Ladies and Gentlemen, the legendary Michael B has finally vommited up his liver potion.
It was wretched and happened not once but twice. The last time I vommited was 5 years ago when I drank 30 times the lethal dose of poke root. I guess I am once again a proud member of the mere mortal human race, doomed to barf and toil the fields.
So what has caused this calamity? Well, I am still dealing with the reptilian/archonic elite manipulation that has shut down my primary energy pathway, the "kundalini" as new agers call it. After 3 years it has had an effect on my ability to process and digest energies. And for those who think that sounds a bit whacko, well you don't know what it's like to be a *Legend*, targeted his entire life due to the sheer danger I pose to the system. I have made millions of gallons of rain instantly dissappear and killed candida with my mind. I am "the One". And on top of candida I have to deal with the entire f*cking matrix. So what's a little barf compared to that?
Ironically, the flush was still a success. I got rid of a few tablespoons of biliary sludge and some liver candida. Will post pics soon.