It’s also called “sharp sand” and is basically a really fine powder made from the remains of tiny single-celled algae called diatoms.
And I’ve been eating it by the spoonful.
It’s been floating around in my awareness for a while as a natural wormer for dogs, but it’s also a fantastic way of controlling pests naturally.
It’s incredibly absorbent, soaking up all kinds of odours and is currently mixed with grains (in its food-grade form) to prevent pest infestation, so it’s considered safe for humans to eat.
In fact it’s considered to be so inert, that it’s not considered to be a contaminant when it’s included in foods.
After all, it’s just sand, right?
It’s actually 85% silica, and also contains small amounts of other minerals, and has so many amazing health benefits that I could go on and on for ages.
But the main reason we started taking it was for the cleansing.
As diatomaceous earth (or DE) moves through your digestive system, it absorbs all kinds of nasty things and carries them out of your system. It also cleanses the digestive system mechanically, “scraping” the walls on the way past, leaving them clean and shiny and much more able to absorb nutrients from the foods that pass through.
So when I discovered all of this about DE, I just had to get me some of it, and I’ve now been taking it for three and half weeks.
The first ten days were like a typical detox – mostly mild headaches each day, some flaky skin, old cravings resurfacing, some reverse healing – and then those symptoms eased off.
What I’ve particularly noticed in the last week (and why I’m sharing all this with you) is that I’ve been going through an emotional detox. And I’ve never done it like this before.
The first time I noticed it was about a week ago, when my belly was mildly unsettled, and the next time I went to the toilet, I had an unexpected bowel movement, the likes of which I’ve never experienced before.
Physically it was voluminous, and slightly acidic, but it was the emotional experience that caught me by surprise. More than anything else, it was emotionally painful.
Yes, it hurt, but not physically. Not really. It would be easy to think it was physical, because of the intensity, but when I examined my experience more closely I realised that it was emotional pain.
The pain of releasing old, toxic, emotional garbage.
And the depth and intensity of the clearing was physically palpable. I felt burned, scraped, flooded and exhausted, all from going to the toilet.
The closest thing I can find to compare it to is diarrhoea, and yet I didn’t really have that. Sure, I was most definitely not constipated, but the discomfort I felt was the rush of release, almost as though it was moving too fast. It felt sudden, unexpected and overwhelming.
Kind of like that final moment of labour, when the baby finally, finally comes out, and suddenly everything happens so fast. It’s over, and it’s a huge relief, but the change is so big and so sudden that it all comes as a bit of a shock.
And yet the first time it happened, I kind of dismissed it. I utterly and totally reeled from the sensations, wondering what had just happened, but didn’t know what to make of it, so I kind of let it go without examining it too closely.
And it’s been happening pretty much like that ever since. Every bowel movement has more than just physical waste being carried out with it, and although mostly not as intense as that first experience, it’s still leaving me emotionally raw when it happens.
And then today, it happened when I emptied my bladder. Nothing more than a simple, quick wee. And there was that same sensation again.
Shock, release, rawness, emotional gunk flooding away. Reeling from the intensity.
I should make it clear that even though the experience is rough, deep down I can tell that it’s a good thing, overall. I can’t say why, but that sense within me that I’ve learned to trust, is not one bit concerned by any of this. So I know that whatever is happening, it’s helping.
But when I had the experience today, I knew it was more than just “the runs”, which is what I think I’d been writing it off to before. An easy way to not have to think about it any more.
But I can’t deny it any longer. This DE (or “dert” as we like to call it), is doing some serious spring cleaning. Which is good, because it’s currently springtime around here. Perfect.
I expected the physical clearing, but I didn’t expect the emotional.
I like it, because it means that the DE is working at a deeper level than any cleanse I’ve ever done before (and I’ve done one or two), and it’s shifting some BIG stuff.
And in truth, it not as rough as some of the detoxes I’ve experienced before.
I could probably take less of it and slow this process down, but I’m a healing junkie from way back.If there’s rubbish to get out, I want it gone, gone, GONE! And the faster the better.
Get it out of me, I say. Good riddance to bad rubbish, and all of that.
But there’s still some adjusting to be done after each experience. Some recalibrating. Some settling down again.
Amazing stuff, this dirt.