Salt Water Cleanse

You were warned earlier in the week that this day would come, and just like we’re seeing what’s happening in Australia when warnings are ignored, I’m about to write an intimate piece on my bowels. You may remember that I said my first attempt at making my own beer had failed and how it had forced me to become well acquainted with any nearby toilet I could find, well this went on until arguably Thursday. Yesterday my guts still seemed to be arguing with each other and because it had been a while today seemed like a good day for a clean.

There are various articles online describing more or less the same approach to a salt water cleanse. I learnt how to do it at a Rainbow Gathering in the Tasmanian bush about eight years ago and then discovered it again when doing a yoga course in India. I had a few years before this tried colonic hydrotherapy so lets say I’ve always been a fan. When I arrived in Australia I came from Burma and at some point in my month there I had eaten something which only upset my stomach for a couple of days but gave me the most horrendous smelly farts. A friend described it as if I was just oozing rot and decay with each puff. When I heard of the shitting / salt water cleanse workshop I was all in. Let’s just say I saw things that day that’ll never leave me, scars imprinted in the recesses of memory. A boy became a man.

It’s quite a simple procedure actually. It is important to do this on an empty stomach, so a light meal the night before and perform the cleanse prior to breakfast. Boil two litres of water, dissolve 2-3 teaspoons of mineral salt per litre – very important here not to use ordinary table salt as minerals in proper salt are important – and let it cool so it is warm but comfortable to drink. You drink half a litre and then do a series of five different yoga asanas dynamically, in repetitions of eight per asana, to help the water move through the body. These asanas are; Tadasana, Tiryaka Tadasana, Kati Chakrasana, Tiryaka Bhujangasana and Udarakarshanasana, I haven’t put them as links because I’m lazy and you’re capable of pressing copy and paste into an internet search engine. You then drink another half litre and repeat until you feel it impossible to hold in. Usually for me that is a litre and a half, but first couple of times was two litres. Even once you have released the trap door that first time I would still recommend you continuing to work through the asanas to help flush anything else out. Whatever stays inside of you will just be urinated out and I’m sure it’ll do the urethra no harm getting a little cleanse too.

I’m not suggesting for a second I’m a doctor and there are all sorts of articles online making all kinds of claims regarding health and mental improvement. I make no comment on them either way as I only know what I have experienced which is that when required it does seem to have completely flushed out whatever was inside my gut doing all the damage. In the early days too I did notice that it was a good indicator of foods which maybe didn’t suit me, such as dairy products which I immediately felt a little sick from and interestingly alcohol which I lost all desire for. I have ignored both those messages from my body clearly but it was interesting to see and maybe one day I’ll do something about them. The only thing I would say which could be a potential negative is that if it is flushing out the bad bacteria does that mean it is also flushing out the good bacteria, and that must be a genuine concern which I unfortunately don’t know the answer to. I have just started to read a book called Gut by Giulia Enders which seems really interesting, I am going to email her and see if she has any insight that she may like to share with me. It is also important to stress that for the rest of the day eating a very plain diet is important as the stomach has just gone through quite the workout. I have just enjoyed the most delicious soaked oats.

Poison

It is a shame that having done so well and in a way turned the corner with my piece the day after Tomorrow – you see what I did there – as that was supposed to be the one which was the beginning of a new era in mini blog piece writing. Yesterday the mind was dying of death, an alcohol related death. Being thirty four years of age, the hangovers are different to just five years ago. It is remarkable though because when younger, those both hungover and older than I, sometimes commented on how easy it was for me regarding hangovers and how much worse they get as you age. While I didn’t disbelieve them it is easy to admit to not being fully appreciative of what they were saying. If anyone reading this over the age of thirty I am sure I have your understanding sympathy and for those below thirty ignore me at your peril. For now and for a few years my hangovers don’t just last one day, there is at least two full days of not feeling quite right after a good drinking session. After a three day stag party it is a week of actual genuine illness. The body has been poisoned, and we’ve done it to ourselves.

I was listening to a podcast today, the guest being someone whose name I have forgotten but he directed the documentary The Cove about the Japanese murder of thousands of dolphins each year. It is a famous documentary but if you haven’t watched it I suggest strongly you do. He was saying in the podcast about how the Japanese eat dolphin meat, even putting it in school menus and recommending it to pregnant women. Ignoring the fact that we just shouldn’t kill let alone eat such beautiful and intelligent creatures, dolphin meat also contain dangerously high levels of mercury. Ultimately the Japanese people are being poisoned and poisoning themselves. We have poisoned the seas, we eat cows full of steroids and hormones, soya from burnt deforested rainforest and puss filled milk which three-quarter of the worlds population don’t even contain the right enzymes to break down. Lets be honest, hit thirty and hangover may last two days but if it takes about three months to flush mercury out of your system I suspect those hops are the least of our worries. It’s times like these that I make numerous vows and very rarely follow them through. What is it again about being human, being human and self-destructive. Our daily mission to poison ourselves and those around us.