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Children With Starving Brains is a message of hope in
the midst of a worldwide epidemic of autism, ADD and
ADHD. This is the first book written by an experienced
clinician that gives a step-by-step treatment guide
for parents and doctors based on the understanding that
ASD is a complex biomedical illness resulting in significant
brain malnutrition. Genetic susceptibility activated
by "triggers" such as pesticides and heavy
metals in vaccines can lead to immune system impairment,
gut dysfunction, and pathogen invasion such as yeast
and viruses in many children. Dr. McCandless, whose
grandchild with autism has inspired her "broad
spectrum approach," describes important diagnostic
tools needed to select appropriate treatment programs.
Her book explains major therapies newly available and
identifies safe and effective options for parents and
physicians working together to improve the health of
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INVITATION
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poem written by Jack Zimmerman
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Come,
take my hand
So I can find you in the eye of the whirlwind
Calling medicine back to its spirit home
And welcoming the lost tribe of children
Our little adept among them
As you keep reminding me, we need to work from another level
Which means creating an entire heartscape, nothing less
Chelsey is waiting—I see the message in her big browns
“Only full surrender satisfies my mission.”
Take my hand—again
As at our birth when you led me out
Of a flat world into the delights and shadows of Eros
Now, our toes curled around the edges of the past
We hesitate, seeking a still greater revelation of Love
Are we too heavy with treasured wounds and attachments to fly
Or is it fear of the demons at the doorway to ecstasy?
No matter, our courage will soon rise to the new occasion
Since it always starts with, “Gramma--Grampa will you dance with
me?”
And so leaps of faith and healing are merging
movements
Connecting you and Chelsey inside the Mystery
That we touch as well when our trust is great enough
To fall more wildly into Love’s uncharted forests
And then to guide us into the clearing of our hearts
We can create similar shamanic celebrations
To re-awaken our unrelenting messenger
And so embrace her healing with enough persistent passion
To wholly feed that starving brain
This enlightening of our aim to cure
Will see through the harvest of impaired immunities
Into the innate wholeness of each ancient soul
So too our little Buddha, our Christ Child, asks for recognition
I heard the call again the night I phoned to celebrate her tenth
She said, “Hi, Grampa” in that soft and rounded voice
That opens my heart and wild eyes to smiling
She waits for us to leap and doesn’t need fixing
As much as being met half way with laughter
“Here,
take my hand”
Excites the biggest grin of all
Since she’s been longing for our commitment
To meet in Rumi’s field together
That consummation meets her challenge
To claim our fullest lives while still embodied
“But words don’t matter,” she says, “The joke’s
on you
“You jumped a long time ago and have been falling forever
“There’s nothing else to do.”
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February,
2004
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Table
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