Often
when people hear the words colon cleansing they conjure up all sorts of images of
buckets and water hoses and volcanic eruptions and bad smells. I used to be a
skeptic myself until I was forced to take a hard look at my health. I was
diagnosed with Parkinson’s just a few weeks ago. I was shocked. How could I
have Parkinson? That was an old person’s disease. All I did was go to the
doctor to ask about the occasional trembling of my right hand, and two days
later I had a brain MRI and was told I had this debilitating disease. I became
ill just at the thought that I could have such an illness and stayed in bed for
two days feeling sorry for myself.
On
the third day I got up and snapped out of my depression. I embraced my disease
and went online and read everything about Parkinson’s and its symptoms and
learned that it was a degenerative brain disease. The word degenerative was
interesting; we were all degenerating, some faster than others, but all getting
older nevertheless. I had a decision to make. I was told that Parkinson’s
wasn’t something to play with. That I was in the early stages and if I took the
conventional medication early enough that the disease could still be halted.
Colon cleansing treatment a gift
I
decided to go the wellness route first. I would try natural and alternative
remedies recommended to me by a homeopath or naturopath and first see how well
that went before turning to conventional medicine. As it happened, I met a
couple who practiced natural healing and these people said to me that they
could help me. I was skeptical, and told them that there was no free lunch, and
I was happy to pay for the treatment. They said, no, they wanted nothing; only
that if I could help someone else in the future, that I should help them.
The
treatment
I
placed my faith in them and saw them every day for a week, drank the clay and
husk mixture, drank the banana, apple and mango smoothies, ate the seven nutty
ingredients which I ground in a grinder and sprinkled over fruit and Greek
yoghourt. One of the treatments for this healing of my mind, my soul, my heart,
my wellbeing, included having a colon cleansing which was done in serene
surroundings where you had a pleasant lukewarm water rinse-out of the colon.
This took about twenty minutes and the only shock I experienced was the shock
of seeing how much unwanted waste we all carried around; it gave new meaning to
the word impacted – pounds and pounds of hardened matter, weighing our bodies
down, making us feel ill with all the toxins.
A
colon cleanse was a way to remove waste and toxins. I had been scared to have
it, but with more knowledge of the procedure my fear was groundless. Patients
came out of the water room with smiling faces. The water lady was a sweet woman
who inserted the thin little plastic probe, made sure the towel covered my
knees, told me to relax and that she would be just outside the door if I needed
her. You do this on your own, she said, because you heal yourself as you let go
of all this muck. Think of your brain, the same shape as a walnut. Imagine new
cells forming and regenerating your brain. As I drove home I thanked God for
putting these people in my path. It is only two weeks ago that I have met them,
but already their kindness has borne fruit. A few days after my first colon
cleansing everyone who saw me commented on my healthy appearance.
