To elicit a cure we didn’t have to manipulate genomes, alkalize the water, find the next “smart” drug, or war against anything whatsoever. With a newfound liberation from fear and panic that can only come from an understanding of the biological purpose of disease, I could now move forward. It would make sense of illness, perhaps for the very first time, and authenticate that disease was not a mistake of nature but rather an intrinsic part of it-that nature was not faulty and never, ever, goes awry.Ī feeling of overwhelming calm came over me, and I knew I could never look back. It was around this time we were introduced to a paradigm that would forever change our perspective. The body’s intelligence had become fallible and susceptible to malfunction and breakdown. A common thread connecting them all was that cancer, like all so-called disease, was something to fight. That refined movement became a blessing for me in 2009, when my mother was diagnosed with stage 3B metastatic adenocarcinoma. All that was needed to perceive things differently was a fine movement of the mirrored cylinder. It was only upon his observation that perhaps I was aurally blinded did the scales fall from my eyes (well, ears) and my ability to listen- truly hear-become evident.įinally, I heard it. I’d listen on my old Thorens turntable, over and over. When my best friend brought it to my attention that I had butchered, quite badly, the Beatles’s lyrics to “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”-I was sure he was wrong. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band in 1976, marmalade skies or not, I was convinced that poor girl had colitis. A girl with colitis goes by.”Īppearing in Issue #58. Somebody calls you you answer quite slowly.
“Picture yourself in a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
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