Chlorellaman Heavy Metal Poisoning Detox, Right Away! (eBook)

From the Desk of Chlorellaman


10:31 AM Chandler, AZ USA





I

know you may have noticed the state of your health, fatigued, not present, cranky.

You might know already that you have heavy metal poisoning. It’s the less advertised disease of the 21st century. It affects pretty much anyone and it only becomes a problem when depression or fatigue kicks in.

Mercury, Lead, Mercury and other heavy metals are not meant to be in high quantity in us. There is so much of them we can tolerate





You may have caught yourself trying to do something, wow, was
that me? What
must they think??? I know I have. It was sheer unempowerment. At times
you forget about it and just ignore your own strange condition, but…





here’s the thing…





People treat you differently when your health is consistently, loving,
inspired and motivated. You could tell them you are fine and you
would
still get a different response than you would if your emotions, vital energy and spirit were weak, hopeless, discouraged and tired.

Even friends treat you differently when your health is poor. You could pretend you are fine and you
would
still get this pityful attitude of theirs toward you, that wouldn’t happen if your emotions, vital energy and spirit were upbeat, radiant, on purpose and joyful.

Believe
me….I know.

The other day, I was told by a girl
that she considers me to be one of the

healthiest guys she ever met

.

Am I up all the time? Far from it. But when I am down, I am healthy down. I know my qualities of health.

You can infect
people with a kind of permanent and sincere
recognition that you have a healthy lifestyle.
It’s  hard
wired into our brains!

“Heavy Metal Detox-
Right
Away!“©

I
present you with a couple of simple Exercises and some things that
you must do to condition your healthy detox lifestyle. These are
temporary measures
and once you have zeroed in on that deep, reliable presence, within a couple week,
you wont need to work any more at getting better. You will jump on all what life as to offer.





Read more about this miracle treatment below. But right now, I
want to tell you a little about myself and how this shocking discovery
came about.





In
September 2004 I was cheering my way through life.


I was going to a work I liked and go home to my girl. I didn’t really have health problems, I was bragging I didn’t catch a flu for 8 years.

I was definitely not the “looser” type as you can see
from my picture above. I was
not particularly fragile, in fact I was
quite strong.





I didn’t see myself as strong, but I knew how to call
a
spade a spade and life in america was pretty opportunistic.





It never occurred to me in a million Sundays, that I would transform
myself that year, into something totally different.





A
completely new animal.

The events that led to my regression came down from nowhere.





Myself, one morning, refused to function and powered down. I wasn’t expecting it to lift a car like a Marvel character.


But at least be able to get to my car.



But when I couldn’t, I do remember feeling uncharacteristically
confused about
it. I
was delirious with lack of information, not mad at anyone, but with my life, the
way
things were shaping up. The way the world was telling me that my
unfolding future would pan out.





I was smart, a good man. I knew I would get a pretty good life. I
wasn’t worried about that.

But something inside of me just unexplainable…NO MORE





I was a 170 pound stong body with no juice to power it. NOTHING.





A man is not
a robot.





A man needs more than just work and relationshops, to live a well
rounded life.

A man needs to feel powerful, desired by women and
respected by his peers.





Thats
obvious, but it never occurred to me
until that life changing day, that my body, despite my other problems,
was the key to re-inventing myself.





You can dress different, you can act different, you can add some
weight,
so you don’t look so small, you can get a new hair style, or get
contact lenses but eventually, none of those things work for one single
reason. …they
are superficial changes.





I remember finding myself receiving messages from my body, pain here, anger there.

I wanted to crawl under a rock. I
wanted to cry. I wanted to be invisible, because I was overwhelmed with the new information. I knew within hours, it was not temporary as the doctors diagnosed me with an extremely rare disease, “non-kinesigenic paroxysmal choreoathetosis”. I was trying to find a way to ignore the name so I don’t look stupid.
on top of having lost my body strength the same week.

I knew I was trying to keep going like nothing much happened. But my mind was preoccupied.



As these fearful thoughts bounced around in my brain there in front of the internet, I started to frown. It was unstoppable. I was puzzled, this diagnostic is pretty much saying “we the medical profession have no clue, so that name just describes the symptom”, only 4 people on the planet have it….I never cried! It made me so mad. I
felt even more wussy, even more mad.


Still, most of it would still be repressed really. I was just becoming the journey of a victim.



There was nobody around to help me.





The place was deserted, I just was surrounded by experts asking me how I am doing, how I am feeling. I
didn’t care about their questions any more,I realized they were in no case interested in healing me. I was in such misery. After 30 minutes my emotions
subsided, I just sat there, looking blankly at a bunch of books sitting
on the table I was seated at. I couldn’t think. I was
done visiting doctors and was just sitting there, the fear beginning to loom in
the
back of my mind again, as I realized soon, I was going to face direct
ridicule
and laughter at my actions that day for express my willingness of going back to work on Monday. Like
I don’t have a right to try!

I
remember to this day, how starkly the word “in charge” echoed
in my mind.
Like there was something telling me “Seek help,
seek help, seek help”.





I was looking
at these pile of scientist and it was only obvious after I saw the word
“doctor” on all those doors, that my mind was giving a lot of power to them.





About 1 year later, God, that power I re-owned. “I was one more time diagnosed with something”, over the phone by a psychic. “You have heavy metal poisoning”, the voice said.

What does he know. He recommended I got tested for HM poisoning, I had not much to do then, my job had been terminated a few weeks after this all started.
My girlfriend was now officially a friend. They injected a product in my veins. They took some of my blood. I peed in a jar for 24 hours.
The post office transported my fluid to a lab. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I knew
I had something going on, that kept me going in the last 18 months. It was one of those moments in life, that I
knew…just knew, was some sort of turning point.





I was diagnosed with something tangible. High levels of heavy metals in blood and urine. Mercury and lead were the highest, I was told to focus my “detox” on those. I was like my mind
was releaved by hope, a diagnostic I can work with.

I followed up with 9 months of chelation therapy at the doctor.

I was retested and NOTHING HAD CHANGED. Levels of mercury and lead were the same, on top of that they found new heavy metals in my body!!!.
I went home and sucked up every scrap of information I could get about mercury and lead on the internet.





I forgot about time that day. In fact I was so motivated, I read about detox and did detox. Looking for hope.

Next morning I bought all those different things, did them for what I remember at least 6 months. 6-month older I still felt like crap, tired of sending hope in diverse purchases
and receiving desillusions when my health didn’t improve, still the same as a few years back.

I started experimenting different theories. I was not desperate, I was passed that, I was… onto something.

Now gang, I had about 15 theories at least, all very promising, all failed.

Until one day, I felt down in the bathroom and I cried. there was a mirror behind the bathroom door and I started hearing voices.

I received information from whoever was talking in my head, I applied it.

I started doing them and within 2-3 weeks I had a job and a satisfying health.

Next day I started implementing the informations I had received from diverse sources. I was too
busy. rebuilding my life. The way it looked to me, this information
was much more
important than watching tv to distract myself when not feeling like doing anythhing. To tell the truth, I just cut
myself a break, I just decided that I didn’t want to face
the snide
comments and ridicule of living like a victim any more. I just didn’t need it.

I was never the kind of guy that would decide to fall into victim consciousness. But when life blows, there is somewhere something that stabbed you in the back. My freaking body just got hit. That was sneaky, it came from food, from water or somewhere else in the environment. I just can’t handle it. I am loosing force, power, strength, lucidity and love.

I am loosing my mind over it. That has been 2 years now I am screwing around, first with doctors, then with internet junk-information, then with my own theories.

Sometimes, no matter how
committed and dutiful you are to your job or study, you just gotta say,
hey, it is time for a time out.





During those days in my room, something strange happened. I went beyond hope. The hell with hope, it comes out of darkeness. I want riches, livelihood, recognition. I want to be a man again!

I
found a
power and mastery


nobody
could steal from me.

The information from the mirror, quite although
“what does it have to do with anything?” was quite a remarkable insight. But it didn’t
do what I
hoped it would do. Give me strength, while healing. What the information
did do however, was allow me to investigate my own avenues. It
gave me ideas I
didn’t even think were possible.

I
began to thank what happened to me in my prayers.

By
the second week of 16 failed theories, I began to notice a distinct control over my health. I tried 17 different ideas and the one that
worked was the
last. I could literally “will” my health deeper after doing the detox
routines I had developed there in the privacy of my own room. These
exercises created an environment in my body that felt like my
heart was pounding again when I stuck to them.





It
felt beefed up and roaring to go. I had a command over my downtime that I
had never felt before. It was a permanent change. There was now rest, not down.
I was healthy like never before

I started making videos and helping others as I was getting better.





During those 2 weeks, I was actually physically “working out” my detox techniques,
like a body builder
works out his biceps. Well…not quite, I was working out certain
areas that lengthened and strenghtened my healthy uptimes. These conditionings in
my habits forced the body to relax my mind.





This is not about
hard stuff! Believe me I can’t stand heavy duty activities.

This
is about forcing the
body, by strengthening certain habits of recuperation. When
these specific rituals are buffed, your body relaxes all the time
because it is not working to support you.





It may sound ludicrous, but you are actually supporting your body. These are a group of knowing
that
many people with sickness actually rely , in part, on their expectations
to hold their neck up!





Astonishing!!!





That
is why I was thanking my insights in my prayers….because he
explained these concepts to me, that my expectations were holding me back

Once I could see this treatment working, I was exctatic!!! I did the
exercises as often as I could over week.





Each day brought a new,
more powerful level of health resonance and power. I remember standing
in my dorm room, excercising,





Channeling energy! Channeling energy!





My heart beat like never before in my last 2-year of existence.There
was a powerful back wash of vitality as I moved MY OWN
body! I could feel the repercusions deep in my chest, after only a
few days of doing the exercises. AMAZING!!!

Even guys with blurred mind like me, sound intelligent sometimes. Like for
example in the mornings, even before I discovered this miracle
treatment for high pitched voice, I could wake up half asleep and be able to think
with nice clear ideas in my head. But usually by 8am or a few hours
after I wake up, my now normal, foggy mind. A tight, little,
slow thinking would appeear.





After I did these exercises and conditioned my routines, the foggy me
went away. Completely gone. I thoughts clearly, all day
long. I could stay up, clear and sound up to 10pm  . Regular days, still reverberating and resonant since rising at 7 a.m..





The first time I reached that goal, I was excstatic, I wanted to see if I could do that the next day. Almost as it turned out.
Despite my assurances that I felt now fine, it took me an extra day to be able to do 2 days in the row of great time. When I finally accepted it, that processes happen graduall, I finally recognized that I made it. I healed. I just laughed it off and, as I
counted my small victories, I nailed this huge victory and celebrated with friends over at home.





The next day, I was geared to go downtown. I haven’t been in the big city for ages.

Now…you gotta remember how I looked back then. It was only 1-week of
these exercises and I was determined to not rest on my laurels. I was committed to keep going from there, keep active until I go back to an independant life, unassisted by friends or a strain on society.
It was amazing if I do say so
myself. I had so much energy I needed to channel it. I had nothing to do, no work, no activities, no gym membership. It
was kinda ridiculous. Like a race car in a children square. It was a shock! I looked like fidgetty, even at 29,
but my mind sounded like a fully ready, powerful man.





Nevertheless, this was the new me. I was not making any apologies. I
spoke with my full charisma. The temp agency clerk, a newly wed blond hottie was completely disarmed after I spoke for 30 seconds. I told her I wanted a job, I ddn’t care what, night, days, week-ends, I had lenty of energy to sell.
It was awesome.





She sat there actually behaving subordinate to me! It was a
real turn on! She shot me a question about my past experiences, the minute I answered, in a vibrant,
enthusisastic, clear voice, I told her I didn’t want to do that, I just wanted to do something, picker packer I said, as I read on the form I had filled out previously.
She was collaborative. I looked skinny, but I sounded and stood powerful!!!





I remember she called the next days. she got myself a pickup packer job in the week-end. I went there, worked the night shift A real paradise after not working for years.
The satisfaction of the first pay check, I
didn’t care about the amount, I cared about the activities. Anyway,

I was confident as
hell!





That temp job didn’t keep me full time, so I talked about looking for jobs to everyone I ran into.
I applied at supermarkets, local stores. One of those little shop got back to me and hired me, within a month, I had done about 3-different jobs on and off. The 4th one came upafter the end fo the month.
A solid, full-time, well paid job in an ad agency.

They asked me about the “hole” in my work history. I just said I had heavy metal poisoning, I took care of it and I am now back r.

Friends lectured me I shouldn’t tell them, however, I was proud of my success, people had to accept me for who I was and where I had been. I was so confident in myself that no small lies could stand
in my consciousness. It turned out, they hired me with the highest salary they offered for that position, a nice one.

my resonant voice traveled acoustically through the
auditorium. Nobody recognized the voice and they all turned to look who
it was after I finished speaking!! It was hilarious to me because of
the impact I was having! There were murmurs, but no snickering!





The rest of that first day was a blur. But it was the beginning of the
rest of my life. I was still a dweeby, skinny dude, but I was
definitely a man again. I had lost the intimate relationship with my soulmate, I lost my job, was separated from friends.


Time, that was the killer.

OH YEAH… I don’t want you to feel that pain. I know you will save yourself with time 🙂

Time is not fixing all things up!

But will you save your familly? will you be there for children growing up. How do you want to be remembered?

I wasn’t there for my Goddaughter. I wasn’t there for my girlfriend, I wasn’t delivering to the friend that had hired me in the job I had.

You can’t fix those things, you can’t make up for the time that you weren’t there, the birthdays,the parties, the week-ends. You can spend more time now, but you can’t make it up.

Where was I? I was struggling, ultimately with myself, why some people release heavy metals before they get sick and some other linger in them?

I developed book to the fullest extent so you may save the things you cherish, the things that matter to you. The
amazing thing was that these exercises, these amazing treatments, not
only gave me the power that even a professional “doctor” would
envy, but it got rid of my “weaknesses”. Look, I am now more confident than every before. More compassionate, appreciative and patient. My emotions and
mind also responded to the work I did over that break. By the time
I returned, early in 2007,

I was
a completely new type of guy.

I was one of those cool dudes. I had a new wardrobe and contacts. My shoulders were bigger,
but it was my clarity and composition that really gave the impact. My frail body was now
a thick strong muscle group that aesthetically looked good too!

But look, this isnt about work outs or building up your body. I did do
that because I started respecting, appreciating and paying attention to my body needs and wants.
I just weren’t buff like I was before. I was now, a strong soul in as strong body. You may or may
not
have an awesome health. But if you want to score, I can guarantee you will find it in my results getting report.

“Heavy Metal Detox, Right Away!”©