Gut Bacteria And Me

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The woman who wrote to me said flat out that I'm an idiot. No blame. That's not news to me. Lots of people not only think I'm an idiot, but a Mongoloid without the classical slant-eyed look of one. I should take her unsolicited advice, but I don't know how. I'm an idiot. She and I have only been communicating for a week or so. I don't know how she caught on to me so fast. Perhaps she's projecting.

I didn't get much sleep last night. Probably because I'm an idiot. I meditated using the Gnaural software again at the same time I listened to the binaural beat videos . The first sitting was the default theta program. The second was the delta program I designed. I only listened to around 40 minutes of the delta sequence, but that may be the reason i didn't get much sleep. I woke up after a brief time having a nightmare of being attacked by a couple of young hoodlums who came to my house uninvited. Aiiiyyyyeeeee!

The Nova program I watched about sleep yesterday was interesting. This science lady used fruit flies to show what happens if they don't get sleep. They eventually die. I've taken sleeplessness to the extreme and to the point of chronic fatigue. Not because I was experimenting, but because I was a homeless bum on the road and couldn't find a safe place to sleep. Nobody was agitating like the woman did the fruit flies. I did that because I'm an idiot. I wanted to know what I set out to know, but as I wrote recently, sometime knowing is not enough. I need more than knowledge.

On YouTube I searched for videos in which people discussed being a Type 5 enneagram person like me. Listening to them was very informative. Type Five's chief feature is avarice. Some of the people in the videos used the term "hoarding" instead of greediness or being a miser as I've written in the past. Hoarding is a very descriptive term for what we experience. I hoard the stuff I need to get off by myself to figure out why I don't experience emotion in real time. Only later when I can be alone. Then, I get it. That's a big disadvantage socially.

It's not that I don't let my emotions show in social exchanges. I'm not hiding them. I don't allow them to happen at all until I'm sure I can deal with them. Doing that just seems odd. Studying the Enneagrams has been one of the most useful systems for thinking about things and contemplating my life as any of the other systems I've mastered. The fact that I don't share those systems I've conquered is symbolic of the type of hoarding Fives refer to.

In the ancient Hebrew writings what is small is a mustard seed. A mustard seed may have been the smallest coherent object they had to describe the microcosm. Over time, descriptions for small has gone to the extreme. It's important to me personally to find a good descriptor for small due to my arrival here on Earth as an object that "looks like" an oyster pearl, but small. Very small. How small has been hard to say.

In the last couple of months or so I've been studying what the term "probiotics" describes. Probiotics are gut bacteria. The scientists who research gut bacteria state that each of us have trillions of them in our intestines. The pills and capsules I buy and consume has billions of live gut bacteria in them. The capsules are not that large. Just regular size capsules of the kind you might take medicine in. Yet, they have tens of billions of live bacteria.

That astounds me. That's mighty small for an living creature. I find it difficult to imagine something so small can be a living entity. I've spent a considerable amount of time reading and researching probiotics. More recently I've matriculated to studying "prebiotics". Prebiotics is about the food gut bacteria thrive on. The idea is to feed the friendly gut bacteria so they get stronger than the unfriendly gut bacteria, and murder them.

As odd as that may sound, it's looking more and more like all I'm doing or have ever actually done is feed my gut bacteria. It's not what healthy food for me that matters, but what makes my gut flora happy. I give them what they need to be happy, and they keep me healthy and physically fit. That's a different way of thinking about food than I'm used to.

Last night I forgot to add a teaspoon of inulin to my food to feed my friendly gut bacteria. Maybe that's why I didn't get a decent amount of sleep. Perhaps my gut bacteria are angry with me for not giving them their favorite treat. I'll make up for it this morning. I'm cooking my usual oatmeal, and to make sure I don't forget the inulin I've already put it in the bowl I use so I won't forget when the oatmeal is done.

Inulin doesn't get digested until it reaches the large intestine. That's where the gut bacteria do their best work. Over time I'm gonna learn the names of many of these gut bacteria so I can give the appearance I know exactly what I'm writing about. Isn't that what writing is for? If I don't learn their nay-me-s they might get insulted. Who wants that?

I wanna know if I'm communicating in some way with my gut bacteria. It might be useful to do that. I've been reading articles written by respected doctors and researchers at the famous research hospitals in recognized journals about how many, if not most autoimmune diseases are caused by an lack of balance between the friendly and unfriendly gut bacteria.

I don't have any medical training to be able to have a valid opinion one way or the other, but what I'm reading makes sense to me. They say it's the excrement of these gut bacteria that helps or hurts, and that is the real reason for the old adage, "You are what you eat." I'm thinking about learning this gut bacteria rap. Maybe not so much to use it to look smart, but to understand what the researchers are pronouncing as the God's own truth. What if they're right?

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