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11/17/2025

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11/17/2025

Once, men and women did not sleep as we do now. The notion of “eight hours straight” was foreign. In the Middle Ages, the night unfolded in two distinct breaths: the first sleep and the second sleep.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky turned to dark velvet, people would retire early, surrendering to the hush of night. After four or five hours, their eyes would open—not from anxiety or disruption, but from rhythm. This pause in the night was a quiet, secret world.

By candlelight, they prayed, leafed through worn books, or sipped spiced wine. Some crossed the street to knock on a neighbor’s door, while others lingered in the kitchen, telling stories to their children, hands wrapped around warm cups. It was the heart of the night, and yet life moved gently—intimate, unhurried, profound.

When the invisible clock of darkness signaled, they returned to bed. The second sleep carried them to dawn, when the rooster’s crow marked the beginning of the day.

For centuries, this was the rhythm of rest—recorded in diaries, stories, even medical manuals. But the 19th century arrived with street lamps, factories, and the clamor of urban life. The middle hours of the night lost their enchantment, and people began to sleep “all in one go.”

By the 20th century, the memory of segmented sleep had faded. What was once a natural rhythm became misunderstood. Today, we might call it insomnia.

Then… it was simply the most human way to live in harmony with the night.

11/17/2025

After winning the $2.04 billion Powerball jackpot in 2022, Edwin Castro made a choice that surprised many. Instead of indulging in luxury or fame, he decided to invest in his community by rebuilding homes in Altadena, California, his hometown devastated by the Eaton Fire.

In January 2025, the Eaton Fire ravaged Altadena, destroying over 9,000 structures and displacing countless families. Castro, who had purchased his winning ticket at a local gas station in Altadena, felt a deep connection to the community and its residents. He recognized the need for compassionate action and chose to use his newfound fortune to help rebuild.

To date, Castro has spent approximately $10 million acquiring 15 fire scorched properties in Altadena. His goal is to construct single family homes that will be sold exclusively to local families, ensuring that the community remains intact and vibrant. This approach contrasts with that of some developers who have shown interest in the area but may prioritize profit over community preservation. Castro's commitment is rooted in his desire to restore Altadena's sense of home and heritage.

Beyond purchasing land, Castro is actively involved in the rebuilding process. He has submitted plans for the first homes and is working with a small team to manage the development. His efforts have inspired hope among residents who are still grappling with the aftermath of the fire. While challenges such as insurance battles and permitting delays persist, Castro's proactive involvement serves as a beacon of resilience and community spirit.

Castro's actions exemplify how one individual's choices can make a profound impact on a community. By turning his windfall into a force for good, he is not only helping to rebuild homes but also restoring dignity and stability to families affected by the disaster. His story serves as a powerful reminder that true success lies not in what we accumulate but in what we give back.

11/17/2025

**Do Raw Fruitarians Need a B12 Supplement? 🍉🍌

Let’s Clear This Up — Dr. Morse Style**

First let me answer whether I take a B12 supplement since I receive a lot of questions about this. No, I don't take any supplements, including Vitamin B12. Below is an explanation why...

There’s a lot of fear around Vitamin B12… but here’s the truth:

B12 is not made by plants or animals —
✨ It’s made by bacteria.

Inside the human body, certain beneficial microbes in the colon and lower small intestine can naturally synthesize Vitamin B12 (cobalamin). These bacteria produce B12 as a byproduct of breaking down plant fibers and other compounds. Under healthy conditions, the body can reabsorb this B12 through what’s called enterohepatic circulation, where B12 is recycled through the liver and digestive tract.

So when someone is “deficient,” the real issue isn’t fruit —
🌿 It’s malabsorption.
A congested lymphatic system, damaged gut lining, weak digestion, or an acidic GI environment can prevent B12 from being produced or properly absorbed.

That’s why B12 “deficiency” shows up in:

Meat eaters

Vegans

Vegetarians

Raw foodists

Because it’s not about food…
🔥 It’s about the terrain.

Most long-term raw fruitarians with strong gut health, clean bowels, and proper kidney filtration do great without supplements because their inner ecology restores itself — and so does natural B12 cycling.

But here’s the key:

If someone is transitioning…
If the GI tract is compromised…
If there’s sulfur, stagnation, past antibiotics…
Or neurological symptoms…

👉 A temporary B12 supplement can help while the body heals.

Supplements don’t fix the root cause —
🍇 Detoxification does.

You rebuild healthy B12 levels the same way you rebuild every system:

Clean the lymph

Strengthen the gut

Support the glands

Bring in fruits, juices, and herbs

Open the elimination channels

When the body is clean, B12 becomes a non-issue.

Your body is brilliantly designed to heal when you remove the obstructions and give it living, electrical foods. ✨

Have a wonderful Saturday, my friends. 💛

Kim Whitaker
Certified Regenerative Detoxification Specialist
Rejuvenate Raw with Kim

11/17/2025

🌶️ The 10-Minute Snack You’ll Want on Repeat!

These Greek Stuffed Mini Peppers are fresh, creamy, and bursting with bright Mediterranean flavor - and they come together with just six simple ingredients.

Mashed cannellini beans mixed with oregano, lemon juice, and lemon zest make the perfect zesty filling. Spoon it into sweet mini pepper halves, add a sprinkle of fresh parsley, and you’ve got the easiest crowd-pleaser or family-friendly snack.

Quick, colorful, and seriously delicious - proof that simple ingredients can create big flavor. 🙌💚

👉 Save this recipe and make a batch the next time you need a fast snack or effortless party bite!

11/17/2025

11/17/2025

I found him on a rainy morning, abandoned near a gas station by the highway. He was drenched, trembling, and crying out, his small voice barely cutting through the sound of the rain.

I pulled over and approached him carefully, afraid he might bolt. But he didn’t. He just looked up at me—eyes wide with fear and something like hope. In that instant, I knew I couldn’t walk away.

I wrapped him in an old blanket from my truck and set him on the passenger seat. As we drove, his cries faded, and he drifted into sleep, finally at peace. I decided to call him Captain. It suited him somehow—a little explorer ready to face the open road.

From that day on, Captain has never left my side. Every morning, he climbs onto the dashboard to watch the passing world, his tail flicking with curiosity.

Sometimes, he grips the steering wheel with his tiny paws, as if trying to help me drive. It always makes me laugh, and people in other cars often smile or wave when they see him.

But Captain isn’t just a traveling companion. He’s turned my long, quiet days into something bright and full of life.

He’s shown me how a simple moment of compassion can change two lives at once.
Every time I see him curled up beside me, I’m reminded that kindness, even to a stray soul on a rainy day, can create something extraordinary.

11/17/2025

When I was around 12, I carried a secret shame. We were so poor that I often went to school with no food. At recess, while my classmates opened their lunches apples, cookies, sandwiches, I sat pretending I wasn’t hungry.

I buried my face in a book, hiding the sound of my empty stomach. Inside, it hurt more than I can explain.

Then, one day, a girl noticed. Quietly, without making a fuss, she offered me half her lunch. I was embarrassed, but I accepted. The next day, she did it again. And again. Sometimes it was a roll, sometimes an apple, sometimes a piece of cake her mother baked.

To me, it was a miracle. For the first time in a long time, I felt seen.

Then one day, she was gone. Her family moved, and she never came back. Every day at recess, I’d glance at the door, hoping she would walk in and sit beside me with her smile and her sandwich. But she never did.

Still, I carried her kindness with me. It became part of who I was.

Years passed. I grew up. I thought of her often, but life went on.

Then, just yesterday, something happened that froze me in place. My young daughter came home from school and said:
“Dad, can you pack me two snacks tomorrow?”

“Two?” I asked. “You never finish one.”

She looked at me with the seriousness only a child can have:
“It’s for a boy in my class. He didn’t eat today. I gave him half of mine.”

I just stood there, goosebumps rising, time standing still.

In her small act, I saw that girl from my childhood. The one who fed me when no one else noticed. Her kindness hadn’t disappeared,it had traveled through me, and now, through my daughter.

I stepped onto the balcony and looked at the sky, my eyes full of tears. All at once I felt my hunger, my shame, my gratitude, and my joy.

That girl may never remember me. She may not even know the difference she made. But I will never forget her. Because she taught me that even the smallest act of kindness can change a life.

And now, I know: as long as my daughter shares her bread with another child, kindness will live on.