I watched my Momma die.
I was just awakened by a dream of one of the last hours of Moms time here on earth.
It is a awful memory. It is a memory in color. It is a memory I swore I would never give to my children.
I eat the way I do for several reasons. One of those reasons is just pure anger.
I believe a lot of what goes on today in ‘health care’ is actually criminal.
Ok you wanta start winking your eye, smiling the little smile, and chuckle a bit saying, “… here goes Rayray again with ‘they’ this, and ‘they’ that, and his conspiracy theories about how the American Public is in large part nothing short of livestock, being kept in a feedlot of purposed design so as to provide practice fields for new technology, as well as a means to use equipment so it and techs can be paid for, as well as ‘certain’ lifestyles can be funded…
Yeah, I took the Red Pill and sometimes I am awakened at night by nightmares of memories I wish were not true, and I wish they had not occurred to my Momma… and I wish I had not seen them.
I believe every bite of food, or swallow of a liquid I take is either ‘good’ for my nourishment, health, maintenance of my body, or, it is not ‘good’. Along with that, I believe also that every bite or drink I take is wise or foolish. Ok I am gonna say it… it is really damned selfish or it is cruel to those around you who will have to watch you die a slow awful death because you decided to eat some ‘shit’ that was fun to eat.
My dream this morning was watching my Moms leg ‘blow up’ right before my eyes.
Mom had that infection where you had to put on safety shoes, safety garment, gloves, a mask…. basically she was some kind of a bio hazard zone.
The nurses were trying to get her to sit up in a chair, she was crying out in pain, and her lower left leg just, ‘blew open’ like a radiator hose would blow open discharging the fluids.
It suddenly became a quiet scene as everyone instantly moved into another ‘mode’ of action.
The nursing team moved into a professional mode for several obvious reasons, one including what I would call a ‘hazmat emergency’ due to the infection just being propelled over a large area…Mom became strangely quiet, and I just turned into a statue, or at least a statue that moved slowly back so the nurses could do their job.
At that moment, I never dreamed that this memory would come back to awaken me just after midnight, October 25th, 2017.
If I can do anything to prevent my children from ever having to make memories like this, then you can damned sure bet I will do that.
Later that day the Doctor shared with us there was no more drugs, antibiotics, or anything remaining to give to Mom to fight off the infection. He said to us there was a possible surgery that could possibly help, but Mom was not in good enough condition to survive, and more than likely not benefit from surgery at all … yada yada yada …
Minutes later, I leaned close to Moms face and told her what was said, and asked her what she wanted to do, surgery or to just let go, and die …
… … …
A number of hours later, communication with Mom had become a grip of her left hand to let you know she was still ‘there’, and was responding. She was no longer opening her eyes, but she would still hold, and squeege your fingers.
The last thing I told her, and that she replied to, with the squeeze of the fingers, was the morning of the day she died. I told her it was ok to go ahead and let go, and go ahead and leave. I told her she needed to feel free to go on, and not worry about staying here any longer. Later that afternoon, she ‘left us’.
So often people look at what I eat and laugh. They think I am crazy, or extreme.
It is amazing that I don’t go ballistic on them.
Extreme is cutting your chest open, exposing the heart, sewing polluted veins they can harvest from your legs over the heart so as to BY PASS the plugged up arteries already there.
What about the percentages of stent placements that have to be repeated as well as By Pass Surgeries? What is the true ‘success rate’ of stent placement anyway?
What about the Statin Cholesterol Drugs they put you on that have maybe as good of a success rate as eating a teaspoon of fresh ground Flax Seed each day, or four Brazil nuts once a month?
Go to YouTube and watch Jeff Novick explain “Squaring The Curve” at 54:30. https://youtu.be/0CdwWliv7Hg
That is how I want to die. This typical drawn out way of sharing the suffering is bull shit. I hope to just square that event. Screw the curve. Screw the shared suffering.
So, there is the dream. There is the anger. There are the tears.
Every time I take another bite of my typical ‘extreme’ Collard, Turnip, Mustard Greens, Kale, Spinach, fresh ground Flax Seed, Gunpowder Green Tea, Dried Hibiscus Leaves/Tea, Powdered Ginger, Cinnamon Powder, Cocoa Powder, Walnuts, Almonds, uncooked Old Fashioned Oat Flakes, chunked fresh Fruit, home cooked beans and rice, steamed potatoes and all prepared with NO SALT NO OIL NO SUGAR added. (and I mean to say NO salts, No Oils [NONE!] NO Sugar)…
be sure you hear me say this…
each bite is a rage against the establishment that places profits before health.
each bite is a vote against false science that says ‘Man’ is smarter than God.
each bite is a trust in Whole Foods, Plants, Whole Grains, Beans and Legumes.
each bite is ‘shooting the bird’ at fad diets, and social media ‘Newspeak’ that once is more interested in selling something rather than telling the truth about Nutrition.
each bite is also a pleasure because I am enjoying the results of a Whole Food Plant Based Lifestyle, and the FOOD tastes great, and I never go hungry.
each bite is a promise to family, friends, and myself… you will NOT be given memories of a horrible slow death by what I ate, or did not eat. I will not contribute to the slow death by shitty food choices.
each bite is a declaration that I COUNT NO CALORIES! NO PROTEIN IS MEASURED! NO CARBS ARE FEARED!