A visual timeline showing an unexpected change from enjoying the Asea Redox Cell Signaling molecules!
I thought it was my imagination. I started using the product with no expectation or having learned what I might expect. I just witnessed what happened to Zoe and I wanted to know how my body would respond.
If my hair color is changing before my eyes, imagine what's happening inside my body where it cannot be observed!
Imagine the possibilities for your own health!
I owe it all to Zoe.
After all, if it hadn’t been for her and her illness I would not have had the dream.
I see Asea as the gift she gave me. A parting gift, if you will. Her sacrifice, my gain.
Let me explain.
The morning I received her diagnosis, I saw a simple post on social media. A photo of the Asea Redox Cell Signaling bottle and 4 simple sentences.
It went into my subconscious as interesting. That’s it.
Later that same day I was given the bad news that Zoe’s body was full of growths. Inoperable. I was devastated. I had brought my sweet Zoe in for a well check and was given a death sentence.
I’d just “done this” with Grace (her surrogate...
This week someone said I was a walking encyclopedia. Well, after I said one of my mentors was just that she quickly interjected So Are You.
I had never considered myself a walking encyclopedia!
It was really something to be told that, and quite frankly, I rather liked it.
Yesterday I was speaking with someone about the Asea Redox and she said Well You Always Have Good Products.
Earlier in the week someone else told me something similar.
And just now, as I write this, I remember someone else telling me the same thing a few months back.
I have been “doing this” for so many years; people just know they can come to me with a big thing or a little thing.
Why am I telling you this?
To let you know that I am here for the long haul.
I started this holistic journey in the late 1990s. It has revolutionized my life. I love to learn; I love to help people. Yesterday someone asked me for a referral to a dentist. She’s needing someone beyond the conventional dentist....
I realized this weekend that my 90 days are up.
Let me explain.
I started using Asea Redox Cell Signaling Supplement April 1, 2022. Why? Because I observed my cat Zoe respond so fast — and so remarkably positive. It didn’t look like she’d survive the weekend, but instead I was gifted with 96 days. This makes my heart happy. Her quality of life was really very good and only the last 4 days were quite difficult — and I believe that was because she stopped eating her moist food which was the delivery system I used — with her food.
Her immediate response was so mind boggling for me, I decided I wanted to “try it.” And, just as I teach that when you begin anything new, you give it 90 days, I jumped in knowing I was in for 90 days.
During the first 30 days I did not consciously notice anything, except that my teeth felt clean all day long! Isn’t that an interesting “side effect!” Nonetheless, I stayed true to my commitment....
June 19 marked 8 years since I fell and suffered a traumatic brain injury. Eight years!
If you or someone you know has suffered a TBI, you know what the recovery process is like. It seems like an endless to and fro from one appointment to another to regain what was lost.
I could not read (and comprehend); I could not listen to music (unless it was classical or in another language). I could watch TV which I found odd and still do. It was about 8 months before I realized I could read more than a sentence or two and actually remember what I read.
And you know what? I was never bored. I learned that boredom is like a brain function. My brain was so broken I didn’t have the capacity of boredom. I joked (because to not joke would mean I’d have to cry at the sadness of it) that I would change my seat to change my view.
I learned to BE. I learned to sit in stillness.
I assembled a team of professionals — from PT, OT, speciality chiropractic, neurologist, myofascia, cranial...
I acquired this funny looking device (far left) when my ex husband died in early 2020. I remember asking him what it was. (Doesn’t it look like a polisher of some sort?) He said it was a massager.
I have since learned this from my chiropractor who uses a professional version of this funny thing: A massager is for the muscles. A percussive device (which this is) is for the fascia. That makes sense because John had had a knee replacement.
Once I took the time to learn about this device I found myself using it frequently. So frequently I did not put it away.
Summer of 2020 I had out patient surgery on my calf. One would think that a small 3 inch incision would not be a big deal, right?
For the first few days, even climbing stairs would tear the two layered stitches because of where on the calf the incision was.
I was restricted in movement and stretching — both had been daily, non-negotiable practices.
Fall of 2021 I was so frustrated by the weakness in my...
I’m sure you’ve heard that expression.
Some breakdowns are massive. Obvious. Ridiculously painful. And usually feel never-ending.
Some, however, are almost unrecognizable. If we are not tuned in, in fact, we may miss it altogether and “just” chalk it up to a bad day.
Some breakdowns feel like you’re standing in the middle of the room looking at your life as it is piled around you — a heap of junk that’s all broken apart and ugly.
Some breakdowns feel like ugh, I am too lazy to give a damn about anything today.
Whichever breakdown it is, it can be comforting to know your breakthrough is soooo close! You can’t push, pull, prod your way there faster. You have to go through the tunnel first.
Did you know that as the butterfly struggles to break free from the cocoon, that if you helped and opened it up just a bit for her, she would die? Her struggle is part of her breakthrough.
The same holds true for you.
Someone can lovingly...
𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀.
I’ve found She requires space. She requires respect. She requires time — not necessarily hours and hours, but time as in I’m not in a hurry to have Her come for a visit.
After spending a good year dancing with Her, it’s time for me to include YOU.
𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶?
If yes, then listen up and say 𝙔𝙚𝙨, 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮.
I am ready to play with the mysteriousness of Her.
I am ready to meet this aspect of myself — and believe me, if you are remotely ready, She’s been playing and teasing. Perhaps you’ve just not recognized it as such.
Let’s do this. And let’s do this together!
𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗔𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹 I will be hosting a free event for you to Meet Her.
One of the most surreal things about the death of someone you love is going back into their home. Standing amidst their life, their things can be very swirling. The unkept quality of the everyday mundane things: the fork on a plate with a few bites of food remaining. The untidy bathroom. The dirty laundry in the hamper.
These things speak to the suddenness of their leaving us. While the person has been set free of their body, their pain, their life, we remain with the task of sifting through their lives in ways we don’t typically think about: the random note on a piece of paper tucked inside a book. A phone number for an unknown individual. We get to wonder at choices they made that reflected a part of them we had not met.
And if you’re like me, some objects bring memories flooding back — some happy, some sad, some regretful. And then we get to work through the emotions that come along with those memories.
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