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Excellent Toothpaste!

  • Posted on February 1, 2010

I’ve been using Vicco toothpaste for some time now and I’m absolutely in love with this stuff! I must be or else my last order for this would have been less than nineteen 200 gram tubes (i.e., 8.378 pounds) for my household (of 3)!

Ayurvedic Toothpaste

Read more about it at Vicco’s website. I stumbled upon while shopping in a Hannaford Supermarket.

I was determined to find toothpaste without fluoride, glycerin, or silica in it. Vicco was the first one I found. Immediately after the first time I brushed with it, my teeth felt more clean than even how they’ve felt after getting them cleaned in a dentist office!

Weston A. Price, DDS changed my way of thinking about what government schools taught me what good health is, especially his book Nutrition and Physical Degeneration. Because of Price, I no longer will buy anything but raw milk.

Ramiel Nagel’s book pushed me beyond what Price started by convincing me to stop using the toothpastes dentists recommend.

Cure Tooth Decay

Here are just a few reasons why I didn’t want to use anymore toothpaste containing fluoride, glycerin, or silica:

Fluoride is a severe biological poison. Being intensely negative, it unlatches positive hydrogen bonds in enzymes and proteins. Toothpaste typically comes with this warning: “Warning. Keep out of reach of children under 6 years of age. If more than used for brushing is accidentally swallowed, get medical help or contact a Poison Control Center right away.” Fluoride decreases IQ levels. Most states add at least 1 ppm of sodium fluoride or fluorosilic acid (radioactive toxic waste that contains fluoride) to the water supply, even though it has been proven that at least 113 medical side effects from cancer to headaches are caused by fluoride in the water.

Toothpaste contains viscous, sticky glycerin, the main ingredient in toothpaste, which coats the teeth and prevents re-enamelization from nutrients in the diet. Glycerin takes over 20 rinses to be removed and leaves your teeth coated. To get convinced, start with a clean sink and smear some of your toothpaste on the sink. Rinse it off and see how the water beads up because of the sticky glycerin. You will have to keep rinsing and rinsing to remove it. Your teeth are similar to a porcelain sink, and your teeth are being coated every time you use toothpaste. Coated teeth cannot re-enamelize from nutrients in the diet.

Most toothpaste has silica, which is sand. It can harm gums and abrade tooth enamel.

My gums used to hurt a lot when I’d brush my teeth. I was using special toothpaste for sensitive teeth and highly expensive mouth wash for sensitive gums. The combination of the two didn’t stop the pain in my gums.

As soon as I started using only Vicco toothpaste¹ and quit using the nasty mouthwash, my gums never hurt again! What does that tell you? It tells me the American Dental Association wants people to remain ignorant so that they can make more money. What angers me even more is that dentists would deny how poisonous amalgam fillings are.

If you’re interested, you can read more about what I’ve said on this subject in my posts Dentist Shopping by an Aspie and Raw Milk, Heart Disease, and More.

¹I started brushing with Vicco approximately one year ago. When a tube of Vicco was empty, I resorted to using a crappy tube of paste left around. After my last bout with pain while brushing over a month ago, I decided those other tubes could go right into the garbage where they belong for all I care!

I should have known.

  • Posted on January 21, 2009

Two weeks of foolishly waiting for the dentist’s office to notify me of my x-ray results confirmed my decision to cancel the appointment yesterday that was scheduled for the end of this week with the dental hygienist mentioned in my Two Too Much post. It would not have mattered even if they did call me. My body has its own agenda. When I don’t obey my intuition, there often seems to be an alternative back-up system ready to take over. In this particular case of ignoring my immediate gut instinct to have as little to do with this dental hygienist as possible, along with allowing her to ‘push’ me into making another appointment for what could possibly only amount to another stressful ‘discussion’, caused my body to rebel. I guess my physical health figured that if I can ignore my mental health by subjecting myself to a person who is not conducive to my well-being, then my body must have figured that the temporary removal of its physical health ought to command enough attention for helping to remind me of this life-long pattern I have.

Before being too quick to use the word ‘coincidence’ for describing the timing of getting sick with a cold, I might need to add that my history for catching colds over the past couple of decades amounts to an approximate total of five colds. (I already started ranting about the topic of politics within the medical community in my How about coverage for coverage? post, so I won’t get into that here.) I refer to our contemporary times as ‘PP’ days, since there is a pill and/or program for any inconvenient disorder in existence that someone can gain from financially.

I remember the last time there was a full moon — January 10th at 10:27 P.M. It was snowing outdoors. I was sleigh riding untiringly for hours in that naturally bright evening light.

Single digit temperatures are not uncomfortable if you’re dressed warm enough, but it’s okay by me that neighbors would argue differently since it’s attitudes like theirs which keep the outdoors during winter nights so quiet! I never would have imagined that 1½ weeks later I would be feeling as crappy as I do now.

What I find weird is how often I can be exposed to what would cause most people to get sick, but yet I don’t get affected. But then there are other situations which seem to guarantee destruction to my immune system. It makes sense that Aspies, being naturally extra-sensitive towards most things, would also be more greatly affected by negative social encounters than most neurotypicals probably are.

Here is a recent photo captured in front of my mac as I began to feel a cold settling in to visit for awhile. Usually whenever a new photo manages to crop me, most likely I’m not in my ‘normal’ state of being. Yes, if I wore at least some make-up I wouldn’t look so bland and it would cause my blue eyes to command more attention, but should I dye my hair too like I’ve been told? Never! My advice? Be thankful for what God gives you… even old age and all the grey hairs that accompany it!

I wonder what the consequences will be for me at the beginning of next month, if I get to serve as a trial juror? It probably won’t be stressful because I doubt the court will want an Aspie juror. The last time I went during their selection process it was obvious to me how such things aren’t much different from the times when team captains chose members and I was always the last to get picked. Most people don’t want to serve as a juror. I’d love to, but don’t ever get beyond being like quiet wall paneling in a courtroom that just takes up space.

I don’t remember specifically what questions get asked to jurors (it was many years ago), but I do remember thinking (after listening to dozens of people responding) I don’t think at all like these other people here.

Real Medical Issues

  • Posted on April 5, 2008

Can people believe it’s actually possible for someone to forget that real medical issues occur? All I can do is tell others that I am one of them who does. Because I forget this, it tends to cause me to mislead others by what I write. I feel terrible knowing that I’m offending people unnecessarily because of not realizing what other people are thinking when they’re trying to figure out what I’m saying. It just goes to show how helpful feedback can be and it’s also a reminder of how much time and work explaining can take.

I fully agree that many children have real medical issues. Children on the autism spectrum do have comorbidities that need attention and care. I have had my share of them. As a young child, I went through a set of health-related issues. As a young adult in my early 20’s, another stage of physical ills passed my way. Upon entering my middle-aged years, I struggled through about 13-14 years of chronic insomnia. My most recent ‘bump in the road’ of physical health was from an episode of a frozen shoulder. Aside from now experiencing a cold about 2 or 3 times per decade, and (at the most) mildly being ‘caught’ by a flue bug about 15 years ago, the only other thing that ‘caught me’ was lyme disease. My several exposures to lyme however never led to the lyme borreliosis bacteria getting much of a chance to mess up my immune system.

I used to have a weaker immune system, but now it’s pretty darn tough. It has to be because it’s the only form of health insurance I’ve got and it’s the only insurance I trust, can afford, and want. Because of how pleased I am with how well my body takes care of me, I tend to get very excited about how wonderful the human body is capable of taking care of itself if its needs are met. True medicine should be a matter of knowing one’s own self very well, along with understanding how everything in life is harmoniously balanced. Handling symptoms definitely has its place, but learning the ‘whys’ is a whole lot better. Once all that information gets plugged into place, then there is wholesomeness in operation. All is at ease instead of being dis-eased. To me, dis-ease is simply having some factors stressing against one another instead of working in co-operation (unity and harmony). I have a radically different approach to health than most people do, so I apologize if and/or when I may be upsetting others because of that.

I do not look down my nose at all towards people who handle health-related issues in conventional ways. What does jerk my chain though is when people mix things that are not health issues in with things that are! Everybody has body parts that function the same way, but there is one body part that even though it does the same job for everyone, it does that job in different ways for different people. That part I’m referring to is called, “the brain.” I can see why people ignorantly call Asperger’s a disorder and how come some people even go so far as to say it’s a disease. However, just because someone can’t comprehend why something functions differently does not give him the right to label it as being something which needs a cure!

Doctors can master such things as how a stomach, liver, kidney, ear, heart, etc. work much easier than they are going to figure out how the brain works. The brain is a whole different form of matter because there are other factors involved that I doubt will ever get covered by medical science. In fact, it might be safe to say it’s impossible to even talk about those factors. I hope no one asks me what I’m talking about here, because I don’t even want to begin to explain. It’s way beyond explaining. I just accept it and I actually accept how other people handle their health issues differently.

I’m so adamant about protecting my way of living that I probably end up having people feel bad about their way. Maybe it helps to know that what I’m saying here in this post is an example of how frustration is unavoidable when wanting to help with solving complex puzzles because it takes the whole package to answer. Besides some packages being difficult to comprehend, some parts in that package will also be tough adjusting to. When I say package, I’m referring to individual people — in this case, I mean me.

False Alarm?

  • Posted on February 26, 2008

I thought it was the end to my posting on my blog, but I guess God does work in strange ways. I couldn’t decide whether to explain myself more in my last post and, if so, how much would I say? Then, throughout the day my curiosity would not leave me alone. Over what? Wondering why I’m so concerned about maybe leaving my readers without saying I’m not posting anymore.

If you think what I’ve said so far is confusing, just wait . . . it will get more confusing.

It’s true I do have obsessive/compulsive behavior along with the torment of indecision, but what I neglected to mention was that my stubbornness, attitude about life, and certain things and/or people, puts me into dilemmas sometimes. Last night (or early this morning, if you prefer) was one of them.

It’s possible I was riding through mild heart challenges (of the physical nature). The experience through the night and most of today was unlike anything I can remember happening before in my life. I couldn’t sleep because of the pain in the center of my chest. I was under a lot of stress over the weekend and then I added strain to my body yesterday, but that alone wasn’t what aroused my suspicions. What bugged me was my foolish thinking from last year that led me to doing what I sensed wasn’t right to keep ignoring.

Due to suffering insomnia for so long in my life, I desperately wanted to speed up and secure a healthy sleeping pattern. That desire led me to investigate about 5-HTP (I already touched on that subject in my Snow, ice, slush, and rain post). I did something I do NOT do when researching topics. I remained one-sided with what I’d allow myself to read. I wanted to try something I never tried before, so when I read that 5-HTP not only treats insomnia but also helps to stabilize moods, I was eager to experiment upon myself. I was so eager that I didn’t want to read anything negative about it. However, even though I didn’t go looking for the cons of 5-HTP, someone responded with a warning to a post I wrote in a forum about my trying it out. He stated there were risks to the heart valves from this amino acid supplement. I remember thinking back then (last summer) that I was so tired of being tired that I didn’t care anymore. It’s one of the beauty’s of getting old — the quality of life can become more important than quantity as one gets older.

The other possibly foolish and hasty thing I did was to eagerly trust what applied kinesiology supposedly suggested as being the dosage level needed for me. I started taking 400 mg. per day for a few months. Then I dropped it down to 300 mg/day for some more months. I remained at a 200 mg/day dose for this year. Today was my first day not taking any of this supplement. Am I now in for a different kind of ride? This ought to be interesting.

Speaking of rides, shortly after posting my last post (it’s a joke; play on words, if you know what I mean . . . never mind), I took a more painful ride around 2 AM. I went outdoors then (everything was rock-solid frozen outdoors) with my Rascal pup since she needed to relieve herself and I thought maybe the fresh cold air might alleviate some of the pain in my chest. I was out there in the dark and quiet night, in only my robe and slippers, carrying a cup and saucer that had had some chamomile tea I drank up. Where I live there are lots of coyotes, some bears, and an occasional mountain lion. What’s worse though is that often times there are rabid animals around (hubby just had a buddy at work kill a rabid raccoon with a 2 by 4 board earlier that day). Anyhow, suddenly while I was still outside (I’d been out there already for about 5-10 minutes), I heard a strange scream from a wild animal very close by to where I was standing. Since I couldn’t see much because of how dark it was, I ran as fast as I could to the house (Rascal was ahead of me). Bam . . . down I went into a heap! Is that why they’re called slippers? The ground was full of sharp frozen lumps of dirt and snow and there was nothing to protect my arms and legs from getting cut as I fell and hit the ground hard. So much for the pain in my chest. The other pains overpowered that easily.

I had just been praying for God to give me something else to focus my mind on because I didn’t want to be wondering what was going on in my chest. Be careful what you ask for, because you just might get it! Oh well, with all the times I trip and fall, I’ve had to learn to accept what I can’t change. I have so many accidents (yes, clutsiness is another aspie tendency) that I’ve learned to just go with the flow. Just a couple of years back, I tripped by the edge of a cliff and almost went over. Oops . . . I better not go there because I’ve got too many nutty stories in that direction to tell.

Honestly, I could compose a big fat book containing all the incidences of when I’ve gotten into trouble and/or should have not lived but yet God still insists I stick around for some odd reason. That’s why I don’t bother to go to doctors and/or hospitals. These days, hubby just patches me up while he shakes his head thinking “there she goes again.” I always know there will be another episode in the not too far future so I learn to be thankful for those days in-between when I can live somewhat normal.

Before this early morning spill resulting in my being stuck immobile again, I had planned to arrange my life differently so I wouldn’t be so tempted to be drawn back to my computer addiction. All in all, this much I know: Even though I may not always be perfectly faithful to remaining in God’s will and/or have trouble understanding what it is sometimes, I do know that God is faithful to His word. He says in Proverbs 20:24:

“Man’s goings are of the LORD; how can a man then understand his own way?”

If you’re confused as to why I would not call 911 and/or go to the hospital if I suspect I’m having an issue with my heart (which by the way, I did read up about such things during my puzzlement as to what was going on last night with my chest pains), it’s because I’m one of those kooks who trusts God more than any doctor. I don’t have a doctor, nor do I want one. I don’t go for check-ups, nor have I gone for check-ups either. So, if anyone thinks they’re going to change my mind about the medical profession and/or pharmaceutical industry, then let me spare you of wasting time. No one knows everything I’ve been through in my life. There are certain things in my life that I actually keep private and protect fiercely from judgmental people. If I was forced to have and pay for health insurance, I wouldn’t use it even if someone paid me.

Snow, ice, slush, and rain . . .

  • Posted on February 13, 2008

How does this winter affect my brain? I’ve always had SAD (seasonal affective disorder).

Basically today the weather got about as wet as it can get. Typically February used to be difficult for me to endure without my moods turning as dreary as the sky, for as long as the long nights of winter lasted. This is about the first time in my life I can remember not falling prey to depression that could last all day! Decades ago, it could last constantly for weeks and sometimes even months. I wouldn’t go so far as to say moments never occur when cheeriness fades and being crabby takes over, but then who can honestly say they’re never cranky?!

I know winter isn’t over yet, but I have heard birds singing lately and that’s a good sign for spring being close by! I might not be sure of exactly what the reason(s?) may be for my coming as far as I have in getting away from the long bouts of major depression I struggled with many years ago, but I do know I’ve prayed for its end and I knew God would eventually remove those dark emotional clouds in His way, at His time. After all the prayers He has answered in my life?! . . . how could I doubt Him?!

My brain has re-learned how to sleep again. I already mentioned I began taking 5-HTP (5-Hydroxytryptophan) last summer to see if it would help me to overcome my lingering (but reduced) insomnia problem. What I didn’t express though was the evidence of this amino acid supplement eliminating depression for me. I also boosted its positive impact by recently placing a tall-standing Ott-lite over my desk and chair; plus, another tall-standing Ott-lite over my bed. For those who don’t know what that is, it’s lighting technology to produce natural light for better health (physically for improving vision and mentally for improving moods negatively impacted by lack of daylight).

A family relative of mine (who is also a chiropractor) wanted to join in with my theory of blaming serotonin imbalances as being the cause of my sleep disorder. I permitted her to try some muscle testing (applied kinesiology) on me with our focus being on the 5-HTP. Since what she said agreed with what I suspected for the dosage levels that would work best to accomplish my goal, I gladly proceeded to experiment on myself.

Now that the experiment is over, I’m glad!

Raw Milk, Heart Disease, and More.

  • Posted on January 25, 2008

I remember chatting with others in my hometown about what our local Doctor (who’s been deceased for quite some time now) observed. He said his patients who drank raw milk had noticeably better health than those who consumed homogenized/pasteurized milk. I also remember how my father loved to drink raw buttermilk and make home-made yogurt. He didn’t really live to any exceptional age (he died just a few days before his 80th birthday). However, what he endured throughout his life earned him the nick-name “Timex.” He took a lick’n and kept on tick’n!

Those thoughts remained in my mind as I (a few years ago) got interested in researching and studying how what cultures ate affected their lives. Doctors today don’t seem to have the same mindset as those who lived over a hundred years ago. One particularly interesting man was Weston A. Price. He was a dentist, but one with much to offer us these days.

Dr. Price studied fourteen different isolated cultures to understand why these people had extraordinarily healthy teeth. He traveled to such places as the Swiss Alps, Alaska, Africa, and Polynesian Islands to stay with these people and observe their dietary lifestyles. He took photographs of skull structures, jaw bones, and teeth (included in his book) to document the interesting facts he found.

Price’s excellent book, of over 500 pages, reveals the destructive impact modern culture had when it changed their old ways of eating. I highly recommend reading Nutrition and Physical Degeneration and the articles from the website founded upon Weston Price’s research. If you don’t have the time for either of those, there is a brief blurb about Dr. Weston Price at the International Wellness Directory.

A little longer article, by Mary G. Eng, PhD, explains how milk homogenization can create heart disease. Her article and those like it, became a catalyst to change my life. I didn’t want to wait for trouble before considering what I could do to become healthier before getting older. I even endured a year of weekly dental work to have mercury amalgam fillings removed from my mouth.

The more I noticed feeling better, the more I wanted to learn what else I could do. I learned how important it is to focus on what sources of fat are healthy and necessary. My favorite change was to using the highest quality coconut oil from the Philippines and reputable extra virgin olive oil from California (you’d be surprised over the deceptive practices of popular olive oil brands!). I order coconut oil in a 5 gallon bucket since it stays fine in room temperature over a year (longer in cooler temperatures). I get a case at a time of Bariani’s Olive Oil so it’s in the kitchen a while. After having high quality fats, grocery store vegetable oil and shortening tastes disgusting! I haven’t used that crap in years and don’t miss it one bit. I could go on and on about how much the health of my family changed from this. If only I had known ahead of time what would happen, I would have taken before and after pictures. I’ll just say people who haven’t watched my son grow up, don’t recognize my son now.

I’m glad I don’t have health insurance and never had it, because if I did, I probably would not have been so interested in taking what responsibility I did towards a more enjoyable life. I thank God for His gift He gave me and I hope others too can enjoy some of what I’ve benefited from.

Lusts Make Musts

  • Posted on January 25, 2008

Let’s examine the concept of sharing the riches gained by switching worldly desires with eternal. Life isn’t about what you have. It’s about who you are. Who you are is what goes into eternity. What you have is an illusion. Just because something is real in the here and now and brings immediate gratification doesn’t mean that it is valuable. It’s like smoke. You can see it, taste it, feel it, smell it, and maybe even “hear” it. However, you can not grab and hold on to it. Yes, it has an effect on you and that effect for the moment might bring pleasure to your self. What doesn’t change is the fact that effects (or emotions if you prefer to call it) depend upon the conditions which create the response. It’s only as good as its input. To be at the mercy of the input is to lack self-control.

To be truly rich is to be independent and set free from the addiction to circumstances. Once this is done, one can sing joyously within one’s self regardless of whatever “storms” blow in from your outer atmosphere. Why bother to ask for things (or people) in life (which might even take a long wait) if you don’t have the greatest gift of life already? Life already is a gift, but being born and breathing is just the basic necessary ingredient. Without a sound driver behind the controls of this two-legged vehicle, only chaos is imminent. The chaos might not be apparent to everyone (especially self) and might take a lifetime to manifest, but where is the order if natural desires decide what turns to take in life’s road?

People, by nature, want to believe their perceptions of reality according to their self created gauges. They want this so desperately that the human mind can easily twist anything however far it wants. It’s all a matter of time. Little children haven’t had enough practice to be as good at it as older adults. Experience is necessary to fine-tune skills for any career. Part of what is (or should be) learned through life is the fact that you get good at whatever you dedicate yourself to persevere with. You fail when you quit trying to succeed. Now is the time to reflect upon and question just what it is that you’re trying to succeed at. If not now, then it’s obvious self-deception is at work.

What was Anthony Storr thinking when he wrote in his book Solitude: A Return to the Self, “It (the creative act) is a coping mechanism; a way of exercising control, as well as a way of expressing emotion. In fact, the act of expressing emotion itself gives the sufferer some sense of mastery, even if he or she is not particularly gifted.” I don’t doubt patients “lose the sense of being overwhelmed and regain some measure of control,” but that sense may be merely an illusion of control. It’s like having one more cookie, one more cigarette, or one more drug dose. One more of any lust only adds to the law of diminishing marginal returns.

When you act on satisfying your lust, you’ve just practiced losing more control. How can you gain control and lose control at the same time? How can a symptom be a cure at the same time? For example; focus on a man who lusts after women and has no respect for them. An outward sign of this “helplessness” would be pornography. Would more pornography be the answer to his gaining control over his lust?

Expression may possibly be slavery towards a master. Such things like punching a pillow to vent anger, wasting time painting idle pictures, or enjoying a temper tantrum by slapping bumpers stickers displaying your hatred towards people who hold a political position you oppose, reveals evidence of being mastered by the object expressed. It may feel good to create outlets for these pressures, but is a feeling trustworthy evidence of self-control? They can’t be when self-deception is so easy.

An alcoholic can sincerely believe s/he has drinking under control. An abusive spouse can sincerely believe he has self-control. A psychologist or psychiatrist can sincerely believe he/she has mastery over his/her patient. If a patient comes along who is of greater intelligence and has more knowledge about human behavior than his/her counselor, the reality then is the counselor unknowingly is the patient while the patient is actually the counselor. The difference however is that in this role reversal, the so-called patient is not trying to help his/her licensed therapist. Instead, he/she is probably having fun playing with this novel living toy.

Maybe we’re being shown an example of this in the move, “What About Bob?” with Bill Murray and Richard Dreyfuss. Bob Wiley does sanity while being crazy and, Dr. Leo Marvin does crazy while being sane. The principle can be summed up in the nutshell by Bob Wiley when he said to Dr. Leo Marvin, “Well, if I fake it then I don’t have it.”

Believing the best in people sounds like something a con artist would desire others to do so they can use their victims. People can be manipulated easily into feeling guilty if they don’t comply to this. A con artist has much more difficulty to fool suspicious and non-credulous targets compared to unsuspecting and trusting ones. This is what makes children so easily taken advantage of while old folks see through cons faster. However, this is all generally speaking. There are plenty of old folks who get conned easily. Those are the ones who think they are good people because they think the best of others. Those who aged with wisdom aren’t sucked in quite so quickly.

Don’t trust yourself even if you think loving yourself is the best reason you are pursuing your goals. It’s actually the worst. As psychologically incorrect as it might sound due to tons of misinformation, the beginning of life’s best offers cannot happen until there becomes an abhorrence for self. Why and in what way?

Pride is a cruel slave master; it’s in love with self. A healthy self-esteem loves self just like the diseased type does. Unfortunately one of the symptoms of a diseased self-esteem is that it carries the most blind type of love that exists! It just might be the only terminal illness that’s actually enjoyed and embraced by humanity! Until the heart receives radiation treatment, its malignant activity will never permit a newly humbled one to beat with purity.

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