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Co-Existing with Mold


From 2001 to the present, I have continued to explore more strategies for eliminating mold threats.  Unfortunately, I have to say that the road has been torturous and painful, but the lessons are still important and need to be shared.  It goes without saying that had anyone told me in 2001 what I would face, I would have skipped ship, but it has always felt like the end was in sight . . . but the truth is, it has been very much like mountain climbing:  beyond each "summit" there is another mountain, just as steep as the last.

Much of the time between the flood and expiry of the statute of limitations was spent trying to get the insurance company to remediate the mold.  As time was running out, I retained a lawyer to represent my interests.  I do not want to go into these details, at least not at this time, but it goes without saying that the process has not been even slightly fun.

I do not know if it is true that the world is divided between realists and idealists.  If so, I am definitely not only an idealist but a reformer.  I would like to do my part to make this world a better place and it might start with some serious changes in the way things are presently done.

2001 was not a good year, not for me and not for many others on Planet Earth.  My Kitsap adventure that began with whales was followed by the flood and then an earthquake.  Next, the house across the street burned down in the middle of the night; and then we had 9/11 and the year was not even over.

I had been working on a super herbal immune formula for a long time and decided to put it into production.  I named it Whale's Tears because I really grieve for the loss of consciousness of our primordial selves and the rapacious blindness of our egos.

In October, I attended the Bioneers Conference where a year earlier I had been a speaker.  This time, I was simply a guest and could take time to reflect.  There was an extraordinary lecture by a man named Paul Stamets.  Paul lives near, well near as near is in this part of the world, 45 minutes south of me.  He is the mushroom king of this Planet and is on a first name basis with a few million mushrooms.  At some point in his talk, I realized that fungi will have the last laugh.  We may have the world divided into various kingdoms of nature with ludicrous notions of superiority and complexity, but when it is all said and done, to dust shall we all return and mold will speed the return.

Thanks to Paul, I got a perspective on fungi that is clear, and I acquired a new understanding of my allergy to mushrooms (and mold) as well as the threat to existence that we face and how our adrenal function reflects our stress.  My personal crisis began to take on a global perspective involving not just economics and politics but also belief systems and psychology and instincts, including the pervasive urge to survive that is expressed by all life forms.

At the Bioneers Conference that year, I also accepted that "alternative" is, in fact, the right word.  I had resisted it for years.  I tried to define my own work as holistic and encouraged MDs to explore "integrative" and "complementary" to see if they could find a comfort zone where their science and technology could interface with systems that are more in harmony with sustainability, the approach that I believe is critical to surviving this era.

Perhaps the Bush administration, through its intolerance and extremism, pushed the envelope; but I began to relax once I "got it" that we already have an alternative that is ready to be implemented.  I saw that all of us who have worked for the last 25-40 years to forge a philosophy of cooperation and co-existence were prepared with our alternatives to replace the divisive society that is moving towards its own black hole. 

It was hard to stay steady with these thoughts as bombs were falling on Afghanistan, a country I have visited many times and which is a favorite of mine.  It was harder yet as contempt for world opinion brought chaos and suffering to Iraq and its people; but throughout all this, I was seeing a turning of the tides.  Everything we need to live in peace and everything we need to be in harmony with Mother Earth already exists, and we are mature enough to create a society that respects Nature.  I knew the world would start becoming the place I know to be possible once the pendulum swung too far.

Swing too far it did.  I was in Switzerland in August this year.  It was pouring rain north of the Alps.  I watched a little Swiss and Italian television and saw cows being lifted by helicopter to dryer ground.  Then, there would be a little warning about hurricanes in the Gulf of Mexico.  On the flight on the way home, I was tired and reflective.  I kept hearing a voice inside my head saying it was time to awaken.  Just as the world changed dramatically after 9/11, it changed again after the Asian tsunami and hurricanes Katrina and Rita.

I believe this and I believe it is time to share my journey because I think that despite the sadness of the incidents, there is a story here; there is also a perspective worthy of profound assessment, not because it is "my" perspective but because a new view, forged out of the agony of many losses, comes when we reach higher ground.


One of the highlights of this Puget Sound phase of my life was that I gave a talk on music therapy at a conference in Seattle hosted by someone I had known from our days in Santa Fé, Dietrich Klinghardt, MD.  As often happens in my life, the moment I walked into the room, two patients approached me.  One gave me an enormous hug.  She had read my book and wanted to meet me.  She invited me to her home for a gathering with Dietrich and some of the other speakers.  Hearing my cough, she asked about it and immediately gave me some jatobá, a rain forest herb that not only fights mold but supports stamina.  This is important because anyone with constant allergic responses is exhausted.  I felt like I had a new lease on life . . . and two new friends.

I had been profoundly tired.  I felt like I had lost a year of my life with flooding, the chaos of construction in my living space, the mold invasion of my home and health, and total financial upheaval from expenses that have not been reimbursed and negative cash flow from low productivity.  I needed to focus.  My book was being translated into German and I had to cooperate with the editors.  I wrote emails to the insurance company, but I had yet to realize that adjustors are a special subspecies of humanoids who accept money in exchange for stonewalling and burying facts.

The other person I met at the conference gently guided me through a process of awakening to the reality that nothing would get off the dime without a law suit.  I am grateful that the Universe brought these people into my life.

Meanwhile, Helena died.  I was in shock and also deeply moved by the account of her transition.  She was surely one of the loveliest souls ever to share her grace with humanity.  This was, however, a reality check.

I was still surfing the net.  I stumbled on a book called How You Rust and Rot.  I bought two copies and sent one to my best friend.  It's sort of homemade but there were ideas that spoke to me.  It's basically about the mechanisms of degeneration, and I began to see healing as something bridging a spectrum between degeneration and regeneration.

My book came out in German and I was invited to give a seminar in Bavaria and then to consult over some cases the doctor was seeing.  He invited me back so after feeling wingless since 9/11, I began traveling again.  On the second trip to Germany, my Akita died.   She hemorrhaged;  I knew it was mold-related and the guilt was tearing me to pieces.  At the same time, my determination to find a successful treatment for mold was amplified, exactly to the same degree as my grief.

Meanwhile, I met someone who told me that mold is not really activated by moisture but by the smell of ammonia so I started thinking of ammonia and oxygen as another spectrum.  Then, I met a Bulgarian who introduced me to a lot of research from Eastern Europe; I wondered if we were wrong about oxygen and whether or not we should really be looking at hydrogen.  The sources to which he directed me were all sure that every cell in our body is designed for immortality . . . and I had another spectrum:  mold and immortality.

With blessings!

Ingrid Naiman
8 October 2005

Approaching the Statute of Limitations




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