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When an Immoveable Object meets an Irresistible Force

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What is self healing? The answer is whatever works for you. And it’s highly unlikely to work for anyone else because one's genetic inheritance is unique. I know what makes my body respond and react in a certain ways, and all I can do is to trust my own experience.      In the middle of 2008 the explosive results of a 24-hour blood pressure diagnostic test was the most serious indicator that I was on the point of some major health catastrophe. After that I began to focus my attention on supporting the fighting force within my own body for a ferocious battle for my health. Fasting and meditation has been two major weapons in that fight.      An image projected by the right brain in meditative silence as well as messages in dreams had long since told me what was going on in my body: my entire central nervous system – diagrammatically depicted as a tree – was inflamed; dangerously ‘morbid’ blood pressure readings was simply an outward symptom.      After a while the ‘stuff

Boston: In Solidarity

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O n this glorious, warm and sunny Spring day in London I did something that I have never done in my life. I joined the crowd of upbeat and buoyant participants, supporters and spectators out on the Highway part of the route of the London marathon, between Tower Bridge and Canary Wharf .  London  Marathon 2013  It was my way of showing solidarity with all those innocent people in Boston whose lives have been dramatically changed by the horrendous events at their marathon event. It was bad enough dealing with some of the fall out from London ’s own “7/7” but it is simply inconceivable my family and I should have to live through that kind of terror literally in our own backyard. Also sad is the complete scuppering by the conservative right, supported by some Democrats, even of Obama’s watered down attempt to bring a semblance of gun control to America . The very modest proposal to simply expand background checks was rejected. To my mind the Legislature would be m

Secret Life of Cells

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Several posts ago ( On a Healing Mission ) I spoke of putting myself through a crash course in anatomy and physiology to get better acquainted with the structure of the human body as part of a healing quest. As a result I became fascinated with how the body functions and particularly the endocrine and immune systems, critical agencies in supporting and maintaining good health. I assigned roles to various cell blocks of the immune system, beyond that given by biologists, and drew parallels with national state security agencies such as MI6, CIA and Mossad.             Thus far medical science has identified three cell-types: the killers or the elite special forces in the team, whose specialty is to identify and destroy viruses and foreign tissue; the helpers assist their comrades in going after highly specific targets – they are the counter intelligence gang. Finally, there are the suppressors , who serve a regulatory function, ensuring that the immune system does not go wild an

Body Talk

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This is Day 11 of a healing fast; it is over four years since I last did one. It has taken that time to summon up the required discipline, except that none has been needed because my body, mind and spirit seem to be in alignment with what needs to be done to complete a healing process. My very first 20+ day fasts in 2008 and 2009 was water and herb tea only, real hard core. At the time this was the requirement to begin the process of divesting my body of what was causing it distress – an over heated system (a high degree of trapped C02) causing my blood to literally boil, and threatening to rapture my heart and fry my brain.   Four allopathic drugs daily, including a beta-blocker was not going to help, in fact it would simply accentuate the condition, and stave off death for a time. No, I did not want any short-term measures. I wanted to hang around this planet for a bit longer. I needed to go hard core and radical. I first got an inkling of what was going on in my body in 200

Death of a Neo-Con Icon

The death of Margaret Thatcher the standard bearer of the Neo-Cons ( British neoconservatives  - fundamentally opposed to the idea of social justice)   has already generated so much media coverage, and will continue until that gun carriage procession next week.  Over the next few days I’ll have to turn to a book and 'On Demand' for respite. My neighbour says good riddance. Venerated or vilified, the iron lady cannot be ignored. The lady's ideology had some unintended consequences in both directions. From my perspective closing the coal mines was a good move for climate change, although my stereotypical view of Maggie suggests it is probably the last cause she would have supported. The following CSpan video of her presentation to the UN in 1989 suggests I am woefully wrong) : Margaret Thatcher on Climate Change and Environment | Climate ... But her approach to mining communities was ruthless and vindictive. She was neither concerned nor sympathetic about the plight of

Exposing a Silent Killer

Here I am still holding the integrity of my fast on day five of the next stage in a healing mission. It has been remarkably unchallenging so far, I reckon because in blogging about it, I am tapping into the collective’s support. It’s like having my own personal twelve steps programme: Hello, my name is Amari and I am self-healing; it is four days since I last eat food. I am fasting because in the absence of taking allopathic drugs to manage symptoms, I need to awaken my own body’s inner healer.   At a very basic level fasting not only enables the body to release toxins it has accumulated over time, but also supports it to rejuvenate and rebalance. A prolonged fast literally redesigns the physiological furniture. After about the third day of a fast, through a process known as autolysis - self destruction of tissues - the body begins to digest and eliminate diseased, damaged, aged or dead cells. Unless we push it to the edge, like the earth the human body is a self-maintaining

The Science of Self-Healing

I am into day four of the next stage - postponed for too long - of a self-healing process. The dogs remained at bay yesterday; I am surprised, but then the time is right, so I expect my body to put few obstacles in the way of its own healing.  At its current stage of evolution, the human body is an amazing piece of technological design – it has a kind of Vorsprung Durch Technik thing going on, which quantum physics is only now uncovering. Those engaged with self-healing understand at a fundamental level that, in the words of Bruce Lipton, a world renowned cell biologist, “our lives is determined not by our genes but by our responses to the environmental signals that propel life”. Dr Lipton’s research, in uncovering the missing connections between biology, psychology and spirituality, has over-turned the Darwinian deterministic perspective.     But the self-healing route is not for the faint hearted, and definitely not for non-believers. It requires a particular mind set

A Politician in the Basement

In the early hours of the morning I was dreaming that Iain Duncan Smith, the British Secretary of State for Works and Pension was hiding out in my basement flat! What a joy.   Duncan Smith or IDS as he’s known, is the lead person in bounty hunting benefit 'scroungers' and sending them to the workhouse. Don’t get me wrong, I am not condoning blatant fraudulent behaviour and in IDS’s place I would bounty hunt too. But when he punishes the guilty as well as the innocent, he loses my vote. IDS gained notoriety a few days ago when, during a radio interview he was asked whether he could live on £53 (or approximately US$80 at today’s rate) per week. His response: he could if he had too.  Oh dear, who told him to say that?   As a politician he should have known better. Now of course there is a petition demanding that he does just that. Well IDS is nowhere to be found because he is hiding out in my basement.  At this point over 300,000 people, including me, had signed the petit

Mind Over Matter

Another bright sunny day on a wintry landscape in London , even after 6 p.m in the early evening; lovely. This is the second day of fasting and I am quite surprised how easy it has been so far - no pangs, no cravings. In fact I feel quite full. It must be all the currents of positive energy I’ve received since my Procrastination post (29 March). Still, I expect the dogs will be unleashed tomorrow, on the third day – jumping out of the plane day. I am eternally fascinated by how extraordinarily important the mind is in the execution of everything.   Just think about it: we cannot do anything unless we ‘call to mind’ that we have to do this thing; in order to create something we have to invoke imagination but crucially we need to focus the mind.   It is that focusing of the mind that has enabled me to heal my body. If I have a fear in life it is that of losing my mind because then my soul will be left floundering in an abyss and I might as well be dead. My doctor once told

On a Healing Mission

It’s been a bright sunny day but there's a biting wind down here in the valley - a very wintry Spring which suits me just fine, keeps my personal global warming at manageable levels. It’s also Fool’s day, an appropriate time to begin observing the society within – my own personal medical team, about to begin the attack on the remnants of the pathogen that built up and began to attack my body all those years ago. Approximately five years ago, I put myself through a home-based crash course in anatomy and physiology. I was determined to avoid allopathic drugs at all costs and to gain a better understanding of how my body worked in order to get some insights into what the heck was causing my blood pressure to behave in an overtly psychotic manner, something which even my doctor said she had never encountered in all her medical experience. I acquainted myself with the structure of the human body, and delved into the workings of its major functional systems, particularly di