 Several months ago now, as I awoke from a deep and fitful sleep, my brain was filled with the vibrant images still fresh in my mind, of a dream from which I barely survived. In this dream, I was lucky to get out alive, and the only reason I did was because I WOKE UP. You ever have one of those dreams, that is so real, and vivid, it is like you are living it, breathing it? I have them, often. My dreams have always been a guide for me. Real, detailed, specific, and often prophetic. Many times I have been given very illuminated information either in my dreams, or in the moments of awakening, with the dreams still fresh in my mind. I have learned to pay attention to their significance and wisdom. So back to this dream….. I was in a huge house, mansion perhaps, on a large property out in the country, with a river running through the land. Me, and many other kids (yes I was a teenager in my dream), were all in various stages of an elaborate tournament, with multiple levels to complete. The majority of the levels took place within the huge main structure, in separate areas. We varied in age from five to fifteen. Each challenge we needed to complete, was of course more difficult than the last. About halfway through the indoor challenges, I realized that the layout was confusing and we often found ourselves feeling misdirected. We were in a maze. The maze became more terrifying as we went, realizing that as we got to each challenge, less and less of us showed up. Where were we all disappearing to? I watched a figure, as he peered through the glass of a hallway window, watching each child struggle in their attempts to level up, gaining status, confidence, and prestige with each new challenge completed. For those of us who did not complete the level, we didn’t really know what happened to them, assuming that each of them were simply sent home, as failures. The voice of the figure would occasionally come through the intercom system equipped in each room of the house, guiding us, giving encouragement. Clearly this figure meant for us to be warriors, and fed us food, drink, and words to enhance meant to encourage and enhance stamina to go on. As I was finishing the last indoor challenge and finally found my way to the outside door, I glimpsed the figure of our illusive host yet again. A distinguished and rich looking character, oozing of wealth and status, silently, and quite creepily observing our efforts. I quickly banished the uncomfortable feelings I had, as who was I to judge the figure before me. He was clearly funding this entire elaborate event, which seemed to be going on for days, perhaps even weeks, or months. Of course he was a good guy, right? As the figure turned, I saw a gruesome plague mask covering his face, giving him a frightening bird like appearance. What did this mask mean? I felt my insides quicken in protest and fear. I knew something was really not right. As I pushed open the door and felt the blast of fresh air, it alleviated some of my fears, momentarily, until I took in my surroundings. The sheer expanse of the mansion and grounds, the pounding rush of the nearby river, crows cawing in the trees above, the vast wildness surrounding me, the distant thrum of human voices yelling in the distance, and nothing else. For miles around, as far as I could see and feel, nothing. We were alone. And I suddenly realized we were trapped. As I made my way to the river’s edge for my last challenge, I saw a group of teen boys, feeling quite superior having gotten so far in the challenge. The crowd had thinned considerably. There were no small children left in this final challenge. They did not make it this far. There were only a select few of us left. Either skilled, or canny, or wise. As each challenge was an individual effort, the opportunity to know others was diverted from your thoughts. And now, it was only a handful of us left. There was one girl with the boys. They headed towards the last challenge and climbed aboard stand up paddle boards lined up on the river bank. The challenge was clearly to navigate the river, upstream, while staying upon your board. I am not a fan of water to begin with, and looked around to seek a safer structure to climb aboard for passage upstream. There of course, was none. Nor was there any sign of our elusive host. As I got my bearings and balance settled on the board I began to slowly paddle upstream, fighting the tug of the current. I saw the other girl pull up behind the three boys. She may just win! As she began to take the lead, I heard a soft whip from behind me, and watched as one of the boys fell off his board. Then twice more, the sound came from behind me, and I watched both another boy and the girl, succumb to the river. At that point, time seemed to stand still. I think I forgot to breathe as the realization of what was happening dawned upon me. The beat of the water pounded in my ears as we sped towards the finish line, now in sight, and the last one before me fell, an arrow in his back. That is when I knew, we were never meant to get out alive. This host, who seemed to be everywhere, who groomed us all into warriors and watched us struggle and either succeed or fail, was not there to see us overcome and get to the finish line. He was just there to be part in our end. Thankfully I never did get closer to the finish, as I woke up, out of breath and drenched in my own fear fueled sweat, just before it was my turn to die. So now, you may be asking yourself why on earth a holistic practitioner is writing about this dream in her blog. What does any of this have to do with health, nutrition, or energy medicine? EVERYTHING! As I went through all of the details of this dream again while I went through my morning rituals, I was quite clear about what I was dreaming about. The maze, the challenges, the host who seemed to be everywhere, was geared to plague, and was clearly a serial killer, were ALL the same thing. CORN. Yes, I had a crazy dream about corn. Was it fueled by a bowl of doritos before bed, yes, but that is not the point! I am human, and just because I am a nutritionist does not mean that I haven’t occasionally indulged in small amounts of foods that I know are not good for me. The point is, I dreamed, in many ways, with exceptional detail, the very consciousness of corn. Clearly it is not good for me. But it is not likely good for you either. How do I know that? NO ONE GOT OUT ALIVE! Ok, so that is a tad dramatic, but the dream had some very good points and clues as to the issues with corn. As a holistic nutritionist and bioenergetic practitioner I have spent years testing clients for food intolerances, and corn regularly tops the list of problematic foods. One of the issues I see with corn, is that most gluten free processed foods are largely based in corn. So, often people come to me to find out why following a gluten free diet is not offering enough relief, and find that corn is often one of the culprits preventing healing. My dream brought up many points and clues in vivid detail, so let’s talk about them. Dream Clues & Supporting Facts Corn = Maize (maze) Corn = Cereal Grain (serial killer) Corn = One of the Warrior Foods of the Aztec people. Corn = Is in everything and can be hidden everywhere (the illusive host). Corn accounts for almost 21% of human nutrition across the globe. Corn = The illusive and wealthy host, who is also represented by plague, overseeing our needs and our deaths. I may be pointing a finger at Monsanto as the bad guy here. Corn = toxic pollutants. Over 90 percent of all corn grown in North America is genetically modified, and Roundup Ready corn is virtually always exposed to heavy applications of glyphosate). Corn = GMO. This was once a clean fuel source, a power food meant to fuel strength and endurance. It is nolonger that food. And sadly, corn pollen can travel and contaminate nearby crops. As of nearly 10 years ago it was noted that distances of over 100 meters were affected, and that resistant strains of corn continue to be formed, meaning that corn is recreating itself into something more resilient. https://www.agbioforum.org/v4n2/v4n2a02-jemison.htm Note: another study done with pine pollen showed that pine, and possibly other pollens can travel up to 1800 miles (3960 km), and viable for up to 25 miles (55 km). Ok, so Corn has some issues. Issues that I regularly bring up to those who test for food sensitivities, as corn comes up often (as above). Issues in the many ways it is hidden in all processed foods, and in its many forms (grain, flour, glucose, corn syrup, starch, etc). I have included a list that I give out to clients avoiding corn further down the blog. Keep reading. What else do you need to know about corn?
Bottom Line: Corn and many other GMO cereal grains are slowly undermining our health. Choose non-GMO first, as well as organic if you choose to include it in small amounts. Find heritage grains if you can. Remember, corn is difficult to digest and is likely going to stick with you for a bit, so not saturating your diet is key. Avoid corn altogether if you have IBS, diverticulitis, or other inflammatory bowel conditions. And if you really want to feel like a Warrior, avoid corn altogether, for a while, or as long as you feel your body needs to heal. If you stubbornly refuse to give up corn until you have proof that corn is in fact not for you, no problem, I can respect that, and help you with that. Contact me for food sensitivity testing. Print off the image below to keep handy in your wallet.  Comments are closed.
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