I used to suffer food cravings, too. After a day full of serving patients and my family, I used to finally sit down (well after the sun had gone down) and enjoy a morsel of dark chocolate. Often times, it was well beyond a morsel!
It was like a negative spiral as then I’d have trouble sleeping or be up a time or two to urinate in the night which did not help my feeling of being rested the next day. I was stuck in a loop of need without emotional fulfillment.
The bottom line was that the more I needed the chocolate, the less I felt rested. I was living to eat, not eating to live.
The Cancer state of mind actually craves chocolate. In fact, stay out of their way when they’re en route to their fix, as they’ll slay dragons bare handed to get it. Sound familiar?
The Cancer state of mind is one where you rescue others to the exclusion of self, are living the unlived life, and are feeling resigned that this is your fate from here on in. That was my story too. The chocolate gave me a tiny illusion, just for the moment that this wasn’t true.
It seemed like much more energy to resolve my plight outright than I had. I knew more fats would help, I also knew more tender acts of self-love and fulfillment were also key. But where to start?
That is when I took a dose of Carcinosin and Chocolatum and made a list of what I needed more of in my life. I went after “the feeling.” If I was going to do this thing called life, long-term, how would I imagine a better state of grace for myself?
Well the answer to this has spanned many blogs, a couple of books, and a decade. Give us a call as we’re happy to share the answers we found with you, verbally, based on your own struggles. It’s what we do for our patients, but not to the exclusion of having solved it for ourselves first. Are you ready?
My hope is that this missive finds you well and enjoying the last weeks of summer.
Early morning fog burning off the Kennebecasis River
It finally warmed up and stopped raining here in Maritime Canada and we made it into the brackish waters of the Kennebecasis River for many swims. Building our Tiny House and clearing our land of many fallen trees and brush has been a big job. You should see us working together with the chainsaw and axe to get our Fall/Spring supply of wood to cut and dried before the season. We’re both much fitter and leaner from all the physical work!
Casa Pequeña both inside and out
We’re expecting six loads of clean fill in the next few weeks in order to start working on leveling the hill that we’re on for our food forest. We’ve already got some raspberry bushes, lavender, mint and wild roses planted. I’m (Ally) in seventh heaven with being able to craft my own land into a rejuvenating ecosystem. The plan is to have enough flowering plants and fruit trees in order to sustain a number of hives of bees. It’s a work in progress and we’re learning much about permaculture principles.
This week, the solar array is being installed. We’ve been doing most of the work ourselves with the help of our friends, however, we’ve found an electrician who works with her carpenter husband to get the solar panels mounted on the roof and the battery, charger and inverter installed.
The view looking up from the Kennebecasis towards our densely treed property
We’ll be putting in the 120 amp wiring ourselves as our friend, Marla, worked for Bell Canada in Toronto and wired houses and offices with fibre-op for decades. Thankfully Diane is keeping the front lines at Arcanum in toe as we’ve literally been jumping in our clinic seats after a quick hosing off in the shower!
We’re pretty excited as later this month, our children are coming for a visit with their partners. It’s been 3 years since were all together and we can not wait to spend the week together. There will be a good ol’ lobster boil, bonfires and sausage roasts for sure!
We’re heading up to the Tiny House for the evening. Jeff has promised to play his classical guitar for me as the sun goes down. Life is so good!
Patriarchy can attempt to divide us; however, I know for a fact that folks can not be so easily broken apart by walls and borders. We’re lovers of the international state of mind.
I’m thinking of the Airbnb couple in Victoria, BC, who took us to brunch and wanted to know more about what we do here at Arcanum. I’m thinking of the woman who cut my hair in Guanajuato, MX, who hugged and kissed me as I left her shop because we’d become instant friends in an hour.
I’m thinking of the young fellow at the MacStore in León, MX, who said, “I like your happiness” and hugged both of us and took our pictures for their Customers Of The Month wall. I’m thinking of the couple in Cottonwood, CA, who worked in medicine and shared pictures of their beautiful children before making us breakfast at their Airbnb. She also shared her magnificent permaculture garden and koi-filled ponds so I could take pictures. I gave remedies to their dog and did some Bowen on his sore hip, and he was feeling fine by the next morning.
Jessica and Rosie, our lovely Airbnb hosts. She is into permaculture, mom of five grown kids, and an aquafit instructor. We loved her!
I’m thinking of the cab driver in Guanajuato, MX, who told me that my Spanish is excellent and to keep practicing as my best education is out talking with people like him. I’m thinking of the couple in San Diego, CA, who rescue exotic birds and rehabilitate them out of the goodness of their hearts. I’m thinking of the mother and son in Eureka, CA, who run an Airbnb and also take in elderly folk who can’t afford nursing homes and how we all ate breakfast in their living room and laughed at the news on the big screen TV.
I’m thinking of how quickly folks rush in to help give us directions, help us with translation, and just simply make our lives easier all of the time. My heart is swollen to her brim with all these experiences and nothing in the news or television can erase what I know is the steeped kindness of others. Their wide, open smiles and caring eyes swim in my veins.
Put the remote down, shut the lid of your computer, and go on a walk-about to far off places that you’ve never been to before. Perhaps study a new language on Duolingo so that you can communicate better. You’ll no doubt find what we’ve found in our travels to be true; love and human kindness is a thing, and it prevails beyond borders and walls. It is something you can lean into and allow yourself to be carried along with for awhile. It’s what is going on all around the world in everyday lives.
We’re all trying to balance so much! Often times, it’s not just the business, home life and kids to keep organized, and on a schedule, often times we’re having to be responsible for the collective consciousness for the entire household. Consider how often you’re asked, “Ok, so what’s next?”. Or “You should have just asked me to do that and I would have gladly helped you out.”
So many women I serve, and some men too, will cite extreme exhaustion. Not only for the actual tasks they perform at the office or at home, but because they also feel like the CEO of operations. This unexpected job description often surprises us out of nowhere. Who put me in charge anyway? Where was that written? How do I exit this role without the whole damn ship sinking?
How did the job of knowing what’s next fall on me? I’d never asked my husband, “What’s next?” in over a dozen years of marriage. How is it that as a reasonably intelligent woman I always felt my corpus callosum log-jammed every time? Perhaps my lesson was to learn how to engage with my own instincts and activities, leaving intellectual management to other individuals. That, actually would make sense.
In those moments, I definitely know I could use help. The first thing would be to take the task-manager role off my shoulders. When was this bestowed on me? Please supply a two page answer single spaced while I dress this roast of bison and finish prepping the potatoes. Perhaps you’ve lived this too.
While the offer to help is, in itself, an act of generosity, it can annoy the living daylights out of a Mom in a Sepia state. How many CEO’s of multinational companies can think on the spot of the detailed activities to be executed by a worker who barges into his office while he’s on the phone and also in the midst of forecasting the budget for the next annum? You see it, right? It doesn’t happen. At the very least, you make an appointment or see a more junior manager. Perhaps your spouse might ask one of the kids. Ah, not a bad idea, a kid will always tell you precisely what to do to serve them.
I recall feeling totally burnt out in the early stages of my marriage. In fact, I had the feeling that if one more person asked me what they could do, I might run my laser eyes clear through their guts while launching enough swear words at them to burn off their eyebrows. They’d grow back, right?!
I once recall trying to prepare supper while nursing an infant on the breast, with a toddler pulling all the pots and pans out on the floor, stirring a pot of rice pasta with the phone in one ear speaking to the guy rescheduling to come service the dishwasher who I had stayed home all day waiting for. It was a Friday.
At that moment, my husband walks into the kitchen having just arrived home from the office, and wants to know what he can do. The first answer that popped up to the fore is, “no clue” and then, “isn’t it obvious?” or to silently turn back and offer a tear of frustration into the pasta. This gesture alone can create a ton of animosity and then spouses wonder why dinner conversation is a little stunted and the weekly sex is dwindling.
I spent years stuffing my feelings down and taking Sepia regularly until my breast finally swelled with a 1.5 inch tumour. Among this, and other dynamics, I’d say this phenomenon cost us the marriage. It wasn’t until these very same issues started to crop up in my second marriage that I began to “get it”. The whole family plumbed solutions to help relieve me of the burden of doer and decision-maker. At the time, I was running a household, half a business, part of the farm, a kids’ camp (in the summer), writing a book and doing postgraduate research. Brutal, I know!
The summation of this post is that we finally did solve it with some creative problem solving. It took a team effort, but you can read that article here.
I’m not really one for New Year’s resolutions. I don’t even start new protocols on a Monday after I realized years ago that I was setting myself up for failure if starting something new with a bang. My resonance organs dictate a mindfulness in motion that begs me to be accountable to myself each and every day; self-love is a continually evolving gesture of self-honour and self-care.
After sitting for three days a week in clinic I typically feel compelled to go on a mini-pilgrimage, usually this takes form as a good 10-12 km romp into the town or hills where I live… and my step counter will show about 17,000 steps by the end of the day. Jeff and I generally enjoy the same jaunt together on the weekend. During the week, I tend to engage in an hour of something each day; I love swimming, hiking the cobbled streets where we live, taking photographs, and enjoying an hour of yoga twice a week to ensure I’m maintaining upper body strength.
I do not love plank poses, although I do love the way they make me feel when I’m regularly engaged with my practice. A thirty minute daily meditation also is part of my regular regimen. You may ask how I find the time… well, it has taken me twenty years to unhook from a life of obligation and now my health soars, with few supplements, by allowing my spirit to be free of living totally out of obligation. A decade ago, my goal was to craft a life that I no longer felt I needed a vacation from, and this goal has most definitely been achieved!
I will take Vitamin D3 in the winter months only if I’m getting insufficient sunlight, although for the last two years we’ve lived in Mexico in winter, so I don’t bother much with this anymore. If I notice any thyroid challenges, I’ll take kelp and nascent iodine to help on those occasions. I also take zinc periodically, as well as some greens powder (spirulina/chlorella). I drink 2-3 litres of spring water a day which helps to keep me feeling clear, calm, and restored. I’ve always been a very thirsty constitutional type and so drinking a lot, especially in the mornings, really helps to set me right for the remainder of the day.
Mostly I eat quite scantily, fasting a couple days a week for most of the day; as I get into my more “senior” years I find that this approach helps keep my mind and body running optimally. At this high altitude of seven thousand feet above sea level, I sleep hard and soundly given the lower oxygen levels, and seven to eight hours a night without waking is beyond restorative to me. The less I eat, the better I sleep!
Being happy and in love with my partner and my life help a lot. We enjoy great recreation such as attending the orchestra, travelling with friends to a spa or organic farm in the country, or just lying around and reading. Having tea and discussing art, photography, principles or the concepts of Heilkunst enthuse me no end and it’s great that I get to do this with Jeff. I’m also adored, nurtured and well loved on, and kissed thoroughly with intent every day. I wish every human being benefitted from this much loving and fulfillment.
Lastly, I’m rocking what I’m ordained to be. I used to wake with whole poems in my head as a child. I’ve always loved to write and it is a big part of who I am and the vehicle I use to serve others by crafting books in natural medicine and Heilkunst. I’ve also always been profoundly intuitive and so I use these skills to diagnose my patient’s deeper issues, and then use my knowledge and compassion to help them get to where they’d like to go with regard to the resolution of their chronic ills.
Jeff and I both love hearing your monthly impressions as you work through the tangle of your challenges and wins each month. It is a living model of rejuvenation similar to a fever event, when your child speaks for the first time as they shed the Autism diagnosis. You might now be able to imagine what it means when a patient tells us that she has found the love of her life as a result of going through this system of medicine, and that she no longer suffers chronic fatigue because she also let go of that gnarly day job where her creativity was suppressed.
It is our resolution to be healthy enough to continue to support you in the ways that you expect, exacting the healing and curing principles of Heilkunst Medicine to the very best of our abilities. We love serving you and it means so much to us that you keep coming back monthly and also refer your friends and family. Our hearts are filled with purpose and meaning because of you.
Rudolf Steiner, Spiritual Scientist, and founder of Waldorf Education and Anthroposophic Medicine cites that children can’t in fact subsume, in a healthy fashion, reading, writing or mathematical concepts until well after the milk teeth have fallen out. The idea being that if you wake a child too early to intellectual machinations, you damage the fine tuning of their etheric (creativity and absorption) and astral (artistry and inspiration) integration.
In this over-intellectualized and mechanistic epoch in which we live, one of the greatest crimes I see in healthcare is over-intellectualized adults who struggle with accessing all of their organs for knowledge. They’re just not properly integrated! This produces anxiety and neurosis on a large scale as their capacity for trusting their inner guidance system (gnosis) has been tarnished due largely to the tyranny of forced education.
Parents who live in fear that their child won’t be able to compete in this global culture unless they’re bullied into unfolding their egghead processes early on, actually destroy their child’s innate capacities to become lifelong learners, something which ought to be borne as a self-inspired, inside-out gesture. Real knowledge has never been a successful outside-in game and never will be. You’ve heard the maxim, “When the student is ready, the teacher appears.”
A natural curiosity is the stuff of health. It propels us from the Godhead of our ordination as human beings (not human doings) otherwise as children we’d never ask questions like, “Why is the sky blue?” If this innate desire is squashed, and replaced by government curricula and unproven homework that turns parents into hateful enforcers instead of advocates and protectors, we destroy a child’s delicate intuition.
When will we come to wholly trust, and have faith, that each of us will ask the questions – from an internal fount whose source is beyond our comprehension – that will propel the answers towards us? When will we come to the understanding that as we progress through our spiritual unfolding, our nuanced capacity to know will flow and ebb with each consciousness soul phase we blunder through so that we’re married to the functional purpose that evolution pours through each one of us?
When will we know that the gesture to bully and shove round pegs into intellectually limiting square holes is on its way out and that feminine wisdom is mounting a luminous trail so self-sustaining and rejuvenating that the silos of patriarchy are being revealed, and breaking down at an amazing rate? When will we know that the desire to “know thyself” is so flipping compelling to each one of us that its intrinsic nature is something to be preserved, not browbeaten or terrorized with ridiculous tests.
When will we preserve the essence of our innately curious being-ness as wonder-filled seekers?
Well, we’ve put 19,000 kms in total on our car since June travelling across Canada and down the west coast of the United States and into Mexico. We’re finally settled in the most remarkable city that we’ve ever been to in both Europe or North America. Think ancient Italian port town nestled on a rocky bowl with mind-blowing food and culture for less than a few pesos.
Guanajuato, Mexico is built in a steep teacup that is an ancient caldera of a volcano. It was the seat for the Spanish invasion, and subsequent revolution, due to the wealth of the gold and silver mines documented in the art of Diego Rivera (Frida Kahlo’s husband).
In the week that we’ve been here, we’ve already been to several concerts, with a world class symphony, with performers that hail from Russia, Europe as well as Mexico. Yesterday, I went to a piano recital that blew my socks off, afterwards there was a wine and tapas offering in the spectacular garden with local folks peppered with expats. It cost me $10 Canadian.
I’m learning to muddle through with my broken Spanish, although it is tough being so effusive and so short on vocabulary. I will start my tutoring online next week and hope to volunteer here with local youth who make organic soaps and olive oil so that I can learn more of the colour of this expressive romance language.
Our two room casita, with fibre-op, sits at the very top of the bowl with mountains jutting up on three sides. Any stroll to the the town takes us on a steep incline that makes me often think that I need a climber’s belt, ropes and several carabiners to make it back home.
Our morning hikes take us down cobbled streets through a dam, salted with patos blancos (white ducks), a gorgeous park past several schools and universities for art, political science and engineering. Of course, there are churches with huge iron bells and haciendas dotted in between with old colonial styling and balconies, man how I love a pretty balcony!
Jeff and I will scoot into Café Tal for a Sencha Tea (or the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had) and then we might have a couple of steamed tacos for breakfast from a street vendor. All totalling about $3.50 Cdn. A cab is 50 pesos (about $3.00 with tip) and the bus is 5 pesos (which is so little I can’t calculate it). Our groceries for the week come to about $30 – $40 Cdn at Mercado Hidalgo (built by Ernesto Brunel and Antonio Rivas Mercado with input by Alexandre Gustave Eiffel of Paris’ Eiffel Tower) where we get all our fruits, vegetables and meats.
It’s even cheaper if you walk the streets and locate the native indians, mostly women with babes in arms, who’ve brought their wares to sell down from the ranchos way above the lip of the caldera. One such young fellow, in front of his parent’s vegetable stall, stopped and asked me in broken English where I was from. I responded, “Canada,” gesturing way, way far from here, and he asked me if we speak English there and I said, “Yes, and French too!”
The weather is very cool here at night, dropping down to a nippy 5-8 degrees celsius which is in the mid 40’s on the fahrenheit scale. Like home, we have three blankets on our bed for warmth at night. And boy do we sleep! At 7,000 feet above sea level, we’re having to take the homeopathic remedies, Coca and Cundurango, for a touch of altitude sickness. You’re extra sleepy at night, the oxygen thinner so when hiking back up the 3,500 steps (about 15 flights of stairs … no, we don’t count them … we have an app for that!) from having tea, we need to stop a couple of times to catch our breath. Also, you can have headaches right where you’d have devil’s horns, if you were thusly inclined, on the top of your head and feel at times a little hungover with a stomach bug.
While it takes about six weeks, typically, to stabilize your blood oxygen levels, we’re already feeling amazing in our new locale. We travel like this to fulfill our astral desire function to know new people, culture, art, music and language. It builds the ontic (sense of autonomy/immunity) by holding our essence in check as we’re exposed to many different circumstances and seeming social incongruencies to our more conservative Canadian sensibilities. Also, living in Canada, frankly is just too familiar, and also very pricey now that we’ve just paid off all of the “investments” we made into our education.
We’ll see what the next five months here in Mexico yields. In our opinion, we’d much rather be on this side of any walls to be erected by boisterous (better if I don’t add the other adjectives I’m thinking of) politicians.
Jeff and I were exhausted. We’d traveled by car from Quebec City to Kimberley, BC in about three weeks, stopping to serve patients three or four days each week. We love our digital nomad life, but we’d overextended ourselves and needed a break. We had a four day weekend coming up, but everything in the way of campgrounds and cabins were booked to the teeth, and folks at the information kiosks were shrugging their shoulders at us … a lot!
Jeff got onto Airbnb and found us a remote, off-grid, solar powered, Thoreau-like cabin with a wood stove and candles. I teared up when he told me, as I imagined a rest like none other. We packed up the car early Friday morning with our suitcases, charged iPads to be able to both read and write, along with our four boxes of whole foods and drove the thirty minutes north to Skookumchuck, BC.
It’s my dream to eventually build on our two acre property in New Brunswick so this was not only going to be four days of rest, but also a living research opportunity and I was really excited. Our host Adam, and his wife Laurie, run Skookum Adventures and will take you river rafting and also show you where the free natural hot springs are nearby if you like, but I wanted to mostly explore their off-grid paradise and what went into its design.
We got a tour of the natural swimming pond, artesian well, full of mineralized water bubbling out of the ground, the heirloom fruit and vegetable garden, the outdoor shower, and the bus converted kitchen where a woman had formerly raised her three kids by travelling around the interior of BC. The ten minute walk to the creek yielded a waterfall and natural beach where I experienced brain freeze just from wading in up to my hips.
We chatted loudly on the way there and back as the Elk, Moose and Bear scat (both Black Bears and Grizzlies!) liberally peppered the trail. I was not used to seeing the bones of such big game littered at our feet and I picked up the rib bone of what may have been a large deer and pretended to pick my teeth with it. The balsam smell in that forest was so potent, I felt like I was being air-soaked in the essential oil. It was primal, overwhelming and Divine!
I grew up in the suburbs of Montreal and Ottawa in homes that were constructed by large corporations. The melamine kitchens of the 60’s and 70’s with off-gassing particle board and fiberglass pink insulation was the thing of the day. Efficiency was key to house all these baby boomers born in the forties now raising their families en masse in neighborhoods salted with primary, elementary and a high schools all within walking distance.
It was a pre-fab 2 X 4 world, the Tupperware generation where the milk man and his glass bottles of whole milk with the cream on top was politely discontinued in favor of Instant Carnation skimmed milk, Sheriff Instant Mash Potatoes, Jello and anything Kraft suggested to help out a busy stenographer, teacher or stay at home mom. Avon and coffee parties were popular with women hosting afternoon gatherings with strange fits of giggles when the sherry made it out of the liquor cabinet in the middle of the afternoon. The men were all ensconced in their post-industrial offices making more pre-fab stuff for us all to consume. It was all Andy of Mayberry and “Leave It to Beaver” until “Bewitched” came along.
In the 90’s I jumped right on the band-wagon, emulating my parents by buying a house in the suburbs and shopping at the local grocery store without a thought about what I was creating. I’d pushed the default button on my karmic pursuits, mimicking their pensioned employment, abandoning both my home and kids during the day to work in airless cubicles to put in my thirty years of service. Somehow it felt demoralizing, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what to do about it.
Until … my son started spiraling into the autism spectrum after the pre-fab MMR shots and my own health started to plummet fiercely as I tried to save him. The guilt I suffered from having caused him harm, just about took me out with a tumor in my left breast larger than a PGA circuit golf ball. What I didn’t realize is that my allopathic, one size fits all life, was coming to a conscious end. False authority does not individualize its dose OR its potency.
When I came to Heilkunst principles to solve my son’s and my own ills, it was the first time that I was treated as an individual. The system of medicine was qualified to me and our specific issues. I recall wondering if I deserved to be treated in such a way as the medicines were tailor made to our individual physical symptoms and mental sufferings. Also, it was totally natural, systematic, principled and couldn’t cause us an ounce of harm. At first, I thought it was all too good to be true as Jordan started making eye contact, using the toilet and speaking in sentences for the first time at four and a half years of age. He began to thrive and so did I.
Jordan came out of the spectrum and I began writing poetry, prose and stories for magazines. I was also asked to speak at homeopathic conferences with hundreds of people. I was beginning to embrace a life that spoke to deep inner goals and desires that I never even knew I had. My creativity burbled up from a fountain that was self-sustaining and rejuvenating. I began to paint and also take pictures with the heart of an artist. Instead of pouring my exhausted body into bed at night, I was staying up late full of enthusiasm editing pictures or writing into the night.
Fast forward to the present and I realize that my health and well-being can’t do an ounce of pre-fab. I want to grow my own heritage vegetables year-round that I plan to start in my own greenhouse dug down two feet below the frost line. I want to design my own home with mortise and tenon joints with breathable, natural walls. I want to learn to build it myself. I imagine the windows so deep that I can sit for hours surrounded by light with a desk that lives on my lap so I can lounge while also researching and writing. I want to bathe under the stars, with the fresh air on my skin, in a tub that is fired by natural wood. I want to heat my home naturally with solar, wind and wood.
Jeff and I slept twelve hours that first night in that reclaimed “Warden’s Cabin” with the dying embers of the wood stove blinking red through the crevice of the cast iron door. I cried myself to sleep out of gratitude. The next morning I awoke to the scent of someone cooking bacon in the common kitchen across the field. I grabbed my bathing suit to head for the natural pond for a late morning swim and to listen to the birds calling in the Tamarack Pines as the osprey dove and ducked on the up and downdrafts in our temporary rented valley.
I heard a loon call off in the distance on a neighboring lake which caused me to smile with my whole body. I had a busy day ahead, sitting in a comfy lawn chair in the sun, reading after some local lamb sausage and eggs for breakfast with a side of blueberries with clotted Devonshire cream. Rather than just sustain myself, I’m on a right rippin’ trajectory of nothing but rejuvenation from here on in. A custom tailored kind of natural life with those I love intimately in my midst to help stoke the fire of my creativity. Eventually, I’ll be homeward bound full of custom-made ideas!
Images below from our four day sojourn taken by me:
Sunflowers at the honor system ranch where you could pick out your own veggies and put the money owed in a big tool box.
Taken with my iPhone right next to our cabin
Bees have hairy wee bottoms in these parts … who knew?!
When I’m this well rested, I can capture the antenna on a moth without shaking my foot-long macro lens
Little white spider on a zucchini bloom
Sun worshipers like me!
Shades of On Walden’s Pond
Below: The gravity fed outdoor shower that if you went too early, would have you screeching before the water warmed up.
Paddleboard anyone … if you don’t mind the weeds, you can swim in the natural pond or rent the teepee for $20 per night Canadian.
Bus conversion to common kitchen with a bed in the back for weary travellers
Sandwiched between The Rockies shown here and The Purcell Mountains. Heaven!
Our Warden’s Cabin for four days with horse hair between the chinks. It was bought for $75 off Craigslist! Are you kidding me?!
At Arcanum Wholistic Clinic, there are certain questions we go through at the initial consultation with patients to discern whether or not they qualify for homeopathic medicine. Here is a brief outline of some of the things we typically discuss. You can test yourself to see if these are 10 Things that you do at home in order to better your health. If you still suffer symptoms, give us a call, we’re here to help.
Drink, drink, drink enough pure pH balanced water! If you can’t drink water from a well or mountain stream, then you will need to properly filter, and re-mineralize, the water you have. Pure water alone can cure symptoms such as asthma, allergies, arthritis, angina, migraine headaches, hypertension, raised cholesterol, chronic fatigue syndrome, multiple sclerosis, depression, and diabetes. If you are ever thirsty during the day, you are actually suffering the effects of dehydration and need to increase your water intake to approximately 2.5 to 3.5 litres of well-water (avoid chlorinated or fluoridated water as much as possible).
Nutrition is totally individualized based on certain typologies. A healthy individual will do well to stick close to their Blood Type Diet based on Dr. D’Adamo’s research, Eat Right For Your Type. While there has been controversy over his research, we can affirm his findings based on 30 years of live blood analysis. If you are perpetually fatigued, 10-20 pounds overweight and suffering some mild symptoms, we will recommend further approaches that will balance glandular imbalances, cravings, and addictions.
Dormition, or sleep, is also instrumental to our health and well-being. Babies need about 12 hours of sleep per night. Adults, in the summer, need 8-9 hours of uninterrupted sleep and in the winter 9-10 hours in a completely darkened environment. We know that the hormones Melatonin and Serotonin need complete darkness and a good deal of time to fully complete the cycle of restoring our bodies and minds for waking consciousness.
Recreation, which also includes exercise, is as critical as any other aspect of regimen. Our spiritual, emotional and physical health is dependent on our capacity to simply be at play! If you think about it, we’ve worked in the fields, ridden horses, or travelled long distances by foot for almost 6,000 years of human history. At no time have we been so sedentary and our physical bodies are not abiding easily to this new way of life. Diseases related to obesity like diabetes, heart, and hyper-tension are at an all-time high!
Another area we work in is a principled detoxification of your organism. Most of us suffer the effects, unknowingly, from heavy metals, including mercury. When we think of mercury, we tend to think of metal amalgams in teeth that have been used barbarically since the American War of 1812. For example, mercury is contained in everyday things such as: adhesives, air conditioning filters, antiseptics, batteries, body powders, burning newspaper, building materials, calomel lotions, commercial cereals, fabric softeners, insecticides, laxatives, lumber, paints, paper products, Preparation H, and some soft contact lens solutions. Mercury can cause adrenal dysfunction, allergies, hair loss, birth defects, Autism, Alzheimer’s, cerebral palsy, anorexia, brain damage, dizziness, drowsiness, eczema, abscesses in the gums, hearing loss, hyperactivity, immune dysfunction, hypothyroidism, kidney damage, migraines, anxiety, nerve-fibre degeneration, rashes, tremors and suicidal tendencies. In both Canada and the U.S. the allopathic flu-shot contains toxic levels of the preservative Thimerosal which contains mercury. Mercury is just one of 15 heavy metals that we will safely detoxify our patients from using homeopathic chelation therapy.
Geopathic stress affects us all. The word is derived from the Greek words geo (of the earth) and pathos (suffering). Most individuals have felt a sense of uneasiness when walking into someone’s home, place of work, store or even a tract of land. While a location can be altered with decorations or Feng Shui, other aspects are not always as easily alterable. Fault lines, electromagnetic fields, underwater veins, mines, man-made foundations, public utilities (sewage) and certain mineral deposits can contribute to unhealthy sleep patterns, as well as emotional and physical symptoms. If you notice irritability, stiffness, soreness, depression, restlessness and a lack of tolerance, you may need to test your home for Geopathic stress.
Using principled supplementation based on your individual needs can be a powerful aid. Did you know that you would need to eat 45 bowls of spinach to equal the nutrition of one bowl in 1945? Also, our soils are so deplete, you would need to eat 200 loaves of bread to equal one made at the turn of the last century. Again, keep in mind that you are a very finely mechanized, spiritualized being and that you want to base your self-prescriptions on principle also in this realm. After seeing results from 30 years of research in Live Blood Analysis, I know that herbs and even vitamins can create the illusion of health, or in some cases, even cause harm. It is best if you can derive as much of your nutrition from whole, live, and organic foods as you can.
Most folks are surprised when I say the true cause of all diseases start in the mind. Our hearts and minds carry a significant burden of unresolved emotions which, over time, produces armoring and rigidification in the body similar to rigamortis. Physical symptoms are really the last phase of the process of emotional and spiritual disturbances that have not been wholly discharged. When we use the homeopathic remedies to walk a person logically back through their timeline of emotional or physical shocks and traumas, they are amazed at how much content still prevails at their core needing to be expunged. The law of cure does not mess around, it will raise for your viewing pleasure, all that still has you puppeted on a set of unconscious strings!
Resonant relationships are critical to our emotional health and ecology. In our system of medicine, we define health as being orgastically potent in all aspects of one’s life. Whether that is through resonant union with your Beloved or through the work that reflects your soul’s yearning to know its self, it is critical to surround yourself with loving and nourishing friends and family. False precepts like dogmatic religion that keep a person tied to a toxic marriage bonds only breeds symptoms and disease which happiness and fulfillment do not. As a Physician, I have to conclude that if unhappiness breeds symptoms, that God doesn’t want you to live in abject misery.
Relax! Take time off and release yourself from the constant lure of work! Sidney J. Harris said, “The time to relax is when you don’t have the time for it.” He was right! Find a contemplative hobby like strolling by the ocean or in the woods, writing poetry, painting or photography so that you can access your muse and the more delicate meanderings of your heart and soul, or just nap or meditate on it!
Ok, that wraps up our 10 health tips. Which ones are you going to start to work on? Please let us know your thoughts by commenting below as we’d love to hear from you!
You’re keen and ready to get going. Perhaps you’ve just had your initial consultation with one of our Heilkunst Practitioners and you’re looking over your food list with a mix of enthusiasm and overwhelm. Or maybe you’ve been working with your glandular or metabolic type and you’re now ready to take that next step in your health by stepping up into your blood type diet.
Now that you are getting to know what foods are most optimum for you based on typology, you can rest assure that you’ve got 30 years of live blood analysis on your side along with Dr. D’Adamo’s research confirming that this is the way you’ll eat for the rest of your lifetime. No more whip sawing on fad diets for you! You’re now ready to look at your corresponding exercise program also for the same long lasting results for your health and well-being.
Naturopathic doctor, Joseph Christiano, author of Blood Types, Body Types, and You, and co-creator of The Blood Type Workout. “When you follow a generic program that is one-size-fits-all, you’re never going to tap into your genetic potential.” He adds that following your Blood Type Workout promises fast, long-lasting results enabling you to meet your long-term goals by harnessing the most resonant approach to exercise for you, ““The blood type is a powerful genetic fingerprint, and there is a chemical reaction to the food you eat, your workouts, and your blood.”
Let’s get right into what you’ve come to this page to learn about so that you can close the lid of your computer, or turn off your hand-held, and get right to the exercise program that is most suited to you and your blood type:
You’re the oldest blood type on the planet and your genetic heritage speaks to your caveman, or paleo, history. You do best avoiding the typical North American Diet of carbs, dairy, stimulants like coffee, and refined sugars. Your exercise regime speaks to your aggressive nature as a hunter and capacity to defend yourself from wily predators. Also, your cardio regime helps you to metabolize all the meat you eat and stay emotionally positive and enthusiastic. O types who languish around or who are too sedentary will feel depressed and spend too much time in their intellect worrying.
Best workouts: You’re just naturally strong and athletic. You occasionally marvel at those strong arms and legs that just seem to come with your inherent package as an O blood type. While you no longer have to hunt for your food you still seek the same type of exertion as you did when you formerly had to chase down your meals, gnawing the meat off the bones of your prey. Here’s a list of your ideal types of exercise:
Your DNA comes from ancient Asian farmers. Think of the more meditative action of planting rice in the terraced paddies in Japan. While you are inherently active, your movements will be slower, more deliberate as you plant those individual crops for your more vegetarian diet. Your plate will be overflowing with salads, stir fried vegetables, fruits, with some whole grains, fish and chicken on the side.
Best workouts: If your workouts are too intense, you’ll cause stress in your body by raising the cortisol levels which will cause stiffness and muscle fatigue. Think of a Tibetan Monk and perhaps you’ll find your inner meditator. Here’s a list of your ideal types of exercise:
Your ancestors bought some animals from the O Blood Types and took off nomadically to Europe. You were smart enough to know that if you slaughtered those animals for food, your supply of nourishment would run dry, so you developed a secondary molecule onto your originating blood type enabling you to effectively metabolize dairy. You also do best with foods shot with a bow and arrow or as I say with humour to my patients, “B’s do best eating the animals found in the movie Bambi!” You need the purine found in animals trying to make a quick escape like rabbit, venison, lamb and their accompanying organs like liver.
Bestworkouts: Think of yourself as a cross between an O and an A Blood Type; too much cardio and it produces stress in your body, but not enough and you’ll suffer laxness and depression as well. Here are your best exercises for your type:
You’re the most recent blood type on the planet. I’ve met few AB Blood Types in my practice over the last dozen years. Your DNA is a hybrid—you have elements of both a Type A and B. You need a cross between a dairy based, higher purine diet like a European and also the fruits, veggies and whole grains of the Asian rice paddy growing farmer. Red meat is not for you.
Best workouts: Again, you’re a hybrid so high-power cardio is not ideal for you and you’ll need more than that meditating Tibetan Monk. Also, you have to be mindful that you’ll harbour anger with too little movement. You love the feeling of being limber and strong in your joints and muscles. Here’s a list of your ideal work out regime:
*These exercises are guidelines and not written in stone. Try to mix it up and see if a 5 day a week routine speaks to you using workouts that feel most resonant to you and your blood type. Try to embody the principles of each typology when choosing the right exercise program for you and you’ll live wholly out of health and grace for a lifetime.