byby Karen Kellock Ph.D.
Update 2012: I usually fast 18 hours a day: Fauna for breakfast [eggs, steak or fish, all certified organic and cruelty-free] and then a fruit lunch. Then it's off to the races of mental rapture all day long. I take walks in the desert with dogs, singing my song. I've never felt so good, so to the vegan dogma-capture I say so-long! I'll never look back, except to show you the facts that: they are WRONG. For looks are important to me and I've regained my facial structure--looking so different from the ordinary vegan-brainwashed & fat-phobic throng.
Gabbing and gorging go together. Gabbers talk to much, habitually and idly. This describes the human race who lives to eat, sleep and “socialize.” The three go together. Not the faster--he loves silence so he can communicate with God, the One who matters. He prefers fasting to stay high in the head with continuous revelation and he needs only recharging catnaps, not continuous sleep. The eater eats to bring energy down out of the head to avoid facing himself. It’s a temporary way of dealing with low self-esteem: to deaden the brain by lowering it to the stomach. Eating is the “best” distraction which works instantly. To eradicate this tendency we’ll look at the stuff of everyday man vs. the Fruits of the Fasting Stars.
Everyday man doesn’t just talk--he gabbles: this is talking fast and foolishly, jabbering like a “gabby”--a simpleton. He likes to gab-gatte---be on the go to little purpose but to serve his fruitless desires. He’s a gadabout---a person who flits about in social activity with other gaderenes--demon-possessed swine that rush into the sea. They’re all gadflies---flies that bite and annoy, stirring up other people just to soothe their restless spirits. When everyday man is finally alone he quickly focuses on TV, for just music isn’t enough. He must intensely focus his whole being, eyes and ears on another reality other than his own.
What does a person do if left alone on an island? At first he may panic but then with time begins to unravel the outer layers and come to himself (alone in nature, man clears). In retreating inward he comes to feel part of nature--the true inner meets the outer as the phony fades away. At that juncture he begins to feel intense happiness for the first time in his life.
When eating the wrong food one becomes an entirely different person--in looks, speech, thoughts and character. The lower state attracts gaff: a hoax, fraud, gimmicks, tricks, rough treatment, abuse and social blunders. To avoid faux pas he is gagged: his mouth is stopped up with something inserted (the foot or food). But the bad food creates autonomisms (out-of-control slips of the tongue). Gag is also the censure of other people with whom one eats, for the “social eating society” prevents free speech. This is the gag rule restricting freedom of expression as one must not talk too deep--dinner conversation must be light and non-threatening! Eating soothes the feelings of rejection from this censure. You can’t talk but you can eat--it’s a trade-off.
Gaga means crazy, foolish and infatuated--another side of the eating fool. Like all addicts he falls in love suddenly but it doesn’t last long. The couple eats together as they fall in love--eating becomes the system--but it dies as love is dulled with blood-irritants (but if she’s a good cook it lasts longer). Gageg is a token of defiance and a pledge of combat as pugnacity prevails from insulin-elevating foods and other irritants leading to insane moodiness. Gaiety refers to their merrymaking gay spirits as the epicureans chat and eat (for tomorrow they die).
Then there are the fat-fasters living on highest quality (HQ) food along with air and sun. They show gain: to win in competition and conflict by natural development or process. They achieve: traverse, cover, attract attention, profit and increase while improving in health. This is becoming a “heavy”--to run fast and get gain! These are the fat-fasters eating the correct food for man and then living with God while high in the head. They are gainful : “I will increase as you decrease.” Yes austerity has great rewards. Gainly is the graceful, shapely and perfect shape constellated from fat-and-fruit-fed iron red blood.
Now if one slips back to culture-food he encounters gainsay: to be spoken against and contradicted. This is the constant plight from wrong eating--all one says or does meets great resistance. When he returns to the right way he is gaited--having a fancy gait and a new spring in his step. He is now galactic---of the galaxy, a Galahad--like a knight finding the fountain of youth. One resembles a galatea: an ivory statue of a beautiful maiden. One’s beauty will now be created by God after being on this potter’s wheel of fasting and the correct food. Let it happen--no pain no gain. You’re now created by nature, a galax--an evergreen herb with decorative leaves. Clean, you’ll now catapult up to the galax: an assemblage of brilliant and notable persons through time. No more gale-emotional outbursts from protein/fat deprivation and the incorrect food. You’re under complete self-control due to and reflected in your austere eating habits. And no more galimatias: confused and meaningless talk like gibberish or gall: bitterness of spirit, irritation or harassment.
The mistake of thinking that energy comes from food is so engrained that fatigue often leads fruitlessly to fake food which leads to more fatigue and craving. We get hungry because we eat things that elevate insulin--one little bit and the craving starts. The idea of fasting is so simple: reduce the burden on the body and it snaps back into perfect shape. Fast and energy is saved to perfect the body instead, working much like a computer: when you turn it off it returns to “factory settings.” Maturity is learning four important things: what to eat, when to eat, when not to eat and when to fast.
Much of the reason to fast is social. At the basis of wrath is bowel-toxicity projected onto others who have bowel toxicity. When clear of carb-laden foods and fat we become a rare sparkling person. You must have the shine to be fine—to have luster divine. That sparkle of divinity comes from fat—the spirit-conducting oil—and the fast. The would-be saint is always victimized for being “different”, on the fringe, the outcast. But fast and all that changes. You’ll feel so good with each break-fast meal as the fat just continues the glucagons-elevated fast.
What a joy to live intensely in the times of day and the seasons in line with nature. First you rise in joy. Then eat, enjoy and digest as God’s fat and oil exhilarates the tissues. Now the fun begins. Yoga—stretch, elongate, realign to supreme relief and the big “shift” (from worldly resentments and pastimes to the spirit of God--the “anointing”). Sun--it feels so good on fat-nourished skin as it is absorbed so deep into the cells of the fasting body. Then fresh air metabolizes as it energizes. Fasting and prayer creates a blissful afternoon in communication with God, breathing fresh air from the country. Now you have deep sleep: as glucagons opens everything up it is better than ever—blissful, deep, happy, comfy with no cravings. A traumatized person from the wrong metabolism becomes “ugly”, but eat the fat of the land and fast—then all the lines sooth to moist smoothness again. Just live each day in this Godly manner and you’ll be most interested in the spiritual world, free of all stress no matter what is happening in the physical. Unplug from the lusty crowd who can’t get enough food and attain the spiritual skies instead!
By not eating you’re doing so much. Deprived of the energy burden of digestion, the body snaps back into perfect shape. You’ve now won the right of nature’s protection--no harm comes to the fat-fastarian who also eats fruit. This is the perfection of well-oiled “regina beauty”. It’s a serious decision which one can’t lie about--there are no fat-fasters with wrinkles! The lacto-fruitarian fat-faster is protected by mother nature herself through the cow or goat. This natural relationship is your new mother—magna mater—and it’s a perfect old-fashioned dyad. Take good care of that (symbolic) animal and she will take care of you in the most soothing and calming way through the provision of fat.
You must resemble a shiny pot. Once there, don’t slip back into starchy concoctions or you’ll fail worse than ever. Once having been “oiled”, putting carb-sand on the new baby tissue brings the greatest fat-storage ever. Once you fast and get into the higher eliminative forces of air, sun, prayer, yoga and are fueled by the wonderful aspects of fat and protein described throughout this book as well as getting much needed rest (which often means isolation) you won’t believe you waited so long to give up all that food and the “eating life”. Fast and tell no one--for people will bring you down. How did the devil tempt Jesus? By luring him into eating bread. Without fasting there is only degeneration and dishonor. Fast to let there be light. Fast for the fruits of a True Star!
The muscular (mesomorph) man puts his faith in the muscular system (striking power and defense). The fat man (endomorph) puts his faith in food and the digestive system as the only means of survival. The thin man (ectomorph) puts his faith in the sensory system. He knows that food only degrades his perceptions, the “high” spirituality he feels when free of food. All my life I felt very strange in this land of big people who thought so very differently from myself. There are two separate nervous systems and two brains. When free of digestion the brain automatically shifts to the right, to the cornucopia where miracles fit together in the here-and-now. Here the past collapses as the future arrives. I love this state--it’s exactly why fasting precedes the conversion process.
The Italian school of Clinical Anthropology calls the ectomorph an hyper-evolute--hyper meaning above and over, further along in evolution. It is much more evolved to live off what you sense and perceive rather than gross food or fighting. The skinny ectomorph is so evolved he looks futuristic as his elevation in consciousness is furthered by his body. I call this concept (of the integration of mind and body) “body mysticism”. He has found God in his body by luminizing his tissues. This gives him total self-control without thinking about it--he prefers the higher spiritual life and has learned that eating drugs it out of sight. Any new obstruction triggers the left-brain--a pale, gray roadmap of reality. He simply wants to be up, not down wearing a frown.
Properly nourished on fat then fasting is a proprioceptive sensory journey from which the ectomorph never wants to return. Despite collision with culture (or the big, dominant and mean) the rewards are a regular routine in the reality of the thin with sheen! I was a sickly sallow anorexic and then a scrawny sad fruitarian. Now I’m a sturdy sanguine fat-faster, happily skinny. No more sapped, this way is safe!
Fat-fasting combines the glories of fasting with high-tech science about what to eat. The fruit and fat needs are the most important. The fatarian or fat-frugivore lives his life creatively as a spiritual scientist, conforming to no one--he is related to the universal energy source and connects upward in continuous revelation from God. This is facilitated by a ketone-loving brain and bloodstream. He relates vertically to God through the conductivity of divine talents but not so much horizontally to man: he just brings things through for materialization on earth. He does not act against in competition nor does he act with in conformity but remains fixed in the Inner Journey. If he ever does return to dense stimulation and lower pleasures he suffers greatly (more than the others) and returns to the right path quickly. Being thin his energy is higher and he clears faster.
As he matures he learns about his body differences and never looks back. Due to the higher paleo diet his face takes on the carved chiseled strength of a wise old man who looks ten (like Ghandi). His skin is lustrous and he is agelessly free of superfluity in his delicate, wiry, hyper-sensitive and high-powered engine so perfectly adapted to his new champion life of spiritual light, wisdom and power. The other two types (the muscular mesomorph and fat endomorph) are anachronistic mal-adaptations to the early era of materialism: controlling and socializing. The era of materialism is also of addiction: gabbing, gorging, accumulating, storing, hording, fighting, debating, conquering, invading, self-aggrandizing, recovering and dying slowly from the sad effects.
Become now a gentle ectomorphic saint and everything will reverse for you like dominoes. Fasting and a happy congenial body overcomes all network prejudices and herd obstacles as they’ll all say “she was a saint all along.” To be a success just plant all the seeds, be silent and fast as all obstacles are overcome. Those who profess nobility must fight for that image--so can you fast? If you can the unseen presence and the angels are now revealed and firm in mind. Don’t worry over decades of unremunerated work--you will now end that preparatory journey by fasting in pure “rich” delight: Via the fat-fast the sun, moon, stars and due recognition (and remuneration) will soon be yours.
Whenever you feel these things fast or age into uselessness: lack of energy, tiredness, irritability, restlessness, intolerance, quarrelsomeness, fatigue, lack of endurance, body odor, constipation, despair, bad skin, self-doubt, any illness or failure. Are you nostalgically brooding over things that are gone and can never return? Are you steeped in the past—does it occupy your mind like an obsession? That’s a lost life and you need to transcend the physical world through fasting. Your fears of aging or loosing people will dissolve. You need a higher world to live where all these problems and past-times go “strangely dim.” A higher world exists and awaits your membership—enter it today to escape the usual human horrors. Fill your cave with storable items—nuts, figs, hard green apples or cans of pineapple, olives, raisins—and then fast without fears of lack or spoilage. I don’t want a bunch of fresh fruit around that I must “eat lest it spoil”. I go for dried and canned—in this home fresh fruit’s been banned and despite what “rawists” say on the pinnacle of health I stand! Both the fast and the feast-potential (the sense of abundance that won’t wither or waste) will start you on your new fat-fastarian life of miraculous surprises and happy coincidences planned by God for His saints.
HOMELY, LONELY AND BORED?
Try a Fig Fast
The more deformed, homely and ugly the more elastic you are and the more beautiful you’ll be soon. Take this on faith first, then make a before-and-after photo to prove it. Fasting will be your friend from that point on, so move on. You’re removing a ton, and it means mon. Get out in the son, and walk briskly—move those parts for champion power off the charts. Follow these books on the paleo-fasting arts. When feeling down or depressed I take a three day fig-fast, in three fig lunches. It’s a sure-cure for the uglies and the munches, and maximally creative—you’re sure to get hunches. Fast on lemonade all morning, and then have 5-10 figs for lunch, then fast to the next lunch. I love the fig-fast, for even dried figs are the fastest fruit cleanser, five times faster than a grape. Or use raisins (the grapecure) which are twice the quick-clean as a grape. Use these short fruit-fastarian vacations. When considering a complete fast you’ll be relieved to remember our slogan “fig fast ok”. This 24-hour fast followed by the fig eliminates all gut-residue seeping from the cells in that span of time. Since the gut reflects on the face in a fast, in a new role and face you’ve been cast. After three days of such reversal dieting, add cheese to again be frugi-fat-fastarian.
To help sick humanity you must look like eternity. Wrong eating brings self-doubt and then God’s help and promises are null--for there is no faith. The problem is always lost faith from befuddled mind and blood. God wants to save your associates by producing a masterpiece in you. That’s why fasting is mentioned as often as prayer in the bible: Daily fasting and prayer defines the prosperous saint. Nothing will give you peace but the right diet for man combined with God’s quick device of fasting for the few, His champions--that means you. And peace will mean prosperity. Are you in the problem or the only solution—to stop/postpone everything until you fast?
AGELESSNESS: SAINTS CHOOSE BEAUTY
Beauty is your Duty
Be ageless. You must, for the saints choose God’s beauty—that’s always the final reason to repent of “uglifying” sins. The reason you ate wrong was due to cultural hypnosis--glorifying carbs and damning fat. Age is only one thing: morbid accumulation. Who could have known that you clean your veins through fat, unless schooled in metabolic (hormonal) sciences while being strong enough to discount cultural phobic mythology surrounding dietary fat? When combined with the fast the result is streamline and divine luster. Follow this plan and age signs will disappear and you’ll die looking like a young child. Wrong foods will chemically reverse you to the other system as they are age-dependent: the older you are the more you’ll look your age after eating them. if you aren’t eating these false foods age will have little bearing on how you look and feel. All around we see premature aging because all around they’re eating wrong.
With high-carb food everything ages: skeletal structure, skin system, facial structure, proportions, grace, alertness, posture, attitude (from “yes it can be done” to “no it can’t—I’m over the hill”), hair, eyes, teeth, nails, and the way the feet and hands look (the ends show all). Since the same bloodstream furnishes every cell, iron red blood makes its mark as every pore takes on the same translucency. Once you see this and change your ways you’ll take on the symbol of youth, innocence, the future and superior mind powers. You will no longer be held back by your own mood swings or compulsion to spend your life eating. Age will be irrelevant as in your elder years you’ll still be the skinny shiny child. As a fat-fastarian you’ll be a reflection of God made in his image, for “fat” is another word for “holy spirit” or the “annointing.” Oils and fats--they conduct spirit and here they are the very things we’ve been told to stay away from. Now that you know what bad food does, just forgive yourself for eating it and start a brand new life.
Fat and fasting go together, simply because of the extreme appetite suppression a little fat creates. I would say fat defines this fast. The champion is a higher scientific spiritual artist who wishes to maximize the benefits of eating right. No matter what one’s field he is sure of a high-yield. Mini-fasting will take you to your highest calling and every day will be a new adventure. If you’re a writer, painter, musician or scientist it will catapult your talents up to the world. With each day digestion, assimilation and elimination moves while your fine talent improves. You’ll find things are swinging in brand new grooves.
You’ll go insane without fat on the brain. For in any field the social pressures remain. The fat-fast allows you to “get along” in the main. Miracles abound: as the fat smoothes your bearing you’re fun to be around. Fat-happy and well-oiled neither the past nor petty people can clip, cut or choke the creative coming into completion. The only way to overcome the brick wall and strut your stuff fast forward to the future is to collapse the past--which is just empty repetition of sin cycles and sick systems--and create a brand new reality without going anywhere. World travel can be tedious or terrible but creative mind travel is free and comfy in your own niche through the fast. What seems like nothing is actually everything, yet a free gift from God.
Fatarian-fastarians are pencil-sharp and chisel-wedged because the face is an exact reflection, a diagnostic picture of the whole: When filled with carbs all interstices bloat up to resemble a white polar bear. When clean the puffy water-logged obstruction from insulin dissolves and one’s features come “out” again. There is a vast difference between glucagons and insulin so the starchy vegan diet will not carve out or sculpt the interstices between bones and tendons to give the sharp look--the real features of the True Self. It is now fashionable to say “I am fruitarian” but when bulbous in feature because of the water-retention of insulin someone may ask “so what?” A bloated body is a sign of poisoning which constant insulin spike surely is. Look around--bloat is accepted as the way the human should look! Go to streamline: by denying hunger pains you are carving out another “chunk” from the gopher-like food face. So let the tummy burn and take great delight in it. Get thin, for the skinny horse wins the race and the face.
With a little understanding fatarianism is in the back of everyone’s mind--it is primordial, the carved look of shiny but soft jade. This recognition of “divine luster” will save lives. It is so primal: something they have never seen in this generation but will surely recognize. If you look too wide, irregular, lopsided or any other contrast from the “heighth-width index” of the fat-fasting hunter (the encephalized elongated head of a monarch) you’re no evidence of the land of “milk and honey” but will be soon as you attract the money. One cannot lie about the highest! The correct curvature of the skull--the cranial index--should resemble an African child (with the energy on top-back of the head). When eating badly this will instantly be changed to the ordinary “adult” look of the white west created by carbs and the constant packing-away and wearing of everything we eat. But fat-fasting makes the switch, and fast.
Hunger is not dulled by eating for food only triggers more hunger. Before I learned this I was in a self-made jungle of fruit trees I couldn’t escape. I finally saw I had to endure a little stomach pain, allow the encumbrance to dislodge and clean out and simply wait for hungry-free fasting bliss to return which it always did. The non-fasting fruitarian eats because he thinks he’s hungry and he’s hungry because he eats. When “fasting on high” even one grape can invite food demons in while just eating a little fat or continuing to fast would make them disappear, so persevere. Craving is just cleansing--endure the fires of frustration so that your conversion is true. Every yogi finds he must finally fast to complete his journey—it’s a must opposing lust. Clean out the old life through this timeless rite of passage or continue to rust.
Become a daily faster and you won’t have to worry about anything anymore--it will all come in mass attractions to your unique self. You won’t have to worry about the day, your agenda, who to call, how things will work out, how you look or whether you will succeed. Experienced fasters know that just by fasting everything works out on its own. It’s an anointing that comes on a person--the spirit of fasting--that takes care of everything effortlessly with “holy spirit ease.” You can be struggling for months with a problem only to see it resolved instantly while fasting. It may be invisible now but it’s all happening underground in a “fertile anarchy” as all atoms re-assemble into a new matrix--the new you. Remember the slogan: “Indians don’t work--they fast.”
Become a faster and magic coincidences will follow you everywhere. As Jung said to his students “a scientist should never drink” as he would miss this fascinating synchronicity occurring only in the right-brain--which instantly turns off with compulsion, drink or insulin-elevation (constriction, bloat, hunger, hypertension, moods). Just eat fat and you’ll look divine as you experience the world as God does: blissfully, for you’re an oil “slick.” Eat the white man’s concoctions and you’ll look illogical since man’s inventions make no sense to God’s enzymes. Looking and feeling crazy you’ll compensate due to lack of confidence through slips of the tongue and a dense muddy aura.
All bad habits cause anosignasia--loss of the right-brain’s pattern recognition. Having lost the ability to recognize patterns in our lives we do stupid things in extreme tunnel-vision. In this state we are killing ourselves but can’t see it. To get straight with food we must face the demons and stay conscious or they’ll again drop unconscious while mindless eating ensues again. Your refusal to give into carb-cravings burns the split out. We go from timid conformity and covering tracks to one-pointed mind power. Whether rich or poor, male or female, young or old we now have the power of Queen Mother in the body politic. For this is a psychological diet par excellence—milk and honey reconstellates you back into your original condition or form. You now feel and think the way you were designed as a unique being with no more mistakes or bad acts--you are free to lead the way you’re supposed to.
People are debased through lawless and boundless body cravings. We must transform these instincts--make gold. The greatest people perform this alchemy to unify the conscious with the unconscious through the fastest way--fasting. Using the method of fat-fasting this daily mini-fasting life is simple. Why? Because the longer you adhere to this biochemically correct lifestyle the less appealing dietary indiscretion becomes. When you’re in the correct balance--not the culturally false idea of balance--you feel so good: mentally sharp, physically strong and emotionally stable. But when you vary from this biochemical balance you feel so lousy that you ask yourself “why did I eat that?”
Man has two sides: persona (image) and shadow (dark instincts). Polite society may hide it but this split remains--though it falls unconscious, burns a hole and recycles life into a mundane blur. To get to the miracles we must unify consciousness through facing and refusing the fires of desire. The frustration of desire then wipes out the compulsion and the bad memories feeding it. Denying this split rather than facing and resolving it keeps us split into two people: one “intending” to do right, the other obstinately doing wrong. Then the desire becomes a blind compulsion as he becomes its servant.
At lower vibrations there is no synchronicity, only split. When unified, energy is released and perception is opened. This released archetypal energy is the deepest and most profound and thus the most important to man. Refuse sin and watch major changes occur in miracle after miracle. The blood--what is in our blood--determines our miracle-level. When in a system where the only way to fit is to slip or split (as stereotypes are projected and one is pegged), fasting overcomes all. The alchemic fast will bring on the highest synchrony and an inversion of all systems: the top will become the bottom and the bottom the top.
Hold fast with frustrations and soon you’ll shoot to eternity. After refusing to give in to the fires of desire opposites unite, the split is gone and the experience is POP (instantaneous conversion) and LOCK (locked into a new dimension--there is no going back). When we fast on habit, frustration creates fire and then the psychic opening called aperture syndrome. This is an energetic theory: when energy is released it frees the mind of clutter--superfluity and excess and our true instincts (our genius) break from all culturally-imposed false instincts. In freeing the gold from the dross, the spirit imprisoned in matter, the result is refinement. We go from gross, unrefined and raw (the primitive addicted lower self) to refined, pure, dignified (the evolved True Self). Until then one is helplessly hooked to the distorted implants of other people—mostly about food—so endure for the sake of your brand new life: this will all be worth it and the sun will shine in the morning.
It’s all just energy. The energy is invested in instincts. Caught in this stronghold we become lopsided, split and compulsive as this “shadow” drops unconscious. When we face the shadow (admitting we were sinners) and refuse to give in, we pop--and unite. The “pop” is the psychic opening that frees the spirit imprisoned in matter as we become true body mystics. If a big ego over-reaches itself it falls into hell for as weak kings conform to herds they degrade with them. But strong Kings with great longevity and lasting value transform their instincts--thus passing the test that brings their weaknesses and impurities to the surface. Are we really made of what we think (and boast) of?
Anyone can eat but are you strong enough to not eat? Humility precedes success so have the humility to say “I was powerlessly gripped by my shadow--my untransmuted instincts--which I must now transform through self-denial.” Sin sets in: someone can be a vibrant fastarian but then after nibbling on culture-food all the cravings and justifications come back. Suddenly he’s surrounded by “good guys” who want the same and he’s back in hell in drastic contrast to where he was. But because the frontal context never wants to blame the food the blame is shifted to outer events and other people.
It isn’t easy to get back at this point--the now-bruised ego can’t swallow pride that easily. One has relapsed into the same old cravings and the networks supporting them. In most cases one never gets back unless vain enough to desire God’s beauty more than anything else--and this isn’t vanity but the perennial desire of all the saints through time. When this poor relapsed soul is told about fat-fasting he is shocked: “that will never work and it will kill me.” And so he is “just eating breakfast with friends.” All is forgotten about the promises of the new life--he is now ordinary though popular. He can’t wake up to free the spirit imprisoned in matter since the “matter” is delicious food acclaimed as healthy by culture, family, history, his cronies and the medical profession.
Freud said “we must not abandon discoveries simply to make them palatable” or culturally-acceptable. Where are the strong men and women who can keep to discovery despite the catastrophic collision with culture and the drastic daily discipline it takes to sustain it, or despite the rejection from family and friends when following it? Only a person who would rather have the character and looks of God: the ageless allure, the safety and protection, the quick wit and edification of mind and talents--rather than social approval and dulled-down deceitful and mundane “family love” of gorging and gathering as they gab. In short, the champions.
Free the spirit from matter. Making gold is not mere fasting but not doing a dead habit any more. Go beyond worrying and all that working for addictive foods to thinking about life and the quality of that life. See how little you can live on--the mini-fast with fat makes it simple as “pie.” Fast and join the ranks of the timeless miraculous shining saints. Sacrifice and take the reward. The less you use the more God presents with presents. “I will increase as you decrease.”
If you continue to play food-games with yourself, before long you’re stuck in the swill with no exit. You never know when the bomb shall fall: when that terrible craving will hit like a demon sent from hell, an outside force over which you have no control. That is the effect of the wrong diet and of insulin. In its grasp untransmuted dead habits become possessive and the autonomisms begin: uncontrollable utterances and acts that can shame you for life. What do you care at this point? The insulin-run mood swings and irritability makes these things seem right at the time. You’ve lost the smooth fat consciousness, the even and poised bearing. A dead habit is psychosis--a complete loss of reality called addictive perception. Fat won’t addict and you’ll be eating less of it each day. But sugar and starch is fixed--ending in depression, fatigue, despair and eating more with time. Fast, or it’s just another lost day compared to where you could be. Waste no more time in food-crime for on your consciousness it forms a slime.
You had a feast and now you’re full. So what--just start now by looking forward and enjoying the fast. Just the mere decision to fast releases PHF--positive healing forces--that change perception and the body. No matter what you did, go from here and fast to forget the past. All food tragedies can be the final lesson which will now stick. The greatest lesson I learned was the value of simplicity in foods to reduce craving and increase “found time” for other things. A complex food life of great variety is never satisfied and causes constant craving. We must see the energy waste of buying, procuring, fixing, eating, convalescing after and eliminating food. It just naturally attracts people on the same level who are also stuck in cement--carbs and the craving clan.
To eliminate the biggest addiction is the hurdle of one’s life. It’ll make you a king who can optimally enjoy life’s lucid experiences when free of the eating game. Keep this slogan: “eating never makes me happy but fasting always does.” “Eating never solves problems but makes them worse, fasting always finds solutions and clarifies all.” It will put you on top for once and if you continue to live this way you’ll stay on top.
It’s the biological instincts which become compulsive and must therefore be transformed, otherwise consciousness narrows and compulsivity throw one out of grace--while all his energy is recycled in outworn channels (patterns of addiction). This means trouble. The last tragedy brings so much stress that one finally “renunciates” and transforms his instincts into higher creative and expanded vision. This is the happiest day of his life having released the chains of misery and habit. Until this transformation the high-life is blocked and life dulls into routine. The compulsive eater beseeches and blames God: “When will my breakthrough come?” or “why have you forsaken me?” Only when he repents does his life finally change as he steps into a miraculous inner journey. The narrower the vision by compulsive actions the more autonomisms (disruptive uprushes from the unconscious) ruin his life. The devil made him do it? No, the complex processes and consequences of addiction made him do it. The robot circuitry is mixed up--the higher self being dead, the demon runs wild. He must transmute his lower instincts or the result is disaster. The red Indian is not lopsided: perfect on one side, bloated on the other showing disunity, duality, dichotomy. This is the look of the West and indicates flagged fascination with life: From one-pointed mental power the rod is cut in half and both sides dull to dim. Instead the beautiful shiny red Indian fasts and is unified with self God and nature--through a clean (glucagons-elevated, vessel-dilated cholesterol-burning) bloodstream.
Clean the body through fat and fasting and you become a redskin with iron-built blood. Eat culturally, you become the white man. Indian’s don’t work they eat right then fast as everything comes to them. Fasting attracts prosperity--miraculously creative lucrative ideas and witty inventions. The “redskin” has cosmic understanding (the brain is being properly fueled with ketones), mystical knowledge, youth, beauty, creativity and an unfolding future. The “white” man in contrast shows only mental decay, material contamination (fat-storage), spiritual degeneration (too blocked up), age (dry skin and wrinkles), ugliness (it’s the food not the genes) and all doors closed to further opportunity (no attraction).
Fast, the lymph cleans out and now you’re red from iron and cleansed veins. Brush your skin and the white (glygogen) flakes off and you’re no longer a flake. You still may have scaly hands but the cleansing process will in the end reach the ends. With the ends clean it’s your end--completion gained and now success. You’re now a lean, racy, long-legged and ornamental shiny greyhound: a silent mystery, a gentle world beauty, an avatar, a bright shining light to look up to, to model after. Now you the would-be hero becomes the magic shaman, the example of God’s magic through his fat food which God specifically gave us to eat from the beginning of time. Fatarians like the beautiful Masai or Eskimos have no heart attacks or other diseases of modern civilization, all the while eating fat constantly and exclusively.
The cleansing process reaches a head like a dissolving sweat and fever. One day you’re very sick as fat pockets dissolve and eliminate but the next day shows beauty and rapture from God’s ingredients. Show neatness and aristocracy, without hypocrisy! With lymph cleansing everything puffs up around the mouth area with ugly lines. That is glycogen from carb coming out of the nasolabial folds seen in most low-fat dieters. Gravity pulls dense elements down--“turgidity”--and the ankles and calves swell. The arms resemble leprosy as the lymph cleans out. You thought that was just “aging” but the next day’s elimination takes it all out forever--it will never be seen again unless you eat those starchy refined carbs again. We go from the worst to the best and that’s our test--to not eat at temporary discouragement but instead proceed to the crest. Once you’ve hurt enough and still refused to eat God removes the test and gives the best.
TRIBULATION PRECEDES TRIUMPH
Endure the Cure Then View the Mirror
It was the most painful day of my life preceding the best day of my life. On this particular hellish day I had the occasion to describe the process in my journal:
“As the arms explode we see potential lymph cancer coming out--the cell-proliferation in the arteries from insulin. When the blood finally runs clean new protein/fat nutrients can now enter the cells of the arms becoming fresh new moisturized skin again. And the fat on the back of the arms--seen on all carb-addicts--will now go away with carb-cessation. The lymph fluid is very sticky as every pore is oozing with storage. With fasting it coagulates and comes to the surface in temporary itching lasting a day. As the blood runs clear its like a trillion lilies blooming, opening and awakening suddenly. One can feel the starchy substance coming out of the bloodstream and then running clear once more. The lymph running along the bloodstream functions to absorb up all toxicity from the blood, going up each arm, leg and the trunk. Even in the skinny it is clogged as seen in wrinkled arms and legs. New nourishment can never get to the cells to rebuild new tissue because of this. As the lymph drains one may become constipated as the sticky blood gum coagulates in the colon. While the sludge goes through the bloodstream you may feel very fatigued. Just sleep. On cleansing days you may feel and look your worst as the lymph drains out but the next day it’s all eliminated and you go from worst you’ve ever been to the best.”
It is fat which cleans the veins. Fat elevates glucagons which is a pathway to the good eicosanoids which dilates airways and blood vessels, increases oxygen, enhances the immune system, prevents platelet aggregation and decreases cell proliferation (cancer). Insulin from starch and sugar constricts airways and vessels, decreases oxygen flow, suppresses the immune system, causes platelet aggregation and increases cell proliferation. Fat opens everything up, sugar closes it all down. The poor asthmatic can hardly breathe when eating sugar and starch, but if he takes some fat the airways open up to his great relief. What a shame the medical profession professes just the opposite, insisting people avoid the only cure!
Yes it’s an amazing thing how the public has gotten rotten by seeing everything in reverse. There were no heart attacks in the nineteenth century though they ate many courses of fatty meats, butter, lard and cheese. They thought produce was an inferior food or just a table decoration. Just check out the thin cowboys in old photographs--they all resembled Paul Newman as they existed on eggs for breakfast and steak at night. Glucagons opens the vessels to keep the body streamlined. And thus fat-fasting is ageless cornucopia: Constriction shuts everything down and we feel miserable, but dilation delights in a glorious opening to a new life.