WARNING… Raw juice blog can be opinionated, explicit & raw. “The universities do not teach all things, so a doctor must seek out old wives, gypsies, sorcerers, wandering tribes, old robbers, and such outlaws and take lessons from them. A doctor must be a traveler… Knowledge is experience.” Paracelsus
It is very easy to nourish yourself in a cloud forest and create abundance in abundance. But what about when you’re injured in a gloomy cottage in cloudy England.
Well that was me at the start of the year.
I instinctively used food as medicine and went entirely raw. I followed a version of the RN-Cleanse and then continued raw but included meat! Could I have insulted my pre-2012 vegan self anymore!?!
Raw steak, raw milk and raw eggs was 90% my diet for 3 weeks.
Alongside weight training and Naturo Medicine formulas – I felt fantastic. Like I could climb a mountain and fight a bear. I was walking again in 4 days. Healed in 4 weeks and made plans for the next 4 decades! Kidding but I probably could have directed that terminator energy into a grand project.
The most fascinating part of the injury was the mental belief behind it. Witnessing life through a real naturo lens – all physical injury has mental emotional roots.
As an empath – like every clinician within the Naturo Clinic I often feel other people’s pain in my body. A blessing in emergency medicine or for the undiagnosed but a curse when I’m around f@ckwits! Hence my refined radar to discern those who are not integral. The mental belief in my direct environment was rigidity and stuck-ness. Fixed with criticism and neglect. It wasn’t even my mental belief… sure I reflected and self enquired with quantum coachi Naturo Pro Lilli, to dive deep and address where I was rigid. But after facilitation, there was no denying that it was projected pain from a disabled lady I was assisting. Engrossed in such severe PTSD she created a prison for herself.
We all create our own prisons but this particular one was extremely toxic. In just a few days I gave my power away to her drama. I over stepped my own boundary causing injury. Self inflicted pain to accommodate someone else’s.
In short ‘Good girl’ programming of doing “the right thing” and keeping your word, yet over delivering literally injured me! Sass pants me! Still subjected to a program. No!!! Yes! Shit.
Every cloud has a silver lining.. the injury intensified on a ski trip, forcing me to speak up, break my arrangement and reaffirm my boundaries. Speaking up to someone highly manipulative yet conversely vulnerable – changed me. It freed a restriction, a hold on my throat that enabled me to speak up not just to her but to every other person who was taking advantage in even the slightest way, in every area of my life.
Needless to say, I was pretty unpopular that week! I felt pretty awful too. Why does nobody talk about victory pain.. I felt expanded and painful at the same time. Like I needed to hide away for a day. To which I did. My boyfriend arrived home from a 4 month stint in Saudi Arabia just in time to catch me and I indulged in all that is me. And us. Before stepping up and out. Finally liberated from the last invisible binds of collective female programming. And just like that, like nothing at all, good girl pleasing hanging on by a fickle thread, frayed and fell forever.
