Beth McDougall - Your Pristine Blueprint: The Missing Key to Longevity, Reversing Disease, and Radically Transforming Your Life

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

My job as a physician and healer is to really see a patient, to look at the physical body and beyond it to the energetic signatures that present themselves. To track for the healed stateseeing their original essence, or what I call their Pristine Blueprinton an intuitive and energetic level.

A t five years old, there was so much I didnt understand and yet, so much I understood completely. I knew, without a doubt, that there existed an energetically potent field within which everything was connected to everything else, including me. I believed that we as humans had the capacity to live in harmony with the natural world, and to draw from the power of Nature to obtain energy for our needs and to heal ourselves and others. Even as a child I felt reverence for the beauty and balance of Nature. And yet, I couldnt quite understand why others, especially adults, didnt see what I saw; I felt that they had somehow lost their way and it was up to me to help them remember.

Power lines with their spans running contrary to the flow of the landscape frustrated my five- year-old sensibilities. They were ugly, and worse, they signified our forgetting. My mother tried to explain that they transmitted electrical energy, energy we needed to live and function in the world. That made no sense to me. Why would we need them, I remember asking my mother, when we already get all the energy we need from the air?

My knowing was validated and further cultivated by an interesting mentor. I met Rex when I was four years old. A scientist, surgeon, philosopher, mystic, linguist, art collector, and art historian, he collected my fathers metal sculptures, and he and his wife Carol became my familys closest friends. Whether he felt a receptivity from me or perhaps a sense of karmic responsibility, by the time I was eight, Rex had begun to mentor me. Rexs encyclopedic mind enabled him to quote from the Bible, the Torah, the Koran, the Bhagavad-Gita, Shakespeare, Plato, and even Manley Hall at will. His expertise in sacred geometry and Gematriaunderstanding the numerical equivalent of every Hebrew letterallowed him to grasp a symbolic numerical language encoded in the sacred texts, a language of mathematics, sound, and vibration. I was in awe of himand always hoped his superhuman qualities would rub off on me. They never did.

Rexs teachings were a bit advanced for me at the time, to say the least, and not totally recorded by my conscious mind. But it didnt matter. In many ways he was teaching to my soul more than to my brain. I was content to simply absorb the energy of his words being imprinted in my subconscious mind as we sat together in his contemporary art-filled living room.

Today, many of the specifics of what he taught me are beyond my recollection. And yet, over the years, bits and pieces of his wisdom continue to rise to the surface, things I had long forgotten, jogged by my own studies and my own spiritual practice. The seeds he planted are rooted deep within my being, watered and nourished by my own actions in the world, until they bear the fruit that resonates with my inherent sense of what is true.

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If you want to know the secrets of the universe, study the human body, Rex used to say. As a surgeon, of course, Rex knew an incredible amount about the human body, and he taught me well. He loved to spend hours explaining how the secrets of the universe could be found within our bodies, and how those same secrets could also be found encoded in the sacred texts and their numerical equivalents. How we are designedfrom the number of bones in the spine to the sacred geometry and golden ratio proportions of our body partsis all part of a grand design echoed throughout Nature, he told me. The golden ratio, which is illustrated in Leonardo da Vincis famous Vitruvian Man, is where the length of one body part divided by the length of the next smaller body partlike the length of your whole arm by your forearm, your forearm by your hand, or the length of your hand by the length of your fingersproduces the ratio Phi (1.618). This ratio is consistently seen not only in the human body, but in all of the natural world.

As I got older, my fascination with sacred geometry and universal wisdom encoded in the body drove me to study science like other people study sacred texts. When I would read my biology, physiology, biochemistry, or cell biology textbooks, I would enter a different brainwave pattern associated with reverence or a state of awe. The benefit of this was Id only have to read the information once before it would sink in and become embedded into every fiber of my being. This never happened when I was reading pharmacology, for example, where I had to memorize the names of hundreds of drugs or had to remember the names of what seemed like countless bacteria and viruses. It only happened when I was fully in appreciation of the grand design of humans and the natural world.

When I was twenty, Rex developed Parkinsons disease. First, he experienced a rapid deterioration in his motor function, and then the disease began to affect his mind. He would forget things, repeat himself, and sometimes make no sense at all. To watch the person I lovedwho had nurtured my intellect and validated my perceptionsdeteriorate and finally slip away, was heartbreaking.

And then, around the same time, something similar happened to my grandfather.

My fathers father, Bill, loved everything about Natureand so did I. Some of my earliest childhood memories involved spending time with him outdoors. He used to explain the aerodynamics of geese flying in a V formation and how the deer could trim the Minnesota trees around the lake to the same height every winter. Wed walk around alligator-infested ponds in the Florida Keys and observe huge insects, armadillos, and some rather bizarre ocean life. In the eyes of a young child, there wasnt anything my grandfather didnt know about the natural world, and I soaked it all up.

When I was fifteen, my grandfather was diagnosed with multi-system atrophy (MSA), a neurodegenerative disease in which a person loses the ability to control their movements, and for which there still is no cure. Five years later, he was confined to a bed in a VA hospital, unable to walk or speak or move his arms. He developed something called horizontal nystagmus that caused his intelligent, beautiful blue eyes to dart relentlessly back and forth. The alert look in his eyes suggested that his mind remained intact, but he was imprisoned in a body that was no longer at his command.