All That Glitters
There are several television shows that call me periodically to speak on “newsworthy” topics. After participating in dozens of these segments over several months a couple of years ago, I opted to stop. They send a limo and driver, put my books up on camera, treat me like a celeb, and do the whole hair-and-makeup bit. But I started to realize that I always left feeling horrible. So I stopped. Sometimes I see their numbers on my caller ID and I don’t pick up.
Today I happened to pick up. It was a big show and, as usual, it was tempting at first: I’d have a captive audience for a couple of minutes, and the thought that I might inspire someone to begin their process of growth and freedom was tempting. Whereas most of these segments are between 2 and 3 minutes, this one, at a whopping 7 minutes, was distinctly alluring. I also found the subject matter compelling and fun: the forbidden ad by PETA created for the Super Bowl. You can see it here at www.peta.org/content/standalone/VeggieLove.
I was ready to make up an excuse for not being able to participate—particularly when I learned that they wanted to pigeonhole me as a vegetarian and pit me against a carnivore (you know how I repel labels)! But instead I felt like maybe I should do it this time; maybe this time would be different.
I bought myself some time to consult with my inner compass. I reminded myself of all the reasons that I stopped doing these news blocks and why I felt so awful afterwards. For one, these newsrooms are places of profoundly inharmonious vibrations. Hectic energy spins and flashes like lightning around everyone—everything popping, seconds ticking, next guest appearing, 15 screens going at once, teleprompters flashing… The MO: create drama, keep the masses watching, keep the interest growing, make mountains out of dung balls!
It’s a mad frenzy even by my standards—and I’m a New Yorker, for carrot’s sake, who’s used to a certain amount of frenetic energy! And then, of course, there’s hair and makeup. Do you know they airbrush your face until you look like plastic (most of the anchors are airbrushed to the hilt; guys too). Once you are adequately caked up, you move into the next room to get your hair teased, ironed, and sprayed, and then you’re off into the freezing production room where you are given mere seconds to try to educate the viewers about one of the most profound subjects of our day. But you never really get to say anything at all because the treatment of the topic is shallow and you only have a few seconds of air time to answer questions that are staged to create drama and ratings—not to benefit the viewers at all!
All in all, it’s an afternoon squandered at the feet of the beast, not one of useful, life-generating activity. After all this commotion, I have not served to illuminate anyone, but merely contributed to the chatterbox of sound bites that feed the human programming machine, keeping the culture numb and addicted to infotainment fast food.
The shows, like the magazines and other manufactured images that inundate and subliminally program us, are part of a mass illusion. I realize now that this was the reason the whole experience made my skin crawl. My inner compass was telling me loud and clear through its alarm bells that these forms of media were not for me. If people were ready for this cleansing information, they would have to find it some other way.
However, the experiences taught me so much about myself and even reflected my own evolution. I used to think I needed the major media channels to reach people or build my “platform.” That was part of the old energy model, which will become increasingly antiquated as more people wake up and create channels of life-generating information and entertainment.
It also taught me a lot about what goes on behind the scenes of television shows. When you watch those newscasters, don’t be fooled by the illusion of their radiant skin and confident demeanors. Often, they are suffering from the same bodily abuse as their mainstream viewers; they just have the help of technicians to make them appear healthy. The “airbrush makeup” actually does make your skin appear flawless. Lights and other products do the rest. As for the appearance of confidence and calm, well, that’s an illusion too. However, what’s under the surface of these illusions cannot be airbrushed.
This is the launching point to a bigger issue I’ve wanted to hit on for some time. We live in a world of fake appearances—it’s all smoke and mirrors: the magazine photographs, TV shows, and, of course, the grand dame of all, plastic surgery! You can mimic the image you admire with all the masking technology available today, but doing so won’t help you escape the ravages of imbalanced living inside. You can cover and glitz up all you want on the outside, you can get nipped and tucked and create the illusion of beauty, but the body can’t keep your secret inside for long. The body doesn’t forget the abuse of unfit consumption and lifestyle choices. Sure, there are drugs to help suppress symptoms, but they cannot undo the destruction to the cells, tissues, and organs that lead to cancer, Parkinson’s, gastro-intestinal disease, and myriad other manifestations of “normal” living. You can get a facelift and “smart-lipo”, but you’ll still have to explain your colostomy bag!
Sometimes women ask me, “Natalia, why do I have to work so hard and do all these healthy things? My friend Jane doesn’t do any of this and she looks great!”
“How do you know?” I reply. “Do you have X-ray vision? Quantum vision maybe? Have you looked at the state of the atomic structure within her cells? Oh, and take away the Prozac, the coffee, the cigarettes, the aspirin, and her credit cards, and see how fine Jane is.”
Nothing personal, Jane! But people appear to be fine when they have all the stimulation that keeps them on an even keel, but they are desperately addicted to the substances that keep them from shaking like a cocaine fiend coming off a fix. They are not okay just because they seem okay for 15 minutes in the grocery store checkout line. If they are living “normally” and are over a certain age, they are ravaged by toxicity.
It’s all based on polarity, and cause and effect. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. The scales of justice are neither arbitrary nor optional. If you place a substance in the body that doesn’t belong there, your body will have to work hard to get it out—if it’s lucky enough to manage it. Everything that enters the body must be metabolized. That which fails to leave and becomes stuck in the intestinal tissue creates blocks in the body which accumulate. The body becomes a bacteria breeding ground—rotting on its own waste from within.
You can smear yourself all you want with expensive creams and cover yourself up with trendy clothes, but you’ll only be fooling yourself. All the spas and Park Avenue surgeons in the world cannot reverse internal decay. There is only one way out: diligent application of intelligent cleansing principles, which will eventually unblock the pathways and bring the life force back to the cells. When the cells start to conduct electromagnetic current again, you will discover what true beauty looks and feels like. This is the only beauty worth having.
You won’t get information like this in the mainstream news media any more than you’ll get real news on real world events from them. It’s all smoke, glitter, and illusion, my friends. I know you already know this, but sometimes it’s good to be reminded because it’s easy to fall prey to the facades and masks in our world of airbrushed images.
After graciously declining to do the show, I added, “If you ever decide to do a program that explores this subject matter more deeply, I would be very interested in participating.” The producer said he’d keep that in mind. I’m not expecting a phone call anytime soon.
I’m not opposed to being on television, but to the way it’s done. When it is produced in such a way that honors life and the lives of the viewers, I’ll be there. Otherwise, I’ll be at home hanging out with my family in the Life-Light—where all that glitters is PURE GOLD!
Speaking of real gold, check out the glitterati from my recent trip to South Africa at: <a href=”/about-photos.php”>detoxtheworld.com/about-photos.php</a> with my family. (No retouching or airbrushing, I promise!)
In the Life-Light,
Natalia
