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Today was warm and wonderful outside so my family and I again went back to the park for another walk around the lake before the rain comes back again. While walking one of the trails, I remembered a smell I have noticed there several times in the past. It is a strange kind of luring moist moss and earthy minerally smell mixed with trees and sand and I’m not sure what else. It is a smell that I have been aware of, and drawn to, since I was a little girl - so little that I had not yet started kindergarten.
Sort of like Spring, but one that I have smelled before at various places in the world and at different times of the year, not just Springtime. I have smelled this smell very distinctly in Germany. I have noticed it here in the Pacific Northwest. I have noticed it in my birthplace of Louisville, Kentucky. I call it the smell of truly being home. A smell that is capable of relaxing me almost immediately. If I just breathe it in deeply, I always feel so much better...but the trick is finding this sometimes elusive aroma. I know that there are breathing exercises that can help relax a person. This is certainly similar, but the result of the combination of the smell and the breathing is much swifter and longer lasting then just the breathing alone.
There is only one other smell that can compete with this one so far as its capacity to relax me/set me at ease. It is the smell of the ocean...even if it is after a horrible storm and the smell is primarily that of whatever was washed up on the beach.
Back to the park. While climbing one of the steeper hills, I was thinking about how some “primitive” people associated eating certain animals with attaining attributes of the animal. I also thought about how at least some (perhaps not all) Native American languages did not have a word for “move” in the sense of moving your family and belongs from one place of living to another...like when we moved from Indiana to California. They could describe moving along migratory routes, but not an actual move without the intention of every returning for more than just a visit.
The closest equivalent word they had meant “die” or “death”. I always thought that it was because due to the lack of communication like we have today. If they lost contact with each other that it meant they thought of it as the equivalent of dying because they may not likely ever see their loved ones ever again. Now, I wonder differently. This is where it all comes back, possibly, to the BTD.
Dr. D has already determined that different blood types need different foods. The most likely migrations and changes in the blood types as people spread across the planet from the fertile crescent for whatever reason...the Tower of Babel, The Great Flood, or whatever you chose to believe the cause was has already been mapped out. In general, people tend to gravitate towards the foods their own blood type should have. There are obviously avoids that none of us want to give up, but, for the most part, if given a choice, we usually like most of our beneficial and neutral foods.
Did those “primitive” peoples I mentioned earlier notice the effects of eating beneficials and neutrals and avoids and just interpret it as best they could - this animal is vigorous and so are we when we eat it so we are becoming like it instead of the more scientific version of this is a beneficial for us? Were they actually more keenly aware of the effects that food was having on them then we are and so they were actually more advanced in BTD and its medicine than we are?
Did those Native Americans know that if they left the area they were most familiar with that they not only would be losing the support of their loved ones because they would no longer be around them, but that the foods they would likely encounter would be unknown to them and therefore hit and miss as to what it would do to them? Would the area even smell right to them any more? Did they know they should remain where they knew they could get food that was generally good for them?
Is that smell that I instinctually recognize as “home” some sort of self preservation mechanism that God has built into each blood type as a way of helping that person to survive by having them prefer to live in an area that will most likely support the foods their blood type requires?
After thinking about it some, I can say that this smell that I always gravitate to is always in an area that has the capacity to support/grow most all of my beneficials except for the tropical items like pineapple and papayas.
I have never ever found that smell on the open grasslands...the very types of areas that my A son much prefers...this strikes me as strange since he is my son...but his A needs are not the same as my AB ones. My husband much prefers the mountains and woodlands that are much drier than the ones I prefer. He likes the beach, but not as much as I do. He likes the plains at times...but not as much as the mountains and woodlands. His O needs are different from both our son and me. Are these coincidences or does BT explain it?
My taste in music (for recreational purposes) is classical European (which is more A, I think, than any other type) and ethnic/folk from areas that are generally predominately B. My A son does not care for the folk stuff. My O likes it occasionally, but not as much as me. I also like the ethnic/folk colors, costumes, dances, and spices that are generally found in cultures where the B type is found more frequently than A. Since I am both A and B is this another coincidence or does BT explain it?
I know that none of this is scientific, but it does make me wonder.