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Serendipitous circumstance is the backbone to miracles
February 26, 2017, 10:41 pm
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Serendipitous circumstance is the backbone to miracles.  What does that even mean? My kid posted that on Facebook today before we went to the Seattle Home Show.  I haven’t talked to him about it yet. I don’t know if he was expecting a pleasant surprise or a miracle, nor if that happened.

We talked to many people and had good conversations with everyone. I kept forgetting I was wearing my Wiener Friendly Soap shirt, but was reminded often. When anyone from the show calls me to tell me I won their prize and I say “I’m the Wiener Friendly Soap chica!”, they’ll know exactly who I am!

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I had fun dreaming of heated floors, gas logs in the fireplace, refinished hardwoods, new carpet, fresh non stinky paint, new countertops and bathroom fixtures. Oh, and a new refrigerator. Mine is 18 years old and leaked onto the hardwood floor, growing mold in the cracks before I knew it. Pretty sure the carpet is the original 1989 installation.

Was there a serendipitous circumstance? Is the miracle coming? Did I miss it? Am I going to adopt 2 dogs? Did I find someone to build an amazing house? Did I find models to practice penis massage on?  I had the opportunity to get 2 sugar bear gliders. They were adorable, but I’d be afraid I’d crush them!

This morning an ASEA associate in Australia,  asked if anyone knew someone in Seattle who could walk her friend Marilyn’s dogs. Five months ago, Marilyn’s husband was walking one of their dogs,  and was hit by a car and killed, one block away from their home. Her dog is still traumatized and has a hard time crossing the street. Her other dog has melanoma.  I remember my Rottweilers Bonnie and Clyde, were only 13 months old when Clyde was run over by a train. Before that, Bonnie would only go potty in our yard. After, she marked every 20 yards or less on our walks, for the rest of her life. She would stress when she heard the train a mile away. Seattle is too far for me to go to walk someone’s dogs, but wanted to call her to get details and see if one of my Seattle friends could help her. I pulled into a parking lot on Capital Hill, to call and possibly meet in person. We talked for almost 30 minutes. Cancer sucks, but having no chance to say goodbye sucks too! Please send prayers and love and light and ho’oponopono or whatever else you do, to my new friend Marilyn.

After we ended our phone call, I sat there for a few minutes snacking on raw flax chips and ginger kombucha.  A  Seattle police officer drove up with his lights flashing. He stopped across the street and got out of his car. He opened the back door and a man got out holding a large, gray pit bull.  The dogs back right leg was dangling. It appeared broken. I was so excited that the police officer gave the guy a ride  to take his dog to an emergency vet hospital after it appeared to have been hit by a car.

Why was I meant to see that after just getting off of the phone with a woman whose husband was hit by a car and killed? Is it weird that one of her dogs has melanoma and I was the one who responded to the request for help?

Just coincidences?  Has serendipitous circumstance been the backbone to your miracles? Please let me know what you think

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan



Rejuvelac what?
February 23, 2017, 1:30 pm
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I came across a website recently that was talking about rejuvelac.  It’s a fermented grain beverage that supposed to be loaded with probiotics. I looked up “Benefits of rejuvelac” and this is what came up

Benefits of rejuvelac:
Promotes beneficial bacteria in the intestines.
A vegetarian/vegan source of B12.
Fights bad intestinal bacteria.
Aids in reducing inflammation.
Improves skin health.
Corrects digestive dysfunction.
Aids in producing and absorbing vitamins, enzymes and oxygen.

I’ve been buying probiotics for years, but always seem to feel better eating fermented foods than swallowing pills. So many claim to have so many billions of organisms, but are they still alive by the time you swallow the pill? How beneficial are they really?  I have no way of knowing how many organisms are in the foods I ferment either, but I can see and taste the activity.

I’ve never seen it sold anywhere, so I decided to try it.  I rinsed half of a cup of red winter wheat berries with purified water, then place them in a half-gallon mason jar, filled the jar with water and put on a sprouting lid. I grow wheat grass to juice, so I already had some. The site said you can use wheat, oats, barley, rye, quinoa, rice, kamut…

I left it on the counter for 24 hours, then drained the water out. I added more water, gently swirled the grains around,  then pour the water out, leaving the jar at an angle for any remaining water to drain out through the sprouting lid. The website said to do that two or three times a day until little tails or sprouts were visible. Some were really short and some hadn’t sprouted by the second day, so I continued rinsing and draining. On the night of the third day, most had sprouted and  some had tails a quarter inch long. I filled the jar with water and put it in the darkest corner on the counter,  knowing that I would completely forget it if I put it in a cabinet. By the third day, the sixth day total, lots of bubbles were visible traveling from the grains to the top of the jar. I poured a quart into a mason jar and put it in the refrigerator, poured some in a glass for me and poured some in Lucy’s bowl. We tried it together. The website said it tastes like bubbly lemonade. I think that’s like someone saying a veggie “burger” tastes like a black angus ground beef burger. Their taste buds must work very differently than mine!

It could’ve been all in my head, because other cool things were happening, but my energy level was higher than it’s been in a long time. Lucy ate a whole bowl of dry dog food. My energy level sustained me thru the retail job. When I got home from work, she was asking for more food. We went on our hour long hike first. She acted like she was starving when we got home. I filled her bowl, again with dry kibble. Normally, she won’t eat until I add chopped veggies and meat or egg to it, but she ate almost all of it. I’m guessing the rejuvelac helped her digestion, but I don’t know.

I refilled the jar with more water to allow the grains to make a second batch. I’ll closely monitor the way my body feels, how I look and how my energy and sleep is affected and will try a new grain tomorrow. “They” say the rye tastes the best.

Like I was, you’re wondering if it tastes like lemonade?

To me, remember, I don’t substitute veggie burgers for real beef, it smells like a combination of  yeast and dirty high school football player socks. Taste? I tasted the slight lemony flavor with the little carbonated bubbles, but it’s more like mild milk kefir with a puke burp aftertaste. Did I convince you to make your own?

For .50 cents a jar, it is much more economical than buying probiotics, but without a lab, I have no idea what’s more beneficial. I’ll keep drinking it.

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan



Try harder or try another way?
February 19, 2017, 3:36 pm
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img_0728Price Pritchett  tells the story of a fly.

There’s a small fly burning out the last of his short life’s energies in a futile attempt to fly through the glass of the window pain. The whining wings tell the poignant story of the flies strategy – try harder. But it’s not working.  The frenzied effort offers no hope for survival. Ironically, the struggle is part of the trap. It is impossible for the fly to try hard enough to succeed at breaking through the glass. Nevertheless, this little insect has staked it’s life on reaching its goal through right effort and determination. This fly is doomed. It will die there on the windowsill. Across the room, 10 steps away, the door is open. 10 seconds of flying time and the small creature could reach the outside world it seeks. With only a fraction of the effort now being wasted, it could be free of the self imposed trap. The breakthrough possibility is there. It would be so easy.

Why doesn’t the fly try another approach, something dramatically different? How did it get so locked in on the idea that this particular route, and determined effort, offer the most promise for success? What logic is there in continuing, until death, to seek a breakthrough with more of the same? No doubt this approach makes sense to the fly.  Regrettably, it’s an idea that will kill. Trying harder isn’t necessarily the solution to achieving more. It may not offer any real promise for getting what you want out of life. Sometimes, in fact, it’s a big part of the problem. If you stake your hopes for a breakthrough on trying harder than ever, you may kill your chances for success.

As some of you reading this may know, I have been living with recurrent melanoma for almost 13 years. Trying harder is often something I think about. Trying harder,  by adding more treatments, in an attempt to get healthier, quicker, have sometimes worked, but other times, created a debilitating toxicity that landed me in bed for several days.

This post isn’t about a fly, nor about cancer, but about facing the things that make us uncomfortable and helping others.

Something happened recently, that has been consistently on my mind. It reminded me of the story about the fly, except  from my perspective, way more important!

An elderly man was driving in the snow in a local neighborhood.  His car slid and broke through a wooden fence, leading to a protected wildlife area. His car got high centered around 9pm.  He was less than 20 yards from 3 front doors. Someone living nearby,  said they heard the fence breaking and thought it was a drunk kid. They did not go outside to investigate. They did not call the police to have them investigate.

The elderly man got out of the car and slipped. He fell and ended up under his car. He struggled, trying to get out from under the car. There were scratch marks on the door from him trying to leverage against the car to pull himself out. Like the fly, he kept trying harder. Would he freeze to death if he didn’t keep trying?

Around 3 AM, several neighbors were awakened to the sound of a car alarm beeping.  The elderly man was still under his car. Did he just find his keys or did he finally decide that trying harder wasn’t going to work? He kept pushing the button. I’m guessing he was thinking someone would hear the horn and come to help him. Unlike the fly, he thought he found the open door. Surely someone would hear the noise and come to his aid. Again, nobody went outside to investigate. Nobody called the police to have them investigate. The horn eventually stopped.  Did the car battery die? Around 5 pm the following day, after much of the snow had melted, someone noticed the car through the broken fence. As they approached, saw the elderly man’s body, partially sticking out from under the car. At that point, 911 was called, but the man was already dead.

I don’t know much about him. Who was he? Where did he live? Does he have a wife at home? Kids and grandkids who will miss him?  A fur kid waiting for him at home by the door? He wasn’t out in the middle of nowhere, but in a neighborhood, where someone could’ve helped him. Why didn’t anyone go check when they heard the accident or the car alarm? My ex used to call me Gladys Kravitz, from Bewitched.  He would tell me to mind my own business. I can’t help but think that if I heard it, I would have gone outside to investigate. I may have gone outside yelling to stop the f’ing honking, but doubt I would’ve done nothing. I pray for him and the family and friends he left behind.

Maybe the people who heard were afraid of retaliation for calling the police if it were drunk kids? Maybe they were just irritated by being woken up by the car alarm? Maybe they were like my ex and minding their own business.

Try harder or try another way? Many of us are afraid to ask for help and keep trying harder. When we do ask for help, it’s because we have given up on all the options we know. What can you do when someone is asking for help?

Love your neighbors, love yourself ❤

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan



One of the most important scientific health breakthroughs of our lifetime
February 10, 2017, 1:15 am
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Who wants to join me? As a business? To improve your own health? Both?

ASEA  has helped me in so many ways! It’s marketed as anti-aging and for athletic performance and recovery. Although those things are great, it was the health benefits I was after.  It has helped me and so many of the people I’ve introduced it to so much, it would be a dis-service not to share with as many people as I can.

Go to http://www.amazingmolecules.com and watch a few videos. If  ASEA sounds like the answer to any of your questions, go directly to my website

http://www.susanstory.teamasea.com

Look through the product packs and place your order. If you have questions, contact me. I’ll help you decide which one works best for your goals and budget.

FREE OFFER!

For my current AND next 20 distributors who sign up with autoship when they become a distributor, stay on autoship for one year and also want to improve their health, I will offer you:

One year of Weekly Accountability Health Coaching sessions, including a nutritional plan based on your lifestyle and goals. I specialize in athletic, ketogenic, raw (and fermented foods) and Gerson diets, but can modify to meet your needs.

Monthly master mind calls, sharing ideas on improving all aspects of our lives.

For all distributors in the Puget Sound area, or those wanting to come, we will have monthly hikes in the Cascades or Olympics.

Let’s get healthy and grow together as a team! And meet in fun places around the globe!

 

For those of you in Australia, most of our team is there, so you’ll have upline to directly ask questions!

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan

susanwonderstone@gmail.com

425-347-1424 Pacific time zone

 



Another World?
January 31, 2017, 7:52 pm
Filed under: ASEA, Breast implant illness, Wiener Friendly Soap

Saturday, I went to an ASEA meeting in Gig Harbor. GPS said 69 miles. I wasn’t sure if my car would go that far, but my friend had flown in from North Carolina, so I had to try. I did some of my cancer treatments in the morning before I left, but ran out of time and even forgot to take my supplements. I was asked to give my ASEA testimonial and realized when I was doing it that I was shaking. I hadn’t eaten enough. I love the way I feel on my diet, until my blood sugar starts to drop. At the break, I went out to my car and ate a few handfuls of nuts to hopefully prevent it from dropping more.For the most part, it worked. As I was leaving the meeting, I kept thinking I was forgetting something. I checked my bag, my wallet, phone, water bottle, coat…everything was there.

The road to get back to I-5, is a toll road. My options were to pay $6 or to drive north and take a ferry across the water for $8. I chose the toll road and felt like I had gone thru into another dimension as I crossed the Tacoma Narrows Bridge. I thought about the YouTube video I had seen about the collapse of the same bridge, they named “Galloping Gertie”, on November 7, 1940.

My imaginary friend took the pictures as I drove. On the picture with the bridge in front of me, Mount Rainier is off to the left in the distance. It seemed so much bigger than the picture shows. Immediately, I had thoughts of climbing it. Because of the mold toxicity from the implants, I don’t see it happening this year, but my intent is to stay on my supplements, diet and other protocol to eliminate the mold, biotoxin and silicone toxicity and get my cardio vascular system working the way it’s supposed to again! I now have “Summit Mount Rainier” on my goal list for next year.  There were strange looking clouds north of the mountain, that kind of looked like hot air balloons. Once I got onto I-5, the clouds appeared even larger. I have seen similar clouds that seem to sit on top of Rainier, almost like a hat, but never 2 of them, away from the mountain.

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I imagined they were cloaking devices for alien spaceships. What else was I going to think about. I’m driving a 95 4-Runner with the original parts. The cassette player quit working years ago and there’s a cd stuck in the cd player and won’t play either. Every radio station on my pre-sets was chatter or commercials. I should know better than to let my imagination go! Remember, what you think about, you bring about!

Before I got to Seattle, traffic was awful!  I decided to get off the freeway and take a back road adventure, not knowing exactly how to do it. I had a general idea and my internal gps works pretty well. My intention was to get to a bridge I’ve seen people taking sunset pictures from and to get another picture of Mount Rainier. As I arrived at the first stop light, I was in the left of a double turn lane. A gold 1978 Caprice Classic pulled up beside me. My mom drove one. The original color was tan. I don’t remember seeing sparkly gold ones back then.  The driver had giant bug eyes and kept jerking his head around, as if he was looking for someone who was after him.He had his phone in his hand. It appeared that not only was he terrified, but on some heavy duty drugs I’ve never been around.  I looked in my rear view mirror, then my side mirrors, first looking for a police car, then wondered if bullets would start flying. When I didn’t see anything, I wondered if there were dementors flying around that I couldn’t see. Maybe the grim reaper was after him. As soon as the light changed, he tried to go faster than the car in front of him. When it appeared he was going to try to fit his car between mine and the car in front of him, I slowed down and let him in.He was jerking his car all over, but managing to stay in his lane. I was so intent on not getting hit, I didn’t even think to get his plate. The next stop light was red. A couple and a little boy, about 4 years old on his bike, were about to go into the intersection. The man grabbed the seat of the bicycle as the bug eyed driver of the Caprice Classic swerved his way across the intersection, missing cars driving on the cross street. I was so thankful nobody got hit!  I decided to turn, so I wouldn’t be near him or whoever was after him. About 3 minutes later, I made it to the bridge I was trying to get to. I couldn’t park on the bridge, so turned to look for parking. There was a skinny guy wearing an orange construction vest over his clothes, dancing on the corner. As I turned, I looked at him. His skin was the color of hot chocolate with extra milk. His eyes were a really pale blue with almost no pupils showing.He was staring at me, so I waved as I turned. He kept dancing with his eyes following me. He reminded me of a vampire I saw on a movie. There weren’t any parking spots on that street, but I also didn’t really want to walk past him. I was still curious, wondering if he really looked like what I thought I saw, so I turned around and drove by again. I drove slow as I approached the corner. He stared at me. I  wasn’t scared, but he looked exactly like I saw before. Was he wearing contacts? I had never seen eyes like that.Where was I?

Once across the bridge, I found myself in Chinatown. There are street signs with our letters, but another language’s words. I parked and walked onto the bridge for my pictures.  I saw a heavyset guy on the other side of the street, carrying a Rastafarian colored blanket and what appeared to be brightly colored wooden toys he may have been selling. I stopped to take pictures about halfway across the bridge of the view on my side.

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Traffic on I-90 and I-5 sucked!  I knew I would find another way to go home. I took a picture of the stadiums, then looked around to stay aware of my surroundings. The Rasta guy was gone. I felt like I had only taken about 10 seconds to look at the traffic and take the picture. He wasn’t on the bridge and I didn’t see him on either side. More and more, I kept feeling like I was on another planet or some alternate reality. I turned around to see the Seattle skyline.

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After taking the picture, I saw movement down on the hill below. There were fences built last year around the area to keep the homeless people out of there, but I was seeing someone inside of a small shelter made with supports, a tarp, other stuff and a roof, but open on 2 sides. It reminded me of my friend I took in, back in 2008, who was homeless when I met him. It was about 45 degrees outside. I stopped taking pictures because it looked like he was looking at me and I didn’t want him to think I was taking pictures of him inside his “house”. I thought about how cold I would be if I stood still for any length of time. I looked again and wondered what he was wearing that was that color. I realized in a split second that he was naked. I don’t know if the show was for me, but I was quickly reminded of Glenda the 911 dispatcher who entered an animal control call when someone called in reporting a guy choking his chicken in public. I’ve never seen a man do it like that! His chicken looked like it was already dead, limp and lifeless, as he jerked it so fast and furious, I thought he was going to rip it off. Yes, by then I was staring. “Buddyyyyyyyyy, you’re gonna hurt yourself!’ I said, out loud. I had a jar of Wiener Friendly Lube in my pocket. I thought about throwing it to him, but didn’t want him to think I was throwing something at him, nor anyone else to think I was littering. I scanned the area, wondering if there was a break in the fence somewhere I could get closer to give it to him.

I remembered a 911 call I took years ago when the female caller was telling me her boyfriend, who had just beat her up, ran away naked. She explained that he gets hot when he’s high on meth and takes his clothes off. She also told me that he can’t get a hard on when he’s high on meth and that she keeps him around because he’s the best she’s ever had at going down on her.  I quickly realized I should stay away from the naked guy choking his chicken and started walking back to my car.

As I was almost off of the bridge, a couple was walking on the sidewalk toward me. They both had brightly colored hair. The guy had giant gauge piercings in his ears and his bottom lip. It looked like he should be in a tribal picture in national geographic, except as I got closer, he was also covered in tattoos. I said “hi” as I passed them and he started making grunting noises like he was a pig. Where was I?

The rest of the ride home was just driving in traffic with a pit stop to pee. At no point did I feel really scared or threatened, just weirded out. It took me 3 hours total to get home with my stops. It was by far, the weirdest hour I’ve had in a long, long time. I realized about 5 hours after I got home that what I was forgetting was that I was supposed to meet with a friend in Tacoma. I wonder if any of it would have happened if I had gone to see her. I wonder what kind of adventure I would’ve had on the ferry?! There are interesting things all around us if we just look!

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan



Good enough. Good enough for me!
January 15, 2017, 11:36 pm
Filed under: coaching, Death, Inspiration, recurrent metastatic melanoma
The following started out as a facebook comment. I realized more than the person I was writing it too, needed to hear it. I like this picture better than the one last night because my arms are in it. I’m excited to see my transformation!img_0554
Doing what I can! For me, the most important thing has been continuing to do what makes me happy! Several things are missing due to $, but for the free things, hiking in the forest,playing in my garden, creating food and crafts (I have a canvas with my vagina painted on it hanging by the front door. My son is glad my art skills are more abstract), dancing naked in the house, dancing fully clothed wherever I feel like it, doing things to make people smile (I go to parades wearing a Wonder Woman outfit), randomly laughing to see how many people I can get to laugh too, connecting with people of all walks of life, giving random dogs butt scratches, taking care of my body with food, exercise, orgasm – lots of orgasm!, body scrubs, soaps and moisturizers I make…
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It’s good enough. You know what it is.

I’m sure there’s more.
My point is, do what makes you happy. If you want to fish every day for the rest of your life, do it. If you want to do memorable things with people you love, do that! Nobody was put here to do the things you want to do, but you.
Cancer is a shitty way to leave the planet. There are so many better ways to go! If I don’t jump out of an airplane into an active volcano, I’ll probably be the first to die that way, whatever it is.
It seems I’ve been trying to prove myself most of my life. Only a few people along the way told me I sucked, would never achieve my goals or not good enough. Good enough for who? People who tell others they’re not good enough, or even imply it,  feel inadequate and want more at their party. Why did I choose to listen to them over the ones who told me good stuff? I’ve finally figured out I’m good enough exactly how I am! The more I believe in myself, the more people believe in me! We all have so much value!
Do you remember what you wanted to be when you were 5? Do you remember who you wanted to be when you were 20?
Do you remember the dreams you pushed aside for whatever reasons?
Some people call it a bucket list. I call it life. Make that list and start checking things off. We’ll never finish everything on our lists, but it sure is fun doing them!
You don’t know what you want? Then step one is: connecting with 1 new person every day and asking them what’s on their list. Eventually, you’ll have so many ideas along with new friends to do them with.
Live every day to the fullest! We don’t know how many we have left!
Love, gratitude and blessings
~Susan


Bloodroot Black Salve – 1 week
January 15, 2017, 2:34 am
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It’s been one week since I applied  bloodroot black salve to the spot on the back of my neck/upper back. There was a deeper area, almost in the center, about the size of a nickel. It separated along the edges  from the larger area three days ago, but stayed connected underneath.

Since the first picture, I have done four magnesium sulfate enemas, 14 coffee enemas, spent Three hours in the hyperbaric chamber and 6 1/2 hours in the sauna, while also soaking my feet in a magnesium foot bath with essential oils. Today was rosemary, lavender and frankincense. I also made a salve out of cbd oil, Cocoa butter, Shea butter, beeswax, rosemary, lavender and frankincense. It smells amazing! I’ve increased the amount of ASEA I am drinking and used two tubes of RENU28 this week.

ASEA and RENU 28 are  mainly marketed for anti-aging and athletic performance. At times, I care about the anti-aging part, but the athletic benefits are almost as exciting as the side effects!

Today after the sauna, I tried to protect the owie from my shirt as I took it off. When  I went to wash it, there was only a dent. Somewhere between taking my shirt off and soaping up, it fell out. On the floor, down the drain, stuck in my hair… I don’t know where it is.

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Missing owie

I sprayed ASEA  on after my shower, followed by RENU28. I added the salve after. It is still tender, but better to have the chunk out than in! When I was looking  add it in the mirror, I noticed my back. I’ve been training and preparing to compete in the Emerald cup bodybuilding competition in April. I was so sick over the last week I question if I’d be able to continue…  until I saw my back. On my way home tonight, I stopped by and had my son take a picture of my back.  Remembering ASEA is marketed for athletic performance, I’d say it’s working for me! What are your fitness goals?

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