The pub was taken over for a meeting. Every chair was occupied. The speaker’s words were being recorded by a sound engineer standing at a portable mixing console. The middle-aged audience was rapt, the atmosphere one of political and moral seriousness. Few were drinking. I mounted the only vacant bar stool and mouthed the word ‘Peroni’ at the young lad behind the bar as though he and I were involved in a dangerous conspiracy.
The speaker, a woman aged around 50, was speaking articulately and authoritatively about something called the blood/brain barrier. To sustain it, she said, we need to maintain adequate levels of fatty acids, vitamin D and particularly iodine, which most people fail to do. Every woman in the West was iodine-deficient and their brains weren’t working properly, she said.
Recently she’d spent time in Ireland. She’d never in all her life seen so many people showing signs of a compromised blood/brain barrier. The statistics, she said, were that one in three of the Irish population had some kind of brain-related health issue. A telltale symptom of iodine deficiency is a shortening of the eyebrows. In Ireland, she said, the number of people with shortened eyebrows is amazing.
I looked at the audience. There was something like devotion in its engrossed attention. And who could blame them? All we seem to get these days is bad or misinformation, advertising disguised as fact, ideology disguised as truth, propaganda even. It was all so confusing. Who or what lay behind it all? But here at last was an undeceived woman with an intact blood/brain barrier, possibly the only one left in the Western world, telling them what sounded spookily like the truth.
But, for me, that eyebrow business put a big dent in her thesis. I’m a huge fan of the medical model for an explanation of human behaviour. It beats politics, for example, hands down. But the disappearance of eyebrows in Ireland, like a biblical plague, and coming on top of all their other recent problems, seemed scarcely credible. I sipped my beer sceptically.
What is happening in Ireland is starting to happen over here, she said. Without iodine to strengthen and nourish our blood/brain barriers, all sorts of toxins and metals are getting through, resulting in universal brain damage. Fluoride is one, aluminium another. And if that wasn’t bad enough, our brains are under sustained assault from the electromagnetic cloud generated by mobile phones, microwave ovens and home computers. The electromagnetic cloud is a negative charge. Our brains thrive on a positive charge; the best, most natural source of which is the earth under our feet.
Of course, the native American Indians knew this. Of course they did. If someone was sick they dug a hole in the ground, filled it with grass and laid them in it, trusting in the healing power of the earth. In her own healing practice, for most types of illness she recommends walking barefoot in the dew in the mornings. (She tells them to walk backwards, because the footfall is more complete.)
After that the speaker seemed to me to cast off all pretence of rationality and even plausibility. Our compromised blood/brain barriers are the result of a conspiracy between the government, the medical profession and the pharmaceutical industry. The earth has a heartbeat, which is increasing in rapidity. In 1911 it was 7.4. Today it is up near 11. The HIV virus is a myth put about to promote the Aids industry.
But we needn’t despair. Society is changing. The earth is travelling in a part of the universe saturated with health-giving, consciousness-changing photons. The pharmaceutical companies and ‘powers that be’ know this. That is why they are currently doing everything in their power to prevent us getting that photon-electron attachment to our cells. But they can’t prevent us from going barefoot! They can’t asphalt over the entire planet! Here, spontaneous applause broke out. The audience was absolutely lapping it up. They might be brain-damaged but they were still the local intelligentsia and they could still recognise truth when they heard it. But I’d heard enough. I knocked back the dregs of my beer and made for the door.
In the street outside, I ran straight into the man with probably the most compromised blood/brain barrier in Britain today: Trev — en route from one pub to another. It was Sunday evening and his pallor suggested that the traffic of toxins between his blood and his brain had been heavy in both directions all weekend. He got me in a tight clinch. ‘Dude,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘I’ve got something really nice in my pocket.’
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