Writing as a Tool for Transformation

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"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be."
— Lao Tzu

I am currently on day 19 of my 40-day fast, wondering if it will really end on day 40—or if I’ll be having a liquid Thanksgiving. The fast will only end when all solid matter is cleansed from my body. Every day this week, I’ve released decades’ worth of mucoid plaque, biofilm, impacted fecal matter, and God only knows what else, with no sign of it stopping. How could it all have fit in one small colon? How long has this been accumulating? How many viruses and pathogens have been trapped behind that mucoid plaque? At only 5’5”, how much space could there possibly be?

Many things have transpired during this fast. A patch of red, raised lumps—what I believe is ringworm—that has appeared on my hand on and off for ten years has all but vanished. This signifies that something systemic has cleared from my gut. My chronic back pain continues to be eradicated from my life. My skin has returned to a more youthful glow, and my hair is fuller. The EMF sensitivity that has plagued me for years is vastly improved, and I can now sit in front of the computer for up to four hours without issue.

But perhaps the most significant shift has been the spiritual clarity that has revealed my purpose. Each pound of mucoid plaque released is like a mental windshield wiper clearing away the wet leaves and dirt that accumulate after a storm.

Finally, I understand that writing my story has been the glue holding me together over the last ten years. Somewhere deep inside, I knew I’d survive, and the most valuable thing I could bring back was the gift of giving others the tools I found. As my fast nears its end, so does my book, Awakening in the Age of Metals—the behemoth tale of this extraordinary odyssey I’ve been on since that mystical moment in Los Angeles when I collided with my higher path and began a road of solitary destruction and surrender. Writing my story has been a gift, one I intend to share with a wider audience now that I have the mental clarity and physical strength to do so, thanks to my deep commitment to rebuilding my microbiome through fasting and spiritual deprogramming.

The unwinding of belief systems has been the key to leading myself from where I was—bedridden with mercury-induced dementia for three years—to where I am now: physically strong, emotionally grounded, and spiritually awake. The rehabilitation of my microbiome will take another year or so and won’t be without its challenges. After all, who can resist the smell of cooked food! But rehabilitating the gut requires a dedication to raw eating, so I’ll be the one at dinner eating just a salad for a while. I know it may take some time to fully relieve myself of all symptoms and medications, but for once, I have no doubt that day is coming.

That said, I plan on sharing my extensive knowledge of eating-to-heal, detoxification, and storytelling with those who feel lost in the confusing trenches of chronic illness. It is a thorny, miserable place to be, and doing it alone doesn’t work. We need a team, coaching, guidance, mentorship, and love. That can’t be stressed enough. I often think my road to recovery would not have been as long if I hadn’t tried to be a lone wolf for so much of it. Now, I am in a position to help others, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.

How Writing Can Turn Trauma into Triumph

When I ease myself into my writing chair and merge with reflections on what I’ve experienced, something about my current struggle lifts. By revisiting and documenting the past, I am not just a participant but an observer. Doing so allows me to offer compassion and humor to the person grappling with the loss of everything they knew to be true. It’s a way of returning to the scene of the crime as a hero to the wounded parts of myself. Sitting in my cabin, surrounded by thick forest, I am comforted by the sounds of my loving wife in the kitchen and our cat begging for treats at her feet. The roar of the fire reminds me that the spirits have guided me here, giving me the strength to go back in time and save my younger self from wallowing in the despair of a full-body and mind breakdown.

Knowing what I know now, after years of detoxification and trauma work, it’s no surprise that my body was ripe for injury or illness. The fact that it was a vaccine injury that contributed to my spiritual awakening was no mistake.

For those of you out there grappling with the discipline, courage, or will to lead yourself through the kind of healing that writing provides, I can hold your hand through the process. Together we will use writing as a tool to transform trauma into triumph—no matter how deep in the trenches you feel you are. Writing is your path to freedom.

Fingers crossed: twenty-one days until solid food. I’ll meet you at the finish line, pen in hand.

I AM THE MASTER OF MY MIND AND BODY