This story is about my own experience of chemical poisoning which occurred some years after being poisoned with, and recovering from, 245T.
I was fortunate that I had Walter Last’s teachings to help me, but I had to work out much of my own treatment this time round, as sensitivites were so great that I could eat very few of the foods which had proved successful on Walter’s diet.
This chronic candida was brought on by my own folly in the 1980’s . I was living on Waiheke Island, New Zealand. I had the opportunity to buy a house which would reduce my mortgage considerably. While the house was under contract, the house burnt down. As if that wasn’t warning enough from my invisible guides, I went ahead and purchased the house for the section value. I was tempted because the property was a large one – a third of an acre – which would give us plenty of room for a garden. I also had ideas for using the foundations of the burnt-out house to rebuild a house there. The building inspector refused to allow this, which was another warning I paid no heed to. I bought a small cottage from the mainland and had it moved over by ferry, and then by crane, to sit on top of the foundations and floor boards which was all that was left of the original house. This was permissible according to the rules at the time, as the building was on skids, which meant that it was regarded as a temporary dwelling, although my actions did not make the building inspector very happy at all. “It looks a blimmin mess, Merrilyn”, he said.
I began clearing the property of all the burnt debris. This mission proved to be the enormous undoing of my health and that of my youngest child who was not yet going to school. He was accompanying me daily to the site.
The house had had an asbestos roof, and this had literally exploded when the house went up in smoke. In the explosion, a great quantity of plastic material in the form of wrecked appliances had fused with other materials in the heat. These toxic materials lay about in the mountain of poisonous ash all over the floor of the building. Pieces of asbestos, large and small, and ash, were scattered over the extent of the property.
I began clearing the property, with my son’s help. I ordered a huge waste bin, and began filling it with barrow loads of ash and asbestos.
It wasn’t long before we both were extremely sick. Our eyes were bloodshot, the pupils almost non-existent, we both had chronic diaorrhea, the tissues of my nose had broken down and were bleeding constantly, and I was beginning to have fainting spells. These were very alarming, as I was suddenly paralyzed, rendered incapable of moving at all, and would have to lie on the ground until the paralysis passed. The mental anguish was terrible. I was barely hanging on to sanity. During these attacks, which I noticed came on whenever I visited the property, my heart would race so hard I thought it would stop.
The other important factor was that I could not eat anything much at all without a thick coating of candida covering my tongue. This would happen as soon as the food touched my lips. I thought I would surely die, if not from poisoning, then from starvation.
Once we went across on the ferry to Auckland. The fumes of the main street were suddenly too much for me and I collapsed on the street. I had worked out, simply by experimenting, that two aspirin alleviated these dreadful symptoms almost immediately. Garlic, calcium ascorbate powder and kawakawa leaves also averted complete collapse. So my son ran into a shop to get some of the only thing readily available in High Street of an afternoon- two aspirin, which I took right away.
By the time I had taken the aspirin, an ambulance had arrived to take me to hospital. At the hospital, a heart specialist told me that I had a heart condition called tachycardia, which is more or less a racing heart. The heart rate he monitored was nothing like the speed at which it was going before I took the aspirin. I wasn’t tested for poisoning of the blood at this stage, but told to go and see my doctor for some heart medecine.
I did not visit a doctor. I knew there was nothing wrong with my heart: these weird symptoms had all come on when I had started work at the section where the house with the asbestos roof had burnt down. And now, I was unable to step on the property at all because I would collapse if I did. I knew my recovery depended upon my own efforts entirely: no one else except myself knew what conditions had caused my physical demise, and so I was sure that the best person to evaluate my health, and rebuild it, was myself.
So I sold up. Sold what gear my friends and children could retrieve for me, and sold the property.
We went to Queensland and lived in caravan parks for six months until I recovered. This was extremely hard work, especially with other menacing hazards to consider in the Australian environment, like hidden cockroach and ant killers. Even the celery was different to New Zealand celery. New Zealand grown celery had been the perfect food, even if it was not organically produced, but I began to get a toxic reaction to the poisons which I could taste on the Australian grown celery. (Note – this does not mean that NZ celery is always safe to use – farming chemicals change from year to year, and from farm to farm. I have since bought celery here in NZ which has been virtually inedible because of the insecticide on it) So organic celery had to be sought, which I found at the Eumundi markets. It was not always possible to get to the markets to keep a constant supply, so I alternated eating this with bunches of non-organic stuff and took castor oil and calcium ascorbate Vitamin C to counteract the poison. Each day I had to work hard at staying alive. It took months before I began to feel that I might live.
The diet was not really a ‘diet’ – I ate the only things I was able to eat without rampant candida infection taking over my mouth and affecting the whole of my being. These things were CELERY, celery and more celery, TUNA FISH IN OIL and GARLIC. At first, these foods were all I could eat. Nothing else. But I was grateful I had been guided to the things which at least kept me alive without suffering. After a few weeks, I found I could add almonds to the diet, but I had to be careful with these and not eat too many.
I took CASTOR OIL, two tablespoons, at least twice a week and used ENEMAS almost every day for the first couple of months or so. After a couple of months I was able to add fresh lettuce to the diet. I could not take any cooked food except for the tinned tuna. This was, in the main, a raw food diet which worked as a detoxification mainatenance diet.
After about six months of the celery, tuna, lettuce, and garlic diet, I knew I had improved dramatically. With this realization came the insight that cooked broccoli would be tolerable and healthful for me. Sure enough, cooked broccoli was ok now. I think I introduced two raw egg yolks into the diet at this stage. These foods were safe for me now: I got none of the reactions I had had even three months earlier on these foods. I still had to be careful though. Sprouted grains and beans were still problematic because of the yeasts which they grow on them: with the soaking of grains and beans, the fermentation process starts right away. This is why they are unsuitable for people who have chronic candida due to chemical poisoning.
No other foods were tolerable until after about a year of sticking to my own dietary regime.
Supplements I used to help in healing this condition were LYSINE and VITAMIN C CALCIUM ASCORBATE POWDER. The common Vitamin C tablets,which most people use, were no use at all, as they fed the candida in the mouth. I took doses of 1000mg of calcium ascorbate two or three times a day, generally at mealtimes. If I had a reaction to a food, then I would take the third dose of 1000mg.
HALIBUT LIVER OIL was also useful- after a month or so on my celery diet, I began taking these. I would occasionally take two aspirin if I the candida reappeared: sometimes it did through eating lettuce which was not fresh enough.
After I recovered, I read somewhere that fish oil is great for removing toxins from the blood. I think this is why the tuna in oil was just the right food for me. No other tinned fish would do. Sardines, which I had used frequently when following Walter Last’s advice for the 245T poisoning, were not tolerable. Sardines and all other fish gave me a thick coating of candida in the mouth immediately it touched the mouth. I visited Walter Last in Australia while I was recovering. He thought that the reason the tuna fish in oil was so healing in this instance was that it was rich in iodine. Personally, I am sure it was the oil which made it tolerable, as no other fish was tolerable until about a year of following my celery-tuna diet. Tuna is also a large deep water fish which possibly has less mercury and other contaminants in its flesh than smaller fish which live closer to land. Whatever the reason, tuna in oil was the answer.
I practiced the exercise which I have recorded under “Maximize your Prana Intake’, three times EVERY day, without fail. I also did a lot of singing of Praises from the wee hymn book I had with me, did a lot of Buddhist chanting, and read numerous beautiful stories to my two young boys. A short run every evening, on the grass around the park, became part of my daily routine after about three months. All these things helped greatly to aid my recovery and enhance spiritual awareness and well-being.
At some stage in these six months I went for a medical check up in Nambour, more or less to document the effects of the sugar cane spraying which was going on near us at the time. (Soon after, we moved further north, away from this environmental hazard) The doctor examined my sinuses. She was horrified, because all the lining had been burnt out of my nostrils. She was quite angry and suggested that I might be a coccaine addict. Nothing I could do or say would alter her judgement, I felt: my story of just how my sinus membranes had become totally shot was just so unbelievable, I didn’t even try to convince her otherwise. I have NEVER touched coccaine in my life: breathing a mixture of asbestos and plastic dust, mercury and lead-laden paint, and formaldehyde, from burnt particle board in one section of the house, gave me nostrils such as any cocaine addict might never experience.
I got a blood test done by a naturopath after some time of following my own detox regime. Mercury was still on the high side of ‘normal’. I believe I had eliminated most of the mercury and other poisons at this stage.
And this is how I suffered and conquered the third major health crisis in my life. It could easily have been avoided if I had paid heed initially to the idea that I shouldn’t have been worrying about material concerns. And to be opting for material gain at the expense of my own and my family’s health was sheer madness. What I had in the first place was perfectly fine.