I have so many ideas now that I cannot sequentialize them enough to make them come out in nice neat rows of letters and words. However, I am going to try, but from the "top".
Back in November, Kathrin of Fox Mountain Flower Essences fame wrote me about a lecture given by Stephen Buhner in which he said that gorillas in the wild approach a plant and touch a leaf to their tongues. This sends information to the plant to organize its chemicals in the way that is needed by the forager. Sorry, it's a loose quote from memory. I can't find an email about this so perhaps she said it on the phone.
In a recent email from a subscriber, similar information was attributed to Anastasia as reported by Vladimir Megre. The author of the email said that we should hold the seeds in our mouths for 20 minutes before planting them. Then, we should water them with our saliva for the first three days after planting. Anastasia apparently said that plants can produce unique medicine to heal us if they spend enough time with our DNA to "customize" their gifts. This is a lovely and inspiring thought and sharing it is absolutely irresistible.
There have been lots of wonderful thoughts, varying from the intensely practical to the towering. At the time when I was first becoming a vegetarian, I waffled a bit, but one book made a decisive difference. Volunteers were needed to function comfortably in certain subtle realms but they had to be vegetarians for a minimum of 20 years before this work could begin. I am a sucker for missions of this type so I gave up my occasional deviations from the straight and narrow, but that was nearly 40 years ago.
At the very beginning of this reorganization of my realities, I was very interested in Kirlian photography and had an impressive collection of photos which I loaned to someone who didn't return them. In these, what was most memorable was how the aura dissipated after a leaf was separated from the plant. The longer the leaf and the plant were apart, the weaker the aura became. Through my studies of Ayurveda, I realized that part of the nutrients in food is found in the prana. Those of you who read Autobiography of the Yogi may remember a story of a woman who was confronted by family members for her gluttony and she stopped eating. She thrived on what we would perforce have to call a breatharian "diet". Dr. Vasant Lad used to say that the prana was the conductor of the nutrients and that if food were frozen, most of the prana would be lost.
One of the hidden costs of the industrial revolution was that human value started to be measured in terms of productivity rather than creativity or originality. If industry had its way, we would all fill slots and when our work was over, we would be dutiful consumers of lookalike products. My initiation into environmentalism came through an absolutely amazing patient who transformed my life forever. She had a unique way of expressing herself that etched its way into my soul. She said, "I don't want anything Xeroxed." When asked what she meant by this, she said, "I don't want one of a million copies, I want something made by hand." She took her commitment to the highest level I had ever seen and I don't think the world was ready for her. She was several decades ahead of the times but through her impact on me, my eyes opened to the horrific consequences of industrialization of our way of life, including industrialization of our food and medicine.
. . . a little story
In 1968, I drove a Land Rover from England to India. Okay, I have always been adventurous, but when folks at the Land Rover factory advised me against the trip , I asked "Why, isn't your car up to the task?" They said, "Well, you're a woman." I burst out laughing, "If there were no roads, that could be a problem . . ."
Anyway, unlike many who go on expeditions, I didn't bring anything. People thought I was reckless. I responded saying, "There are people living in these places, right? They eat, right? I want to try their cuisine." It became more and more interesting. Oh, the food was great in Greece and the yoghurt in Turkey was fabulous but even better in Iran. However, in Afghanistan, a tiny bit of food was so energizing that it could keep me going for a whole day, even longer. I was fascinated by this and began to think this is the Hunza secret to longevity: the food is incredibly vital and I was not even in the Hunzas itself, just the north of Afghanistan. I suppose you could say that the people were eating a sort of pilaf with some plump fruit in rice or grains, but I loved the feeling of the food when it touched my tongue and went down into my stomach.
No nutritional study coming out of a university or even Mercola's web site is going to touch on the uniqueness of the experience of eating food grown without pesticides and cooked over open fires in mud huts. You simply have to do it yourself to taste the difference and once you do, all the commercial food is going to taste empty. I am sure this is why people overeat. The food doesn't satisfy their deepest longing to feel good so they eat more . . . and more . . . and more, in the vain hope that eventually their needs will be met.
So, for me personally, this project is not even so much about going back to Nature as approaching Her with a new respect and awe for Her Wisdom and generosity. Once we do this, we will heal ourselves and the Planet.
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"There are people living in these places, right? They eat, right? I want to try their cuisine." It became more and more interesting. Oh, the food was great in Greece and the yoghurt in Turkey was fabulous but even better in Iran. However, in Afghanistan, a tiny bit of food was so energizing that it could keep me going for a whole day, even longer. I was fascinated by this and began to think this is the Hunza secret to longevity: the food is incredibly vital and I was not even in the Hunzas itself, just the north of Afghanistan. I suppose you could say that the people were eating a sort of pilaf with some plump fruit in rice or grains, but I loved the feeling of the food when it touched my tongue and went down into my stomach. 
