I'm about to complete my first month and this has been a transformation I will never forget. What started out as a physical detox has evolved into mental and spiritual one. I have so much energy that I am cutting my neighbor's yard and mines. I still suffer with insomnia, but that's a blog entry all by itself. I am now 13 pounds lighter and I feel fantastic. As soon as I thought I was in the clear all hell broke loose. All the things, thoughts and habits that I thought I had tucked away in the closet of my mind came out for me to deal with one more time.
It reminded me of this biblical parable:
There once was a man who lived in filth, he stunk of body order and most importantly he was accompanied by a demon. This demon taunted him and thrived in the confusion of mess and hoarding. Then one day the man got tired of dealing with this demon and decided to clean up his act... literally. So he got busy cleaning his house, his body and threw away all the trash. The demon was angered and had to leave, because he could not live in a clean environment. Once the demon left, the man began to enjoy life again and wondered why he had not done this earlier.
Some time passed and he had gotten use to his new life when suddenly a knock on the door startled him. When he answered the door it was the demon, but this time he was not alone. The demon went to and fro and found 7 more demons to attack the man.
Lesson: Making the decision to change, grow and transform means that a battle is at hand between the lower self and the higher self. The old will not go out without a fight and just when you think you have it all together... the worst has yet to come. So be prepared for the real aftermath and whatever you do... don't give up. Know that when something good is on the way, a tribulation will have to be overcome before the reward is granted. Can you weather the storm? Like all storms, the Sun will eventually shine through and victory is at hand.

. I could not believe how powerful that olive oil was. Every time I thought I was going to get the chance to escape for my freedom like a run-away slave, the rain of pain came down again. I was a prisoner in my own bathroom. After reading my National Geographic magazine a couple of times, I began to feel some relief. 


