From rolling pins to love letters and back again. How blood analysis can change your life!

Now I know how Jonah must have felt after he was swallowed up by the whale and spat out three days later. I have just emerged from the bowels of my house where I spent three whole days sorting, cleaning and moving out rubbish. It all started with that dreadful storm we had last Wednesday. The power went off; we couldn’t work, and while we were cooped up inside the wind smashed up our garden furniture. Then next day I surveyed the damage: a broken chair and bits of glass and oil everywhere from broken mosquito repellent oil burners. After cleaning up the damage in the chilly breeze I started to feel the after-effects of the gale force winds in my brain cells. I suddenly couldn’t stand the mess in the front part of the house any longer. That’s the section that we like to keep the door shut on. We dart into the dark passage at night and quickly come out in the morning, shutting the door behind us and we’ve been doing that for years. I suddenly felt that I couldn’t stand it any longer, not even another second. It was driving me mad. In fact now that I stopped and thought about it the congested energy in my house had probably been giving me bowel blockages for years. After a short discussion with Peter he agreed to help me shift thing around. (I sneakily suggested changing the rooms around rather than ‘assisting me in doing the biggest spring clean in the history of the Robertson’s)  The plan was to turn our bedroom into a glorified office seeing that we spent hours each week doing horrible admin jobs and they are easier to do when you have the sun shining onto your desk. You don’t need the sun to sleep. The present office would become the spare bedroom and we would shift into what’s now the spare room. Easy! Half an hour later Peter had our bed pulled apart, the spare bed sticking out of the front door and I was pouring over the contents of my sewing corner/cum office/cum study.

It didn’t help that our front veranda had disappeared the week before when Peter had a building frenzy. But before you can build you have to pull down and you can only do so much in one day. Now the spare queen-size bed was half sticking out the front door, half sitting on the skeleton of our old veranda and we had to be careful not to drop into the cliff hole. (An unexpected drop of 50 cm can do more harm than you think).

Peter does most of the heaving and sighing on his own while I give a few pathetic little shoves and pushes here and there. I makes me feel a bit guilty but I don’t want to pop out any screws in my hips so I compensate and spent hours on my hands and knees scrubbing grot and dust and sorting out rubbish. 51 years of hard slog have stripped me off all sentimentality so I chuck most things out except for the photo albums. Soon the carport is filled with bags and boxes. The more it fills up, the lighter I feel!

I do hang onto a few newly found treasures though: the long lost rolling pin which was discovered under Peter’s section of our bed…. It has me puzzled for a few seconds and I wondered if he had secret plans to silence me up forever till I discovered traces of dried up play dough stuck to the sides and I realized that I must have been left there by the twins. Phew, that’s a relief. Its handy to have grandchildren, you can blame them for anything, even last year’s Christmas dinner I found behind the couch the next day, when my cleaning orgy extended itself to the lounge room.

And the other thing I would never throw out was my secret pile of love letters. So secret that I had forgotten where I stashed them and now after hours and hours of beavering through the piles of study books, notes, letters to the council, drafts, plans and building approvals for the various projects we have attacked over the years I finally found them, buried in an old fireplace in our tiny little front room, inside an old sewing box underneath a pile of dust so big that my vacuum cleaner died when I sucked it up. Very symbolic I thought, and time to stop, make a cuppa and sit down and read all the reasons why I embarked on such a mad life in Tasmania in the first place.

There were 3 things I realized when I read through Peters old love letters: That Pete and I have come a loooongggg way since I was 17 and he was 21, and that we are still as starry-eyed as ever! (Sorry kids, I know it’s embarrassing!)  And thirdly, that we must be from an ancient breed of human beings, the generation before faxes, emails and mobile phone messages; the kind that expressed their innermost feelings on paper. I still remember the satisfied feeling of sealing a thick letter and popping it into the mail and anticipating the reply. I only have one question for Peter, where are my old letters to him? Perhaps he needs to clean out his shed! I’ll ask him tonight.

The point of this story is that when it comes to our health we all do a Jonah, we run away from the obvious, till we get swallowed up by the whale (sickness and death) and only if we are lucky we come out the other end. Sometimes we need a storm in our lives before we realize we need to take charge of our health.

 I used to be like that, till I went to a blood microscopist in Launceston who looked at my blood and told me that if I didn’t change my ways and stop work I would be dead in 2 years. She told me to alkalize my body and stop working so hard. This was 6 years ago. I alkalized my body and didn’t stop working and got sicker and sicker. One day she emailed me from the US and told me to stop alkalizing and start eating meat instead. She had discovered that her previous training in blood microscopy had only taught her what suited 50% of the population. The other half needed a different approach.

This was just in time for me because I had never felt so weak in my life. She suggested going to Chicago and doing the Biomedx training and learning the real story behind the blood microscopy. It included measuring and testing the client’s urine and saliva and calibrating this with the resting and standing blood pressures as well. Peter and I packed up and went immediately and the rest is history. I got better in quick time and we have now looked at thousands of bloods and improved the quality of life of hundreds of clients.  Yes you can avoid being swallowed up by the whale or being buried under obstacles and dust when it comes to your health. It’s really never been easier to become healthy and feel light instead of heavy, burdened and depressed. Life is too short to waste like that.

Our enthusiasm rubbed off on the kids and Caleb (our son) first studied bloods in Melbourne. This only whetted his appetite for more knowledge and in July he did the Full Monty in Chicago and came back bursting with new information and technology.

What is live and dried blood analysis and how can you, the client benefit from it? The difference between having a traditional blood test from the Dr and a live blood analysis is that we can see how your blood behaves while it is alive. 

The traditional test is performed after the blood has died and will tell you how many red blood cells you have, how many white cells there are etc etc, and while this certainly has its place, it doesn’t show you how many of those cells are actually healthy. How can it? The blood is dead.  For instance you may be feeling like a zombie and the blood tests tell you that everything is fine, the levels are perfect so you start to wonder if it’s all in your head. If we were to look at your live blood under the microscope we might see that your cells are dying prematurely or that you have too much Candida floating around (that will turn you into a zombie) or that cells are hollow. 

The possibilities are endless. You may even have parasites sapping your energy like this holographic image in the blood represents.  There could be worse things than being in the belly of a whale and that is having parasites inside your tummy!
 
What isn’t revealed by the live blood can often be revealed by the dried blood which follows next. It can show us degeneration in the body, organ stress, toxic overload and cellular disorganisation. Quite often the dried blood can warn us of the impending whale that is about to swallow you up!

How do we do it? All we need is some drops of blood from your finger. These drops will be placed on separate slides to be viewed under the microscope. You will see your live and dried blood on a LCD screen via the high powered microscope. We are able to see the problems and discover the solution at the same time. We can tell why the problem is there and what to do about it. It is exciting work and possibly the most advanced form of health testing available in the world today.
There are 4 contributing factors to Cell Health

1.     Cell food
2.     Cell environment
3.     Cell communication
4.     Cell exercise

We are only as healthy as our cells are. If we are made up of over 100 trillion cells and our red blood cells feed and nourish every other cell of our body, doesn’t it make sense to address our health at cellular level? Any other approach is a band-aid approach.
Sessions are $150. Bookings are taken Australia wide. Clients fly in from the mainland for these sessions, so why not take advantage of what’s available to you on your doorstep!

Phone 64283007 to find out more or to book a session. You will be in good hands!
Till next time, Grada