Blood type diet

Hello again fellow blood-type dieters.
I’ve been away for almost seven weeks. Why? Several reasons.
Recapping:
Someone asked “Where is Axel?”

No. His last email to me was on the 28th of March. I’ve sent him two
since then with not response. Hope that nothing bad has happened….
-Ryan

training… now drinking damiana, skullcap, pinch of valerian… a little
fennel… a pinch of worm wood… two black pepper pods… so sleepy…
This was in personal e-mail to Ryan Darius Partovi; actually, I’ve had a few
private e-mails with Ryan Darius Partovi (”Mr. Research”), and boy have we had
some conversation! BTW, you never wrote back to me after that last e-mail, Ryan.
<sniff

<<He used to be so prolific and all of a sudden he has disappeared.
Let’s hope he found that Biltong cavewoman he was always looking for and is too
busy to type!
–Dianne Waldman
I didn’t want to say it - glad you did.
–Thomas Dekany
That is being positive. Hope he did.
–Sharon Ferris
LOL - Yes, let’s hope that’s where he’s at.
–Jacqueline Kalab
We e-mailed off list when I was fighting the cold/sore throat, and he
said something about getting into some more mental avenues, I think.
Correct me if I’m wrong, Mr Hultman. We miss your prolific prose!
–E Long
No… no Biltong woman. I haven’t been active… because of a lot of things. I’m
the April Fool. On the first of April I ran into some women… yeah… but I
didn’t get love… I got some gourmet marijuana. Wow. This stuff was incredible.
I mean… I’ve always been a fan of the cannabis sativa indica plant… sucking
on that pipe/waterpipe/bong/whatever I take in that plant consciousness and
whoodiapfiejapfijaepfoiajw! I love plants. They are incredible. Thank you Mary
Jane, I love to suck in all your resinous goodness. This stuff was fire bud,
man. It brought me so high… my nervous system burns brightly, my mind begins
to race, everything is great, until I run down an association pathway that leads
me to a darker place… and even that is okay, because sometimes, especially
with these fire varieties I’ve been toking on, the altered consciousness helps
me explore my psyche… it also makes me more “sensitive”, this stuff is
definently a candidate for psi experimentation. I think the quality high is the
closest I can get to experiencing what life is like for the accomplished
psychotic. I’ve been sitting, quietly in my room or walking around the public
parks of Minneapolis, stoned and alone, contemplating what I am… who I am,
what we are, where we’re going… life. Issues. The world is troubled, so am
I… I have my own problems.
Yeah. This plant consciousness doesn’t help me sit down and go to the trouble of
writing. And it pushes me into a place so deep… I don’t really want to be
social. Does it really help? I don’t know, really. I think it does, in some
ways. I’m still nothing, after everything.
So then I got MORE gourmet bud… a different “kind”. That was really good too.
Interesting… at times I’ve gone a week without even logging on to look through
my mail, and I found out I was thinking a lot about buying tequila and
considering tequila varieties at my local liquor stores… coinciding with this
list’s discussion! Hmmmm… I found out that good, clear, 100% agave tequila
doesn’t seem to interfere with the marijuana’s high. Beer, especially dark beer,
however… cuts right through the cannabis consciousness. And the added
inescapable headache from beer (barley gluten lectins anyone?)… I’m learning.
Even when I’m smoking pot and drinking a beer… I’m learning.
I’ve also been holding back on you guys… I’ve been… eating my animal
foods… in a less than cooked state… actually… Raw. I admit it. I’ve been
eating raw meat. Mostly raw grass-fed red meat. Some lamb. Mostly raw beef. I
love it. I don’t like the texture, it can disintigrate well enough from thorough
mastication, but the connective tissue isn’t broken down from cooking… I get
these chewy wads in my mouth… I started eating animal flesh raw because I have
joined and have been reading a few other mailing lists. This is still my numero
uno list, because I’m a blood-type dieter more than anything else. I’m into the
raw now. How can I go back? There are some symptoms that resemble detox, very
possibly detox, from eating raw animal flesh. It makes sense… the electrical
charge, the purest energy contained within the physical remains of our animal
friends is abolished in the cooking process. The enzymes are destroyed. The more
the flesh is cooked the more de-natured it becomes, molecules warping, twisting,
becoming malformed and dysfunctional. Is it really any wonder the body will shed
parts of itself, on the cellular level, and greedily replace itself with this
pure, undenatured perfect protein? I think not.
Good health. The faculties of Mind are enhanced. The powers. The quickening of
the body, brain, mind, energy body… all are enhanced even more with raw flesh,
compared to cooked flesh. I don’t drink the blood accumulated at the bottom of
the defrosted container. I remember some notable athletes have drunk blood and
extracts from raw animal flesh… Bruce Lee quickly comes to mind. I can believe
it. True Power. In a way, this is the logical evolution for someone searching
for the value in eating the natural human diet. Respecting the animal in an even
more intimate way. I will take it into my own flesh completely unaltered. All
other species for the entirety of the earth’s history have been living this
way… before I ate my first bite of raw animal flesh I had to face the truth:
it is ridiculous to assert that cooking food before eating it is “natural”. It
is not. For some foods it is appropriate, www.beyondveg.com has very sane,
thorough, convincing articles about the entire range of human foods, and to
blindly follow the dietary concept of raw foodism and apply it to all foods is
foolishness. I still cook my kidneys and livers. But to say that animal flesh
should not be eaten raw, to have reservations against it beyond the emotional,
culturally instilled prejudices is foolishness and indulging in ignorance. I
can’t do it anymore, I can’t hold it back anymore. This is what I am. I can
never willingly go back, I’ve gone too far. I’ve found the cure for mental
dissatisfaction (non-sexual dissatisfaction anyways). It is a large slab of
warm, raw, red meat with adequate quality fat to match. This is the cure for
many things.
After all my reading, researching, discourses with other (hello all of you, you
know who you are!) people in the end I’ve found the ultimate to really living
isn’t in a pill or a combination of supplements or a specific workout routine or
health concern solution or metaphysical/spiritual healing modality or religion
or anything like that. It is simply acknowledging the truth of my body, a
physical form that is almost unchanged for hundreds of thousands of years, not
much different from when we were scrounging around as unsuccessful primates,
eating the “rotting” corpses of what we found… after all of this… I sat
there stoned in my apartment, my stomach finishing with the soaked, rehydrated
figs and prunes to make up for the blood-sugar pulled from my body from
cannabis’ lectin properties (thank you Dr. D!)… all of this modern science and
the multitude of nutritional information I’d searched for… and in the end I
realize that it is simply eating the flesh of acceptable animals in its rawest,
purest state that truly feeds the animal that I am.
I’m bigger and stronger. My senses are sharper. You should read some of the life
accounts on these raw food lists! Enhanced senses, mental faculties and physical
attributes far beyond what I’ve already experienced! It’s incredible! But I’m
learning how true it is! It’s true! I cooked up some plain old organic beef
ribs, “Texas” rib cuts from my co-op HFS the other day. Plain organic is most
likely at least “finished” on grains, corn above the other grains. Some of the
organic cattle grew up as real free-range grass-eating animals, the natural
diet. But almost all meat labeled organic is at least finished, that is, the
last part of its life is spent bulking up on a much more energy-dense unnatural
diet of grains. This leads to many problems for the ruminants, but the organic
livestock is most likely treated much better and certainly isn’t made
physiologically insane and forced to eat huge quantities of food for fastest
growth. Still, any animal that is fed a diet that is not natural to its evolved
form is going to result in a consequentiallly abnormal flesh, even if only fed
an evolutionarily abnormal diet for the last few weeks of its life. I wish it
weren’t so. But I know the truth. The organic ribs, which I bought because they
were a special reduced price, these ribs were heavy in my stomach, made me feel
sluggish and overwhelmed. Not at all like the grass-fed beef and lamb I’ve
gotten used to. The difference isn’t as marked with chicken, I’m glad to say.
But the difference is always there, and can be felt.
If you thought *I* was a character… whew! Some of these raw foodies… they
are something. You’d have to be there to believe it. Some very intelligent,
courageous people out there sharing their raw food lifestyles. Some people are
so interesting, even if they aren’t talking about food, what they are saying
just captivates me. I read them just because it’s them, you know? What’s funny
is I haven’t seen many RAF (raw animal food) enthusiasts talk much about raw
(live) nuts and seeds, even though they do eat them. The RAF scene is hipper,
raw food people tend to seek out REAL food, that is, animals fed non-toxic foods
and treated humanely and allowed to actually be the animals that they are…
there are also many RAF diets that are geared to embracing and recreating the
diet of “original man”, before the invention of more advanced methods of food
production, i.e. neolithic revolution and inclusion of grains into the diet with
a much higher proportion of food-energy as carbs. This makes sense. So many
diets that prohibit “new” carbs and other foods still allow the nuts and seeds
available to us way back in the day (or eon). Talk about old school!
I’ve learned a lot. My diet is changed, probably forever. My body is different.
I’m now just over 150. Back in… I think late February I was doing a lot of
weight training, O that I am. I had gotten NAP’s Phytocal-O from Thomas early in
this calender year, and the biological-sourced sea vegetable-derived calcium and
other minerals did me a lot of good, I could really feel the difference. Quality
product! Then I started taking some fish-derived vitamin D. Most likely
deficient in D from the winter, and I might not have been eating enough liver
and eggs to supply my weight training body with enough D. This is theoretical.
All I know is that as soon as I started taking the Phytocal-O supplement and
balancing the calcium with magnesium (mag:cal of 2:1 or 1.5:1) and then added
the extra supplemental D I got really tired, didn’t weight train for over a
week, slept a lot, didn’t eat that much more but really slept a LOT while
working a few hours every day and maybe 8-10 days later I wake up and I’m
bigger! Like, ten pounds bigger! A lot of it was muscle! I had built myself up
to a consistent 165 pounds when 19-20 eating the standard American shit foods.
Had the cleansing/detox… vegan/vegetarianism. Now I’ve had a body-explosion up
to 150. I look at my body in the mirror, it’s like I went back to 13 in the
darkest Yoga/cleansing veganist days and now I’ve worked up to 18 again. I might
go back up to 160 pounds… who knows. I do know if I build myself up any more I
will have reached a new personal height of muscularity, as the wheat and corn
and dairy of my old, polluted Self must have been at least seven pounds of toxic
tissue and abnormal fat deposits (for my personal body type).
Now that my body is used to meat again, trusts me to feed it animal flesh, it
has become sadly intolerant of some foods I’d gotten used to since my
health-craze days. My stomach and body just isn’t happy with nuts and seeds,
even if they are soaked and alive and easily digestible. My old super-food has
become a lower grade of food. Darn. I can’t eat as much… no big live nut/seed
shakes anymore, unless I want to deal with the negative emotions that accompany
an angry, stressed liver. And raw carrots have fallen out of favor with my
stomach. Honey and some fruit jam/jellies are still tolerated, as are most fruit
and acceptable carbs. Even well-soaked millet goes down well. I still for the
most part soak my nuts and seeds, and always soak and wake up my grains before
cooking, it is the most effective way to release the enzyme inhibitors and
anti-nutrients found in the formidable plant embryos. Extracting the most
nutrients and reducing the digestive inhibitors is more important to me now than
ever before, even though I’ve gotten stronger and better, I just like to make
the most of my plants when I eat them. I hardly ever eat grains… less than
twice a month for the last few months have I made grains… you nonnies aren’t
so bad off, I’m really with you on the grains. It’s just how I’ve been living.
Becoming less tolerant of the less Oish foods, my body’s demands for flesh have
increased. Nuts and seeds have been reduced. Some officially acceptable
vegetables are less well received. Really, my body is more hungry for flesh, and
lets me know with stronger signals when I haven’t satisified its (dietary)
carnal desires. I suppose engaging in all that weight training, creating higher
regeneration needs consistently over time combined with feeding my body the
highest form of meat: raw animal flesh has increased the demand for flesh and
exposed my body to the most assimilable and most powerful form of protein…
along with 10 more pounds of Axel, my animal flesh needs have grown. Animal
flesh became the center of my diet back in April of ‘01, and now that I’m twenty
pounds heavier, almost all of it muscle, and having acclimated my body to the
true food of my species… well, animal flesh has become even MORE important
than ever before. Everything is enhanced. EVERYTHING.
And I haven’t been a glutton. When I gained massI basically took a long time out
and slept and ate and grew more tissue. I’ve tried all along to eat moderately,
even meagerly at times, in order to see how strengthening the foods can be. To
see how well I can grow on just a little bit more. Other times I’ve gone on
higher quantities of foods, especially if more physically active, but I’m
growing best on just “hitting” my nervous system and musculature in the gym and
walking about in life and on the job’s delivery route.
Anyone seen Hollywood’s newest comic-book super-hero movie: “Spider-Man”? I
loved Spider Man. When I was a kid he was my favorite super hero… throughout
my youth he was my favorite. I collected the Spider Man comics. I remember back
when I was just four years old waking up early to watch the Spider Man cartoon.
I’d watch them in my Spider Man pajamas. When I had an audience I’d fling myself
around doing super-hero acrobatics and sing the Spider Man cartoon’s theme song,
calling myself “Spider Man”! I AM Spider Man! I always admired Peter Parker’s,
er, Spider Man’s physique. All along I had this connection to him… I really
identified with him. In that he was a more slender physique, which I liked, and
that I grew up into a very ectomorphic, slender build was a turn I had no
problem with. In my previous quest to gain mass with weights I never got close
to the Super-Hero physique, Spider Man was the closest I could achieve. When I
heard Tobey Maguire was cast as Peter Parker, I read from the media a general
sense (spider sense?) of disappointment. I wasn’t. I had no opinion. Hollywood
is crazy, there were serious rumors of Sylvester Stallone and Arnold
Schwarzeneggar getting cast in roles like James Bond for cryin’ out loud. Is it
that Tobey Maguire isn’t a very muscular actor, that he has little action-film
experience, or maybe he isn’t big enough? Oh shucks, too bad people! So he isn’t
six feet tall… and he isn’t that big. I don’t mind. The comic book character
isn’t large, he’s one of the slimmest super-heros I know of. Tobey Maguire was
appropriate for the character. He was doing weight training and Yoga and had a
martial arts guru for at least six months before they began shooting the film. I
can believe it. After he was bitten (the radioactive spider has been changed to
a recombinant, GMO spider, he he!) in the scene where he checks himself out in
the mirror for the first time… that was like looking at an actor in MY body! I
loved it!!! Now, this aspiring young Super-O who grew up admiring Spider Man all
his life swelled up inside… it was beautiful! The Universe was kind to me…
so kind. Thank you Universe, thank you Hollywood, thank you Tobey Maguire for
being the little guy that could! I’m Spider Man!!! Yay!!!!!! I’ll take what I
can get. The character finally broke out into the big screen, they did justice
to the character, and now my childhood Super Hero is mine, mine, mine! What
isn’t as grand is the general way the Universe that forms around Peter Parker,
is kind of like mine too… or the other way around. Maybe growing up under my
favorite super-hero, with that kind of identification, without realizing as a
child the particular relationship that Peter Parker has with his world, maybe
that somehow influenced how my life would follow… well, anyway, it’s a little
weird, that story, the “character” of the protagonist as it evolves in the
story, the larger story, it is eerily familiar… many similarities. I should be
cautious how far I identify with my childhood hero… it is odd. But I don’t
have the super powers, unfortunately. Never bitten by any outstanding spiders.
Oh well. The Universe has a way, comptable variables working at a distance and
all that. The patterns emerge. I suppose it could serve as a real-world example
of how identification, in this case hero-identification, can lead to a merging
with higher levels of organization, on the archetypal realm. But that’s not
blood-type diet related, is it? Sorry to all the grumbling Thorps out there!
Just delete my posts if you can’t stand it!
Let’s see… what else. Oh. Not a big reason for not posting but a little thing.
I’ve been holding back. I know this is a blood-type list, and all, and I get
into enough rants and tangents with all of my interests (see above paragraph).
But something I feel is a factor in my mind/body that in the end deserves
mention and might put things in better perspective. I am not a really spiritual
person, in that I do not follow a spiritual tradition or seriously seek to heal
the world, but I have been attuned to 1st and 2nd degree Reiki, and I feel the
the changes I’ve gone through that I feel came through this tutelage affect my
mind/body in a way that changes the nature of my basic relationships, to my own
body and mind and to the world “out there”. In my individual life, and
especially the exposure to the “hip” spiritual scene of the health food store
I’ve become not just shy of discussing things like energy, mind, psi,
“paranormal”, “super”natural, philosophy, psychology (which must eventually
extend to trans-personal psychology), but I’ve become wary and downright
paranoid of discussing these things with others. But I have to face up to it. I
just wind up talking about it so much, even in written form on this list, where
the division of mind and matter is viewed as an untrue seperation, in the end. I
disagree with some things, basic things, about the body and brain/mind and food.
The Reiki attunements, though not really official “training” in my opinion
because of a lack of real-time experiential learning with a teacher, have IMO
profoundly influenced my conceptual world, and I feel also have affected my
basic consciousness, which, in my world-view also affects how I exist, and that
relates to food-energy. If I discuss my personal relationship and experiences
with food, sustaining my physical form, emotional affects of food, etc. and do
not share the main reference point from which I have come to see things, how can
I be accurately communicating with others and providing an accurate account of
my life experience? I don’t feel I can. So I’m fessing up. I completely refuse
the pre-conceptions of the modern spirituality for the masses! And to prove it I
have admitted to eating the raw flesh of our animal brothers and sisters. So
there. And I’ve smoked marijuana, recreationally and
meditatively/self-psychotherapeutically. And I’ve drunk Tequila, with the big
thumbs up from our darling Ryan Darius Partovi, isn’t that right, Ryan?!?
And I have some more… unwritten things… but I’m writing so much as it is,
really. So. Let’s review:
1. I am Spider Man, now I know for sure, the big movie confirms it. Well, at
least I have huge identification with Spider Man. “I AM Spider Man!!!!”
2. I eat raw food. Not celery sticks and carrots and live nuts and seeds. No. I
am not a S.N.A.G. I cut up huge slabs of raw, grass-fed beef and I put them
directly into my human mouth and chew up every bloody bit and swallow it all
down, nice and warm and RAW, to be digested by its own enzymes and my digestive
secretions. I am not a “raw foodie” enthusiast in the typical sense, I do not
eat like a rabbit. The closest I will come to eating like a rabbit is to chase
one down, kill it, then devour its raw flesh. I don’t eat like a rabbit, I would
eat a raw rabbit. Deal with it.
3. I’m into Reiki and stuff, I’m “out there”, my own physical experience has led
me to disagree with some basic ideas of the human body. I don’t hover in the
lotus position over bonfires, but I like to think about the possibilities.
4. I’m now 150+, more muscular and different. My body’s needs have changed, it
is pickier and hungrier.
5. I am Spider Man. Yay!!!! I am also Peter Parker. <sigh
I’ve been putting off having a “steak tartar” type dish, until today. I ground
up about six ounces of raw grass-fed beef (sirloin tip roast cut) in my little
mini-prep food processor. Then I added one raw egg yolk and mixed that through.
Then I slopped the red raw meat into a bowl and sprinkled freshly ground black
pepper, cayenne pepper powder and a little splash of olive oil (”Greek Diamond”)
and it was not bad. The first two bites made my skin crawl, but after that it
was okay. I was used to eating steaks left very red and bloody throughout most
of the middle. This meal was a success, I felt good for hours afterward, very
positive, happy, no headache. I have found I can get headaches after a primarily
RAF (raw animal food) meal. Good vibes. Good strength. Clear thoughts. Good day.
Anyone out there with freshly ground red meat herb/spice/seasoning
ideas/suggestions?

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