O Dear and Gentle Readers,
Thank you for all your advice over the past year that I finally followed! Using Dr. Clark’s instructions precisely I had a first flush. It was easy and comfortable. Soon there were 24 bright green stones, one larger than my thumb nail. Enough flush to help a gall bladder have a nice day.
(By the way, this is not medical advice, I am no doctor I am only your very newest little baby.)
Why flush now?
Motivation was general melancholy, lack of focus, great anxiety about choices in the future, and feeling hurt by noises, lights, and people’s rough manners. After the flush people learned better manners, and there is a profound sense of new emotional hopefulness about my life and its prospects.
Preparation
First, reading this forum every day to borrow your courage. :)
Also every day for a year, a big bunch of steamed bitter leafy greens (dandelion, mustard…) with lemon and olive oil and garlic. Lots of organic raw fruit, especially grapefruit, white membrane and all.
Also every morning a quart of hot broth from dried greens (like nettles and chickweed), lemon, seaweed, miso, ginger, and a pinch of cayenne.
Then at night the curezone oil-sucking exercise, swishing a mouthful of olive oil for 20 minutes at bedtime and spitting it out.
Also chocolate. What?! That’s right, “Sunspire” chocolate made with molasses and cane juice. Without chocolate, any solid cooked food sat for a long time in the stomach and caused this unhappy rush of insulin. Dr. Clark says that if the bile ducts are blocked, some bile leaks into the pancreas, irritating the pancreas to produce more insulin! Who knows? Now, if the body needs to get its bile from the pancreas, maybe you need some chocolate to get your stomach working. Obviously, this is not so ideal. So, it was time for a cleanse.
Before the cleanse a two-day fast, drinking a quart of apple juice a day, mixed with lots of hot water, lemon juice, ginger, garlic, a little Sea Salt , and a little cayenne pepper.
All that day I talked very nicely to my liver: What a nice hard-working liver you are, and tonight there will be this special holiday especially for you, and we’ll work through this together and then you will feel more content.
Then leaving messages for friends asking please don’t call after 10:00 PM, I will be horizontal and full of oil.
Then, stocking up on toilet paper for this festive occasion.
Then, winding the alarm clock within reach.
Extra blankets and pillows (a hot water bottle would have been good; my condition is thin and cool).
Setting out all the doses of everything in a row of cups at the bedside. Also a big cup of salt water and a big cup of fresh water, with a basin under the bed to rinse and spit after all that juice because stones are our friend when they are called teeth.
The mixtures didn’t taste difficult at all.
I did add apple juice to make up 1/3 of the Epsom Salts solution. But after a year of bitter greens broth (ack!) the bitterness wasn’t a problem. Usually with even one bite or sip of the wrong thing, my stomach immediately stops working and pouts for a long time. But at the first sip of Epsom Salts , the body said “Ooh la la, what is this interesting stuff? This is okay.”
Then bedtime and the olive oil. After days of swishing with it for 20 minutes to get accustomed, I told the body that * cup is really only ten gulps, right? So the liver and I held our breath very carefully and counted the gulps to 10, then drank down the grapefruit/lemon juice and lay down right away and did a salt and water tooth rinse.
Dr. Clark recommended ornithine to sleep well, but I didn’t take any. First, I sleep like a turnip. Second I was housesitting, and with this unfamiliar place and process in case anything went really wrong I was afraid of sleeping too soundly and being too disoriented. Wouldn’t you know, the local sports team just lost its first game. So outside the window the streets filled with screaming people with honking horns and sirens until 3 am. Next time it will be good to use ornithine or else offer it to the people outside. Also first check the sports schedule.
The alarm rang at 6 for the next dose of Epsom Salts , then at 8 for the last. I woke up and felt a big difference. First, the sports fans had finally gone to bed. But second, the body really felt refreshed. Under the right rib cage there was a soft soothed feeling. I spent the morning sleeping like a... well, turnip. But first...
Right after the last dose of Epsom Salts it was time for the bathroom adventure. I was too shy at first to look into the water, and even after looking couldn’t see anything special. But then I decided, “After a year of preparation, it is time to seize the day!” So, I got very brave and plunged my hand into this murk. Suddenly there in my palm was this bright green stone. What a feeling of awe! After that, no shyness was going to stop me. They were my stones, and I wanted them all!! Soon, there were 24 of them. At that very second, outside the bathroom window, the dawn sun shone, and the very first robin of spring began to sing.
Now, for the occasional challenge to this forum, “Aren’t these ‘stones’ just beads formed by swishing Epsom salts with oil and citrus?” Well, then I wonder how soft beads can be carved into jagged edges and deeply grooved! One was formed wrapping a thread (parasite?). Also, in no way can you shake juice and oil and produce something which smells so terrible. I rinsed the stones several times with anti-bacterial soap, then floated them in pure citrus oil cleanser! But even then, even frozen, the smell was overpowering so I didn’t keep them. But, this sweet little collection was nice while it lasted. Matching emeralds, thanks to all of you! Blessings, Autumn