing reactions in a Battle Royale of Cranky Madness!
As a result of my lil' mistake this upcoming week I'll be taking what I didn't take for my first week so this process has now been extended seven more days. Plus, since I found parasites again I have to take extra steps to rid them from my body completely so in two weeks from now I'll be doing a week long parasite cleanse all over again. Sigh....
An agitating development just wound itself up this past week and I just found out it has a deep significance as it relates to exactly what I'm going through right now...I had a rat.
Oooh, I'm shuddering to even think of it. Yes, I had some enormous rodent scuttling around between my floors and walls for a couple of weeks...hey! That's my excuse! Dude, this rat was keeping me up or waking me up at all hours of the night and my exhaustion precluded me from blogging consistently...boo ya!
At any rate, for nights on end you could fine me huddled half-naked over a spot in my living room at five in the morning with a ball-peen hammer knocking on the floorboards with the hope that this gnawing gnashing scratching blight on my nocturnal existence would leave me be. One would think that I would have contacted some sort of professional help immediately right? Nope! Not me! I'm the stubborn one remember? What was I thinking? I dunno, that it would just go away...no I couldn't have thought that, I'm not that naive, am I? Well, it took me forever to research who I wanted to contact and what their rates were blah blah blah, oh Issac, you're not ransacking the web for a good price on a variant cover of a prized comic book you're hiring a frikkin' exterminator! Oy vey, I drive me myself and I nutso sometimes, really I do.
So cut to traps being laid by a great service, hey, when I research I always and I mean always end up with the best, and the culprit was snared in the wee hours of an eve a coupla weeks ago. It was only this past week when my gardener volunteered to remove it from the premises, yeeaarghgh, couldn't even look at it, ran like a lil' girl up the stairs to jump on a chair and squeal. Hey, I admit it. Look, bugs, no problem, I can handle the gnarliest of roaches and stuff, I'm city proofed. But when you get to the ...anyways...so check it out, here's what I found out.
I was lucky enough to find some time to visit a good friend of mine who I rarely see and somehow the topic of her also having a rat in her home came up. I found that to be too highly coincidental and then she told me that she had spoken with an 'Energy' friend of hers who explained what this meant on a different level. To have a rat in one's home signifies that it is high time to dispose of something, someone or some way of being in your life; rats are emblematic of disposal. To disregard its presence or to put off its removal would only compound whatever issue is in your life and the Universe would find ways much more rattling than a rat to deliver that message to you. Pretty wild huh? To have this happen right in the middle of my resistance to this cleanse and at the precipice of this year which I know to be an enormous one for me as long as I can get out of my own way is quite monumental; so in a way I am truly grateful for this messenger finding its way into my life as and I ask your forgiveness in having to, well, dispose of you like I did.
So here I am, feeling groovy, 'a Witness for the Prosecution of a Hate in this here Love Affair', not sure why I typed that, random Prince lyrics make it through my fingers sometimes, can't help it. I manifested some swift results in the arena of my career these past several days, all sealing the doors rather than opening them. Had me confused and hurt for a moment or two until it dawned on me that my attachments to those results connected to those people had to dissolve so that the more authentic ones could be allowed into my life. Funny that, so easy to be wrapped around the finger of an envisioned sequence of events when in reality those chord progressions were only played for you to hear and know that the possibility of that symphony exists; does that make sense?
How about I let William Blake's line that inspired ol' Jim Morrison end it since I'm just up the way from his old Laurel Canyon abode:
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.
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