Monthly Archives: March 2014

Day 14: Must. Stay. Vigilant.

The thing about Oil Pulling is it doesn’t pull itself.  I can fill my mouth every morning, but nothing good will happen unless I remain vigilant about swishing the stuff around for twenty minutes.  It’s not easy.  My mind will … Continue reading

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Day 13: The Scientific Method

Ok.  You got me.  I skipped the last two days of Oil Pulling.  I woke up Saturday, drank tea and ate a scone, and didn’t swish for a single second.  Then, when Sunday came, I woke up, ate a chocolate … Continue reading

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Day 12: Telepathy at Home

Anyone who visits our apartment knows we have a dog.  He is there to greet  you the moment you step across the threshold, his tail wagging, his eyes wide, and his head rubbing back and forth against your shins.  “Pet … Continue reading

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Day 11: Vader Redux

Mouth full of oil. Twenty minutes on the clock. Let’s go. In yesterday’s post I wrote about Darth Vader and a Sith shortcoming that has been bothering me for years.  How was it possible, I asked, for him to Force … Continue reading

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Day 10: A Question for Darth Vader

Today isn’t going to be a post about Oil Pulling.  My neck still hurts and I had to use my inhaler last night, both of which are making me wonder what, if any, toxins are actually being drawn from my body. … Continue reading

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Day 9: Oil Pulling and My Dog

It’s 7:51 AM and my mouth is full of chunky coconut oil. The seconds pass. The oil melts. My dog, a Dachshund Pomeranian mix named Oliver, sits by my feet and nudges me with his nose.  He wants to go … Continue reading

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Day 8: Big Brother is Watching

My spine hurts.  The pain does not run the entire length of it, but instead is localized at the base of my neck.  It’s hard to ignore.  I feel a dull throb when I remain still, and when I move … Continue reading

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Day 7: Not a Day of Rest

And on the Seventh Day, He rested.  Or so they said.  They also said I should burn a bull because the scent is pleasing to Him, I should be killed for cutting the hair that grows above my ears, and … Continue reading

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Day 6: The Burden of Proof

Here we are.  It’s Day 9:13 AM on day six.  I’m awake, I have a mouth full of coconut oil, and I’m back at the computer to swish and write.  The same as yesterday, the oil was not liquid when … Continue reading

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Day 5: When the Truth is Threatened

This morning’s tablespoon of coconut oil was unlike the previous four days.  While those mouthfuls all started as clear liquid, today’s started as a solid, chunky mass.  The oil congealed in its jar.  I’m not sure how or why it … Continue reading

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