Why plaque in the brain is an issue; What causes it; The Inner Sun; Granddad’s recovery from plaque in the brain; Herbs for Brain Regeneration and other holistic treatments
Dear Ed,
In recent times, I’ve been remembering my Granddad a lot, thinking of how it was to be with him. His laugh, in fact his chuckling and giggling, his whole body trembling and shaking with laughter. I used to look at him with wonder because I never saw any other grown-up shake like that. When I was a teenager, I panicked once, thought he was weak because of how his whole body shook and trembled with laughter. He said to me, “I quiver so, because there is no plaque in my brain.”
It was only years later that it began to dawn on me, that plaque in the brain, is one direct indication of “aging” (and I believe ALL aging in our times is not aging at all, but decay; natural human aging is entirely a different thing from what we’ve been taught it is, but that’s another article for another time).
In 2006, Ed, a whole eighteen years ago, one day when I was meditating after a long time of crises upon crises when I hadn’t had the time to sit down and meditate, I realized to my horror that I’d had a dull headache for weeks if not months, and that my pineal gland – the hormonal gland in the brain that’s associated with the “third eye” and which produces the hormones that regulate sleep and other critical functions in the body; was hardened and covered with what I felt seemed like calcium.
I freaked out, thought I was going to die this time for good. I was as usual very excited to die, now that Granddad had left this realm, but that didn’t stop my panic all the same.
About that time, one day, the dogs out walking ran into a huge patch of cannabis growing wild (that’s the Himalayas for you) and long story short, in attempting to have a good time before dying, I ended up living. But in those months and the years later, I watched as my own brain de-calcified itself and I watched as others’ calcified.
My body does everything much faster than others, Ed, for some reason. If I get an illness, it will flare up and rage in two days to what it takes others two years to reach; but I heal just as quickly too. My Granddad said God’s fire in me burns with such rage that I live and die and live and die in the same body at a rate others take lifetimes.
This has resulted in me getting a lot of firsthand experience of several conditions.
So I want to share with you today, what I’ve observed about plaque in the brain and how to get rid of it.
First;
Why plaque in the brain is an issue
Because it stops or lessens the electricity flowing from cell to cell and through the nervous system and body. It literally lessens the voltage of electricity in the nervous system over time and this makes the organs and glands all sluggish, circulation weak and well eventually we die. But it’s that long slow sinking into stuff not working, and dimming us so we slowly, very slowly accept a half life, and then a quarter and so on, till we’re just barely alive, barely conscious.
Contrary to popular imagination this I have seen with my own eyes, is NOT anything to do with age, but more to do with INNER SUN metabolism. I know this because I have seen a five year old boy with it, and my Granddad told me about a condition called “Rickets” in children caused by this. In “Rickets” the bones of a child go soft and don’t develop normally.
So this is something that happens at any age.
A lot of the time, people do not know that plaque in the brain is the cause of their symptoms. Sometimes it’s diagnosed as Vitamin D deficiency and they’re told to spend more time in the sun, take calcium supplements and so on. Sometimes this works, sometimes it doesn’t.
But the majority of the time, this is not diagnosed as anything at all, because it simply results in the body decaying and atrophying as slowly as to be considered simply some kind of degeneration due to say, slow poisoning, or long term stress, chronic fatigue etc.
A sign of plaque in the brain, is simply nervous fatigue.
There are two kinds of nervous fatigue.
1) A fatigue caused by too much stress or electricity or mental hyperactivity such as we experience in the famous “fight or flight” state.
2) Nervous fatigue because of constantly having to put more energy into maintaining mental energy levels because there’s plaque in the brain deadening electricity so only very little moves about.
If you have nervous fatigue because you’re in a living hell and you’re trying to cope, it’s the first kind. It’s actually good for you, really, all said and done, because you’ll adapt.
But if you find a certain fading out or deadening of sensation or not being able to concentrate on things you like, not being able to get “fired up” so to speak, that’s plaque.
As you can imagine, Ed, most adults in our times have a combination of the two. This means, you seem to return to full brain function when in stress, but after that, very soon after that you need a really long time before you “feel” things again. You begin to find that you have your full brain function only when you are adrenalized and so you keep adrenalizing yourself to stay functional. This is where drugs come in of course, to force release the hormones that make the energy field spin at full speed, generating huge amounts of electricity in the brain that thunderously push against and through the plaque to get the sparking going.
But in the long run, your vision dims or blurs, you become insensitive to sound, smell; and in general you stop enjoying physical sensation.
This state is very conducive to depression, various metabolic conditions like diabetes, pallid skin and skin problems caused by poor blood circulation, poor liver function and the like; so what is plaque in the brain manifests as these and gets diagnosed as these. The treatments obviously are short-lived in their effect and one thing leads to another.
So what actually causes plaque in the brain?
In one word, Ed, sadness. Now, Ed, in our times, we’re not supposed to make general statements like this. But I’ll explain the whole point of me writing this and saying this etc.
See Ed, there’s sorrow, and there’s grief and there’s sadness. Sorrow and grief are reactions to something happening or not happening. But they are reactions. They are the reactions of a healthy system.
Sadness on the other hand, is not. Sadness is a long term state caused by believing there is no hope for reunification with the person, or place or energy field where we felt belonging. It is a state of hopeless separation from oneself.
Sadness happens for example when we feel that with the loss of a relationship into which we put our all, we lost a part of ourselves that we feel we will never recover again.
Sadness is when someone dies, who we feel took a part of us with them, that we will never be in touch with again.
Note, that it’s about a hopeless separation from oneself.
This state, Ed, is also contagious, in that if you meet and spend time with someone who is in the state of sadness, the chance that it will bring out that lurking sadness in you too is high – which is an opportunity actually, but most people use it to fuel substance abuse because they’re not aware of what’s happening. By substance abuse, I also mean abuse of food, because food also works as a drug. So many things work as a drug, if you think about it, good things, bad things; but all just being used to help us escape the sadness.
This snuffing out of hope, Ed, I can tell you as a survivor of horrific trauma, is not caused by any kind of trauma in itself, but a consciousness of hopelessness telecast by the thug world media and carried and spread by those who chose paths in life that reflected their loss of hope in the magic of life.
The first bit, Ed, where the thug media telecasts hopelessness, I think that’s simple enough to understand. Movies, books, news stories, they’re full of hopelessness, even when they’re supposedly positive and have good endings. But they have for more than a century, Ed, been programming us to believe things like there must be a huge price paid for every happiness in life. I saw on a reality show, Ed, a “game” where the contestants had to “sacrifice” things to “save” their friends from elimination.
On another show, Ed, a very popular one, I noticed that after every lovemaking scene, a gory tragedy or death followed.
The thug world programs us into believing in this false progression of life, where we begin to think that after every happiness comes loss, and over time we completely stop believing that we will ever lift our head up and smile in complete happiness again. We lose hope, Ed, of our very soul ever being fully healed, of happiness in every cell of us ever being ours again.
We stop believing in magic.
I was watching this movie from 1993, Shadowlands , in which they show the author C.S.Lewis of “The Chronicles of Narnia” fame talking with his friends in a bar. One man says to him, “So you start the story by saying there’s a confirmed old bachelor, living in an old house. And then the kids visiting that house, go to the attic and find a cupboard full of FUR COATS.” The men laugh, “Pray, so how do the coats show up in a house of a confirmed old bachelor?”
“Easy,” C.S.Lewis, says, “They’re the coats of his mother that he never gave away. So they’re in the cupboard, and they’re thick and heavy, and this child is moving through them, dwarfed by them, almost suffocated by their heaviness, their thickness; when suddenly, the child finds himself out in open air. Sky, snow, trees, fresh, fresh, crisp air; breeze, endless horizon…. It is… Magic.”
The human system, Ed, like all things in nature, doesn’t just believe in magic naturally, but is itself magic and a product of magic.
If you lined up all the logic and technology in the world, Ed, it could not produce a full actual human. It is the reason we natural humans haven’t been wiped out. Because they don’t know how to make us. We are literally a product of magic.
A product of magic cannot live by the paradigm of the soulless, which is magic-less. And the result, is sadness. Because we, natural humans wouldn’t even have been in existence without magic, let alone survive to now. But we get convinced into a false life paradigm of magic-lessness and then decide we’re done for, permanently separated from happiness.
A healthy human brain, Ed, is directly the result of a soul that believes in magic; that believes that the mental ideas we have of what works and what doesn’t work, are not set in stone; that believes in something beyond what we know or what is known by the entire civilization in general.
We have evidence of that great truth, Ed, that LIFE, never has and never will go according to the rules we’re taught restrict it. You cannot be a human in this world very long before something miraculous happens to you. I have met people in trains, planes, buses, slums, rich houses.. all over the place; who in response to me telling them about some miracle that happened to me, told me about a miracle that happened to them. Miracle = magic = something beyond the rules of life according to our programming.
My Granddad taught me, Ed, all those years ago in 1996, when the tropical sun was shining bright over us and being reflected off the windows of the buildings around; “My child, a time will come when you will no longer have a free sight of Him (the Sun) like this. You must not believe it time to die, time to fold up your clothes and put them away. It will not be time to roll up the tent. For within you is the Inner Sun.”
“Really? A REAL sun?”
“Yes,” Granddad said, almost sternly, so I looked up a little startled. “All that heat up there,” he said, pointing melodramatically at the sun up ahead while still looking down at me; it is generated by the INNER sun, inside here,” he thumped his stomach emphatically. It made a thud, thud, thud, thud, sound.
“This Inner Sun is the life of God in your body, and it makes the sun and the stars in the sky above exist. When you cannot see them like this anymore, I want you to remember that you have your Inner Sun, to make the magic happen that fires your life.”
“Am I going to be arrested, Granddad?”
“What?”
“Like the Count of Monte Cristo? They put him in the prison where no sunlight ever went. He was there for decades. He saw neither sun nor moon nor stars.”
Granddad said, “There are many places you can be where the sun and moon never shine in. There are caves, there are civilizations of living beings deep in the earth; glorious as you and me; their every organ shining out so they walk by their own illumination.”
“Oh!”
“I simply want you to remember that the light outside you, comes from the light inside you and that is why, you will never lack for life strength.
When I got word my dear mother had left this world, I was shaken. She had been my rock from afar all my life. My dreams had, unbeknownst to me, revolved around going home to behold her again. In her eyes my journey would arise from the mud, the shit and the gore it was mired in, to the glorious and magical path to heaven; and my struggles change from the fevered lashings out of a desperate man, to the wizard-like heaven guided swordsmanship of a warrior. Every time I crossed the threshold to behold my mother, I was a conqueror, a victor.
Without her, what would become of me? Would I die in an unmarked grave somewhere, fighting for king and country? Would my horse be the only one who remembered my touch?
Hopelessness choked me and I began to get plaque in my brain. I drank with my colleagues every evening (Granddad was in the British Army), and sometimes didn’t reach my lodgings before I fell asleep.”
“What happened then?”
“I got posted,” Granddad replied, “As a sort of warning to me and my friends, to a town called Dundee, where no soldier wanted to be posted, because the innkeeper there didn’t like soldiers and wouldn’t serve us. His daughter had been done wrong by one, and he’d never forgiven us all. We were sent therefore to Dundee, to get sober.”
I laughed a lot here imagining all this.
Granddad smiled at me wryly, “So that’s where we discovered that whiskey and gin and all that is liquid, isn’t the only way to keep the spirits up.”
It turned out that that’s when Granddad began to experiment with psychoactive herbs. There was a woman in Dundee who had a grandchild who needed walking to church and back on Sundays, because the woman didn’t go to church herself having had a feud with the Reverend. Granddad would take the child to church and back, and on his return, she’d give them things to eat that made him very happy and not miss the inn at all.
She happened to be a whiz at needlework, and my Granddad said he’d never seen the like of her in the sheer magic she seemed to weave right in front of him. He’d wonder if he could actually believe his eyes when he saw her at work.
It was she who told him that the inner sun makes what is impossible to the mind, happen in our lives.
He told me that he began to experience a second childhood then, one of wonder at the miracles of the natural world. He told me that once his eyes moved from observing the laws of death and grief in the world of men, to the laws of beauty and life and magic in nature, he could literally, physically feel his life force, his inner sun beginning to shine out. The plaque in his brain began to dissipate and he was a new man a year later. He seemed to have aged backwards, and he felt he had.
The other day, Ed, when we went out walking, Gabriel and I, we saw this chemical fog all over the place, and I remembered what Granddad told me. He knew back then that a time would come when the thugs would block our sun and our sky out.
But we are products of the magic of nature, Ed. We have our inner sun and we always will. Our bodies are generated by SOUL energy, not physical laws. And our lives are the result of our inner sun manifesting into this realm.
ANYTHING is possible. And I have found, Ed, that the desires of our heart, as wild and impossible as they might be according to the rules of the thug world; ARE OUR DESTINY, one way or another. We can speed up our destiny and lessen the time we take learning our lessons, by becoming aware of our Inner Sun or life force. We can become aware, simply by being still and awakening awareness in the very center of gravity of our body, from which point our vital energy bursts out to the whole body.
On a physical level, Ed, I’ve found that Gingko, Oleander, Daphne (highly diluted), Cannabis, Spikenard (Jatamansi), Lion’s Mane Mushroom, Guarana, natural coffee, natural cacao, natural tobacco, peyote cactus; among so many other actual agents of brain oxygenation, help quite radically remove plaque in the brain. That’s one reason most on that list are illegal or very difficult to obtain.
I’ve taken them, Ed, in recent days even experimented smoking them, and experienced nothing short of magic in some very dead-end situations. I won’t re-horrify you by describing he horrible situations.
I have made my Herbs for Brain Toxins treatment for many people worldwide, who have the need of such because of neurotoxin poisoning. Those situations, Ed, seem impossible when you think of it – the damage that neurotoxins can do. But recovery is possible when you take into account that intelligence is a function of the energy body first and the brain after. Herbs are consciousness, living spirits. They can wake our soul body up, hold our hand and bring us back to health. They certainly have for me, Ed. I touch my forehead to the ground in respect and gratitude for the wonders they have done for me.
Many people write me off, Ed, when I say the soul can regenerate the brain to come back from even the worst situations; but is in fact hard core fact, and without the soul’s involvement there actually isn’t much to be hoped for. All the magic is in the soul.
My Granddad brought me back from a death coma of paralysis when I was eight. I had lost all of my mental memory up till then. But he taught me that my memory is in my soul, not my brain. My brain READS my soul for memory. I was back in school that very month and I went on to top my class the next month and stayed on top academically.
I have described this in my autobiographical book, “Spirit”. My books on Soul Memory are about this.
I got to end this, Ed, mentioning possibly THE single-most powerful physical brain restorative there is for any person. It is fresh urine, Ed, and sexual fluids, semen, orgasm fluid and menstrual blood. These work on the soul body, or energy body, or vibrational body carrying information that makes the body return to its primal energy patterns. This is simply the very core of all healing that is sustainable, Ed, and is solid regeneration.
In Granddad’s time, Ed, these used to be called “the treasures of darkness” after the Bible verse where God says, “I will give thee the treasures of darkness.” Darkness, because they are things we do in private and usually after dark; Used to anyhow, in the days before artificial lighting.
I have described my experiences with these in my books “First Water – The Use of Urine and Sexual Fluids as Medicine” and “Guerilla DNA Recovery and Regeneration”.
These and other books like my Granddad’s amazing life story, “The Eighth of Seven Children“, can be got by visiting https://Cara.Earth .
or by searching for my name “Caraf Avnayt” in your online book website, like Amazon.
You can also buy directly from me, PDF, Kindle and Ebook versions of my books at this link.
I end this letter, Ed, with a drawing of a magnificent vulture by Samuel William Reynolds in 1799, the very last year of that century.
The Vulture, Ed, has the power to digest bone, and in doing so, is a manifestation of the energy of life that dissolves what is among the hardest things to dissolve or end. This great job of alchemy is done by this bird, that takes what is dead, changes it into something that fertilizes the earth and makes new life happen.
