Day  84   pf



Weight down to 106 kg. Blood/glucose 7.9 mmol/L. BP 139/90 pulse 84.

General health very good. I noticed in work I was at the top of my game for the last week or 2 as possibly never before. Fixing copiers is often an adrenolyne rush because it can be quite stressful and success is such a relief when you live with the fear of inconfidence. Such a pain in the arse is inconfidence though it does increase the resulting exhilaration I suppose.





Well this has been fun. In summary I see many benefits from my prolonged fast the most important of which appears to be the ability to have some extra control over diabetes and blood pressure without the use of ACT drugs and insulin producers. Not that I am against their use, no way. They are beneficially in many ways I am sure especially if fasting is not your forte.

To recap what I think and have come to believe is that the worldwide obesity epidemic is probably caused by the consumption of too much sugar in our modern diet in particular fructose which in turn produces many conditions that make us miserable. Being fat is being miserable.

Now because of this fast I feel like I have control over my body to the extent that I don't mind putting the weight back on because I know I can get rid of most of it within say 3 -4 weeks and save money in food bills. I deliberately didn't try to stay thin because I wanted to see the process of getting fat again and to record it for who knows what. I intend to keep the blog going but maybe not daily. I have other things to do. Sometimes.

Hurray for Allopurinol and Iodine 130 mg.



Now my wealth creation seems to have gone off track but the fear of failure is still there so at some point it should revive. Just not sure what to do to get peoples attention. I thought of going on a TV program such as Shark Bite but the process takes a few months supposedly and I've got it in my head that the final Crunch is due in April, Mars time, but anyway I couldn't see that working out even if I could get on. So I need to do something over the next 3 weeks otherwise a lot of people could be in serious trouble..me and mine included.

So be it I guess. That's easier after all. Just give up.

But there again I'd love to build huge hotels about 350 kms up in the thermosphere, the Earth's 2nd highest atmosphere. What a view we would all have from the clear bottom swimming pools.

Hail the mighty Boxer.

Day  83  pf



Last but one day, day penultimate. Horribly cumbersome word penultimate.

Weight down slightly, 106.5  kg.  Blood/glucose 7.6 mmol/L and BP 137/85 pulse 83.





Today I received an email from the ABC radio national.

"Dear Bernard,

Thank you very much for your information on Preeclampsia I have passed it on to the Health Report.

Regards.


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-----Original Message-----
From: Bernard Palmer [mailto:bwp@optusnet.com.au]
Sent: Thursday, 19 February 2015 2:13 AM
To: Radio National Enquiries
Subject: Preeclampsia

Below is the result of your feedback form.  It was submitted by Bernard Palmer (bwp@optusnet.com.au) on Thursday, February 19, 2015 at 02:13:27
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program_name: The Health Report

comments: Last year I almost lost my daughter to preeclampsia.  The same week a mother of 3 who worked at our local supermarket died from its complications. Supposedly there is no known cure for this condition.  I would like you to read this NIH research paper showing that Allopurinol the medicine used for gout can treat this disease and to broadcast this fact.

thanks

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3319018/

We'll see where that goes.

Another interesting thing happened this week. In my final week as a photocopier repairman I was sent on Tuesday to a machine at the David Read Memorial Laboratory at the University of Sydney. 

Back in the early 1980's David Read was regarded by many SIDS researchers to be at the forefront of the pack trying to crack the mystery. On the off chance he'd speak to me I went to Sydney Uni late on a Friday afternoon. He  was very receptive and we talked about an hour. He said he thought I was correct in my hypothesis when I said that SIDS was caused the Diving Reflex and by the previously unknown action of the tongue acting as a valve and blocking the airways. He brought out autopsy photos of the babies trachea showing pink dots called petechiae as evidence of suffocation.

He was quite old, I guess in his 80's. He asked me to call him the following week without saying for what reason. When I called his upset secretary told me he had suddenly died a few days before.

He'd spent much of his life trying to find the cause of SIDS. My sentiment was that he was probably happy to go once he knew the answer.

This time while I was fixing their copier I began talking to a man in the office named Mark. I thought he was the IT guy because some one there was asking him IT questions. He said he was a researcher in Sleep Apnea so I told him the story of my last visit 30 years ago. While he was talking about his research I realized that sleep apnea could well be a form of Diving Reflex so I asked if any of his dead victims had petechiae. He said yes. 

So I told him about Richard Johnson's book 'The Fat Switch' and how he thought that Metabolic Syndrome was a form of hibernation and also I told him about Sam Parnia 'Dr. Lazarus' who could relive fat dead people intact as long as they had only been dead less than 6 hours. And then I told him that the SIDS diving reflex victims were probably still alive until their autopsy. He was visibly taken back a bit by that thought or so it appeared to me.

As I left I mentioned my instruction to my wife to bury me with my fully charged mobile phone, just in case. He made a meek sort of laugh.

Day 82   pf



Blood/glucose 8.2 mmol/L. Creeping up.   Weight 107.1 kg.   BP 138/82 pulse 83.

Day 81   pf



Here we go again . Weight 107.1 kg roughly 4 kg extra to haul around since day 73 and don't I notice it trying to put on my socks. Over the last 4 days I consumed about 10 litres of milk. The thirst for milk has been almost an addiction lately.

Blood/glucose 8.1 mmol/L just outside of almost perfect. Drum roll please.. BP 150/92 pulse 83. Back into the danger zone. I might have to fast again starting on day 85. We'll see. Either that or cut out the milk. It does make me bloat I notice.

No. I can't give up milk. It's so delicious. And only $1 a litre.


No aphorisms or anecdotes. Too fat too right.

80th Day   pf


Well everything might be stabilizing again. Weight 105.6 kg.  Blood/glucose 7.9 mmol/L BP 148/76 pulse 80.


On 600 mg of Allopurinol again.

Day 79   pf



Weight 106.5 kg.  Same as yesterday. Blood/glucose 8.9 mmol/L. That's a bummer. BP 147/78 pulse 78.



Only 4 days left until my 3 month holiday maybe retirement? We'll see.

Day 78   pf



The decline continues.  Weight 106.5 kg. Blood/glucose 7.7 mmol/L. That's okay.  BP 146/79/ pulse 80.



I've been on 300 mg a day of Allopurinol. Upping it to 600 mg to see the effect on blood pressure.


Last week I took delivery of 154 tablets of Potassium Iodide 130 mg. They are listed by their US maker Iosat  as 'Thyroid Blocking in a Radiation Emergency Only.' One a day will supposedly protect against the nuclear fallout in the event of an all out shooting war. Not that I believe there is a chance there will be one while all contestants have an good chance of dying. Umm.

Iodine is a very interesting substance. Much more so than most other consumable substances.
http://archive.lewrockwell.com/miller/miller20.html

Day 77   pf




Too tired. Blood\glucose 8.7 mmol/L. Bored somewhat as well.

Day 76



Only 8 days left to go and the rate I'm putting on weight should see me back at 113 kg within the 84 day time span.

Weight 105.1 actually its gone down half a kilo. BP 140/85 pulse 75 goodish. Blood/glucose 7.4 mmol/L.

Grandpa's all over the world dream of figures like that.



I heard a song today by 'One Direction' called 'Steal My Girl'. Being the author of the Primary Fundamental Right which states we all own our own bodies only so therefore we cannot own someone else thus enabling them to be 'stolen' from us. Though I'm sure the said girl in question would just love to be 'owned' by any of the wrong direction singers. For a while anyway.

Day 75   pf



Blood/sugar 6.4 mmol/L.  BP 139/76 pulse 85. Weight  105.6 kg. Watch the fat man grow.

Day 74    pf



Wow.  Weight 105 kg.

Blood/glucose 9.2 mmol/L. My God.

BP 1454/84 pulse 83.

Day for reflection.

Day  73    pf


Weight 103.4  kg. Insignificant change of 0.1 kg from yesterday.

Blood/glucose 8.6 mmol/L. Significant change. Danger ahead !!

BP 139/86 pulse 87.


My long service leave of 3 months starts on the 23 Feb which coincidently is the day I plan to halt this blog. Yesterday I was too busy to do much for myself about CashRamRealBills. Probably same for the rest of the week. Next week " I will work harder" as Boxer said.



Lizard person continues:

My experience with the golden XPT had shaken me. Obviously I had some sort of 'trip' but there was more to it than just that. These were pre google days and the font of all knowledge for me was the Mitchell Library. From there I learned the legend of the Rainbow Serpent that more or less covered the whole of Australia and was regarded as its highest deity but was well recorded in the Royal National Park. Had I somehow seen the Rainbow Serpent?

I spoke to a few friends and asked them to accompany me. One, whose wife was Indonesian forbade him citing a similar legend from Java and she didn't want to lose him. The rest we equally hesitant. So I planned my return for a moonlit night early in April I think and with my helpful buddha stick.


On the night I arrived back it was cloudy but I'd brought a big flash light. I tried to retraced my steps from the large stream and I soon realised I was going the right direction as I ascended the hill. Almost at the top I found the stone stairway though now it was badly eroded and showed little resemblance to the well cut stairway I had climbed. Even the side posts that were quite elegant looked like badly weathered stone. Fear was now my main concern and I plodded forward hardly able to breathe. When I reached the edge of the plateau I was immobilized by fear and I could go no further. About 200 metres ahead of me was my destiny and I was certain the creature would be there but I couldn't move neither back nor forward.

I went inside myself and found a remnant from my childhood and limited indoctrination by my grandmother. She had taught me to say 'the Lord's prayer' to myself when I was scared and I found myself muttering it very quietly. Amazingly my courage returned and I began crossing the plateau towards the cliff face where I had seen my XPT. About half way there I realised I had nothing to fear and I began laughing. There was a break in the clouds and there was a single planet above me, watching, I thought it was Saturn, looking down at me the soul performer. Interestingly I just noticed you can pronounced Saturn as Satan. Must have been Mars my mother.

My fear had completely gone so I lay down there on the plateau and went to sleep looking at the planet. When I awoke in the morning I saw that I was on a walking track named something like the word 'courage'. Track of Courage is what I read.

Day 72        pf



Weight 103.3 kg same as 2 days ago.  Blood/glucose 7.3 mmol/L. Here comes the bummer BP 146/85 pulse 84.

Saw Sarah the vodafone lady today. She said "you're fading away" and smiled. And this morning I had no gut at all. Weird.


Fallen in love with Red Lea Chicken. Their 2 crumbed thighs for $5 is so delicious.


Sleepy.

Day 71  pf



Fluctuations.  Weight 103.7 kg.  Blood/glucose 7.6 mmol/L. BP 149/82 pulse 82.

Little bit of alarm bells going off especially as my gut is also making a return though I can see it's pure liquid. This isn't fat this is ballast. One 5 day fast and its all gone again for another couple of weeks. So whats its purpose?

Just 3 nights ago I fell down some concrete steps while taking out the garbage in the dark and somehow landing underneath the back end of a car parked in the driveway. I hit the hard ground with some force yet I wasn't injured at all. My youngest reckoned it's because I'm a lizard person.
Umm.

Had a look at Real Bills and immediately saw its huge potential. How amazing it is. I have an idea how to get it some interested partners. Will talk to some of my contacts in the metal engineering trade tomorrow.




When I was living in Woollahra some 30 odd years ago I sometimes went trekking through the Royal National Park between Cronulla and Wollongong taking a few days sleeping in the bush or on one of the beaches, fishing and cooking over a driftwood fire. It was good for the soul.

Once I found a hidden Arcadia deep in the densest part of the undergrowth far from the walking tracks where a small stream meandered  through a miniature beach and in places was deep enough to allow me to swim underwater. Just perfect. I never felt safe enough to strip off before but I did here and slept on the warm golden sand after having a nice little smoke from a Thai buddha stick.

My long sleep was interrupted by a large fly of a sort I'd never seen before. It looked like a common English Blue Bottle but it was much much bigger and with a beautiful golden orb in the centre of each wing. It was getting late and I had plans in Sydney that night so I followed the stream until I reached a small road then headed north.

I'd been walking for some time and I came to a checkpoint near the entrance of the park and I saw 2 police cars parked there. I figured they were looking for planters and as I had some seeds in my stick I figured it would be wiser to skirt around them so I headed back into the scrub and came out in a picnic area further up the hill.

There was a big family BBQ in progress and my furtive movements saw some of the diners call out to the police even though they were quite some way away. I could hear their cars start up so I ran as fast as I could towards the hill jumping over a fairly wide stream and racing through the bushes all the time going up the hill.

I heard them yelling something to me but I just kept going. Eventually I'd left them far behind and I continued to climb through the scrub towards the top. Being a bit puffed out I looked for an easier route and suddenly I came across some stone steps with 2 stone posts on either side carved out of the natural stone. There was only about 10 steps in all but someone had recently carved them from the rock, that was obvious.

The steps lead onto a animal track which lead onto a large plateau where I stopped to get my bearings. All I could see was this large open space with lots of bushes that had been pulled out of the ground for some strange reason. And I had no idea where I was.

There was a small cliff face towards the end of the flat land and I could see about 200 metres away that something shiny was there so I headed towards it. As I approached I realised it was the XPT, an inter city express train but I could only see the engine, the rest was hidden behind the cliff face. Why was a yellow XPT up here? I knew of no train lines on top of large hills anywhere in that area.

As I was walking I was trying to make out the markings on the side of the engine. The marking seemed to move so I stopped to get a clearer view. To my horror they weren't markings, they were an eye, a huge eye and it was attached to a huge head the size of the XPT train. I froze.

For some reason I figured it was a 4 toed skink, a very large one at that. They look just like snakes except the have 4 legs and I remembered that they hunt by listening for the vibrations of their prey through the 4 toed pads on their feet. I stayed still for about 3 minutes I think until I was sure it hadn't seen or heard me. Then I carefully stepped backwards avoiding twigs.

After about 20 metres I was close to some scrub going over the edge of the hill so I turned and ran and jumped over the edge and rolled through the scrub until I could get up and just kept jumping downwards about 5-10 metres at a time. This time I gone over a different way from whence I came and at the bottom I came across a small billabong with a recess into the cliff face and I hid in there for about 30 minutes until it got dark.

Now I realised why so many bushes were uprooted on the plateau.

After walking through the scrub as quietly as possible on a moonless night for about 30 minutes I think I came across the main Illawarra railway line to Wollongong so I followed it until I came to Waterfall station. I frightened the ticket clerk because I came from behind to get a ticket and the only entrance was from in front which he was usually watching plus I probably looked a bit dishevelled.

Once I got back to Sydney I made plans to return. And I did and what happened was totally unexpected.

Day 70  post fast




 Weight increases to 103.3 kg. I suppose there is the possibility that 101 kg was my optimum weight level so by increasing my food intake even for just one day I might have flipped Richard Johnson's 'Fat Switch' so theoretically I should now increase my weight ad infinitum. We'll soon see.

Blood/glucose still respectable at 7.6 mmol/L.  BP looks towards the heavens again 144/82 pulse 76.


Tomorrow I will start to review the working ability of CashRamRealBills. This is a working prototype of the first ever digital discount system built for decimal gold and silver currencies.

It will be required to produce amounts of profit like never seen before, profit for all participants everywhere.

This will be the backbone of the coming golden age. The investments I make with this will pay for a series of 1,000 rooms hotels orbiting high above the Earth.

And eventually for my trip to Mars.


And then maybe beyond.

http://www.cashrampatent.com/realbills1.php

Day 69    pf


As I said yesterday 'I ate a lot' and sure enough weight went to 102.3 kg,  0.6 kg gain.

Blood/glucose remained reasonable at 7.4 mmol/L. BP is a mystery at 128/82 pulse 80.





Have to get some sleep.

Day 68   pf



Again weight  101.6 kg.  Must change tomorrow. I've hardly stopped eating all day.

Blood/glucose 7.4 mmol/L same as yesterday.

BP sudden drop 121/75 pulse 77. See what I mean? BP does not make sense when this sort of thing happens.




Back in 2009 I built an alternative patent system at www.cashrampatent.com that hopefully will come into its own sometime this year.

It is my belief that the existing patent system keeps most of the world poor because innovation is stifled and monopolies hold reign over too much of the world's wealth. The long life of patents granted only to those who can afford to keep a large legal department whose sole job is protect the monopoly practises of its pay master, keeps 95% of the world on the edge of poverty. This is not how the world works best.

One of the great innovations of the western business system was the legal introduction of the 40 hour week shortly after the WW2  though many countries had implemented shorter hours over 100 years ago for skilled labour many unskilled worked much longer without compensation. What was discovered if workers had a decent income and shorter working time then consumerism became a driver of economies. Many companies rely on Christmas present buying to post a profit so the religious significance is overshadowed by its commercial importance. What this indicates is that a much shorter working week could be of great benefit to employers as well as employees.

Henry Ford's doubling of his workers wages to $5 a day and the lowering of their hours worked to 40 had such an impact on Ford Motor Company that within 3 years they more than doubled their profit. Other manufacturers soon followed suit.

In today's restrictive and regressive working methods few employers could afford to double employees wages and lower their working hours. This can be blamed fully and squarely on the existing patent system which hinders innovation and thereby production methods and costs. Not until the existing patent system is taken out of government hands and placed into the hands of industry with a maximum grant of no more than 5 years can the restrictive monopolies be brought to heel.

We must prepare for the coming robot societies. We must prepare for greater leisure. We must prepare for living to 150-200 years. We must prepare for unprecedented wealth.

Day 67     pf



This exercise in whatever appears to have gone exceedingly well if the outcome wanted is a stable weight, BP and blood/glucose but there is more to this than meets my eye at the moment.

Even so weight is still 101.6 kg. Blood/glucose 7.4 mmol/L and BP 139/88 pulse 76. All good figures.

Day 66   pf


Weight still 101.6 kg.  BP 140/76 pulse 80. Okay I guess. Blood/glucose going up again at 7.8 mmol/L but still within the good range.




Can't think of anything to write.

Day 65   pf




Weight 101.3 kg. Still hanging around the 101 mark. Maybe I should call this blog 'Fasting 101'.

Blood/glucose 6.6 mmol/L. Lovely.

BP 126/77 pulse 80 even more lovely. Its so weird the way my BP changes. One day it's off to the Moon next day fine. Just fine.

So what gives? I don't know. Does'nt make sense.

But wealth does. I hope.




Tithe and Tithing. Since time immemorial humans has paid roughly 10 % of their worth or yearly earnings to someone else in exchange for something such as peace or protection or acceptance into a specific group such as a religion. Tithing is the reason many religions exist. It's a showtime spectacular and many attended their church hoping to get a glimpse of God inside His own house and often they got to breathe in some fragrance laced with a mild psychedelic that let them see whatever they wanted. Nothing like satisfied customers to keep the business end of things going especially if the competition was strong.

Criminal gangs gave a nice variation of the tithe game by getting lots of people to buy 'lottery' tickets voluntarily and then using preset random numbers would pay back 60% of total earnings and keeping 40% for themselves.  Very profitable and much sort after. Even back in the 14 century this was supposedly known as the Italian Numbers Game.

So in truth all religions, all insurance policies, all taxation, all lotteries is a form of gambling hoping for a better life or death. Imagine the relief that comes from knowing your body and soul will be buried in 'consecrated grounds' so Satan can't drag it down in hell to be tortured forever. Some people pay big money for that.

So whenever you get money accumulating it tends to 'bank' up in neat piles of banks of money. Money banks. Banks. And if the banks of money get too high then lend it out and charge Interest or use a Discount.

Now the greatest invention bankers made was that it was possible to make money breed. Money makes money through gambling and the earliest banking messages was invest your money wisely (minimum risk) and it will return you extra money.

The first banking advertisement appears in the Bible when Matthew 25:29  says either you invest your money or you will lose it. And this is good. It helps commerce and creates a circulating currency without which we all die of starvation. But back then Interest was a big NO NO. Only the devil uses Interest. Wise men make profit using Discount. So what's the difference? The difference is the amount of risk involved.

The old religions had lots of experience with both Interest and Discount because they were the peoples banks and they noted that they often lost money if they lent it out on a Interest repayment system but if they lent it out on a Discount repayment system then they usually did better. This was maybe to do with their own greed. Compound interest is more exciting than simple interest and only the 'bankers' were trained in mathematics so only they and some of the Elites knew what was going on. The Sanskrit Sunya or zero was added to calculations by Brahmagupta in the 7th century but it took the travelling diasporic Jewish bankers about 300 years to introduce it to European clients to enable decimal compound interest repayments.

Robbery. By the banks for the banks. As always. Actually they are just following their creed to let the money get together and hopefully breed. But unfortunately large amounts of unemployed money doesn't breed. It creates poverty on a grand scale. Money needs to circulate and only gold is real money and at the moment it is not circulating at all. But it soon will be.

So in the 20's the 'bankers' came up with a great idea. Create artificial money (by fiat) and call it credit. Credit can be created out of thin air so if it fails it can disappear almost as easily as it was created. And credit works best with Interest, much bigger returns through bigger gambles. Credit allows money to be loaned out with very little paperwork especially if it's money used to build a house, a theoretical very tangible asset. In contrast Discount works best with gold (solid, hard money) so as it is more valuable than credit backed paper money and is best employed in projects that offer a guarantee that they will succeed such as in food production. People will always buy food.



Possibly the greatest amount of wealth ever collected was by Victorian England who used gold and the Discount system of money propagation called the Real Bill Doctrine as elucidated by Adam Smith in his 1776 book 'The Wealth of Nations' as their blueprint. As excessive credit always fails then at some point the world has to return to gold and Discount even if only for 50 odd years.

See more examples of Discount and Interest at:

http://www.cashrampatent.com/realbills1.php

Day  64   pf


Today has been an eye opener.   Yesterday I drank 1 litre of Solo 32% sugar and 750mls of Bundaberg Ginger Ale 45% sugar and my blood/glucose has been zooming today from 12.3 mmol/L down to 7.7 mmol/L over a period of 16 hours. So much for my diabetes cure. Funny though there was no smell of honey.

Weight went down 1.3 kg to 100.3 kg. Did the sugar burn up more water? Interesting.

A bit of a rise in BP 142/83 Pulse 77 .



 As noted previously religions are a magnificent way to make real money.

The oldest religion is the Jewish one so Jews have been collecting wealth for around 4,000 years though they have lost it all a few times over. At the moment they are possible at one of their higher points. They did well out of reparations from WW2 and their sons have been the backbone of the US film industry since the 30's but the Japanese have taken a fair share of the pickings since the 80's. Still their brothers in the UK control most of the worlds banking system though if the truth be known possibly that's more of a liability than an asset right now with the approaching GFC 2.

Because since WW1 banks have been allowed on patriotic grounds to list War Bonds at face value instead of actual value banks account records have been in decline for over 100 years so many banks are technically bankrupt and have been since 2008. They have been glued together by quantitative easing but the glue is very runny and any hot day soon they will all come unstuck. Only gold can sort this problem out and fortunately the Sons of Israel probably own as much as 35% of the world's gold and probably much of it is stored under the streets of the City of London, a square mile of banks and pleasure. A city state within a state, same as the Vatican where coincidently the world's oldest banking system still exists.

The Nicholas the 5th building next to the Pope's Palace is the bank of the Roman Catholic Church. It too has been looted a few times since the first Pope St Peter previously known as Saul the banker started the Christian religion 2000 odd years ago. At the moment it appears to be in a bit of a mess with the last pope quitting mid term because he had little control over the Curia, the Mafia affiliated governing body who run the bank now known as the IOR as both a criminal organization laundering illegal proceeds and as the collector of alms for the poor who rarely see any of it.

Actually it is probably no worse than Goldman Sachs or J P Morgan both who conduct nefarious activities with it under the cloak of the US Federal Reserve Bank. Might even be cleaner. Their dislike for theft had them execute a thieving colleague by hanging him from the Blackfriars Bridge in the City of London in 1982.
Swift symbolic justice Mafia style.

Now bankers are no more crooked than anyone else trying to make a quid in a highly competitive industry, its just they make more so it is noticed more. But ask a banker what's the difference between Discount and Interest and he'd be hard pressed to give a lucid answer for now but soon he's going to know exactly what it is if he wants to survive.

Up until about the 15 century all 3 religions officially banned Interest also known as usury. This might have had something to do with the Miracle of Compound Interest. Usury means making excessive profit and for lenders compound interest probably had more Jews killed by Gentiles than anything else. And it all had something to do with Zero.



More tomorrow maybe.