Day 57, WHAT!

Today Em writes this post, together we write. Yes, and what does she have to say, hmmmm? Em meets Gaya in the early morn at the bus station; she, radiant. We follow with sweet nap, curled together. Just as friends. No, NO, no, no, NO, no NO.  Alarm quickly calls to slumbering ears resting upon warm silken woman chest. Drool minimal. One hour sleep just barely cuts it for the night. Gaya with sleeping eyes, driven by Em to school for 9-ish departure to Hospital for practicum sessions with anyone who may walk by our massage chairs. In the zone, squeezing shoulders, rolling down backs with side of hands, smooth and with intent and deep meditation. One with Spirit. Tired at day's close, Gaya meets Em at school who carries to the porch for a shared lunch the miso broth. No tofu, just the juice. I prepare myself for re-entry into solids and our expedition into the City for raw restaurants and the sheer simplicity and increased energy for travel that DC and juicies do not indulge for her. Following miso broth lunch, Gaya pours through books on alternative medicine searching for entries on acne for an oral presentation during the next class of Cayce Remedies. Plus, there is scribbled the paper due for class on a remedy Cayce prescribed for a certain malaise of the body/mind/spirit. Mine, the P: Cayce 80 alkaline, 20 acidic diet, mainly raw fruits and veggies, nuts and seeds, american yellow saffron and slippery elm bark tea, chiropractic adjustments, series of 6 colonics (1 per week), castor oil packs (3 days on, 4 days off), ingestion of oils (hemp, flax & olive), lots of water, green leafy veggies and a positive frame of mind. The later is still in question, though it is truly my effort. I still feel a tagging at soul from an internal manifestation of pain, sorrow, or how else shall it be called... as it is masked like the black knight (on a black night). And I am left with a deeply subconscious feeling of-- hm-- stress. Yes, it is. What is it? Currently belly writhes and spits fire, cursing, moving with moans and aches. Must be happy after its colonic cleansing and cranial sacral therapy given in the late afternoon. Em and Gaya now lay together in a yellow floral bed with green puffy cloud covering, that little covers if anything at all. And her eyes grow more bulged in the grey that drowns southern lids of eyes. Sinking into the dismal abyss of sight beyond vision when one gets tired. Yes, Gaya is tired and does not want to admit that sleep just may be that missing link. And as clock ticks toward 3:30, a breath is necessary. Down computer, down. And Em pets herself with tip of fingers upon thigh, soft and sweet: goodnite.

Juices:

1/2 QT Celery, dandelion, cilantro, kale, burdock, jerusalem artichoke, broc, sprouts, bok choy, romaine, lemon, love.

1/2 QT grapefruit juice

2 QT miso broth

24 oz kombucha (not sweet)

2 bottles kombucha

Supplements: silver, Break Stone, meds for candida go go gog og og go away and other stuff that delusion in lack of sleep permits to be written. Oh yes, and there is that Castor oil pack. YUM.

Treatments:

Castor Oil pack, Colonic, Cranial Sacral

Ok, let me say a word fast-like for the treatments received at the A.R.E. today. The colonic therapist I saw today is recommended throughout Cayce/Reilly. I recommend them all, well, all six I've experienced at least. They truly do not hire slackers at this spa; it's fabulous. All seem well-trained and specified, still free to explore their own varying techniques in the style they choose, as long as it sells i suppose. Both the therapist and i are surprised at the amount of dark and solid mater emitting from my bowels. Some is thick, sticking to the sides of the tube, and of course there is also the runny dark matter, flecked with dark specks and thin wafer-type pieces about the size of a pinky fingernail. She says in her New York accent; "I'm gonna curse; this is really a lot!" Something of the sort. We were stunned, shocked, excited about the experience. Even after 57 days of juicing and some miso, kombucha, lecithin and the occasional green powder, there is clumpy cramping and serious secretion of dark ICK!  Cool. Better out than in. And as for the Cranial session, Katherine rocks! I love Cranial! It is energetic and calming to the nervous system, meditative, reflective, bringing me to Source. Yet still physiological and based well in structure. I come and go in attentive conscious connection with physical/mental reality, floating in ether in times between. Stress relieved. LOVE!