Worm farm?  I don't mean a farm where worms are grown for bait or compost or otherwise.  I mean a farm owned and operated by worms themselves.  I know, it sounds really strange.  And yet, another big one from my gut just bought a farm last night.  

I learned a lot in this CST about how it goes, what to expect, the array of sensations one will feel, what they mean, etc, etc.  This one was intense.  The hardest part was actually the cold enema.  My colon does not welcome such things without a good fight, but I managed.  The garlic injection seemed more intense, and though I was cramping and wanted to expel it, not all of it was passed.  Fine.  Now to the bath.  We made it stronger this time and upped the dose of African Bird Pepper. 

We could tell right away as we drew the bath and steeped the herbs that it was going to be intense, because we were coughing a lot from the aroma.  This time, I remembered the vaseline!!!  The bath was hot, hotter than the first two.  The sage-yarrow tea was easy to take, I kinda feel like it was maybe a bit weaker.  But the bath was like swimming in alcohol after rolling around in broken glass.  I managed 10 minutes this time, less than half of what I stayed in the last time.  And yet, it was more intense than last time. 

Fancy a spot of tea?  How about 6 cups worth? 

Good job!  Now off to bed...

When I got to the bed, I thought: "Maybe I can take more.  Maybe I should get back in the tub.  Maybe I pussed out."  The burning I felt in the bath was weaker now that I was out of it.  But once I was covered with the blankets, the heat really kicked in, and I knew I had escaped just in time.  Here's one of the key things I learned: You don't sweat much at first.  Your skin is on fire, and it feels like you're rolling around inside a jalepeno.  But not much sweating.  And at this point, I was thinking things like: "Maybe I used too much cayenne.  Maybe my skin is being burned and damaged right now.  It's on fire, yet I'm not sweating, so there must have been too much cayenne, forcing me out of the tub before the other herbs could do their work.  Maybe I should get some aloe on me stat."

But deep down, I knew that I would be okay.  Then, about a half hour later, my skin started to cool and the sweat began to pour.  That's when it feels good, at least for a rail-thin juice faster like me.  Just a nice, hot sweat, like a candle on a desert boulder.  The palms of my hands felt like the soles of my feet when stepping on sun-baked pavement or asphalt.  The sweat just poured, and I was glad that this one was better than last week's.  Then, of course, my stomach began rumbling and my muscles started twitching, and I figured it was die-off, which turned out to be true again.  After about two and a half hours, things started to calm down, and I was able to go to sleep. 

This morning I felt fresh and renewed.  I had a bowel movement and watched Farmer Worm drive his tractor around my toilet bowl.  This was a pretty big one, but not as big as some of the others I've passed.  Long yes, but lacking in girth, comparatively.  And I've passed more like this one over this last week that I didn't photograph.  But still, here he is.

Did I mention yet that I had 3 parasite tests come back negative?  This one looks like a giant whipworm, which are only supposed to attain a length of 5-6 cm.  And yet, here is one that is 20 inches, if in fact it is a whipworm.  It's also possible that there is a larger body that attaches to the left side because that edge seemed disconnected or torn open, without a discernible head or suc***.  It's possible the head is still in me.  How strange are these things!  I think I have passed 5 different species of very large worms.  Probably one from every third world country I've visited.  During this afternoon's CE, I expelled another that was more deteriorated.  Maybe he got caught in the other's tractor blade.  

Speaking of coffee enemas, has anyone ever noticed a difference between therapeutic coffee and store-bought coffee?  I've been alternating the two and sometimes feel like the store-bought produces a stronger liver purge.  The therapeutic coffee, on the other hand, makes me wish I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  A nice, hot, toasted creamy peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich, cut diagonally.  The peanut butter would be all soft and drip down the corners of your mouth.  Naaahh, who wants that?  I'm having me a good old glass of fresh carrot juice with Superfood.  

I started kidney week today.  Last time I developed skin rashes and/or expelled a lot of stuff through my skin, which is fine if that's what it is.  We will see if they return this time.  I am also doing the Bad Calcium Flush for the next three days again as well -- that's the hydrangea, gravel and marshmallow roots in apple juice concoction sipped throughout the day.  

I sure could use a return of the sun.  He took off ever since that first week of the IP when he shone so bright and bold.  Maybe I'll have to put on a loincloth and go out and do a Sun Dance in the rain.  Or better yet, maybe I can move my speakers outside and play this to the sun:

Like I said before, what wholesome sentiment exists for which there is no Bob Marley song?

Let's leave it at that. I'll see you guys tomorrow.  

-JT