A Plea From Your Stomach

Dear vessel (human) –

Guess what? I am meant to be the size of your fist.

Or you can double that if I am full. While I can stretch up to 40 times my size if I have to, I don’t like it.

Nor do I like the acids you throw down. While you were probably taught I am meant to be acidic to digest food, that is not quite right. I am acidic BECAUSE it is the only way I can digest what you feel I need to make you feel better.

The more acids you eat, the more you need ANT(i)acids! What are these acids? Meat, dairy, grains, sugars, processed foods, alcohol, coffee and fizzy drinks.

It may interest you to know that while I can accommodate just about anything you do to me, masking my cries for help is NOT helping things. I do not like sharing my spot with my neighbours, your heart and intestines – which are now also many times the size God intended them to be!

Why haven’t you worked it out yet? Your eyes and habits are not my friends. Your addictions are causing me to suffer. When food leaves me, the few nutrients you consume then go into your blood and lymph to help me grow and be healthy.

MOST of it just goes into your intestines and sits there, putrefying – because like me, your intestines do not recognise that mass as food.

Why do you not notice that when you drink pure water, eat fresh organic food or eat smaller portions that WE feel better? Why do you continue to cover up bad habit with medications that make US feel worse even if your brain is tricked into thinking otherwise?

Just a fair warning: if you continue to abuse us, we will eventually give up. Your time is near. You ignored us when you were a child. You abused us in your teenage years. As an adult I doubt you even know we exist. There is no fanfare when we give up.

We just do.Those poisons irritate us so badly that we try and encapsulate the irritations – which eventually kill you. I am a kind of go-between for my neighbour the heart. He told me he is about to go to sleep for good.

He can’t take it any more.

He is also only meant to be the size of a large fist but is at least twice the size and is covered in awful yellow fat and can’t beat hard enough any more to clear his head.

So here I am, putting in one last request. It is not too late. You know what I NEED is more important than what you WANT.

But finally, I do make this promise. Put the right things into me and I will have a word with all my buddies.

We work together you see; if I am sick, they are sick – YOU are sick.

Feed me right, stop stuffing me until you feel sick (which incidentally, does not equate to ‘full’) and I promise to turn your life around!

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Author: Chrysalis

Sharing the truth in health care with the public - especially those in nations where it is illegal to know the truth, for those who cannot afford health care, and for those who, through chronic illness or terminal disease are desperate to know the truth. And I will use any means necessary to do so. This has cost me dearly over the years - legally, professionally, financially and personally - but each time I feel as though it's not work it, I find I HAVE to keep going. After the recent loss of our adored son in law through medical negligence, I vowed to never give up the fight that I began in orthodox medicine, then as a naturopath seeing proof that there are answers outside of medicine, outside of surgery, toxic chemicals and big pharma's control - and when my daughter almost died through medical error. It's easy for some sectors of the community to dismiss someone who walked away from orthodox medicine. It's also easy for them to dismiss anyone who has qualifications in alternative medicine, regardless of how many lives they have saved - and regardless of whether most of those lives were failed by orthodoxy. Yet spend years in between, working in medical/pharma research and really get the inside story and then watch the worms come out of the woodwork. It's an interesting conundrum to see just how people who on the surface appear to be intellectual and reasonable, all of a sudden shoot off the Richter scale of common sense - after all, there is no way on earth someone who has a sound knowledge of facts, could possibly, actually know something they don't. Regardless of how my peers see me, I will spend the rest of my life getting the truth out there. It's astounding how much free time some of these poor excuses of humanity have, and how they believe they are discovering some amazing new thing with their hard hitting 'journalism' - imagine if all that effort could actually go into something decent and worthwhile.

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