As we move into Chapter 3 of The Soup That Opened the Pantry, I want to pause for a moment.
Because we’re looking at the history of medicine, food, industry, advertising, foundations, and public trust — which means it is very easy to become angry.
But if awareness turns into lower-vibrational emotional loops, we can defeat the very purpose of this work, which is to increase voltage and consciousness.
The idea is to observe without hatred, love without blindness, and intuit without stepping away from common sense.
It’s all about the mechanics of spiritual awareness.
Even negative discoveries can become positive fuel if we use them correctly.
I have been thinking about Emmet Fox in relation to this. Fox was a spiritual teacher and author known for practical Christianity, positive prayer, and the idea that changing consciousness can transform outer life.
One of the essences of his teaching was that if you can do something once, you can do it again. And if you do it again, a clearer channel to that vast information field that surrounds us begins to open.
What could it hurt to give this a try?
For example — prayers for whatever you read that upsets you.
Why not?
In reference to today’s group work, we’re focused on heart-related stress — which fits rather perfectly with where Chapter 3 is taking us.
And speaking of yesterday’s thyroid theme, according to the American Thyroid Association, about 20 million Americans have some form of thyroid disease, and up to 60% may not know it.
So if you feel inclined, you may want to do some online searching for foods that might be beneficial for thyroid support.
You may not want to look up what thyroid stress is doing to the wallet, though.
Low-vibe emotions might come up.
Now here’s Chapter 3 of our Fractal Fairy Tale.
The Second Door — The Heart with a Sponsor
The second doorway had a heart painted on it.
The doorway opened.
Tess stepped into a radio studio.
A sign above the microphone read:
1948
“Welcome back to Truth or Consequences!” the announcer boomed.
Tess looked around.
“Are we in a game show?”
“Radio program,” said the angel. “Very popular.”
“Why are we in a radio program?”
“Because sometimes public trust does not arrive through wisdom,” said the angel. “Sometimes it arrives through a broadcast.”
On a nearby table sat a small sign:
Sponsored by Procter & Gamble
Beside it was a gleaming tin of Crisco.
Tess stared at it.
“Is that supposed to be food or furniture polish?”
“Depends who is advertising,” said the angel.
The angel explained that the American Heart Association had begun years earlier as a small group of heart specialists. For a long time, it did not have the enormous public presence it would later gain. Then, in 1948, a national radio campaign brought in a flood of public donations and helped turn the organization into a household name.
“So the people listening donated the money?” Tess asked.
“Yes,” said the angel. “That matters. The story is not as simple as one company writing one giant check. But the broadcast was sponsored by Procter & Gamble, the maker of Crisco. And from that point forward, an important question begins to glow.”
“What question?”
The angel pointed to the heart painted on the wall.
“When a broadcast sponsored by the maker of Crisco helps elevate an organization into the trusted voice of heart health, who helps shape what the public hears?”
Tess looked at the tin again.
The radio studio dissolved.
A man appeared at the front of the hall, arranging charts.
“Who is that?” Tess whispered.
“Ancel Keys,” said the angel. “He became one of the most influential voices behind the idea that dietary fat, especially saturated fat, was strongly linked to heart disease.”
Another man appeared at a side table, holding papers of his own.
He looked serious, but tired.
“Who’s that?” Tess asked.
“John Yudkin,” said the angel. “He warned that sugar might be a major dietary culprit in heart disease and other modern illnesses.”
Tess studied the two men.
“So one man said fat was the problem. The other said sugar deserved a much harder look.”
“Yes,” said the angel.
“And the fat theory won?”
“Yes,” said the angel. “For a long time.”
The room shifted again.
A long table appeared. Around it were people with impressive titles.
The angel explained that in the 1960s, the Sugar Research Foundation helped fund influential Harvard scientists to review the research on sugar, fat, and heart disease. The review emphasized fat and cholesterol as the main dietary culprits and downplayed evidence that sugar might also be a risk factor. The funding and industry role were not disclosed at the time.
Tess looked at the table.
“Is this the good old boy club?”
“That is one name for it,” said the angel. “It is the network of people and institutions with access to money, credentials, media, foundations, universities, boards, journals, and policy. Not always evil. Not always coordinated. But powerful. And power tends to decide what becomes official.”
“Once fat became the villain,” said Tess slowly, “food companies could remove fat…”
“And add sugar,” said the angel.
“And call it healthy.”
“And people believed them.”
The angel’s voice softened.
“Not because people were foolish. Because people were trusting. They trusted the poster. They trusted the seal. They trusted the experts. They trusted the heart on the label.”
Tess looked down.
“That’s sad.”
“It is,” said the angel. “But sadness is not the end of the lesson.”
“What is?”
The angel pointed to her chest.
“This is the heart you must return to.”
The heart painted on the wall began to glow.
And another doorway opened.
