21 day water fast: day 19

alarm clockI woke up this morning, my first thought slightly tinged with sadness at how close the end of the fast is… It really is close now.  After today, just one more full day before Day 21, and I slowly begin to reintroduce food back into my life.  Otherwise, I’ve been completely at peace.  I’ve no abstract sense of time or need to look at the clock.  The day just passes as it does.  It makes me wonder how life must have been so many centuries ago, before we began to ‘cut the day into shreds’ (in the words of Peter Gabriel).  Before the days of clocks and time-keeping, we would have been so much more at one with the world and its natural rhythms instead of trying to fit our lives into the abstract mathematical divisions of hours and minutes.  Just being with the day instead of anticipating ‘X’ o’clock and ‘Y’ o’clock and stressed by how much time it takes to get from X to Y… Continue reading 21 day water fast: day 19

21 day water fast: day 18

Street signDriving into town yesterday provided a reference point about how my consciousness has naturally and gradually opened from a more focussed perspective.  In retrospect, the whole trip itself provided another, deeper reference point, because since then – in breaking the solitude and continuity of being here at the cottage, as well as in buying the food which will break the 21 days of pure water – I keep finding myself thinking about the approaching end of the fast.  With only three more days to go, perhaps this would have been inevitable anyway, but certainly yesterday’s brief return to civilisation has intensified the feeling.  In thinking forward to Day 21, part of me is looking forward to eating, but it’s not a very strong voice.  I’m not planning any feasts in my fantasy of fantasies.  (The only thing I’m really looking forward to is giving up this almost cripplingly low blood pressure.)  Another part of me is preparing to bid farewell to these truly amazing three weeks. Continue reading 21 day water fast: day 18

21 day water fast: days 12, 13, 14

can't sleepI’ve not written in the last couple of days because there really hasn’t been any significant change to talk about.  Subtle shifts, yes, but it’s taken a couple of days to establish whether these are real or just my imagination.

Maybe first and foremost has been a gradually rise in mental energy – as opposed to physical energy which, although slightly stronger, still falls into the “hitting the wall” category of debilitating weakness.  Over the last few days I’ve had to take care of some work on the computer.  My concentration and focus has been totally 100%, and in terms of stamina has been well above my everyday standard.  I put in a couple of eight-hour days without any breaks and without any fatigue.  The funny thing is that I’ve managed this on increasingly less and less sleep.  I just don’t get tiredContinue reading 21 day water fast: days 12, 13, 14

21 day water fast: day 9

alone in the parkIn the same way that they say that the perceptive midpoint of an 80-year lifespan is around 30-35 years, I suppose that today should be more or less the perceptive midpoint of this 21-day fast.  I wonder…

I’m heading back to the country and solitude after ‘lunch’.  That’s a laugh, isn’t it?  We’re so defined by eating that we even divide up the day in terms of mealtimes!  I feel a hint of uneasiness in being alone again, of resettling back into a state of undisturbed emptiness. Continue reading 21 day water fast: day 9

21 day water fast: day 6

thunderstorm pusztaAnother smooth day.  No resistance.

The day began at 3.30am.  I woke up and lay in bed, unable to sleep.  Then I became aware of a faint rumbling, which at first I thought must be from tractors working late in the fields to sow whatever they were sowing, before the rains predicted for tomorrow arrive.  But it continued, gradually growing louder.  I opened the window to discover it was actually a distant thunderstorm, gradually, ever so gradually approaching.  I kept the window and curtain open.  My kidney area was feeling a little stiff, so I did some stretching, and then lay back in bed, watching the ceiling light up with each flicker of lightning, listening to the still muffled thunder echo all around the landscape.  I just lay there, as the storm slowly, slowly slid towards the village.  Continue reading 21 day water fast: day 6

21 day water fast: day 5

spacesuitLike yesterday, another slow start this morning with low blood pressure, and I had to be careful not to stand up too quickly after lying or sitting.  I feel slow too, like Earth’s gravity has increased somewhat: almost as if I’m wearing an Apollo spacesuit.  Mentally I’m totally fine, but for the past couple of days it hasn’t felt good to exert myself physically.  Back on Day Three, for instance, I decided to do some leg lifts and a plank – something which has been part of my daily routine for years.  After a few minutes of the plank, though, I felt a lot of resistance building up inside myself.  I know I could have held out for the usual 7 minutes, but it just wasn’t worth it.  To a lesser degree the same applied to the leg lifts.  Why? Continue reading 21 day water fast: day 5