Mmp The Gut Pill 90 Capsules 3 Capsules Daily 1Month Supply

  Nature is about nutrient transfer and if you aren't
transferring nutrients properly bad things will befall you. Eating the
right foods won't benefit you if your gut can't digest them. Let's get
the systems in your gut working right....





 

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Nature is about nutrient transfer and if you aren't transferring
nutrients properly bad things will befall you. Eating the right foods
won't benefit you if your gut can't digest them. Let's get the systems
in your gut working right.

The Gut Pill Story

She watched her mother hobbling back from the woods.
It had seemed like Mama’s stomach issues had grown worse with each
passing of the moon. For a long time Mama thought she was hiding it but
these trips became so frequent that it was no use trying to keep coming
up with stories. Mama stoically carried her embarrassment. The daughter
had learned it was best not to inquire as that just added to her
mother’s shame.

But this didn’t mean the daughter had to just
sit back passively as Mama’s digestive system tossed and frothed. Among
the tribe’s traditions were several plants that helped settle irritated
guts. She had tried them on Mama, singularly and in assorted
combinations. Thankfully, there were some successes in helping her
mother, but a lot more help was needed. She had reached out along the
tribe’s trading partners to seek new herbs and had been rewarded with
unusual plants from far away, along with directions on how to use them.

Mama stared at her daughter hard, then looked at
the pouch being held out. It was no use arguing with the young woman as
she had inherited the same bullheadedness that seemed to bless/plague
all female members of their line. With a sigh, she took the leather bag,
and sprinkled some of its contents on her food. The flavor was much
different than previous ones. She cocked one eye at her daughter, a sign
of questioning.

“It’s not all from around here.” Replied the
daughter. “One is from the lands of your childhood, another came from
lands the tribe had dwelt on but left many generations ago. I have a
theory…maybe you need to feed the inner spirits from those lands…?”

“Hmmmm” the older woman responded, signaling her
acceptance with a slight shrug, but frowning in resignation. A week
later, that frown had turned to careful hope. A month later the hope was
replaced by dancing.

Knowledge of these plants was passed down
generation to generation from before recorded history. A change occurred
several hundred years ago. Science tried replacing experience. From the
labs of chemists came strange molecules, pure powders and liquids
believed to be better than crude plant extracts at supporting the human
body. Purity gave repeatability which gave confidence…even at the loss
of some effectiveness or increase in odd side effects.

True, there were some amazing creations…and many
that would be considered failures when judged honestly. During this age
of scientific hubris, some of the scientists rejected the new and
devoted their studies to the old, the ancient. The plants that had once
maintained the tribe were carefully teased apart, studying the powers of
the individual molecules they contained, studying the miracles of which
they were capable. In this quest for understanding the components a
universal truth was discovered…alone is weak, together is strong. No one
molecule could be found that when used alone gave the benefits of using
the entire leaf, flower, or root.