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Thanks to Brandon Brazier and his lovely book The Thrive Diet for introducing me to the recipe for these energy bars and thank you to Hanli for first showing me the book (sometimes I take a while to learn lessons, hehe).

I basically used the first energy bar recipe as a base and then added my own tasties to suit me. Added shelled hemp seeds and LOADS of Maca powder, as well as some cranberries, sultanas, sunflower seeds, raisins and a few other tasties.

Can’t believe I somehow thought I needed to make eighty bars rather than forty! Ten days, four bars a day…FORTY bars Nathan! Hehe, have to laugh, I had fun anyways:)!

No-one told me snow fell so silently, brought silence with it, coated everything in silence, left silence in its wake. The silence allows space for the One, the I to observe, unobstructed by the surface chattering of ego self. All that is left is this gentle love, this silent and slightly amused awareness. Nice:)

Here I am mere days away from my next adventure! Last night I made myself a test batch of raw energy bars, using Brandon Brazier’s recipe from his book the Thrive Diet as a guideline and then adding my own stuff to it (hemp seeds, maca, sultanas). Had to use my blender as a food processor which is always interesting, because too fast and you’ve got baby food. Suffice to say…they turned out AMAZING, yay!Now I only have to make another seventy of them and I’ll be all good to go, hehe.

I have a black garbage bag full of clothes, shoes and items I’m letting go of. I’m streamlining my possessions. Discarding layers of material baggage, allowing myself to be light and flexible again. This is what it means to float, to drift like a seed on the wind, floating in trust until the time is right to settle in the Earth and let roots discover life beneath the surface.

So Nathan, what are you doing with your life?

Being

“Oh fuck, I’m dying! How did I end up here, shirtless on the floor, sweating and moaning as my face begins to swell and my body is wracked with pain?”
Let go Nathan, remember to breathe, you know why you’re here.
“My intent is to heal. My intent is to heal. My intent is to heal. Oh god please, my intent is to heal.”

Kambo. The Frog Medicine.

I’m not going to go into the history of Kambo, if you’re interested you can look it up yourself (gotta love google). Suffice to say it is an Amazonian medicine harvested from the back of a highly toxic frog (which is not harmed in the process).

Basically the medicine gives your immune system a massive boost and clears negative energy while realigning chakras and strengthening organs. To do this it pumps your blood pressure through the roof then drops it through the floor and purges toxins from your body, which came out of me in a projectile stream from my mouth (this is expected). I truly can’t describe how intense the sensations which I experienced were, it is beyond words and no-one who told me about their experiences could have prepared me for mine.

I am now recovering and feeling much better although my face is still a little bit swollen. I feel different but i can’t say how just yet. I’ll let you know when I know!

The Universe has been gifting me with such powerful learning experiences recently and I feel like it must all be adding up to something…

I have the honour of being a guest blogger on Lovely Raw-La-La’s incredible blog on her journeys exploring the world of health and wellbeing.

We have both been exploring similar pathways and have re-introduced some animal products into our diets, as well as no longer associating with calling ourselves Raw-Fooders. For me it’s no longer about  being 100% anything other than nurturing to myself and the world. If I need to eat some cooked food or raw milk prepared with love to be nurtured, well I’m happpppy to do so:).

If you’d like to read my article on Lauren’s blog, please go visit Sweet Raw-La-La’s world.

Thank you again Lauren for inviting me to share, you are an inspiring light!

Love is all, all is Love
inJOY

A bored-looking man’s footsteps take him from the dryers to the washer’s and to the dryers again, pacing back and forth before me. I twiddle the toes at the end of my legs, which are stretched out before me as I sit on this bench in the back corner of a launderette in Brighton.

Beneath the washed-out glow of these fluorescent lights and surrounded by the whirring hum of washing machines I have created comfort for myself. Beside me lie the half-eaten remains of a make-shift dinner consisting of yellow peppers, hemp miso, organic parsley and a box of alfalfa sprouts.

I have a good book, good food, my feet up and I’m warm. What more can we ask for?

As I stand folding my clothes a woman comments on them and says that she has never seen someone take such care or fold clothes so well. I feel a glow of pride as another woman says she thinks her son could learn a thing or two from me. Who knew that Angels hung out in launderettes just waiting to make my day?

The sound of raindrops pattering staccato notes on the hood of my raincoat  as I stride the streets of Brighton only serves to add to my sensation of safety, of being alone and warm within myself; my waterproof jacket and my waterproof bag protecting me from the wetness, allowing me to enjoy rather than fear the beautiful weather.

I walked from Shazzie’s house (where I’m staying until I find a place to live) to Lewes, which turned out to be about 7 miles…farther than I expected. It was my day off and I needed to get into town to meet a friend of a friend named Basia…and also to buy some food, look for a car and locate new socks (look in the photo of my pack’s contents and you can see my brand new blue socks).

Meeting with Basia was lovely. We met on the bridge in Lewes; she was wearing violet and carrying a basket, I had a green backpack and a big smile. She took me to a tucked away cafe for lunch and I mean down an alleyway, at the other side of a courtyard, through an unmarked door kind of tucked away, straight into a warm, glowing, low-roofed and tiny room packed with people enjoying lunch and humming conversation. The kind of place you could search for forever and never find, serving home-cooked meals and fresh green living salads and something authentic you just couldn’t fake. I drank tea which smelled and tasted of pine smoke, and enjoyed chatting with my new friend Basia. She has some friends who may have a place for me to stay…sounds perfect, we shall see.

Brighton called my name so I listened, hopped on a train and made my way over. £3.90 for a return ticket is most reasonable! I had a meeting with a man about a car as I’ve decided to buy one (commuting on a bicycle is just not an option, ha-ha). First I met with another new friend and got to meet her lovely children, who knew how to share.

After looking at the car and deciding to view it again before deciding what to do about buying it, I wandered on my way and passed by and then into the Launderette you found me in at the beginning of my story.

May I tell you about Synchronicity? Synchronicity number

1. I woke up at four am yesterday morning to lightning and thunder and wind screaming through the frenziedly whipping trees, to the rain battering itself into oblivion against the glass windows above the couch I’m sleeping on. Shouting in my head was the realization that I had to buy a car. I now work in the middle of nowhere and there is no way for me to remain mobile without transport. I lay there feeling confused and uncertain as to what to do. Checking car prices and availability on the internet seemed a good idea so I opened up my PC and there, in my email inbox, was an email from confused.com with the title:
   Confused.com’s savvy seasonal motor tips
   It was all about buying a car and getting good prices, etc. I mean, COME ON! If that isn’t a clear sign, then I don’t know what is.
2. The people Basia was telling me about who might have a place to stay…well, I was reading an article in Shazzie’s magazine Passion this evening, and it turned out to be about a man who cured himself of testicular cancer using alternative healing, raw food, etc. In the article he mentioned doing ayahuasca ceremonies (I’m doing my first one this Saturday). He then spoke about his partner Katie and I suddenly clicked that this must be who Basia had been talking about! Crazy coincidence, yes?
3. In the same magazine I read about eating locally, as in only eating foods which are produced within a 100mile radius. This makes huge sense to me as it must save SO much on fuel and energy! Then I see my friend Lauren’s profile status and she’s talking about exactly that!

It is as though everything is condensing and all the manifestations are happening faster and faster and all the people who are connected are even MORE connected. The network of magic which connects us all is strengthening and washing more and more into our conscious reality and we are preparing for some kind of shift.

A change is coming.

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