Welcome to the Space that always is…

Adrenal fatigue…

I am trusting that the focused diet-supplement-herbal plan is restoring even though I am still not moving about too well. I also trust my adrenals will reboot , specific toxins will be eliminated and full energy will return.  Thy Will Be Done.

I am slowly increasing the healing protocol from the initial metal cleanse items I listed in an earlier blog and am now incorporating- ACS Silver, L-lysine, whole food B-12, adrenal formula from Gaia, ayurvedic constitutional formula from a famous herbalist in Nepal, as well as: vitamin-mineral tab, probiotics and Valerian root and magnesium to sleep.

Throw in some CBD cannabis oil and voila, heart still pounding and we mush on! Soon to come, the final add ons: alpha lypoic acid, zeolyte, and cat’s claw herb….



Another fire….

I was fine tuning my supplements, foods and herbs and gulping down the last sips of green tea Monday morning. I do mean final slurps, as I have whittled down my caffeine from 5 strong cups of green tea a day to an 8 ounce, weak cup. The last two days, no caffeine. Been there before- the no caffeine zone that is- in the last decade but it has not lasted. Usually some kind of super low energy day where I must absolutely work to make a living or some justification comes up to warrant consumption, which slowly begins to increase….then my mother called from Santa Rosa. It was 8 am. She never calls that early.

“There’s fires everywhere…”

Several hours later I found out my sister’s family, the Sharps, lost their house. Her husband Paul and son, Paulie and their dog Beze survived. There was no evacuation, no real warning…just smoke, horns honking, turned TV on really quick, nothing…then it was time to bolt. Grab what they could, which basically was the clothes on their back.

Cheri, my sister, lived in the Coffey Park area. The fire flying west from Calistoga, took 3 hours to cover 13 miles. That is about 100 yards a minute, throwing embers, trees and burning debris out front of it. And when it jumped highway 101 at 2 am, fueled by winds gusts over 50 mphs, ultra low humidity and dry tinder everywhere, flame heights hit 100 feet.

No one could see this though, it’s was in the middle of the night.

When Cheri and Paul and their son went to their neighborhood some 10 hours later, they along with dozens of families were in pure shock. Entire city block of homes leveled. She told me that no one had time to turn their gas off, so when they viewed their lots, ash piles with a torch-like shooting flame from ignited gas line, were like marker lights to where houses use to be.

Like many others, she lost everything but they are not in a shelter. My mother, brother and several other family and friends live in the area, so they have a loving place to land.

This is, from what I understand, the most catastrophic fire in California history and it is still not completely out.

Luckily for my sister’s family, they lost a house not a HOME. HOME is a place that can never be taken away from us and IT includes everyone. For ALL is OUR FAMILY.

These kinds of events help us to realize what is most vital and important in life and allow us to be humbled to the core, to receive love and assistance, to help one another.

LOVE to the Sharp family and all those who lost a family member home, business and are having their lives rearranged.

The 1-Mile Walk…

Yesterday, I sat in my car by the beach, like a lamp chord trying to find the socket. God is the socket, the Supreme Intelligence. I attuned to this always available presence, not worrying about lack of energy or even the idea that ‘I am the body’.  Immersion into and as the Current of Reality, that All-Pervading Goodness – ushers even more to the foreground.

Individuality, personality, only a flicker; true meditation.

For who needed to walk? I sat there for some 20 minutes. If I was absorbed in the mind, in thoughts, we would call it: a stupor. If thoughts are of no interest, they fall away, then the Bliss of Being naturally comes forward because IT is always there.

Suddenly, the body stepped out of the car, striding, breathing -moving down the street, across West Cliff Drive and onto the the path along the beautiful shoreline. The Sea breeze, the pelicans-the primordial ones soar in close formation. They are the real Blue Angels, albeit brown.

A bench appears. I stop, recover. A few yoga poses: simple stretches and deep breaths. I walk on. A cliff-side rail calls my name. I take it like a man thrown a life jacket and peer over to feel the waves. High tide is booming and crashing sounds continue in rhythmic majesty. Negative ion bath. The explosive waves hit the rocks like nitroglycerin tabs for my heart and soul.

I mush on, a blissful smile in tow; I see the famous ‘old lady’, 90ish, been walking this path for decades, head down, determined energy, purposeful stride and trademark motion. Inspiration. Awe.

I’ve made it- Fair Street to Natural Bridges, one half mile, though it feels like the finish of a 10K run at top end speed. More stretching, resting and rail support. Deep gratitude. To be able to walk at all, to be in such a lovely place as this, along nature’s corridor of grandeur.

Another half mile back to the car. I head for a bench.


As my favorite spiritual luminary once said: “The realized being sees the world as the Kingdom of Heaven.” They are not separate regions. This truth is becoming, more and more, direct experience.

The Ocean is alive, rumbling. The surfers are happy and dancing on waves all over. Three to five foot swells and better surf yet to come as low tide and a south swell align. The big surf of winter will be arriving soon.

More gratitude.

Rejuvenated, yet the body rises slowly, a quarter mile to go back to the car.

I’m in no rush. Couldn’t if I tried. Nothing to do; nowhere to go. Just here. Now.

Tis the simple life for me. Pure organic foods, supplements and herbs. Such luck. To have such selection and quality food. Only a tiny fraction of the planet has what is before me. I have so much of the most basic human needs, not to mention amazing family and friends. My biggest issue of all time cannot compare to what 99% of the world must endure. They call our American problems, first world problems-though we are very close to a 2nd world country now.

Three part time jobs that somehow pay the bills. One – 17 hours a week with my end of life client Lloyd, whose generous wife Sue paid me the last two weeks the full amount for working only one day each week (while relatives were in town); the other jobs: a 3 hour drive and companionship with an old friend, Lon; and a 1 hour dog healing session with Mac, the Red Poodle.

Mac is in radiant health. Our 3 times a week sessions, went to 2 times a week and now are only once a week. Each week he greets me the same way, as I step through the front door. Paws to my shoulders and hearty licks to the face; showing me how important I AM, that nothing is more important than LOVE and RESPECT.

If only humans could reach but 10% of this realization that comes spontaneously from our 4-legged friends.


The Shakefest…

Well, not unexpectedly, my old friend: Mr. Internal Shaking returned. It seems he was not particularly impressed with my new detox measures and decided to rumble until 3 am. That’s cool. Punch, huge energy burst–Feel good, real good for an instant; then down you go!

I have described this before: envision a jack hammer running inside the central nervous system all night.

I simply watched  the workers (there had to be thousands) for 5 hours, then had 4 hours sleep. Amazingly, I had enough energy to be with my end of life client for 7 hours afterwards.

Confession: I did a pretty significant horizontal upon arriving home after work.

A funny thing happened a day earlier when I was getting the final ingredients for the witch’s brew (heavy metal detox). The plan calls for 16 oz of straight celery juice upon rising, 2 hours later– a fruit smoothie with banana, hemp milk, 1 cup of wild blueberries, 2 Tablespoons of Atlantic Dulce, half Tablespoon spirulina, half Tablespoon Barley Grass Juice powder and 1 cup Cilantro.

My plan also calls for focus foods to be: papaya, red apples, artichokes, bananas, sweet potato, asparagus (10 bucks a pound, ugh), lettuce of all kinds, green beans and avocado. Herbs include: thyme, lemon balm, lomatium, Reishi mushrooms, plantain and red clover. Going slow here as herbs can be more potent than foods on the short term. I tried lobelia and it did not agree with me.

Next Lemon balm. One at a time. Wow, never thought I would see that written about herbs. I have gone to double triple dose many times with suggested dosage.  Fresh sage and parsley are list at about a quarter cup a day…I will slowly work this in.

Supplements are Alpha Lipoic Acid, L-Lysine (amino acid), magnesium, MSM, B-12, EPA-DHA (planted based for sure), astaxothin (the only one I had never heard of), nascent iodine and ACS Silver. So far, B-12, magnesium and ACS silver in use…slowly the others, one at a time.

Quite a start to the day. I throw in some yin yoga (static, holding yoga poses with deep breathing, as the body is not to happy to move about in some kind of aerobic way, ha!).

Anyway, I was getting the final touches for my broom closet, err fridge/kitchen and returned to my car to rest. Really rest, after shopping for 10 minutes?! YEP?

I  sat in my car and let the Sun hit me and read about heavy metal contaminants from a local industrial project running into the San Lorenzo river. What happened next?

Well, suddenly a booming, static, insane sound. It was Iron Maiden playing at full throttle. Pure heavy metal noise and the young man was dressed METAL to the T. Ozzy Osborne 50 years ago, reincarnated. I met eyes with him, looked at my magazine, then down at my supplements and laughed my ass off–of course while I was starting the engine and getting my ears clear of the the flying static detritus.

The Almighty is a cool dude with a keen sense of humor. If he propels me past the earth zone soon, I am sure I will be the cleanest corpse they ever done see.


Recently I had a ‘revolutionary’ steam sauna treatment using the HOCATT – a device that delivers 10 different ‘alternative’ therapies, (scientifically-validated therapeutic modalities) – all during a 30 minute session.

The HOCATT combines: aromatherapy essential oils, carbonic acid therapy (reputed to increase oxygen utilization), electrotherapy (rife frequency technology to destroy viral, bacterial and fungal pathogens), EWOT and Ozone through the skin (for pain reduction and systemic health enhancement), Far Infrared light therapy (restores damaged tissues), hyperthermia (to increase immune response), and photon light therapy to calm and sedate the nervous system.

The treatment was very relaxing, I almost fell asleep. A heart rate monitor and read out display of your pulse played out on the screen to watch during the session. Your entire body, except the head is immersed in the steam sauna chamber, a hoodie is placed over your neck and towel wrapped around to ensure that ozone gases are not breathed in (also fresh oxygen is piped right in front of your face). The only place ozone is not therapeutic is when inhaled into the lungs.  During the hyperthermia intervals (every few minutes of heat increase) I noticed my pulse climb. At one point it went to 85 (resting pulse for me that day was 70).

As it turns out, the next day I felt great – but then Thursday came and a nerve pain explosion in the upper thoracic spine, some pain, deep fatigue and so on. Here I am, still writing though and breathing into the latest episode. Or is it a rerun. I forget.

As it turns out this device , though it may have some great benefits for a lot of people, is too strong or inappropriate for my condition(s). The last active therapy I will try is based on the SPIRIT (Medical Mediumship) of Anthony William. The focus will be on using his food, herbs and supplements suggested for: viral (shingles specific), lyme disease symptoms and mercury detoxification.

The mercury big 5, that must be ingested daily are: Wild blueberries (best from Maine–as they draw heavy metals from the brain, crossing the blood-brain barrier), cilantro (goes deep into hard to reach places and pulls out ancient and older metals), Atlantic Dulse (binds mercury, lead, aluminum, copper, cadmium and nickel that binds metals so strongly as to thoroughly remove them and not just relocate), Spirulina (Hawaiian is best –this draws metals from central nervous system, liver and brain and works in synergy with the barley grass), and barley grass juice powder-which he says draws heavy metals out of the digestive tract, spleen, pancreas and reproductive system.

Many other foods and supplements on list…will take a while to stockpile and use them all. Interestly, the Medical Medium dude also says that EBV (epstein barr virus), heavy metals, radiation and DDT are (in that order) the biggest health issues of our times. EBV, because it has so many mutated strains that are not even scientifically known.

Trusting that whatever is happening is the most beneficial, whether appearance of health vibrancy or debilitation. BE WELL ALL!

In 2008, I was working as an end of life care-provider for an 85 year old, retired Professor of Religious Studies at the local university.

Noel Q. King was a true original.

“Sir, you forever live in my heart!”

For several weeks, during the last year of his life- at the request of his doctors, wife and others- Professor King decided to have In-Home, physio-therapy from a certified personal trainer.  The young woman, 28 year old Stacy Schroeder, MA, ATC-was vivacious and experienced – with strong motivational gifts. While Noel actually did the exercises, my training was of the cheerleader variety.  And watching a sedentary, actively dying 85 year old man physically train did not translate to cardiovascular efficiency in even the most remote way.

After one of Noel’s sessions, Stacy and I began to talk about sports and soon a ride was planned to the top of Sand Point Overlook in Nisene Marks State Park in the Aptos hills.

Nisene was my old stomping ground, a place where I had completed perhaps a 100 incredible hikes and dozen upon dozen classic, cycling adventures with my riding buddies, especially my friend and early cycling mentor: Tom ‘tenacious’ Mahnke!

Tom and I had done many, unspoken time trials (really races) up the forest road to Sand Point Overlook. Sand Point had a bench on top and incredible views of the Monterey Bay on a fog free day.  After a year, the day I finally beat Tom up the climb is forever etched in memory.

Tom always beat me up the climb, at least for a year, on our monthly rides. The first few months, when I hit the big incline, GONE! Out of sight. Gradually I could keep him in view but never draw close enough to mount a serious challenge. Then one day I held his wheel up the first big incline and made my move. Now Tom was the one grabbing my wheel just to hold on. I powered my way to the top.

The Sand Point climb is 8.9 miles and 1600 vertical feet. The first 5 miles is a 2% grade gentle incline up the forest road. The perfect warmup for one in cycling form. For those without form, nor lungs or leg power, the warm up is a climb itself-as I was soon to find out. Because after that ‘little’ warmup things change:  Yep, a leg burning climb of 1 mile at an average gradient of 15% where 800 vertical feet is ascended, then another 3 miles of interval climbs dancing between 4% and 8%.

In 2008, I was so far passed my peak (yes, fully into the singalong phase of Bruce Springsteen’s Glory Days). My true riding days ended in 1993 though I kept in somewhat decent shape through hiking and backpacking from 1993-2003.

From 2003-2008, though, the only bike left in my possession was a Specialized Stumpjumper, circa the early 1990’s. No matter that I was only doing a short, flat 10 mile ride every year for the last five years. Listening and watching Stacy’s motivational dazzle, I felt anything was possible. It was time to reclaim my name and fame. I felt reborn with her vibrant buoyancy and anything is possible, can-do spirit.

Yep, I tricked myself into shape.

“Sure, Sand Point, wow, love that place. A ride will be great.” I heard myself saying.

We made a bike date –just a few days away. No time for training of any kind. After all there is a reason they call it: muscle memory. Your muscles remember, right?!” Well I was to put that overvalued cliche to a big test.

Soon, the day was upon us.

“I invited two friends with me,”  Stacy mentioned before leaving. The only thing I had going for me was knowledge of the climb, pure guts mixed with a substantial dose of sheer, morbid stupidity.

I held up fine on the 5 mile warm up section. The main problem, however, my heart rate was already dancing above my anaerobic threshold. The anaerobic threshold or AT is the top level heart rate that can be maintained for a sustained period. It is the place where oxygen utilization shifts to lactic acid buildup and the dreaded bonk. Where suddenly your physical strength is gone. TOAST.  Once you begin crossing above the place where oxygen is the primary fuel, the body can only go on for a short time. This means you have to cut back the riding effort and pace. I was well aware of this building issue as we hit the base of the brutal 1 mile climb to the top of the incline. The pace set by Stacy’s two guy friends was less than during my riding heyday but way beyond my ability to maintain. I bonked and did everything I could not to walk.

“Just keep the pedals moving; don’t embarrass yourself further?” The inner voice said.

Stacy, for her part, let her two friends go ahead and dropped in behind me. It was truly a magnanimous gesture. She knew I was suffering badly. As we made the incline, I slowly began to recover and  a crazy, pure muscle memory fanaticism arrived:

“Let’s bridge up!” I enthused, beginning to pedal harder now.

“Bridge up. Great idea!” She said with a startle, knowing full well that minutes ago I was heading towards the precipice of full bonk.

I began to pick up the pace and Stacy easily took my wheel, riding a few feet back, right in my draft. I knew we had 3 miles to catch them and we did just 50 yards from the top. They were shocked to see us come up on them, even though they were riding at a casual pace.

I was in an altered state at the top during the easy downhill back to the car. They call it embers, riding on fumes. A few times I almost fell over from light-headedness. Little did I know but in each successive month after that summer of 2008 mountain bike ride, the body began a full crumble: first eye infection, shingles, chronic fatigue–still pushing myself physically to recover, one thing than the next. 9 years later…here we are.

I don’t even remember 2009. Was that a year?! I’m still here though yet 10% the man I was physically. Though, in truth, good fortune has smiled on me in a big way. Steeped in grace, spiritually enriched and emotionally attuned and open. Less suffering, more peace. Slowing down, becoming still, turning inward and falling into the vastness that embodies love and compassion.

There’s no bike racing these days, no bike riding, heck no bike, nor energy for it. The competitive fire for maximum athletic expression is now replaced with a new kind of magic: THE ESSENTIAL SELF, the SOULIC PRESENCE that holds all life in the loving embrace.


A few people, in recent days, have told me to keep writing regularly.

“About what?!” I ask the Universal Maker silently and vocally. The answer came as back pain and later through a strong mantra like inner rant from the Spiritual Authority Dude.

“JUST WRITE!” This is about as elaborate an answer as ever comes here. I live so much in the unknown, not getting to know even the most simple things, that literally the present moment is force fed. And to be force fed the present moment is grace, a real blessing. Since whenever we feel we know anything, the mind has fooled us, made a conclusion and attempted to make a certainty out of what is a dynamic, living and spontaneous miracle that spools forth instantly, unplanned, yet fully planned.

In the last few months, I have once again begun ozone blood transfusion treatments, the so-called Lahodny 10 pass has worked well to improve but not maintain health (unless done every month, which I cannot afford. I simply do not have a spare thousand to burn every  month on healthcare -not counting all the supplements I take in order to attempt to maintain a somewhat vertical and functioning life).

Yeah, I know, for those that have read previous blogs, that I stated-‘no more talk about bodily health’. Yet the body seems to be front and center, the spirit home we are stuck with whether we like it or not. I use the word ‘appear’ for when investigated, the body simply is just another idea of the mind. Deep inquiry will leave you with nothing but space – if you attempt to isolate – the said body. But that is another blog.

In the last couple of months, I have tried two separate 3 pass ozone treatments, with the idea being, I could afford them (barely) every month. They do not work nearly as well, with only small improvement in vitality/symptoms, etc. I had two of them close together-a few weeks apart- and did not notice much health-improving effect.

Then I began reading the book: Medical Medium (published 2015) and started drinking 16 ounces of fresh organic celery juice first thing every morning and eating a pure vegan diet (I was eating eggs and occasional free range turkey) but found that these may be causing inflammation, so am dropping them and moving into pure veganhood–with the vision of being a healthy vegan (one that does not use processed sugars -only sugar from eating organic fruit) and does not use gluten containing products, and radically decreasing grains to a very low amount). This leaves only pseudo grains, like: quinoa, amaranth, buckwheat, along with hemp-flax-chia seeds and lentils/beans, vegetables.

With the new diet, ever more pure, with celery juice and high grade supplements -like barley grass juice powder, I had a great week. I finished the week with a thai massage and a HOCATT treatment (More on this in a later blog).

All went well during the week (I even had a dog healing moment, been in contact with heart-centered and inspiring new friends until some kind of viral-like attack of my thoracic spine –with pain, fatigue and the like.

It was like shingles without the rash and this is something that Anthony William, the other of Medical Medium discusses. His SPIRIT inspired views differ radically from alternative and mainstream medicines. He goes on to say that Lyme disease can actually be a strain of shingles (complicated with mercury and other heavy metal poisoning–which I was greatly exposed).  The shingles is not just of one type, as medical practitioners believe but can be manifesting as a dozen or more subtypes, some without rashes even. For whatever reason, the last decade 2008 onwards, health crisis after health crisis has been the the karma here. A few good weeks, slammed for a few months and on it goes.

You may be wondering: Why is this topic even remotely interesting? Good question. For besides self-indulgence and creative expression, does this blog serve any purpose?

I trust is does. The truth is, America is in a major meltdown, systemically and one of the main areas relates to chronic illness–70 percent of the population has at least a minor chronic illness. In the coming years, access to quality foods will most likely decrease and the situation will escalate further. If you are healthy, I would suggest riding that horse as best you can by reducing stress, toxic exposure, (appropriate and accelerated detoxification),  have an exercise program, energy movement practice, hydrating well and eating pure and quality foods.  BE WELL!

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