I started reading sites about water fasting today. The commercial ones aimed at the US market quote the US Sturgeon General as saying that when most US citizens eat food, they might as well be smoking twenty filterless french cigarettes each mealtime. Perhaps boxes of twinkies should have UK style stickers (“Smoking isn’t big or clever and it makes you impotent and bald and radioactive and turns you inside out”), telling people that, “Eating took much sugar and fat can give you a dizzying headrush and make you kill people.”
Fasting.com goes on to say that, “Some drink deeply at the fountain of knowledge; others merely gargle.” Oh yes, I´m a gargler. I can do the national anthem with Stella. But according to this site, “if you are called by the Holy Spirit to go on a water fast, in spite of how foolish it may seem to the world, we encourage you to be obedient.” I have been called, I am on water. Maybe the holy spirit gave me a bout of spanish dystentery last night as a pre-calling card. If only I’d been called to have colonic irrigation. I might have been able to pull things like this out of my body.