“In the chase after causative factors of disease, I have been displaced from my dominating position among the organs, in man’s perception — however, in the scale of so-called pleasures of life and culture, I have been elevated to the ‘Chief God.’ In reality, the millenarian mistreatment of man has made of me a dark chamber of suicidal table enjoyment — and pain, my warning voice and defensive force, has been choked in the endless courses of dimmed kitchens. Man’s thinking has become obscured in the tempo of over-culture of his abdomen — the conception of health has dissolved in fancy — and the specter of disease is haunting him. Also the terror of this phantom; his suffering and death, emanate from me. If I am the center of life; why should I not, also, be the center of death
“Pain, uneasiness in general — and in particular parts — are my signals to: ‘Stop! too much unnecessary eating!’ These are alarm dispatches, and indicate functional disturbances in the vascular system, as a reaction on me — which I ingeniously support by loss of appetite. They answer me by strangling my voice, thru’ more eating. My voice works as a danger signal, causing pain — because, thru’ over-eating and drinking, the pressure and density of blood are increased by me, instead of being diminished. In the state of disease and elimination, the blood stream carries the dissolved auto-toxins from me to the kidneys; this goes on painlessly, with relaxed tissues, only while fasting — which acts as a relief. Pain is merely my cry of distress; an expression of my disturbed healing work, which I can perform, thoroughly, only when I am empty and fasting. In fact and truth, my pain signals are good and life-promoting; thought and action-provoking to thinking people. They should be the refining fire; the upward move for the overcoming of suffering and disease — the fore-runner of a new dawn of life. (These ideas may serve as a contribution to the Philosophy of Suffering; or Revelation of all values.)
“I, the Stomach, am the primary ruler over life and death; from the first primitive intestinal cell, to the passing away of the last creature. My rule over living beings is self-evident — as I am the first deciding court of remedy; of repair; of restoration of the functional and organic disturbances called disease. Unceasingly, with the help of the organs of elimination and protection, I am secretly at work; to regulate the well-being of man with Edenic reserve forces. Especially in advanced years, I maintain a secret process of life-protecting and life-sustaining purpose; in the most subtle form. Under continued inflow of inassimilable matter, of so-called food culture, and. especially, during the stoppage of my drainage canal, I am unable to maintain the balance. I become flabby, from the eliminating work, and so does the whole tissue and blood system of my surroundings, and, of the entire body. I can neither digest the inflow, nor overcome it by secretion. I have to deposit matter for more tranquil times, and store it up in the tissues. Abnormal distension of my cavity, and of the whole body, is called ‘vigorous health’ — which must be registered by a pathological condition.
“My ‘striking’; and the possibility of eliminating the morbid matter of putrescent refuse, consists in absolute emptiness and sobriety of fasting — and on an instinctive animal command of the ‘world regisseur.’ My intention is good — a regulating of the health and running-activity — a sort of self-defense — an aid from the underground. Instead of properly defending yourselves against all enemies and dangers of life, you have throttled my life and healing activities — my digestive power and my eating capacity. My glands, my walls, the tissues of my surroundings, and, especially, my ten meter long canal, are permeated, infected, soiled, in proportion to my chronic abuse, thru’ modern eating. At the basis of my tissues, especially those of my surroundings, I have to deposit the residue, which, in the course of all disease, remains unknown to you; as the primary cause — because, only while I am empty and fasting, can I attack it; devour it; work it off; burn it up; and healingly eliminate it thru’ the blood stream.
“Instead of being a fountain of wholesome life — the source of purest blood and health — I have become the secret underground chamber; the breeding place of all suffering, and the father of all misery.
“Thus I take up my ‘song of lamentation,’ as the most temperate representative of the present time. ‘He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.’ Already, in the womb of the mother — out of care for a new human life — I induce disgust for unnatural ‘cultured’ eating — to retain the purity of the blood, and to conform with the instinct for primitive nutrition, thru’ fruit. However, I am fed double rations — and they wonder why the birth takes place with pain, and danger to life for mother and child. I am given food poor in minerals, especially in lime — such as flesh, boiled, decalcified milk; while I long for the lime salts of fruits — since I have to build up a new bony frame for the embryo. I catch up every milligram of lime salts, even at the expense of the mother’s teeth; in order to give it to the child, in formation. Hysteria, and caries of the teeth of the pregnant, is how they diagnose my care for a new human life. I am unable to build good mother’s milk substance; since I am lacking in fruit sugar; its main ingredient — although I am flooded with cow’s milk. I am also kept well supplied with this during the nursing period of the young one — also with the entire list of imaginable slime preparations. I cannot overcome the cheesy, putrescent refuse, and the slimy condition reaches from the throat to the pasted and clogged-up outlet. My interior is stuffed with boiled, pallid, curdled and decalcified milk, and its germ-producing condition threatens to strangle the windpipe of the little one. I am laboring with obstructions, impediments and friction; in fever heat. By forceful, downward pressure, I try to make room, but my good intentions are frustrated thru’ constipating drugs. Now I have the emergency vents of the skin open to throw off waste and impurities, that slide into the blood stream.
“Measles, scarlet fever, eruptions — they call my last efforts to throw off the morbid; the useless; the disease germs. If, in spite of all, the young citizen succeeds in getting on his legs; he at once searches for sweets and fruits; to which I urge him, with Edenic instinct. The live elements of fruit sugar give me a chance for a radical discharge of the putrescent mucus masses that have accumulated into a dangerous breeding field, within myself — with a stench reminding one of carrion and death. I discharge the first layer of my own depository of disease, and that of the intestines, as a warning to reform; and as a sign of my good intentions as to ‘life insurance.’ This is called loose stool; scientifically known as diarrhea and colitis; and is stopped by opium. Since my evacuations originate from putrid, curdled milk, they are of greenish color. With adults, especially with heavy meat eaters, they are blackish. In extreme cases of my defense work, downward, as well as upward, they speak more learnedly of Cholera morbus. If, thru’ climatic heat, the danger of fermentation is still greater, and my provisional eruptions more intense; then my attempts at cleansing from slime and bacillus soil is called Cholera Asiatica — with which one usually smothers in his own morass; because he counteracts my eliminative efforts. When attempting to gradually accustom my youthful purity to meat, liquors, etc., I respond, in the child, with squeamishness, and, in my juvenile elasticity, I try to eject the loathsome, unnatural stuff, thru’ energetic contractions. This is called ‘colic’; and with the aid of the rod, they force the reactive youngster to weaken my original power, thru’ so-called strengthening food.
“At the age of puberty, I start my special effort at cleansing, with the woman — in the organ of gestation — to take place regularly each month, before the period of possible conception; with the sole purpose of cleansing before fecundation. This phenomenon is the health-regulating process of disease; and is lessened both as to quantity and frequency, in proportion to the general efforts at cleansing; commencing with me. It becomes superfluous and disappears entirely, with perfect health — if I am fed exclusively on pure and unmixed food, with fruit, alone. (For proof; we refer to the lives of many saints.) I am likewise interested in the formation of pure blood in the young man, since the quality of his blood is not only of importance to him; but to his whole future generation. The sins of the ancestors, and the germs of immortality are in the atmosphere of today, but, with me, nobody has dared to find them. The entire list of sexuo-pathological symptoms may be pretty closely produced thru’ a one-sided, extreme increase in feeding on ‘food of the beasts of prey.’ Do you know that you can kill a man by feeding him exclusively on flesh — the much-lauded main food of the century?
“With the Stomach, also, ‘talking amounts to silver,’ while silence is often worth gold; especially, when one’s stomach could speak whole volumes about the foolishness of people, but without avail. To the asthmatic I give timely warnings of my uneasiness due to lack of oxygen in the digestion. I control the elimination and subsequent emaciation in these types, especially. Tuberculosis has a certain healing tendency,’ said Prof. Virchow, the great pathologist. This disease also originates with me — in the underground — destroying the air-organ, when I cannot get any more air on account of wrong eating. To overcome the highest degree of blood corruption and the breakdown of the entire cell state — as in the case of tuberculosis and cancer, my blood stream seeks to get a crater-like eruption spot; and an emergency vent, as it were, to throw off the products of decay, viz: slime and pus. At the very beginning, before the process of eruption, I ulcerate the surroundings; while depositing, germinating and re-building — for the filth is of especially putrefactive origin — resulting from excessive consumption of flesh and eggs. In most cases of this kind, I — the builder of man’s body — am unable to be of material help — and, if they attempt to assist me with their ‘best diet,’ they only make things worse.
“Do they not even try to regulate the heart beat, thru’ means which I have to take? Then why should not I also be the ‘father of tortured hearts,’ when I, thru’ high pressure, must poison and current the blood which is banked up in the chambers of this valve; congesting the air pump (the lungs) where gas — oxygen, is lacking? Not only must I, as the breeding and blood forming place — produce germs of putrefaction — in the field of underground encumbrance, but, by force of emergency the pathological matter even forms into crystallized, stony condensations; obstructing the blood stream in narrow passage-ways (as in the case of rheumatism) or being deposited as stones in the gall bladder, or in the notches of the intestines.
“The resisting bulwark and greatest counter-force; the greatest impediment — which makes it possible to prevent this germ depositary of all diseases — is chronic constipation; the obstruction of the end of my drainage pipe; the rectum. Of the upper portion of my auxiliary organ — the intestinal canal — only one part need be mentioned here. In sheer blindness, they mistook the appendix for a ‘blind’ — superfluous and even impending structure, which, however, was to assist in the lubrication and smoothening of the chyle; thru’ its secretion — like the oiler of a machine. Naturally, a machine will run for a time with a clogged-up oiler; or without same — but only until it becomes burning hot.”
“Still greater than within myself and my surroundings, is the accumulation of filth at the outlet of the drainage pipe. Thru’ decades of damming up, there has gathered a mire-like mass beyond description. The deep folds conceal heaps of slime and fecal matter, in stony formation of many years’ standing. This ulcerating and fermenting depositary of putrefying refuse of the process of disintegration of one’s own tissues, is, in conjunction with myself, a first-class hot bed and breeding place of all diseases. Here is the dark, secret, underground reservoir of the dietary mire, which is poisoning the blood-stream from childhood on, and, like an obscure subterranean spring, is feeding all painful disease symptoms. There we find the deeper causes of apoplexy, neurasthenia, typhus, head troubles, kidney and liver affections — and of the varied list of ‘specialties’ invented by the ‘medical brain.’ I, the principal organ of digestion, like all other parts; especially the injured tissues of blood vessels congested by a cold — continuously receive from this reservoir deadly excremental gases and substances, thru’ the circulation — and I even stir up this partially dead chamber, within a living body, because I must, naturally, expel my contents thereinto.
“Germs of decayed and live parasites, broods of vermin of various species, live and thrive on the refuse of flesh and starch in the alimentary canals of un-numbered people; displaying a good appetite, and a voracity for the favored food of these pests. Fruit acids would kill them — but my interior walls, and my reflecting image, the taste-organ (tongue), are so charged with slime and so pasty that I cannot make known my primitive instinct for fruit. Air; water; sunshine; fruit sugar; fruit acids — and the building stones of organized substances containing albumen in the maximum of one-half per cent, were, originally, and still are the sole and natural components of my helio-electric formation of blood — with radio-active force from sweet scents and odors of fruits; ‘the bread of Heaven.’
“I was, originally, tuned to a mono-diet consisting of a varied selection from the fruits in season, differing in the degree of their water value, and in accordance with the position of the sun and the average temperature of the respective zones. Out of these, I produced force and warmth; bone and muscle, for Edenic man, healthy and free from disease germs — just as today with the frugivorous apes; or with quadrupeds, on grass and water, in twenty degrees below zero.
“I can ward off and expel the much-accused poisons of modern civilization, such as alcohol, coffee, tobacco, etc., in much less time than I can throw off the ballast of ‘cultured’ eating, which has become the custom. The continuous overloading therewith, in disgusting mixtures, and without necessity, threatens to choke and drown me, and my life functions. Within me, on a base of soups, beer and wine, there is constantly swimming a varied and heterogeneous mixture of unchewed and useless substances, which are already largely decomposed — out of which I am supposed to turn out the live ingredients of the blood.
“The first thing to do would be to value all eatables accordingly — so that none of the necessary secretions and excretions would adhere to me, or to any part of the digestive apparatus; encumbering and obstructing everything with pasty slime — and to liberate me, first of all, from all slime permeating my structure — thru’ the use of dissolving foods, especially fruits, salads and vegetables.
“To be, or not to be, healthy or sick — the life and death of man and humanity lies within my power. I am the ultimate smithery and destiny to all men. According to natural law and purpose, I am the hammer which can fashion out of blood and iron, men with vigorous, indestructible health. To be sure, it takes live blood made out of the meat of grapes, oranges and such fruits, full of organic iron — instead of dead animals, with disintegrated and devitalized albuminous matter. I seem only to have become the anvil on which they think to weld dead matter into live substance. My silent, Edenic harmony has been turned into dull growling. I already spit sparks of fire which will consume him who means to throttle me. His downfall is my paternal blood on the stage of life, in the Tragedy of Man’s Nutrition
“Thus sounds my lamentation: I, and my auxiliary organs, have been proven, in the zoological order of evolution — with ‘moral glory’ — to be the organs of beasts of prey — and, in the biological order, from a dietetic and physiological standpoint, we have been out on a level with the swine — in order to justify the modern diet. All species and varieties I must digest; from the mollusks of the sea to the ruminants of the field, and the birds of the air — and I have, apparently, adapted myself to their form of nutrition. Man has lost the appetite for fruits — the primary diet of the human stomach — and the faith in their live power (according to Mr. Birher-Benner.) The genealogy of man may be traced back to the ape family, thru’ a queer branching off — but, in the present condition of my auxiliary organs, the teeth and intestines; and of myself, my brotherly similarity to the frugivorous ape, in regard to diet, has been denied.
“Man was formerly content to be satisfied with a few fruits of the forest, in order to procreate god-like, Edenic human beings, as the predecessors of the hunter, with spear and fire. I am still existing on this pre-historic reserve fund of force; while dissipating my capital fund in the digestion of luxuries. My present silence — while being fed on milk, eggs, flesh, cereals and pulses, liquors, and the entire modern artificial diet, speaks volumes. My glands, and the introductory structures of my tract are clogged with a slimy, sticky mucus, which has ruined them. The sensory and defensory nerves are benumbed. With the patience of a giant, I endure the ten-fold measure and carrion-like quality of the meals, lauded as good and strengthening — while they are the very opposite — weakening and inducing incapacity to react against inassimilable matter. In fact, I operate under great difficulties, and ‘keep the machine going’ with the most necessary water and air. They call my silence under the strain of desperate effort — and the mute patience of a giant — ‘good digestion.’ While the organic wheel is jarring, heaving and groaning, and the pipes threaten to burst.
“Grapes, cherries, apples, all sweet and sour fruits I easily digest and turn into pure blood, thru’ my Edenic capacities — only when I have thereby eliminated and ejected the last remnant of refuse matter, accumulated during a lifetime. If you again extend the hand of reconciliation, for the ‘bread of Heaven,’ and you want to eat yourself well, then I commence the most ingenious mining work, with the new blood from the sun kitchen. With it, I work thru’ the whole body, stirring up the old, latent disease germs, and especially, the new-symptom fields. I begin the healing and transmutation of the entire man. The most radical cleansing of myself, and of my surroundings — particularly of my drainage system, which is full of retained refuse matter, furnishing the real reduction of the entire encumbrance — and manifesting itself in an alarming emaciation. However, I can only commence my constructive, nourishing work with fruits, after all worn-out building material of my mansion has been removed. I can then, only, become again the fountain of health; the wall of life; the inexhaustible source of vigor and pleasure — altho’, hereditarily, since Adam; thru’ milleniums, and, individually, for decades, I have been the father of misery, and the germinating center of all diseases and afflictions.”
“THUS SPEAKETH THE STOMACH.”
Finis
