Posted on 06/17/2017 10:29:50 AM PDT by DUMBGRUNT
Camila Castello, 34, and Akahi Ricardo, 36, are what is known as “Breatharians” - they eat just three times a week, and only ever a piece of fruit or some vegetable broth at a time.
“Humans can easily be without food, as long as they are the connected to the energy that exists in all things and through breathing,”
The couple met in 2005 and first discovered Breatharianism in 2008. They eventually transitioned from vegetarians, to raw vegans, to fruitarians and finally to Breatharians.
(Excerpt) Read more at whatsupic.com ...
“This was a Kali thing back in the 1980s, iirc. And the fraudsters were caught scarfing down food.”
I remember.
Supposedly when one got caught eating McDonalds his response was, “this ain’t food”.
“I only eat the still beating hearts of my enemies.”
Sounds pretty satanic.
Like the fallacy of any perpetual motion machine hoax, energy out cannot exceed energy in.
So they do eat.
Yeah, I know I want to join a cult where Hamburgers disappear...
At night I’m a junk food junkie, good Lord have mercy on me.
“What a load of poo.”
Actually, they might not have any poo..
They tried this in Ethiopia and Nazi death camps, it didn’t work very well. Maybe it was just that their air wasn’t as nutritious as these people’s air.
They move very little and have ambient body temperature.
This is when you wish you were a billionaire. It would be so much fun to tell these people, “Fine, I’ll put you up in a house in the country with 24 hour supervision and we’ll record your eating habits and caloric intake for a month. This will be very valuable to billions of people and solve world hunger if true.”
This whole story sounds like one big nothingburger...
(Which is apparently what they eat ;-)
But also high in protein
OK for Africa, but better to start at home where it is most needed!
Big cities across the country are food deserts!
Following this system, food deserts, hunger and obesity could be eliminated from our big cities.
And think of the savings for food stamps, ebt cards...
Apparently they have been breathing way too much.
“Turns out we never needed a digestive tract after all.”
But I’m very attached to my digestive tract, we have been together a very long time. Like forever.
High in rare fats.
“Midnight ice cream!!!”
Not just any old ice cream, should be the good stuff.
Unless it is really hot out.
Just like Jack Spratt and the wife?
Same thing only different.
Jack Sprat would eat no fat,
His wife would eat no lean;
Was not that a pretty trick
To make the platter clean?
....aaaand they are lying.
Former breatharians so called have been followed and debunked
Junk Food Junkie
Larry Groce
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
White sugar don’t touch my lips
And my friends is always begging me
To take them on macrobiotic trips
Yes, they are
Oh, but at night I stake out my strong box
That I keep under lock and key
And I take it off to my closet
Where nobody else can see
I open that door so slowly
Take a peek up north and south
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie
And I pop it in my mouth
Yeah, in the daytime I’m Mr Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime you can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white yogurt
From my hand thrown pottery jar
And sippin’ a little hand pressed cider
With a carrot stick for dessert
And wiping my face in a natural way
On the sleeve of my peasant shirt
Oh, yeah
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
And I’m all by myself
I work that combination on my secret hideaway shelf
And I pull out some Fritos corn chips
Dr Pepper and an ole Moon Pie
Then I sit back in glorious expectation
Of a genuine junk food high
Oh yeah, in the daytime I’m Mr Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
Oh, but at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
My friends down at the commune
They think I’m pretty neat
Oh, I don’t know nothing about arts and crafts
But I give ‘em all something to eat
I’m a friend to old Euell Gibbons
And I only eat home grown spice
I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn
Filled up with my brown rice
Yes, I do
Oh, folks but lately I hae been spotted
With a Big Mac on my breath
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders
With a face as white as death
I’m aftraid someday they’ll find me
Just stretched out on my bed
With a handful of Pringles potato chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
In the daytime I’m Mr Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
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