Gut Check Please - Day 3

Well, I've got 'em.

I had a vague inkling that I did but had held out hope that I'd be clean free since I ridded myself of them last year. Tis not the case...I've got parasites.

Hey, easy now, don't judge me, you've got them too without a doubt. As healthy as I am and as vigilant as I am about the foods I eat, water I drink and products I use on my body along with nary a puff or toke of anything or drop of any hard stuff one would think my insides would be all nice and shiny...and they're not.

I can only wonder what this process would be like for a normal person who consumes processed foods, drinks, smokes and stuffs their gourd with sodas and pizzas. I wouldn't be surprised to see these capsules and tinctures shriek in horror at the sight of these people, hop out of the box and tumble away from before they had a chance to enter their 13th level of colon hell.

In all seriousness, and as much as I hate to sound like I'm preaching or telling you what to do from my high and mighty seat of health wisdom, I feel like everyone...and I mean everyone should be doing this type of cleanse or at least something like it at least once a year or possibly twice depending on how toxic your diet and lifestyle is. We live in a world that doesn't give our bodies a chance in the fight against toxins and unwanted icky wickies (medical term) from entering our system. To think that we can just waltz through life and not suffer the consequences of our actions and the endless bombardment upon our physical beings is irresponsible behavior if you ask me. Can you live long and healthy without undergoing some sort of deep detox or cleanse, well of course you could, but what quality of life would your physical reality be like down the line? What shape would your cellular level be in and would you be functioning at the level consistent with how you'd like to be?

For me, I personally reject all the stereotypical crap that comes with being an Artist. I find the romanticized notion of self destructive behavior and debilitating addictions to be prosaic and wearisome. To be in a creative space is not congruous with having to be on some sort of edgy line of life and death. Taking risks in art does not mean one has to take risks with one's physical and mental health; makes for a good biopic but not for an amiable collaboration. Anyway, I just...I have so much I see and wish to actualize on this planet artistically, visions that I haven't even begun to scratch the surface of so not being in the highest vibration of health to bring forth this ethereal electricity is not an option.

As for today, I felt the glint of exuberant happiness for some brief moments. It peeked through the stained crassness of my hazy exterior and darted around my space before evaporating into another dimension. I wrestled with moods and dabbled in differing belief systems. I also made a bad ass health shake...holy bejeezus! After a year of wanting to incorporate this regimen into my diet I finally plopped down the cashish for Mercola's Miracle Whey Protein. That's how I work really, deliberate stubborn dawdling towards my goals; don't tell me what to do I'll get there how I get there. While my mind is spinning at a gazillion rpms and spitting out boundless ideas my actual circumstances play the role of the slow but steady turtle. Oh the Whey, so added this Strawberry powder into a glass jar filled with some coconut milk I made by myself along with some raw eggs and a touch of this and that...best thing I've made for myself possible ever. Energy and brain activity went through the roof.

Now, the whole cracking/hacking open the coconut deal was quite an ordeal. I went and purchased a cleaver from B&B thinking it would render my coconut a helpless tropical damsel. Maaaaannn...I was flailing away at that shell for minutes upon minutes with shards of coconut shell flying everywhere and still was not able to crack the foocquer open. Maybe I just got a stubborn one to match my stubborn demeanor or maybe my cleaver was as dull and dimwitted as the cashier who checked it out. Maybe it became infused with the idiocy and listless qualities of the beings that stocked it at its retail outlet and when put to work it quit in spirit after the second thwack. Yeah, that's it!

Oof, it's late, got an early one manana. Yes yes you're wondering, well if you read the previous post that is, you're wondering about my lil' airport rendezvous/scooping. Well, let's just say..umm, not sure what to say, gotta be careful in this space, errrrr, well, whatever it is or wherever it goes, it feels nice, it feels really frackin' nice.