Which, in practice, came down to: how the power of the mind — both left brain, and right brain — can and does determine 3D reality.
Yesterday, when housemate Dan came home from work, he told me that someone had said to him, “Hey, I hear your kombucha exploded!” Geez, how news travels . . .
We started to yuck it up, especially when I told him the tale of my own recent blooper: “How I mistook ginger root for turmeric root.”
In fact, I said to him, I should put up a post on it. Nothing like mistakes to help us clear the air. So, on this day when I notice a very scary new post by Paul Craig Roberts,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOiPoIzlsNE
— which actually, is NOT new news, but a few months old. I noticed it back then, and as usual, put it in the back of my mind while I continued to focus relentlessly — and hopefully, playfully — on our oh-so-human task: to experiment with alternative futures that regenerate earth and humanity rather than destroy her and us.
But there was that bleak news, back again, and it’s time that we realize the enormity of what we’re up against in this race against time, or rather, this juncture that we occupy every single moment; this presence that expands into creation of an infinity of timelines that heal rather than hurt, connect rather than divide, love rather than hate, laugh — uproariously, so that tears well up in our eyes. Laugh as if there is no tomorrow. Because there really isn’t. There’s just NOW. So BE HERE! Keep on laughing — to clear the paranoia, the evil plans, the dastardly intentions . . .
Okay, on to Ann’s tale:
A few days ago my brother-in-law John told me that an alternative M.D. told him that if one chews daily on a slice of fresh turmeric root, among other turmeric’s magical properties, it will also shift the body chemistry so that it is no longer allergic to dreaded urushiol, the active ingredient in poison ivy. Given that I already had a remedy for poison ivy, namely drinking my pee a few ounces on a daily basis during poison ivy season, I was not desperate, just curious. Hmmm . . . would this remedy work as well?
Once again I read up on turmeric, its amazing health-giving properties, and was especially taken with the notice that it can destroy whatever it is that clogs up the brain and leads to Alzheimers. Wow!
So I hotfooted down to Kroger’s, and came to two named bins. One said ginger root, the other, turmeric root.
Feeling terrific that I had actually found it at Krogers, I took the fresh root home, sliced a bit off, and started chewing. And wow! I could actually feel my brain clearing of all the accumulated debris! Seriously! I was astonished to realize just how much I had been missing this magical ingredient in my own healing journey.
I took the root with me when I went up to Oakwood Center, over the weekend, along with other refrigerated food.
While there, I ran into Ted’s wife Donna, who shares an interest in food and plant medicine. Told her what I had discovered. Offered her a slice of turmeric root. She said “sure,” and followed me into the large commercial kitchen, where opened the door to the massive fridge, took it out of my portable cooler, and, with a flourish, proud of my discovery, cut two slices and popped one of them in my mouth.
“THAT’S GINGER ROOT!” she said, and laughed, surprised, no doubt, at my abysmal ignorance.
What? Ommigoddess, you’re right, I thought to myself, looking down at this root, feeling the sharp stinginess of it in my mouth, that is ginger root. How could I have been so mistaken? And why did I not even notice that it’s not orange inside?
Back up to that moment when I saw it in the bin named “turmeric” root. I believed the sign, and ignored the actual object that the sign was referring to! Ignored it! Didn’t consider, hmmm. could this really be turmeric root when it looks exactly like ginger root? (BTW: I’ve chewed slices of fresh ginger root for years.) Nope. That thought never crossed my mind. Feeling extremely proud of myself for having found “turmeric root” at the grocery store, I put it in my cart.
Now back up to that next moment when I first tasted the “turmeric” root. Again, no consideration whatsoever of what it actually tasted like: ginger. Nope. Now I was believing words I had read about the benefits of turmeric root. How it clears the brain. And sure enough, my brain was definitely clearing! I could feel it!
Now of course, an alternate reading of this tale, aside from the one that shows my mind’s clinging to its own version(s) of “reality,” despite evidence of the senses, is that there really is such a thing as the “placebo effect” —
— and that it is very mysterious. In fact, it may be that the mind’s extraordinary power of creation, when focused strongly enough, can even reconfigure one’s own body. But that discussion is for another day.
Back to my blooper.
Well, you can imagine my “embarrassment.” Actually, you can’t, because I wasn’t embarrassed, just astonished. Astonished at the power of my mind to “make things up,” as well as astonished to learn, once again, that my intuition will guide me to “correct mistakes” — in this case, nudging me to ask plant expert Donna if she wanted to chew a bit of turmeric root with me. So YES! Once again, whatever I need at the time presents itself — if I but pay attention.
Turmeric root, she said, is smaller, with an orange interior, and its taste is not nearly as strong as ginger root.
When I went back to Krogers, this time the turmeric root was packaged in little plastic containers with labels. And she’s right, turmeric is much milder than ginger root which, as Donna reminded me, is also good for you.
