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Welcome to Swarmite World, a treasure trove of worship, wisdom and oddities.
The oddity in Clubland is ME since I have not touched a drop of drink,
smoked a ciggie or got off my face since October 26th 1982.
Clean & sober all the way.Working in Graphics within the Music Industry since 1969 - I did go bang at it.
Way before the appearance of CELEBRITY REHAB I finally accepted the demons that plagued my lifestyle -
drug addiction, alcoholism, sexual compulsion, bankruptcy and being actively workaholic
while riddled with a depleting virus, but as the song goes - “ I’m still here “ - a freak survivor of fate.
I never did do things by halves.
I contracted incurable Chronic Active Hepatitis B Virus in 1970
and developed Cirrhosis of the Liver in 1981, ironicly not through drinking alcohol, and was placed on the
1st Human Interferon drug trial for Hep B in 1982
- it was so toxic that all on the trial died except me.
Later, using these trial results, synthetic Interferon was created for treating Hep C in 1989.
As the drug failed me, I progressed to Liver failure.
With no conventional cure available I applied Spiritual Body Mastery techniques
and finally after 8 years of regular Conscious Connected Rebirthing Breathwork,
I suddenly gained the antibodies through Past Life Experiential Rebirthing, releasing the re-infecting ACTIVE
part of the virus changing my DNA. Doctors could not believe the DNA results but conceded that it had occurred.
Miracles happen. Om Namaha Shivaya.
Since 1996 I have lived and travelled in remission with dormant Chronic Hep B and liver damage
but am no longer infectious or self infecting.
Sometimes my immune system crashes but I pace myself and invite gratitude.
The Heart Surgery I had in 2005 did stop me in my tracks but hey, Physical Immortality
has its blips and as you can see I'm doing just fine.
Why THE SWARMITE? The unsavoury version stems from wartime Britain when " to take it up the Marmite "
thus avoiding pregnancy, fired soldiers imaginations.
But the real story is here. In 1968 a Drag Queen called me Madge,
then my love for Marmite on Toast took hold ( Marmite Madge ).
Finding me on myspace Amrita called me Swami Marmite Ananda due to my body mastery experiences,
but organically it was left to the Droidster and India Nick to finally bestow THE SWARMITE.I have counselled people affected by HIV/AIDS since 1984,
pioneered CODEPENDENCY & Addiction Recovery Seminars
as a Global Trainer since 1990
and have been an LRT (Loving Relationship Training)
Life Coach for 17 years.
My practice, passion & teaching of Rebirthing Breathwork spans 20 years
and 12 Step Programme material for over 25 years.
Now I see that LIFESTYLING - a regular checkin of habits holds the key to CHANGE
and a balanced perspective.
The time has come to write this bloody book
many have pestered me to write - so I am taking time out to do just that -
starting in India 2008
LIFESTYLING your way out of Codependency,
Compulsions and Chaotic Thinking
My recycled life has witnessed an eclectic mix of sexualities, genders, observations and style
so expect the tome to be laden with urban profanities and tough love tactics.
Marmite: Savoury tar for your toast.
As shiny as a lovingly polished army boot, saltier than a mouthful of sea water,
stickier than treacle, and somehow the work of the devil, nothing quite polarises opinion like a pot of Marmite. -
even the advertising campaign plays on the fact that you either love it or hate it.
The fat, Friar-Tuck jar with its stiff yellow screw cap is not only instantly recognisable, it is unchangeable.
The minute some bright young designer comes along with a major change of clothes, the product could be lost.
Even the new squeezy pot seems something of an impostor, though no doubt we will get used to it.
But the tubby jar is probably the best known of any commercial product in the land, and is recognised worldwide.
The Marmite jar is as much a national emblem as the black London taxi and the Routemaster bus.
It is a national emblem, at least for those who have the taste for it.
Marmite becomes all the more precious when there isn't much of it.
Too much on your soldiers and they become almost inedible. It is odd, however, that the Marmite jar
is either full or virtually empty. You rarely see it half-full. Curious, too, that even when the pot is empty,
it is never truly empty. If you pick it up and poke around long enough with the end of the knife, you will always,
always find just enough for another round of toast. Just.
From NIGEL SLATER'S book : Eating for England : The Delights & Eccentricities of the British at Table.