As I recall, before I began, Miyamatsu suggested that my wife select a special cup to drink urine from. But now that I practice urine therapy daily, I see no need to be fussy since I'm drinking the product of my own body. I assume it's not in the least bit dirty as long as I rinse out the cup I drink from. Until then, I had washed my hands vigorously after urinating, thinking that I had dirtied them, but now I wash them not out of a sense of taboo, but sumply because it imparts a sense of cleanliness. In other words, I have overcome my prejudice toward the lower half of my body.
Until starting urine therapy, I had never washed a latrine in my life. But nowadays, I will clean up the latrine at lodgings where we are shooting or at my office whenever I perceive the need. I no longer have a sense of defilement. This change in my attitude has been a surprise.
What's even more surprising is the fact I can tell people I drink my own urine. I'm sure some people consider me an inconsiderate lout, as I will quickly launch into the mysteries of its effect and the circumstances leading up to my initiation into urine therapy.
My comments are probably like Greek to some people--totally incomprehensible-- something to go in one ear and out the other. But others are apparently drawn to them and show a genuine interest. Oftentimes I sense they feel my comments are so irrational that there is no other alternative than sheer faith. A change in values, one might say. At any rate, however, this experience has definitely narrowed the sense of inequity I felt between the upper and lower parts of my body.
Until starting urine therapy, I had never washed a latrine in my life. But nowadays, I will clean up the latrine at lodgings where we are shooting or at my office whenever I perceive the need. I no longer have a sense of defilement. This change in my attitude has been a surprise.
What's even more surprising is the fact I can tell people I drink my own urine. I'm sure some people consider me an inconsiderate lout, as I will quickly launch into the mysteries of its effect and the circumstances leading up to my initiation into urine therapy.
My comments are probably like Greek to some people--totally incomprehensible-- something to go in one ear and out the other. But others are apparently drawn to them and show a genuine interest. Oftentimes I sense they feel my comments are so irrational that there is no other alternative than sheer faith. A change in values, one might say. At any rate, however, this experience has definitely narrowed the sense of inequity I felt between the upper and lower parts of my body.