What’s
Your Local Farmer Up Too?
Being surrounded by working farms keeps me connected to my
roots and to the reality of the first phase of the process of where our food is
obtained. We not only are surrounded by milking barns but the countless fields
that it takes to provide for their feed and inevitably our food source. The
corn and soy are planted in the early spring when the farmer can start the
process of plowing and planting his fields after the rains. This year the
fields looked particularly brown before planting time. It seemed different than
other years with an earie death and beelined stillness that harbored the fields.
It’s true that any amount of green that once peeked through the spring soil is
killed before a new crop is planted. There needs to be no competition for the
new seedlings that are trying to thrive along with any outstanding weeds that
may choke out their new existence. It is a process all too common to the farmer
who is constantly looking at his bottom-line and the profit he will make in the
upcoming year.
I really hadn’t given much thought to this yearly ritual,
until I took my morning trek across our back field to feed and water our ducks.
While returning to the house, I became extremely disorientated. My eyes and
lips burned and my survival instincts kicked into high gear. The morning sun
was beginning to pierce its way onto our dew lite pasture. I was wearing a
light jacket and my fuzzy thoughts were that I needed to remove it before I lost
consciousness. No one was home and the reality was it would be some time before
they found me. My thoughts became more hazy and unclear but I kept my usual
path to the house, stopping occasionally to hang onto a fence post. It seemed
like I entered a realm of slow motion as I finally reached the front porch with
a threatening feeling of brain damage. I finally entered the house and spent the
next two weeks in a constant haze.
In what I consider to be my older and wiser years, I have
learned to research before going to a doctor who I know would inevitable order
a vast amount of testing and probably put me on some drugs that would get me
through this event, but have secondary contraindications, that would tax my
organs, and immune system. I have learned to implement plan A which is natural
and homeopathic means first and then follow up if needed with plan B or traditional medicine as a last resort. My instincts
knew that I needed to Detox my body from the poisons that I had ingested from
the high exposure to the neighboring farmers field.
Research was excruciating while trying to navigate with extreme
brain fog, but I was able to locate the diet that I had used previously for
thyroid detox by Dr. K. which I started immediately. A few days later, I made
an appointment with my wonderful Christian Chiropractor realizing the
importance of being in alignment for my body to react properly to the detox
diet and healing that I was about to embark. Next, I scheduled an appointment with
my massage therapist who is a lovely Godly gentle soul with not only gifted
hands from God but an educated gifted mind toward healing the body naturally.
My hour-long session was painful as the toxins were flowing through my body and
I ached from head to toe. She worked on me to release what she could in the
first session and asked me to come back a few days later sending me home with
instructions to soak in a warm- hot bath with 3 cups of Epson Salts for no more
than 20 minutes daily. Between this diet, my daily baths, and my once a month
visit to my chiropractor and message therapist, I am slowly returning to
normal. Life is once again looking exciting and I have a new-found perspective
on keeping my body healthy and eating to
live rather than living to eat.
In perfect timing, my yearly visit to my physician was
right after this event. I explained what had happened, she listened intently not
only what I had lived through, but how I treated this toxic event naturally, but
most importantly, she looked intently at the information I shared about the
practices that the farmers were encouraged to use on our food sources and told
me that I unequivocally needed to go somewhere else during next year’s planting
season.
CONCLUSION: As I drive through the lush green fields of towering
green corn stalks and miles of deep green low-lying fields of soy beans, I can still
see the beauty as I travel the miles of green coverage, but for me they hold a different
meaning that has been devalued over the course of time. It’s seems that little
thought has been taken into consideration that we are slowly poisoning our self
through our air, soil, and through the food chain all for the bottom-line of
the greed funneled through the American farmer that has been given a free pass
through the FDA and our government run Pharmaceuticals at the expense of our health
and existence …
