Mmp The Gut Pill 90 Capsules

  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.