What the colors on the foot pads mean..
I would not testify in a court of law that this is accurate, so take this with that understanding. But since so many people have tried the foot pads, but most of us don’t send them off for heavy metal testing, the logical follow up question becomes, “How do the colors found on the pouches (after use) relate to what the body is detoxing?”
I can tell you that the color of the schmootz (to use the clinical term) that comes off with the lavender patches is different than the typical patches that use Chitosan, which is derived from chitin, the main fiber component of crustacean shells. These patches use the lavender instead, so the color is a bit different, not quite as dark. But (and honestly, ick) these are more, ummm….gooey. These have some chitosan in them, but it’s not the main ingredient, these rely more on bamboo vinegar and lavender instead. This I like very much.
Using these and others after a recent ankle injury, I noticed lots of dark red spots, as well as patches of orange, which I believe was some of the waste products releasing from the ankle injury. It certainly reduced the swelling and it didn’t bruise at all, even with a cracked bone and a sprain.
So. Having said all of that, here’s what I was told the colors from the detox indicate:
| • Yellow Green | kidney, urinary tract, bladder, reproductive |
| • Orange | joints |
| • Brown | liver, tobacco, cellular debris |
| • Black | liver |
| • Black Flecks | heavy metals |
| • Red Flecks | blood clot material |
| • Dark Green | gallbladder |
| • White Foam | lymphatic system |
| • White Cheese-Like texture | yeast |
Best Foot Patches Ever!
For those of you who have tried the Gold detox foot patches and wanted more, and update:
I was no longer able to get them from my previous supplier at a reasonable cost so I have been on a quest for a suitable replacement. A few clients and friends and I have tried a number of brands and varieties, looking for a something we liked.
We found Happy Feet Heaven with these!
These foot pads use lavender in addition to the usual ingredients, they work better than the others I tried, and BONUS!!–I slept like a rock each time I used them. Here is a rather nifty Reflexology Chart that shows the points on the feet and the areas you can address with the foot patches.
If you have never tried detox food pads, they are easy to use: You apply them to the feet at night and they draw out the toxins while you sleep. If this sounds too good to be true…well, it’s another wonderful thing in life that is wonderful AND true! Daily OM did a nice article on this, if you’d like to read more you can check that out here.
Foot patches are based in the ancient practice of Oriental Medicine and have been used for centuries. Chinese medicine often refers to the feet as “The Second Heart.” This philosophy says the feet are intimately connected to the body and its organs, also taking on the entire weight of the body. The ancient art of acupuncture teaches that the feet are a prime location for acupuncture points, with more than 60 of the 360 points over the entire body. Areas on the soles of the feet affect the stomach, intestines, kidney, knee, shoulders as well as many other internal organs. Therefore it makes perfect sense to use this area for overall body cleansing.
The wood vinegar in the pad acts like a sponge, drawing harmful toxins out of your body through the skin. Other natural ingredients work to open up the pores, while other ingredients are said to revitalize cells. The lavender is an added bonus in these patches, contributing to deep rest and relaxation. I also like that rather than being made in China, where there is little regulation on such things, these are made and regulated in Japan.
These are honestly the best I’ve tried in years, probably ever. A box of 6 patches is only $20, which is also a good price. Let me know if you have any questions or would like to try some.
Thanks!
peace 🙂
Rules for Being Human
Ten Rules for Being Human
by Cherie Carter-Scott
1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it’s yours to keep for the entire period this time around.
2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called “life.”
3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The “failed” experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately “work.”
4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.
5. Learning lessons does not end. There’s no part of life that doesn’t contain its lessons. If you’re alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned.
6. “There” is no better a place than “here.” When your “there” has become a “here”, you will simply obtain another “there” that will again look better than “here.”
7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.
8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
9. Your answers lie within you. The answers to life’s questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.
10. You will forget all this.
And I would add #11….And you can remember this any time you’d like to…
So, what do you think? What are your Rules for Being Human? Do you follow them? What inner rules are you following that no longer serve you, or your values, or the highest and best good? Are they the rules you followed because your family, culture, religion or old stories said you should?
What are the rules you need to change in order to feel free to really live your life?
Spirituality of Grief and Joy
Hello all 🙂
There are certain things I’d like to focus on that aren’t solely related to the Blessings Blog, so I created a separate blog for some of the deeper ponderings related to grief, loss, mindfulness and other parts of the path. The Blessings Blog will have lots of events, announcements, etc. and i don’t want to constantly be filling your in box with misc stuff.
So feel free to stop by the Spirituality of Grief and Joy blog as well, and leave a comment or just enjoy the Guest House.
peace and blessings 🙂
Happiness Flow Chart
Check out this awesome Flow Chart of Happiness
I originally found this on the Speaking of Faith site, which is also a great resource.
To your happiness!
🙂 T
Bedtime Stories….
It’s getting late. I’ve been around family today, acutely aware of the ways in which the sand passes through the hourglass of time and spills into some unknown place, taking pieces of us with it. I’m not sure where those pieces go, what process they undergo on their way to becoming a memory, a fragment of the self held in a time and a place only accessible to the mind and body in the form of remembrance. Invisible, ineffable, yet completely tangible in some mysterious way that defies the logic of hard science. The stories of a person, a family, a culture, a country—they hold us, bind us in ways which are potentially fruitful or harmful, and give us an identity. Many of the wars and conflicts in this world are about the stories people tell themselves and others, about the ways in which those influence and undermine us, the ways in which they define and defy us.
Where do the memories go? Where does the laughter and pain go? As Tori Amos asks, “is there a heaven where the screams have gone?” What happens to the hole in the doughnut when the doughnut is gone? A Zen koan asks, “What was your original face before your parents were born?” I’m fascinated by this process of where we go…not just after death, I have my own stories about that and honestly they make more sense to me than this does. But where does a life go, and how many people are just surviving or existing, not really living or thriving, and where does that life force go when you aren’t really using it for its intended purpose?
What happens to the essence of you, what some might call your soul or your Buddha nature, if you aren’t mindful of this? Does your whole experience become the essence of a memory, a vapor, a wisp of life caught in the breath of time, just part of another story? Where is the “you” that existed all those years ago, what happened to those hours, those days, those feelings, those experiences? You cannot physically become seven again, yet you can feel seven again, especially if there are old seven year things unresolved in this mysterious place where things are held… So you can’t be seven again, yet you hold that experience within, and the stories you had then become the story you have now, unless you choose to change it. The cells in the body have all changed since then, the brain has changed, certain things are less elastic (and certain other parts are decidedly more…um, “fluffy”)…certain bones more brittle and yet the truth is that I feel stronger than I did at 20. My hair is a bit silvery in places, reminding me of the way I remember my grandmother looking at about 50, when I thought she was so old. And I must admit that while I feel quite young, my eyes turned 40 this year and are beginning to make that known. So is that the same person or not? How can parts of me feel so young, other parts so timeless, other parts not so much?
I’ve been watching a lot of people around me in a grieving process right now, and I am observing with keen interest. It is fascinating to me, the ways in which we all grieve but are often so afraid to, afraid to give into something so visceral, afraid to give into direct experience with that much abandon. Thus the un-felt, unacknowledged emotional experience becomes physical. Your biography truly does become your biology, this is now proven science. “Heartache” is such a real thing, so are “gut feelings,” as is “carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.” Those of you who use expressions such as “pain in the neck” (or other potentially fluffy places) guess where your pain is going to be? We say these things and the body hears and obeys, yet so often we do not listen to the body as it tries to teach us the wisdom contained there. It reminds me of a thing Carl Jung said, “Until you allow the unconscious to become conscious, it will rise up to you as your life and you will call it your fate.”
I have come to believe this is the essence of the journey, delving into the depths of the soul, the psyche, the hidden rooms of who we are…and who are you, really? You are a treasure house of experiences, of wisdom, a life force so pure and precious that you were given to you to live and love and laugh and cry and enjoy Earth School for the time you are here. Jesus says, “You are the Light of the World.” What are you doing with that Light? And if you are trying to snuff it out in pain or shame or fear, who is doing that? Who are “you,” really? And as you discover and explore that question, are you willing to treat yourself kindly, gently and with love and compassion?
Who are you, and who are you becoming? Are you the same person you were at 7? Well, yes and no. Yes, you probably have the same name. And theoretically you have the same body, but science tells us even that is an incorrect illusion. What is the same? Probably the stories. The memories. The intangible, ineffable qualities that make a life are still there, hopefully with some more wisdom and patience, hopefully with some insight, but probably that insight came as the result of experiences…some pleasant and some not so much. As my father used to say, “experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.”
Buddhists call people magicians because they say our stories create things out of thin air. It’s also true that your compassion, your pain, your sadness and your joy—these things all exist in a place of the non-physical yet totally tangible places you call your life. So tonight, after spending time with family, after watching the sands pass through the hourglass of time, after listening to the stories of my parents as they talk about the things on their minds, I have tucked them in and they are sleeping soundly. Their stories have become their lives, a lifetime of choices influencing health and the decisions about it, the stories influencing the decisions they make about health, and so on. They have become their stories, and their stories have become them. And so it goes.
So who are you, and who are you becoming? What stories do you tell yourself….about life, death, happiness, what you can allow yourself, the kind of work you can do, how much money you can make, the opportunities available to you…what are the stories you tell yourself about your life? Thoreau pondered this at length and said, “However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you think it is. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house.”
I think Henry was onto something here– the stories we tell ourselves about our lives can make it rich or poor, for better or worse, full of compassion or dread, mean or kind, full of life or full of a life-crushing negativity which leads to a deadness of body and soul. The stories we tell ourselves can make the complex simple (aka “poor in spirit”) or the simple overly complex. A full life story probably contains some grief, some twists and turns, some mistakes and achievements. And I can only aspire to let go of the stories that no longer serve me or the highest and best good, mindfully and with compassion. I can aspire to release the judgments about good and bad, right or wrong, life or death, all of the dualities held in what I label my experience. And in doing so, I trust all the stories containing my life force somehow blend into a cohesive whole, somehow benefit all beings, are somehow swept into the wispy places where memories go, trusting that like a child blowing bubbles, they are carried away on the breath of giggles.
So tonight, I ponder stories. And I choose live in a pleasant, thrilling, glorious story of life and all it might contain. Bein a magician is kind of fun 🙂
And that’s my story, and I’m stickin to it.
Night moon… Night stars…
🙂
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