3 Day juice Fast

I did a juice fast recently and my body LOVED it. I thought that it would be valuable to share my process and some of the information I felt translated into my experience.I didn't move very gently into my fast but left it slowly using salads and soups. I don't think it gave me any problem that my preparation. Here are the guidelines I decided on after doing my research:

• I drank juice every time I felt hungry so my body was never wanting for nutrition and my tummy was always full.

• I drank about 2 litres or more of water each day.

• I supplemented with a green food powder that had maca, spirulina, hemp, lacuma and lots of other lovely herbs and nutrients

• I took colon cleansing herbs in the morning and evening until day 6

• I also took psyllium husk powder in water once a day

• In my research I read that if the detox symptoms became very strong that a little banana or avocado would help to slow the process and wake the digestive system up.

Day 1
I made my juices all fresh because I knew I would be home all day. I juiced apple, carrot, parsley, kale, turmeric, ginger, brocali. I drank alot of water and stayed in bed most of this day. I felt the detox really strongly and had a huge headache and my moods were just crazy. I ate a little of a banana in the evening which helped to reduce the pain in my head.

Day 2
I felt much better today. I made lots of gorgeous green juice and off I went into the world. It was a beautiful experience. I found that light felt much more vivid and sounds were clearer. In general, my senses were more acute than usual. I went to an art exhibition and finished my juice. After a while I felt very peaceful and then felt weak. So I had to go and buy some juice, which was perfect and I really liked the variety. It was like giving myself a dessert :)  I loved the idea so much that I made myself a green veggie juice when I got home and then made a fresh dessert juice of pineapple, lemon and lime. So yummy :)

Day 3
Fantastic today! But also craving strange foods, I noticed McDonalds as I walked by it and I haven't eaten there in 15 years! My body was not hungry at all and that it was my mind that wanted comfort food. It was incredible to experience how closely my emotions are linked to my hunger reactions. I felt so clear and joyful today. It was Blooms Day so all the lovely people in James Joyce costumes were swanning about our street.

Day 4
I didn't feel like eating solid food for most of the day. So I followed my desires and remained juicing until early evening. Then I had a salad of baby green leaves, grated carrot and avocado. It was lovely. I then made a soup and had a small bowl. It was strange eating solid foods again.

Day 5
More soup and salads, More supplements. Feeling great energy wise.


I remember doing a juice fast as a teenager when my Mom got into detox diets. Being sent to school with tomato/carrot juice! This time around it was nice to be in the driving seat, choosing what to juice and what suited my body. I think its a very personal process. I will definitely do a juice fast again. I loved it and so did my body. It was the best experience with it I could have hoped for.

Goddess of Time

The goddess waited in the nothing. Her succulent body was a reflection of woman as we know her today. From her head down her back to her feet was a cascade of shining lizard scales, her front was soft and gentle and luscious and human. For an eternity she questioned nothing. Her experience was bliss inside the nothing and she knew herself totally. Then, as if by chance, she had a thought. Almost like a dream. What if there was some other part of me to experience that wasn't inside this form. With that thought the dim light of a star appeared in the distance. Slowly growing stronger with each moment. And more and more stars began to blink into the blackness around her.

She watched the beautiful points of light burn and for the first time, felt time begin to pass. The stars changed form and danced in the sky. Resting eventually in the shape of a large wolf. And the wolf bore its teeth and snarled. Making a roar through the blackness that excited and frightened the goddess. The wolf began to chase her through the nothing. They two, both, like lovers and hunters, ran in the never ending expanse creating emotions and thoughts from each moment.

The goddess was exhilarated by the chase but deep inside she felt a new thought come forward. She longed to be caught. This idea bubbled up from within her and she stopped and let the wolf take her. He leapt upon her and drove his teeth deep into her flesh. Tearing and ripping through her. The bone and muscle of the goddess became the celestial bodies as he shook and threw the parts of her, creating planets and stars all around him. Her blood became the oceans and the rivers, her organs formed the earth and dust and clay. When the wolf had finished devouring her, he took his place in the stars and began to watch the sands of time flow. Still today he watches the movement of their creation and even sometimes, when the stars are in just the right alignment, takes physical form to relish in the chase once more.

The Wise Old Fool

I cannot remember how I came to be standing here. Very much in my own body at the edge of an earthed, clay cliff. Facing me, the statue of a terracotta man stands with his back to the viewing point. A large perfect square cut from his torso. Dark green pines line the landscape beyond. their gorgeous geometry sculpt the land and makes it their own. The fresh, stinging stench of rotting pine needles wafts through the fresh winds.

Gently I hear a whispering and a shape shifting fool joins me. At first it is an old woman in long white robes, and then an old man and then a woman again. Rushing words towards nothing in an eager battle with the wind. I can barely make out any words. I dare not look directly at him, her at first. Then I glance over and smile. I feel at ease finally. Almost like I'm not here witnessing this wise flow of gibberish.

Suddenly, as an old man now, he takes my shoulder and says loudly to me:

"There's no key for that lock you're searching for you know."

He places a small duplicate of the clay sculpture in the square hole. This one faces the land below us. And he is gone. As quickly as he arrived.

The Mountain Lord

The lord of the mountain lived deep within the snowy peaks but could see and feel all that was occurring in his realm. From the clouds that tickled the very tops to the joyful stream that flowed downwards on the eastern ridge. He felt the flowers grow in the meadows at his feet and the worms relishing the mineral from the earth below. His memory was long and vivid.

One day a strange creature arrived into the foothills. She was dressed in woven cloths and had long, tangled hair. Her voice rang out with melody and complication. He spent a long time observing this peculiar being. He felt the love and peace in her heart and also sensed a hidden darkness. It was a human child.

She was camped nearby with her nomad family and had come exploring. the mountain lord saw her acknowledge the beauty of his majesty. She picked flowers, drank from his streams and chased the wild goats. The mountain spirit was captured by her curiosity and sense of freedom and longed to run with her through the trees.

One day the girl came as usual to the meadows and a great sorrow filled her. The lord felt like a father to this beautiful creature. She wept onto his grasses and her sadness became his. He saw thoughts and images of a dying man reaching out. Speaking words and drawing his last breath. The girl grieved with anger, laughter and many, many tears.

He decided to send her a message so he asked the wind to send  an underground creature down to help him get it to her. The wind called to a kind badger who was digging in her set. It asked her to dig deeper than ever and call to the mountain lord deep in the earth. So the badger gathered her friends and family who helped her dig a cave deep into the mountain side. Finally they found the place where the mountain lord took his true shape, formed of roots and water and rock he spoke with fire and music. I have a message for the newest creature among you, the first to walk on two limbs in these parts. Please take it to her. And with that he sang a beautiful message for them to return to the surface with.

So the badger and all his friends used the largest rock face they could find and they scratched into the stone these words in the language that they had been told:

"From the mountain lord to the little girl

I am just an observer underground. Everything that is said is from the heart of things. I invite you to watch the seasons change. Look how the elements colour my rock and fill the streams into rivers. If you listen with your face pressed to the ground you will hear my mountain breathing. You will witness birth and death and how beautiful it can be. You will see the wildness of your soul reflected in these things."

Iconic Musical Notes ;)

I made these today for my friends' Singing Day website as their social networking icons. It was so much fun. They are both such an inspiration to me, using all their collective moments to bring more love and light to everyone they meet. I love that I get to help!

Here's their website :)
http://www.singing-day.com

Dream, In between, Waking life.

Last night, before going to bed I wrote all of my possible future achievement down in a text message, put them in the present tense and sent it to myself. Then I went to sleep. I had a dream that I was living these achievements, I remember Patrick being there and the phone book and where I was putting it was important to me. Then I woke, into sleep paralysis, which I experience from time to time. An arm came out of my chest and the fingers opened upwards, a huge fireball floating in its palm. Except when I looked more closely, the fire was made of glowing words in some kind of eastern language I didn't recognise. It was frightening as sleep paralysis usually is but I also felt a kind of wonder at this vision. As I became more tuned to my emotions the vision disappeared and I was left awake and wondering what it all meant.

I'm open to interrpretation and not just for this dream. I think part of its purpose was illustrating the opening of myself to this world, even if I don't quite understand it.

Media vita in morte sumus. In the midst of our lives we die.

The url of my new blog came to me with a bolt of thought while reading a passage of common latin phrases. I'm not sure what it means to me exactly but it has stopped me dead. My heart feels like it has slowed, my eyes widened and my mind is clicking over memories and ideas to see where to file this phrase. But nothing comes that fits.

I remember being in a tantra class and jumping over a fire in the woods, shouting words that I wanted to burn in the fire. What the hell did that mean? Carbon monoxide poisoning or exhilarating spiritual break through? I love it all. I love the questioning. The answering, and the questioning again. Each moment contains more evidence to feel one way or another, and in the next we find evidence that lead us to change back again. All I know is that since I realised that beliefs are a choice my world has been flooded with ideas.

Is this world an illusion? Am I a physical representation of experiences that we are all projecting? A facet of a perfect hologram shining from the edge of the universe. The mind boggles, and it is the mind that limits these questions. Here is where it gets interesting though. Allow the mind to rest and what is there? My scientific processor would suggest nothing, but thats not my experience. There is movement in the void. A soft buzzing that lights up and expands. Is that the sound of a giant cathode ray tube beyond my comprehension?

I think it is a glimpse into something divine, that contains everything. So divine that when we dare to allow it in, disconnection dies a little more and we are bathed in peace.