There's a hidden sweetness
in the stomach's emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less.
If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music.
If the brain and belly are burning clean with fasting,
every moment a new song comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and a new energy makes you run up the steps in front of you.
Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry.
Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen.
When you're full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should,
a ugly metal statue in place of the Kaaba.
When you fast, good habits gather like friends who want to help.
Fasting is Soloman's ring.
Don't give it some illusion and lose your power.
But even if you've lost all will and control,
they come back to you when you fast, like soldiers appearing out of the ground,
pennants flying above them.
A table descends to your tents,
Jesus's table.
Expect to see it, when you fast, this table
spread with other food better
than the broth of cabbages.
So for me, yea that was the first sign. Next I went to go read a little bit about the master cleanse. I stumbled upon themastercleanse.org (hard not too, it was first on google)
Here I found that lots of other people were doing the cleanse together and sharing the experience. And they were starting on Monday, Today. I read this yesterday. Not only that, but after a few days of ease-in, the lemonade part starts on Thursday. Thursday was the exact day I was thinking I needed to start it, since those are my days off, and easiest to deal with the side effects of the cleanse. So that was enough. My wisdom over time, is realizing I only have to pay attention to the cues and signs to know the way.
I decided to break this up into different parts. In coming days I will explore..
My experience with doctors.
The unfortunate circumstances of Stanley Burroughs Achilles Heel.
The most unfortunate tragedy of the simple, pure and true, being traded for the complicated, fabricated, and false modern deception to satisfy namely one desire. Greed.
To Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness
p.s. they can't stop us all.

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